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Chapter 1 "So you don't think this is anything to worry about then?" "At the present time, I can't see anything to concern us. You say they've only been sensitive for about a week and I'm sure it's just a temporary thing that will pass in a week or two. If it doesn't, then do please come back and see me." "I will doctor, thanks for putting my mind at rest." As Danny left the doctor's surgery, he felt a lot more relaxed. Since his nipples had become very sensitive the week before, he'd been quite worried. Not particularly because of the slight unpleasantness of the symptoms but more because he'd lost his mother to breast cancer at an early age. She was only 35 when she died and, as Danny was now approaching that age himself, he felt a degree of vulnerability. "Better to be safe than sorry," he'd thought as he made the appointment and, as he took the short walk back home, he was relieved that, this time at any rate, it had been a false alarm. ------ At school, Danny had been the envy of his classmates. Academically gifted, an outstanding sportsman, and accomplished musician and hopelessly good looking, all the other boys wanted to be like him and all of the girls wanted to be with him. If he did have one weakness, it was his apparent shyness and even when girls were practically throwing themselves at him, he'd either seem oblivious to their advances or go bright red with embarrassment. If it had been anyone else, the girls would have quickly lost interest and moved on to someone else but one flash of his smile or one flick of his foppish blond hair and they were back round him like bees round a honey pot. In the end, getting a date with Danny became a challenge and the girls were almost fighting with each other to be first past the post. ------ As Danny went in through the front door, he heard Mandy, his wife, working in the kitchen. He'd not told her that he'd made an appointment to see the doctor and, with nothing to worry about now, it would have been pointless anyway. After exchanging the normal marital pleasantries, Danny went upstairs to get changed and check a few emails. Soon, Mandy was calling him down for dinner and they were soon tucking in to one of her specialities, a medium strength Madras curry. ------ Mandy, or Manjit to give her her correct name, had been in Danny's class at school. Her parents had been refugees from Uganda when Idi Amin had expelled all of the Ugandan Asians and had arrived in the UK with nothing apart from the clothes they were wearing. By sheer hard work, her father had steadily risen in his career and was now a senior partner in a local firm of accountants. Mandy had inherited many of his traits - a focussed work ethic and single mindedness in pursuing what she wanted in particular. With her plain looks, thick rimmed glasses and hair tied back in a ponytail, she was largely ignored by her classmates which suited her fine. She could just quietly concentrate on getting good grades in her exams without any of the distractions that her classmates were either causing or succumbing to. However, everything changed at the school prom, just before they left. As usual, the girls had been flirting like mad with Danny, hoping to be the one that walked in on his arm as his date and, as usual, he'd not noticed, or ignored all of them. And so, on the evening of the prom, Danny arrived with a small group of his friends intending to spend the evening by the bar drinking. Mandy, however, had other ideas. The party was well underway by the time she arrived with the dance floor already quite full. As she walked round the edge of the dancefloor, she spotted Danny and his friends at the bar and walked up to them. "Hello Danny." "Er, hello?" It was quite obvious that Danny didn't recognise her. "You don't know who I am, do you?" she giggled. "Well you voice sounds sort of familiar, I think," he replied. "OK, who do I sound like then?" she teased. "Well, you sound a bit like Mandy but you certainly don't look like her." Danny examined the girl in front of him once more. This one had long hair flowing down over her shoulders; Mandy had a ponytail. This one had the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen; Mandy's eyes were always hidden behind her glasses. This one was, quite simply, stunning glamorously made up with deep red lipstick; Mandy was, well, plain. And with her dress showing off her cleavage and seemingly endless legs, made all the longer by her high heels, she definitely bore no resemblance to the Mandy he was used to seeing at school. She laughed "Well, at least your ears aren't deceiving you! So what does a girl have to do to get a drink?" As the penny dropped, Danny was mesmerised. How could this be plain Mandy from his class? Any plans he had to spend the evening talking to his friends were soon dashed as Mandy dragged him to the dancefloor. She wasted no time in getting up close to him, her hands resting on his shoulders as they danced. It was soon obvious to her that Danny was aroused and, as their lips met, all of the girls who'd put so much fruitless effort into pursuing Danny just stood open mouthed. Mandy had got her man, THEIR man! ------ Chapter 2 Three months had passed since Danny had visited the doctor and he was now back in the waiting room again. As the doctor had indicated, the