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ARACHNOPHOBIA Mary married William and became Mrs Tripp without even thinking why. She had just got used to him being around so it seemed a natural progression that she would always have her 'Little Willie'. She already was a member of a rich family, so the only worry she had for her future financial security was concern that he wasn't after her money which she was happy he wasn't. Her mother Millicent was just as unimpressed and was visiting them for the weekend. They had been out shopping on the Saturday and came home to find him in their downstairs cloakroom standing on the lid of the toilet dressed only in his underpants and vest. "Willie, what on earth are you doing on there?" his wife asked him. "Get down at once before you break the lid." "I...I...I can't," he muttered. "There's a huge spider in the doorway, be careful or it will bite you." Mary had known he suffered from arachnophobia but had never seen him as panicked as that. She looked round the floor then saw a large hairy spider next to the door. She took a panty pack she had just bought and emptied the plastic bag, handing the contents to her mother, then pounced on the offending creature and dropped it into the bag with her bare hands. He could see that he had made his wife mad at him. "I think these are more suited to him Mary," her mother told her waving the panties round. "With everything that goes with them of course." "I think so too Mummy." She agreed and before he knew it she had ripped his underwear from his rather weedy body and given him a pair of the frilly panties, pink ones, to put on in their place. As the alternative was standing naked in front of his mother-in-law, he quickly drew the top pair of panties, which happened to be pink, and quickly pulled them up his legs. "Come with me," she ordered him and took him by the arm, leading him upstairs to their bedroom. "I don't think the name 'Little Willie' is right for you, perhaps 'Big Clit' would be more suitable. No, I think you will be Pansy from now on, frightened of a little spider. Now get these more suitable clothes on." In spite of his pleading for her not to, she fitted him with a pink bra to match his panties, stuffing them with a couple of pairs of socks, followed by a pink slip, nude hose, a white blouse and straight black skirt, finishing the look off with a pair of black patent shoes with four inch heels. She sat him down and made up his face mascara, violet eye shadow, blush and a red lipstick, then leading him back downstairs, presenting him to her mother. "Please don't do this to me Mary, I can't help being afraid of those things." He pleaded and begged for her to change her mind, and by the time she dragged him back down the stairs he was in tears at the humiliation of it. "Mummy, this is Pansy, my new maid." She ducked into the kitchen, returning with her hostess apron, a frilly little thing more decorative than practical and tied it round his waist. He hung his head in shame, not able to look either women in the eyes, he was finding standing in the heels almost as unsteady as walking. "I suppose he'll do for the moment," her mother replied. "We'll have to see what we can do to improve his appearance." He spent the rest of the weekend waiting on them hand, foot and finger. The women did virtually nothing as he cleaned, made and served their meals and did their laundry. When Sunday evening arrived, he was called into their presence. "Pansy," his wife spoke to him, "I've had a long chat with Mummy and decided something quite important about you." He fidgeted from one foot to the other as she continued. "Your salary is miniscule compared to mine, you would be far better employed looking after the house and me rather than going out to work. Mummy is going to take you home with her to show you what will be required of you and improve your appearance and teach you about cleaning and ironing. You don't mind doing that, do you? You've always said that you'd do anything for me, haven't you?" "Yes, but..." he started to say but was interrupted by his wife. "Oh thank you darling, you see, it will be fun." She carried on talking as if he wasn't there. "You will send him back perfect, won't you Mummy? I don't want him clod hoppering around the house, he already knows more about cooking than both of us, but he just looks like a drag queen at the moment." "Don't worry about that dear, you won't recognise him by the time he comes back." With that she took her leave, ordering him to follow her. "Don't I need to pack a bag Mrs James?" "Of course not, just follow me," Millicent replied. * * * * * ONE MONTH LATER "Mummy, what have you been doing? I've been trying to get hold of you ever since you took William away with you." Mary looked past her mother for her husband. "We've been abroad dear, we've had so much going on and I thought I would surprise you. I did leave you a message saying that everything was under control and that we would be out of touch for a while." She guided her daughter back into the house and sat her down. "Now before I bring Pansy in, I want to explain one or two things to you." They both sat on the couch and she took her daughter's hand. "You know that you wanted him to be thoroughly convincing and well trained to look after the house? Well I found this very discreet service that does that sort of thing to husbands for their wives. Of course it would be illegal here, the sort of things they do, so we had to go to them and they don't allow contact with the outside world, but they've done a marvellous job on him. What's more, they guarantee their results, so if you are displeased with him in any way at all, all you have to say to him is that you will send him back for retraining. I'm told that it will almost certainly bring him back into line without hesitation because they have told him that he will be punished severely if he's returned and apparently he believes them.. Now, are you