sensitivity in his nipples had subsided but Danny was starting to notice distinct swellings on both sides. He shared his concerns with Mandy who said she couldn't see what he was worried about and should just cut down on his beer drinking but, just to be on the safe side, he'd made the appointment anyway. "Hmmm. They do seem to be a little swollen. Any changes to your diet or drinking habits recently?" "Well my wife often has a go at me for going out drinking with my friends but I wouldn't say I drank to excess - four pints a week is my Dannyimum but it's been like that for as long as I can remember." "That's still enough to make a difference but it is curious that the effects are only just manifesting themselves now." "So, can anything be done?" "If you can, cut out beer for a while and drink water while you're out. It'll do wonders for your general health anyway." Danny's heart sank. He did enjoy a glass or two of beer with his friends when they went out but he'd never thought he was drinking to excess before. Anyway, as he got up to leave and thanked the doctor, he resolved to give it a try for a month or two to see what happened. ------ Mandy's single mindedness applied to all facets of her life. Like her father, she'd risen quickly in her career and was now the youngest senior partner in a large law firm. Whilst Danny's career hadn't met up to the early promise he'd shown at school, he was now the senior sales adviser in one of the local car dealerships. The plan was for him to eventually take over the running of the successful family construction business but, when his father had told him that he would need to learn all aspects of the business including working as a labourer for a year or two, Danny declined. His younger brother Jeremy was now in charge of the business and earning a salary that Danny could now only dream of. It was probably the family money that attracted Mandy to Danny. After Danny had taken her home to meet his parents in their large house in sprawling grounds, it was obvious that here was a potential lifestyle that even her chosen career in law couldn't give her. It therefore wasn't long before she'd well and truly snared Danny and plans for marriage were being made. Not that Danny minded. Mandy was always immaculately dressed and knew how to bring out the best in her beauty. He always marvelled at how she could transform herself from the plain, unassuming person she relaxed as at home into the beautiful, sexy woman that made men weak at the knees. And he did rather enjoy seeing the envious glances of other men when they were out together. ------ "No beer for a few months, I'm afraid," declared Danny as he arrived back home after the doctor's appointment. This time he'd told Mandy as she'd commented on his growing chest but he knew he wasn't going to get much sympathy from her. "I told you that you drink too much and this proves it. If those man- boobs get any bigger, you're going to need a bra and I am NOT going to be seen with a man wearing a bra!" He was right about not getting any sympathy but, there again, he didn't get much of anything other than criticism from Mandy these days. ------ Predictably, the marriage had cooled as soon as Mandy realised that Danny wasn't going to be in charge of the family business and it had taken a further downward spiral when Mandy could see the success that Jeremy was enjoying. "That should have been us," she'd say every time they visited Jeremy and his family, "and look at you, earning a pittance from selling cars to people who can't afford them. And all because you wouldn't get your hands dirty for a year or two." The fact that the marriage had survived all of this time was not completely unexpected. Coming from a Sikh family, divorce was frowned upon for Mandy and Danny just couldn't be bothered to leave, in particular as Mandy's salary gave them a comfortable life. These days, though, a beer or two with his friends had been all Danny had to look forward to and even that had been taken away from him now. ------ Chapter 3 "They do seem to have grown since last time." The doctor was examining Danny's chest which, by now had started to take on a decidedly feminine appearance. Obviously, the four months since the last doctor's appointment was not long enough for a full- blown bust to have formed but Danny's chest was definitely far more pronounced and the areolae and nipples had definitely become larger. The doctor continued. "Have you noticed any other symptoms. For example impotence or a lowering of your sex drive?" "To be honest, my marriage is one of convenience now and we haven't had sex for a few years so it's difficult to say. However, I must say that I am finding it harder to get an erection when I need to, if you know what I mean." The doctor nodded. "I'll be honest with you. This looks like gynaecomastia which could be a sign of testicular cancer so I'm going to refer you to the local hospital for tests. I'm hoping there's going to be a more innocent explanation but it's best to eliminate the more serious possibilities early on." Danny went white and the doctor tried to reassure him. "Even if it is testicular cancer, it's curable if we catch it early enough so don't worry too much at this stage. Let's at least await the test results before we decide what to do next." ------ It wasn't the first time that Danny