ready to meet your new maid?" Mary was stunned by this information. While she had been mad at her husband for being such a wimp when confronted by a spider, she hadn't thought for one moment that her mother would take it as far as she apparently had. She stayed where she was while her mother returned to her car to bring Pansy back with her. Mary got a shock. The creature that came back with her mother was unrecognisable until she looked carefully. What she thought at first was a girl was her husband. His hair was braided in pigtails wrapped round each side of his head and he was wearing a parody of a French maid's costume, the petticoats of which held the skirt out horizontally from his miniscule waist, but were so short that his stocking tops were visible. He minced into the room on six inch heels and curtseyed deeply to her. "Good afternoon, Mistress. I am here to fulfil your every requirement to the best of my abilities." He even spoke with a girly voice and Mary had a good view of the tops of large, very realistic breasts trying to escape from the low top of his dress. "William, you certainly are looking very realistic in that costume." She was trying not to laugh at her feminised husband. "I'm sorry Mistress, but I am Pansy," he replied, apparently puzzled. "Pansy," Mary's mother interrupted them "go and get your baggage from the car and place them in the bedroom at the far end of the upstairs corridor." As soon as they were alone, Millicent said that she needed to explain something. "Mary, you need to understand that his training has been very efficient. He has been told who he is day and night, awake and asleep, that and his behaviour has been drilled into him to such an extent that he can no longer remember his previous life. In other words he can't remember that he's your husband, he really believes that he's just your maid. Not only that, those 'realistic' breasts look that way because they are real. He's had implants in breasts and backside, his waist has been reduced and minor but quite effective procedures done on his face. There's also something been done which I wasn't told about until after the event. They have a method of drastically reducing the flow of blood to his penis so it is reduced in its flaccid size and can't get hard, it has the same shrivelling effect as when it's really cold. With his balls tucked up inside his body, the empty scrotum wrapped round what's left of his penis and it all stuck up in place in such a way that it looks just like a vagina. He'll still get his male urges of course, so if you want to tease him you can have some fun." "But Mummy, I didn't want you to do all that to him, what am I going to about sex? He may not have a big body, and I did joke about it but he really was quite satisfactory down there." "Oh don't be such a prude Mary, he's been well trained to use his tongue and if you want anything more, you can have any other man you want." At that moment Pansy walked back into the room and curtseyed deeply. "I have placed my bags in the room Mistress." "Pansy, explain to your Mistress the uniforms you have," asked Millicent. "I have black uniforms for every day, pink for special lunches and lavender ones for evenings Mistress." "Go to the kitchen and prepare lunch for us Pansy." Mary's mother was determined to get her to appreciate all that she'd done for her. "I've done this for you Mary and it's cost me a small fortune. You know that William was a total wimp and not fit to kiss your boots. Now you have a chance to find a real man and still have a maid that is devoted to you, I don't understand why you're not jumping up and down and thanking me." "What happens in a few years?" She replied. "I won't have my looks forever, then I'll be lonely without a man who loves me." "Oh fiddle faddle, that's years away, live life while you have it. William was never good enough for you, go and find someone to replace him and still have him like a little dog, doing your every command. He's perfectly happy, he doesn't know any different. In any case, he isn't your husband any more." "What do you mean he isn't my husband?" "You don't have to worry about any paperwork, it's a service that they offer as a bonus. Any men they treat have their names changed by deed pole and any marriages annulled so you don't have silly problems like keeping to marriage vows, you are as free as a bird to marry anyone you fancy." Millicent spent some time discussing the implications and trying to get her mother to understand that it wasn't what she wanted at all, before Pansy knocked on the closed door. "Enter," commanded Millicent. "Lunch is ready at your convenience Mistress," Pansy told them with a curtsey. They made their way to the dining room where the maid had laid the table. A vegetable soup with fresh bread was soon in front of them. When the main course of lamb chops with a hot mint sauce followed, Mary realised that Pansy had lost none of William's culinary skills. They talked further as they waited for dessert. "Are you starting to realise that there are certain advantages in the situation, dear?" "Well I must confess that it's nice to be waited on, and William seems content to be Pansy, but you still shouldn't have taken such radical steps without asking me." "Darling, there just wasn't time, anyway, as you say, Pansy seems quite content." "We'll soon find out." Mary called Pansy over. "Pansy, are you happy?" "I'm sorry Mistress, is there something wrong? Please Mistress, I've really tried hard to do my best." "No Pansy, the meal is perfect. I want to know if you are happy." "So long as you are happy that is all I want Mistress." While Millicent was pleased to have her point proved, Mary wasn't convinced. She had discovered that while her husband had been away, much to her surprise she really missed him greatly. His gentle lovemaking, his intelligent conversation and his thoughtfulness were things she didn't want to have to replace. Certainly she had been