had seen himself with a feminine chest although the last time, it was not permanently part of him. In his penultimate year, the school production was "La Cage aux Folles," and a number of boys, including Danny, had been cast in the transvestite roles. In fact Danny had been cast in the starring role as Albin, a drag queen. With his boyish good looks transformed by the teachers into a not unattractive female and his skill as a singer, he'd stolen the show. Playing Albin had been pivotal in Danny's life for two reasons. Firstly, his transformation into the crossdressing lead fascinated him. The different feel of the clothes, the changes to his posture that the high heels caused, the way that the makeup had reshaped his face, the feel of the long hair of the wig resting on his shoulders. From the first dress rehearsal to the final performance, he'd loved every minute and often looked at photographs from the show, fascinated by his transformed appearance. Secondly, he'd had his first (and only) gay encounter. The script called for "Georges," played by one of Danny's classmates, David West, and Albin to kiss as "husband and wife." It was only supposed to be an "air" kiss but, at the first dress rehearsal, their lips connected. It happened again at the first of the two full performances and Danny, whilst he knew he should have put a stop to it, said nothing. In fact, he just felt it added to the authenticity of his character. As they left the stage at the end of the performance, David caught his attention and motioned his eyes towards the door. Danny followed him outside, and in a dark corner, their lips connected once more, this time with much more passion. As he felt David's tongue explore his mouth, Danny knew that he should pull away but he was so immersed in the female persona of his character that it somehow felt natural so he just carried on. The following night was the final performance and, again, their kiss connected. David winked at Danny when they'd finished but that was that. Back in his male persona, Danny had no interest in a homosexual relationship and, good looking though he was, David was only interested in him as a girl. The matter was never discussed afterwards, no-one found out about their little meeting outside and, whilst the on stage kisses were obvious to the other cast members, everyone assumed it was just innocent acting. ------ Chapter 4 Two weeks later, Danny's phone rang. He looked at the screen which just said, "Private number," so with no clue as to the caller's identity, he answered it. "Hello, it's Doctor Reid here. I've had your test results back and I'd like you to come and see me as soon as possible." Danny froze. "Is it serious?" "Serious, yes but life threatening, definitely not." Danny relaxed slightly. "So what is it then?" "I'd rather discuss it with you in person. I have a free appointment at five o'clock tonight. Could you come then? Danny readily agreed and spent the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out what could be so serious and yet not life threatening. Never had time seem to drag so slowly but, finally 5:00 arrived and he was sitting in the doctor's waiting room. Five minutes later, he was sitting in front of Dr Reid. "As I said on the phone, the hospital found no trace of cancer or any other life threatening condition but what they did find was so unusual that they ran the analysis a total of three times to ensure that it was correct. To cut a long story short, the hormone levels in your blood are those of a young woman going through puberty. Your oestrogen, or female hormone, levels are almost off the scale and your testosterone levels are much lower than would normally be expected for a man of your age." "So what does this mean?" asked Danny, not believing what he was hearing. "In simple terms, you appear to be turning into a woman. The breast development we've seen and the reduction in your sex drive are consistent with this. What we now need to find out is why?" "What do you mean?" asked Danny now thoroughly puzzled at what he was hearing. "Well, the oestrogen has to come from somewhere. I've examined you a number of times and, externally, you are a normal male, well at least you were before all of this started. So we now need to start looking inside you to try and find evidence of female sex organs which are the source of the female hormones. It's possible that you are hermaphrodite but your female half has lain dormant for most of your life. I'll be honest with you. This is uncharted territory for me and well outside my sphere of knowledge so I'm going to refer you to a specialist for a deeper investigation. You'll hear from them with details of your initial appointment in the next week or two." As Danny walked back home, his mind was in a spin. Why was this happening to him? What would other people think? And how would he explain it to Mandy and what would her reaction be? What struck him more than anything, though, was that despite all of the questions running through his head, he wasn't panicking. Perhaps it was delayed shock from the relief he'd been told he hadn't got cancer but at that point, his main concerns were what others would think rather than the impact it was going to have on him ------ It was probably the frustration surrounding the gradual death of his marriage that prompted Danny to dip his toe in