irritated by his arachnophobia when they returned from shopping and she had started all this by dressing him up. That in no way should have led to his complete emasculation. "What was it like when you were being trained?" "Please Mistress, I beg you to not talk about that." "I want to get some idea of their methods Pansy." "Please Mistress don't." The maid started to cringe and tears started down his face. "I beg you Mistress, pleaser don't send me back, please Mistress no." At that point the lost his balance and toppled over on the floor. As he turned over to regain his feet his petticoats flipped up exposing a bottom with the thin elastic of a g-string and nothing to cover the expanse of flesh. Mary gasped. Across his cheeks were scars from an obviously severe whipping. "Pansy, take off your dress." Millicent looked at her daughter as if she was mad. The maid did as he was told, exposing a tightly laced corset which Mary rapidly undid. The scars extended up and across Pansy's back, some of them still weeping. "Mother this is inexcusable!" Mary shouted. "I didn't know," her mother looked guilty, "honestly I had no idea." "Get out of my house." Her mother looked pleadingly at her. "Get out!" Mary took Pansy upstairs to her room and found a soothing cream that they used at the salon when she had a bikini wax treatment. Her maid was obviously confused at having his Mistress actually care for him. "Please Mistress, I am here to please you, I have no other aim in life, may I ask what you are doing? Please Mistress, you haven't had your pudding, let me get it for you." "Don't you like me doing this Pansy?" she asked him. "Please Mistress, you don't understand." He was trembling. "I have these unnatural desires that give me a lot of pain, please Mistress, it's not my fault, honestly." Mary stopped immediately, realising from what her mother had told her that if she wasn't careful she would cause him more pain than she relieved. It was dawning on her that part of his conditioning was to feel guilty for having his male urges and that 'blue balls' was a way to make him think it was a punishment for having those thoughts. That he had no way to satisfy those feelings was considered part of the pain the maid had to bear. There was nothing for it, she had to get help. Wimp or not, this was the man she married because she cared for him. For the first time in her life she realised she actually loved him for what he was, alright, he also was submissive in his nature but she knew that fitted well with her dominant personality and he had wonderfully thoughtful ways as well. Regardless of how it would effect her mother, and she knew there could be trouble over this, among her wedding vows was to cherish and that was what she intended to do. She got on well with her doctor, a sympathetic woman, so she started by phoning her. While they awaited her arrival, she realised there was something else she must do regardless of the consequences, anyway, if she didn't do it, the doctor would be obliged, she phoned the police. Once that was done, she stripped Pansy of the remaining clothes he had on and found one of her house coats that she could easily button up and undo for the doctor, she slipped his feet into a pair of her slippers that were well worn so they would fit. All the while Pansy was getting more agitated, knowing in his mind that he should be the one looking after her, he wasn't trained any other way. "Listen to me Pansy." She looked him in the eye. "There will shortly be some people here and they are only going to help you. No one is going to send you anywhere you don't want to go and most importantly, no one is going to hit you or punish you in any way. If you are frightened just say so and I'll do my best to tell you what's happening, so there's no need to worry." She was by now seriously worried by the look on her husband's face, a mixture of fear and puzzlement. Try as he might he couldn't cope well in such a different situation from that he had been trained. At the first knock on the door he tried to jump up to answer it. "You just stay here Pansy, I'll get it." She opened the door for the doctor. "Come in Vivienne, before you go up to see my husband I have to tell you something." She was interrupted by the arrival of the police a detective sergeant and a woman constable came in. "Sorry I just was saying to the doctor here, I need to explain." She told them of the spider incident and her dressing him up in skirts etc., and then of her mother taking him away. Finally she described how he had come home. "You have to believe me, there is no way I would have dreamed of doing this to him, I love him, arachnophobia and all. All I want is to have him back as he was. He has obviously been tortured and although I didn't mean it, I have to take some responsibility." They all then went upstairs, but in spite of the warning she had given, they weren't prepared for the broken man they found. She had gone in first and put her arm round him, explaining that these were the people who would help him. The doctor and detective came in and only a mild reaction of fear came over him, but when he saw the WPC's uniform he became hysterical, pulled himself away from Mary, out of bed and tried to curl up in the small space between the closet and the window. "I won't talk, I won't tell, no police, please, take her away." He crouched in the foetal position and covered his ears with his hands. The doctor asked the WPC to wait downstairs and with much coaching from Mary and the doctor they managed to get him back on the bed. Once settled a little, they examined his injuries, the detective took some photos of them with his phone then got as much detail as Mary knew about where he'd been taken. The doctor took a blood sample to find out if any drugs were in his system. At first the police wanted Pansy to be removed to what he called a 'place of safety' but when it was suggested to him, he again was visibly highly disturbed and