the water again. Mandy was going out for the evening out with her girlfriends but had arrived home late from work and had to get changed and ready in a rush. She had not returned home by the time Danny was ready to go to bed. Normally, she was meticulously tidy but, as Danny walked into the bedroom, her clothes were strewn across the bed as she'd rushed to get changed. He'd only intended to fold them up and place them on the chair but, as he picked up her panties, he marvelled at their soft, silky feel and gently ran his hand over them. Whether it was memories of "La Cage aux Folles," or whether it was just idle curiosity, he quickly found himself pulling the panties on and admiring himself in the mirror. Her hold up stockings were next and as he rolled first one, then the other up his legs, he felt a shiver of delight. He struggled with her bra for a few minutes but, realising it was far too small for him, as were her other clothes and shoes, he returned to the mirror wearing just the panties and stockings. His body wasn't particularly hairy and, being blonde, what hair there was was hardly visible which added to the feminine effect. Of course, the obvious bulge in the panties very much detracted from any hint of femininity but Danny found that by reaching from behind and pulling his penis back between his legs, the bulge all but disappeared. After about half an hour, he was becoming very sleepy so carefully removed the items and placed them, with Mandy's other things on the chair and went to sleep. For a few months, Danny was content to borrow items from Mandy's laundry pile but, gradually, he found himself wanting more and more. When Mandy told him that she would be away for a week on a course, he seized the opportunity and spent his first day off shopping. As evening fell, and for the first time since "La Cage," he was standing in front of the mirror, admiring himself and getting lost in the sensation of being fully dressed as a woman from the tips of his stilettoes to the long blonde wig which was now covering his natural hair. As he took his first faltering steps in his new high heels, he felt the bounce of his breast forms in his bra and heard the hiss of his stocking clad legs as they brushed past each other, forced together by the tailored pencil dress he was wearing. The die had been cast. His collection of female items quickly grew and soon he had a reasonable collection of clothes, underwear, shoes and a blonde wig stored in a couple of suitcases in the attic. ------ Chapter 5 In the three months since Doctor Reid had given him the fateful news, Danny's body had continued to change. His breasts were continuing to fill out and he now had to bind them as they were now noticeable through his clothes. His genitals had also shrunk quite a lot and the redistribution of fat from his waist to his hips was now noticeable. Facially, his cheeks had become far more pronounced and, overall, he presented quite an odd figure in his clothes which no longer fitted him properly. He'd spent quite a lot of time at the hospital having various scans, tests and examinations and he was now sitting in the consultant's office to hear the outcome. "As you know, we've undertaken every test imaginable on you," started the consultant, "but, to be honest, we're none the wiser. Your internal anatomy is male in every respect and there are no signs of any vestigial ovaries which could have accounted for the high levels of oestrogen in your body. The only conclusion I can come to is that the oestrogen has entered your body from an outside source. Have you taken any drugs that could possibly explain this." Danny shook his head. "Absolutely not. I've had no drugs or medication, prescription or otherwise and I'm at a loss to understand how it could have got inside me. Are you absolutely sure that there can't be any other explanation?" "We've gone over and over the scans and test results. Several of my colleagues have taken an independent look too and we all agree that there's no way that your body could have produced the oestrogen. The only possible explanation is sustained ingestion or absorption from an external source." "So where do we go from here?" asked Danny. "We could surgically remove the breasts and give you testosterone injections to try to halt things. The problem is that, unless we can find the source of the oestrogen and stop it, adding high doses of male hormones on top of your already high levels of female hormones is highly risky as none of us know the potential damage it could do. For the time being, therefore, we have to leave things as they are until we can identify the source of the oestrogen. Come back and see me in a month and we can review where we are and decide on the way forward." As Danny drove home from the hospital, he racked his brains. The consultant had said that the only possible source of the oestrogen was ingestion or absorption from an external source. But what was the source? He was none the wiser when he got home and, as he went over what the consultant had said with Mandy, she listened impassively and just said "well, you'd better do something about it quickly before you start to become an embarrassment. ------ Chapter 6 Mandy was away for the week on another of her courses as Danny picked up his phone and dialled the number. After exchanging a few pleasantries with the