the doctor suggested that there would be less trauma to him if he stayed at home, at least for the time being. Mary asked if, in view of his potential witness status if it wouldn't be wise to leave an officer, in plain clothes, in the house until they knew more about the people who had done this. When the sergeant told her that it wasn't possible, she unofficially obtained from him the phone number of a private security firm who she called. Her mother had told her that they travelled out of the country, but Pansy had no passport, only William and he hadn't had it with him so she suspected that they had in fact remained somewhere in the UK. If that was the case there was no telling what these people would do to keep their business secret. Within two hours three people arrived from the firm she had called and she explained the situation to them. Two of them, who she was told were ex-special forces stayed, one in the house and one outside, their boss left but gave her a mobile number if there was anything she was worried about.. She was thankful that she had the money to pay for her peace of mind, she couldn't imagine what she would feel like if they had been left on their own. Coinciding with their arrival, a police inspector called her to say that her mother had been arrested and was currently at the police station being questioned. The doctor had given her a sedative for Pansy to have after supper, and Mary was relieved that he seemed to drop off to sleep quite quickly. She left him and went to bed but soon woke with a nightmare, only to find that it was really happening. She woke again at six, got up and got coffee on the go. Two more guards arrived, to change shifts and the two who had been up all night sat with her to share the coffee pot. At just after seven the phone rang, it was her mother. "How could you do that to me?" she demanded. "Make out your own mother is a common criminal. I've been all night at the police station and I've got to go straight back, I've even got a policeman with me now, and my solicitor, it's only so that I can wash and get some clean clothes. Can you believe it, my solicitor thinks they are going to charge me." "Mother you aren't a common criminal, they would have just killed my husband, what you've done is worse, he's been tortured and his mind taken from..." She stopped talking as her mother had hung up and Mary did toast and coffee for Pansy's breakfast. What no one knew was that when her mother went into the bathroom to shower, she took the land line cordless phone with her. They'd taken her mobile, but the number of the clinic she'd had work on Pansy to was still on the land line's memory. She made a quick call to them to warn them what was happening. She didn't really believe that she'd done anything wrong, but she thought that perhaps some of their methods might look bad. She thought that they could maybe change a few of their records and then everything would go away. At about ten the doctor returned to Mary's together with a man, Doctor Brian Reynolds, who she introduced to her as a psychologist specialising in gender dysphoria and might be able to at least start Pansy off on the right course to recovery. The good news was that there weren't any trace of drugs or unusual hormones in Pansy's system. They left the psychologist with Pansy, once they were satisfied that he wasn't frightened, going downstairs to talk over the situation. After an hour, Pansy and Dr Reynolds came in. "Pansy wants to prepare lunch so we're having a break," Reynolds told them. Mary noticed that while her husband had been crying, he now was able to smile, so they left him to work while they went to the sitting room. "Whoever did this to Pansy knew what they were doing," Reynolds went on to explain to Mary. "At the moment he has almost no memories of who he used to be but I think we can get them back. The other good news is that he hasn't lost his male sexuality and I'm told that it's likely that given time his physical condition may be able to recover. The main problem may be the conditioning to be a maid which seems extremely deep routed. He becomes exceptionally agitated when it's suggested that he doesn't need to provide a service to you, so I would recommend that he's allowed to do whatever he feels comfortable with for the time being. After he settles more then I will have him in as an inpatient for a while and I can have a really concentrated session with him." He spent another two hours with Pansy while he worked in the kitchen, but was rather conscious of the body guard that had to keep within earshot of Pansy while he was on the ground floor of the house. Dr Vivienne had taken her leave but asked Mary to call her if there was any problem with her husband. In the evening Mary had Pansy join her in the sitting room and he eventually relaxed just a little in his 'Mistress's' company. In spite of a great deal of reticence on her husband's part, she was able to follow up this with taking him to share her bed. She advised the bodyguards of the change of sleeping arrangements. At just after two in the morning they were woken by a series of explosions. The bodyguard that was stationed in the house came charging into the bedroom and got Mary and Pansy out of bed and then under it. Mary grabbed the bedside phone and was already speaking to the emergency services when clearly it was gunshots that they were hearing outside the house. She stopped talking as she noticed the bodyguard tense up just inside the door. A dark figure silently entered, the shape of a handgun preceding him. With a sudden movement the bodyguard struck the man's arm with some sort of baton and they heard him scream as his forearm broke and the gun fell to the floor. As the intruder bent to pick it up with the other hand, he was the recipient of another blow, this time to the back of his neck. He fell in an unconscious heap. The bodyguard picked up the gun and in one movement used it to open fire on a