person on the other end of the call, he said. "Look, I need a favour. It's quite a big favour but I'll make it worth your while if you help me." After listening to the response, he continued, "Thanks, I really appreciate it. I'll see you tomorrow at 7:00." ------ David West had been one of the quiet children at school. His starring role in "La Cage aux Folles," had come as a surprise to many, particularly as the character he played bore no resemblance to his normally withdrawn personality. As he acted the part of "Georges," it was almost as if he was a different person, striding around the stage with a confidence no one had ever seen before. The standing ovation he received as he made his final bow was well deserved and his performance had been talked about for several weeks afterwards. However, by the following Monday morning, he'd gone back into his shell. The only thing anyone really knew about their enigmatic classmate was that he spent far too long on his compute after school judging by the amount of yawning he did during lessons the following day. There were also rumours that was creating a computer game, something about spies, but by the time they left school, the game had still not surfaced and David was quickly forgotten. When "Spymaster" appeared in the shops a couple of years later, no-one made the connection between the game and David. After all, why should they? No-one had heard from him since leaving school and there was nothing on the game's packaging to indicate a link to him. After good reviews in a couple of the computer magazines, the game sold quite well, as did its sequel which made the gamer's top ten chart. By now, "Spymaster" was in its sixth incarnation and had become the must have game on all of the major consoles, smartphones and PC. In the process, David had become very wealthy but still as private and secretive as ever so most of his former classmates were unaware of his success. ------ A couple of weeks later, Mandy was on the phone at her desk when she heard a loud roar outside. By the time she'd finished the call and looked out of the window, a Ferrari had been parked in the visitor space but the driver had vanished so she sat back down and continued with her work. A couple of minutes later her secretary put her head round the door and told Mandy that a gentleman had come to reception and asked if he could possible see her for five minutes to discuss an important proposition. "OK but tell him it has to be no more than five minutes as I'm very busy." A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on the office door and Mandy got up to open it. "Hello, I'm Manjit Kaur," she said using her professional name as she shook hands with the tall handsome man standing in front of her, "I'm sorry this will have to be very quick but how can I help?" "Hello Mandy, you don't remember me do you? I'm David West from school." Mandy was slightly shocked that he'd addressed her as Mandy as she'd reverted to her full maiden name at work as she felt it was more professional. "David West? David West?" she repeated to herself. "What, David West the computer geek?" "That's me!" laughed David. "Anyway, I know your time is tight but I've got a sticky legal situation to resolve and everyone tells me that you're the lady to sort it out. It'll take a while to explain it so perhaps I could buy you lunch tomorrow and go through everything?" Mandy agreed and, after arranging the time and place, David thanked her and left. As she returned to her desk, she noticed the Ferrari was still parked outside. She was still looking at it when David unlocked it and got in. All of a sudden, David West had become much more interesting! They met as planned the following day and David went through the legal issue he wanted to discuss with her. Mandy listened and assured David that she could assist but said it would take her a day or two to pull all of her recommendations together. There was obvious chemistry between them so when David suggested that she should come round to his house the following Saturday evening for a meal and to go through the case, she readily agreed. ------ As Mandy got ready to leave the following Saturday Danny passed her in the hallway. "You look nice tonight," he commented, "who's the lucky man?" "Are you accusing me of having an affair?" she snapped. "It's an old girl friend who I haven't seen since university actually. Don't wait up as I'll probably be very late." And before David could explain that his comment had been a joke, she had gone, slamming the front door behind her. ------ The drive to David's took about half an hour but, by 7:30, she was turning into his driveway. Well at least it matched the description of his driveway that he'd given her but there was no sign of a house, just a row of trees either side. She drove up the lane and finally the house, or mansion to be more precise came into view, floodlit as if a national monument. As he heard Mandy's car arrive, David opened the door and welcomed her in. Mandy gasped as she walked in, her high heels clicking on the marble floor tiles. Ahead of her, the stairs split into two, each half leading up to the galleried landing and surrounding a chandelier hung from the ceiling. "This is beautiful," she gushed as David led her to the lounge where a bottle of champagne was cooling in an ice bucket. After clinking