second target approaching the door. There was a thud and a clatter, their protector stepped outside then ducked back into the bedroom but this time carrying a second, much larger weapon. All the while Mary was giving a running commentary to the operator on the other end of the phone, noticing that contrary to his fear of the police uniform, Pansy had pushed himself between Mary and the door, in an effort to provide her with some protection. After a couple of tense minutes they heard the sound of a car leaving at high speed, but had to wait another five minutes before the trumpeting of police sirens could be heard. The body guard cautioned them to stay where they were until he had made sure that no further attackers were on the premises. Once they were given the all clear, Mary and Pansy were taken to the main police station to have statements taken and to give the police a chance to search the area round their property. They were given little chance to sleep, not they would have been able to anyway, after all the trauma of the night. It was nearly lunchtime that they heard that the driver had been caught by armed patrols some miles away. Apparently there were three attackers, but all they intended to do was to kidnap Pansy. They had been unaware of the professional bodyguards and only been armed to provide a threat when taking him. As they had approached the house they had been challenged by the outside guard and they thought they had frightened him off with a few rounds over his head, not realising that he was an experienced professional or that he had a colleague in the building. Of course, being in the UK the bodyguards weren't armed, so they had to use all their skill to overcome the intruders. Of the two, the bodyguard in the house had injured both the ones who entered, one seriously with the snatched handgun. Naturally he wasn't going to face any charges, rather the praise of the police when they were handed the pistol and a cheap version of an Uzi automatic. With the possibility of attempted murder charges hanging over their heads, all three of the men in custody were more than happy to spill the beans about why and who had sent them. By the afternoon the clinic had been raided and the police were content that the perpetrators of Pansy's training and subsequent attempt at kidnap, were all in custody. What nobody realised was that this was just the start of Pansy's problems. On the plus side, he was able to recognise two of the intruders involved as having a hand in his discipline at the clinic where his mother-in-law had taken him. He could remember what had happened to him for much of the time, and he was no longer the terrified wimp he had been, he partial cure largely brought on by the overwhelming desire to protect his wife during the attack. Indeed, he even remembered his name of William and that he was married to Mary. The doctor who was treating him put this down to the trauma of the attempt to take him, contrary to the normal result of a powerful event being loss of memory. On the negative side, he still wanted to serve Mary as her maid. He couldn't bring himself to say this in so many words, but he was able to explain that the thought of being her maid brought him overwhelming joy. Thinking of not doing it made him feel miserable and depressed, as did the idea of having the breast implants removed. The only concession that he would make was to have surgery, getting his penis restored to full working order, something that they both appreciated in a very short time. They returned home, knowing that no further attempt to kidnap him would be made, there were too many other witnesses now for him to be important. These were also backed up by files they recovered from the clinic, detailing his and many other men's treatment and the investigation went on for some time tracking all the other victims. Further arrests followed when the paper trail of name changes and marriage annulments was uncovered. These included two formerly respected lawyers and a judge. The changes they had made were set aside, so after that none were legally in effect. Pansy begged Mary to allow him to continue to wear his uniforms and serve her so the psychologist approved the plan. The maid would receive counselling and treatment while he otherwise carried out his domestic duties. Mary was at first embarrassed at his subservience, calling her 'Mistress' and curtseying frequently, while at the same time still being friendly when she specifically asked him to be so. After a few days she became used to the luxury of a maid and a very efficient one at that. Several times she told him that he didn't need to wear his uniform and work the way he was, but when she told him to answer honestly, he simply answered that he felt uncomfortable to point of almost physical pain if he didn't act the way he was. She told his psychologist about both their points of view, but his only reaction was that Pansy was making slow but sure progress and at the moment there was no reason to deprive him of the pleasure he undoubtedly obtained from his servitude. Even after Dr Reynolds was able to study the methods used to change William into Pansy, he wasn't able to completely rob William of his second self. He was able to ensure that he and Mary could live happy lives, even with the third person in their marriage. They both got to enjoy Pansy being around quite frequently and bought a splendid holiday home in the south of France with the money he got as compensation. Millicent had to live down the ignominy of having to do community work for her part in the episode. The more active participants all got substantial terms of imprisonment, as well as losing all their assets in compensation, not only to William but to many other men as well. William finally had his breast implants removed after about three years. Once Mary became unexpectedly pregnant they decided that two mummies would be a complication too far once their twins were born.