her glass on David's, Mandy started to go through the options she'd worked out for David's legal issue. After questioning her on a few points, David confirmed that he was happy and suggested that they sat down to eat. He led her into the dining room where an attractive young woman was serving dinner for them. Mandy's heart sank; David hadn't told her he was married but her disappointment was short lived when David said, "Thanks Helen, I'll manage everything else so you can go now. I'll see you on Monday," before turning to Mandy and adding, "She's wonderful. Cooks, cleans and does everything else for me. Don't know where I'd find another housekeeper if she ever left. Anyway, enough about her. Tell me about you." So Mandy told David how she'd studied law and risen up the firm to senior partner. How she'd married Danny but the spark had long since died. When she'd finished, she said, "And now you. Tell me how the kid in the corner of the class who did nothing but play on his computer end up with all of this." David told her about the games, how the success of the first couple had enabled him to take on staff and grow the company, how they were experts in artificial intelligence driven graphics which in turn enabled them to licence the code to other software houses in return for a royalty and how computer gaming was now the largest leisure sector, easily eclipsing film & TV. As they retired back into the lounge at the end of the meal, David sat on the sofa next to Mandy and poured each of them another glass of champagne. Mandy crossed her legs towards David, her body turning to face his and her skirt riding up her thigh and showing a hint of stocking top as she did so. "So, David, the one thing I don't understand is how a guy like you hasn't been snapped up a long time ago. You must have had women falling at your feet." "In all honesty, I try to live a private life and the girls I've met have only really been interested in my money, not me. I'm also quite choosy and I guess the right woman hasn't come along yet." Mandy sat up a little and her chest moved forward, displaying more of her cleavage. "So who is the right woman? What is she like?" "That's an interesting question," laughed David, "for starters, she's beautiful, elegant and successful. She lights up a room when she enters and is the woman everyone wants to talk to. She's independent and able to make her own decisions but, equally, will stand by her man and be happy to follow his lead when the circumstances dictate it. To sum up, I'd just describe her as a special kind of woman." Mandy moved a little closer to David, gently brushing her hand against his leg as she did so. David continued. "I don't suppose you have an identical twin sister do you? I'm sure that even if she was only half as perfect as you are, she'd be the one." "I'm sorry, I don't," replied Mandy "but anyway, why would you want to settle for a lookalike when you can have the real thing?" They stared into each other's eyes for a moment and then locked each other in a passionate kiss. "Take me now, I want you," she panted as David caressed her inner thigh getting nearer and nearer to her now moist panties with every stroke. "What about Danny?" "Don't concern yourself with him. He's not half the man I married and we're through. I've never felt this way about anyone before, take me now," she urged And so David stood up and taking Mandy by the hand, led her upstairs to the bedroom where they consummated their relationship. Danny said nothing when Mandy returned home the following morning. "Too much of a wimp to even confront me about why I was out all night," she thought to herself as she went to the bedroom to get changed. Mandy and David saw a lot of each other during the next couple of weeks. Lunchtimes, after work and a couple of evenings out, or late work as she'd explained her absences to Danny. Eventually, David suggested that Mandy cook dinner for them both while Danny was out. "Oh, you don't want to see my modest house," replied Mandy. David laughed "I know the area you live in and none of the houses are modest but anyway, it's you I'm interested in, not where you live." Mandy agreed and after reassuring David that she'd make sure Danny was out, the date was set. ------ Chapter 7 The following Saturday evening , Danny went out as planned to see his friends and, as soon as the coast was clear, Mandy phoned David who'd been waiting a couple of hundred yards away. They were soon tucking into one of Mandy's delicious curries and wasted no time in heading to the bedroom when they had finished. By 9:00pm, they'd already made love twice and Mandy excused herself to go to the bathroom to freshen up. "Don't be long!" David urged her and, five minutes later, she returned smelling of expensive perfume and climbed back into bed to carry on where they'd left off. In the heat of the lovemaking, Mandy didn't hear the front door click. She didn't hear the footsteps on the stairs. She didn't hear the bedroom door open. But, as the bedroom light went on she sat bolt upright to see Danny standing in the doorway. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AND WHO IS THIS?" Danny shouted. Mandy knew she should feel ashamed but she didn't. She was involved in a relationship which was giving her the best sex she'd ever had and now was a golden opportunity to deal with Danny for once and for all. "Danny. This is David West who you may remember from school and, as for what we're doing, as you can probably guess, we're having sex. He's far more of a man than you'll ever be." Danny looked at David. "GET OFF MY WIFE AND OUT OF MY HOUSE!" he bellowed. David just looked at him. "Sorry Danny. I think Mandy's made her choice and I'm not going anywhere so if you don't like it, I suggest you leave. Oh and turn the light out and close the door on your way out please." Danny stormed out and, as they heard the front door close, David and Mandy looked at each other and laughed before getting back to what they had been doing before the interruption. A few days later, Danny returned to the house to pick up his clothes and possessions. Mandy was out when he came but, when she returned home later on, it was obvious that she was finally rid of him, free to pursue her relationship with David. ------ Chapter 8 Three months had passed since Danny had moved out. Mandy had no idea where he was - he hadn't either phoned or left a forwarding address. Not that she cared. She was seeing David three or more times a week and was quickly falling deeply in love with him. She was desperate to move into his mansion but remembered what he'd said about wanting a woman who loved him for who he was, not what he had. She was therefore more than a little intrigued and excited when he suggested dinner at his house the following Saturday so that they could talk about the future. Saturday arrived and Mandy was full of excitement as she got ready to go to David's. Was she finally going to be asked to move in? Perhaps even a proposal of marriage? As she checked herself in the hall mirror before leaving, she smiled. Her new outfit was perfect and she'd had her hair and makeup done especially for the occasion at the local beauty salon. Whatever David had planned for her, he would surely find her irresistible. As she settled into David's sofa, Mandy looked around the room. "I could get used to this," she thought to herself. David was out of the room when Helen the housekeeper set a tray with the champagne and glasses on the table. Mandy was surprised to see three glasses. "Are you joining us tonight?" Mandy enquired. "Oh, no. Not me," replied Helen as she hurried back to the kitchen to continue with dinner. David returned to the lounge, sat down by Mandy and started to pour the champagne. "Who's the third glass for?" asked Mandy, now rather puzzled. At that moment, she heard the click of high heels on the marbled tiled floor in the hall. She looked up to see a tall, attractive blonde woman standing in the doorway, expensively dressed in a Dior dress showing an ample cleavage and hanging about three inches above the knee. Her slender legs were clad in sheer black stockings and she was wearing what appeared to be Louboutin stiletto shoes. The diamonds hanging from her ears and round her neck sparkled in the light and were obviously not fakes. As the woman walked towards them, David stood up. "Danielle, I think you already know Mandy. Mandy, this is Danielle but you will probably remember her better as Danny." "DANNY?" Mandy exclaimed. "What is the meaning of this? What are you doing here and what on earth are you doing dressed like that?" "My name is Danielle now so please call me that," she replied in a voice a little husky and somewhat higher in pitch than the last time Mandy had heard it. "I'm here because I live here and have done ever since I caught you in bed with David. And as for why I'm dressed like this, I'm now legally female and this outfit is therefore completely appropriate." "Legally female? What are you talking about? Whatever gave you the idea that you're female?" "My passport, driving licence and birth certificate all now show I'm female. With everything that was happening to my body, surely you knew it was only a matter of time before I took the final step?" "I just assumed you were some kind of freak of nature. Couldn't the doctors do anything?" "They could have done but only when they'd identified the reason that my oestrogen levels were so high. When we finally did identify what we thought was the source, I'd started to quite enjoy the idea of having breasts and looking more feminine so I declined their offer and, instead, accepted a referral to a private gender clinic." Mandy started to look uncomfortable. "And what did the doctors decide was causing it?" "That's what really stumped them. They did every test possible on me and concluded that, internally, my body was normal in every way. The only way, the high levels of female hormones found in my bloodstream could have entered my body was either through my mouth with my food and drink or by being absorbed through my skin. They quickly discounted the absorption option as being almost impossible given my lifestyle so that left via my mouth as the only option. I knew that I wasn't taking the hormones so the only possible explanation was that my food was being spiked." "I hope that you're not suggesting it was me!" By now, Mandy was getting quite flustered. Danielle laughed. "Well, the spices in your curries, delicious though they were, would have easily masked the taste of any extra ingredients added." "That doesn't prove a thing," retorted Mandy. "On its own, you're right," continued Danielle, "but I had my suspicions and, fortunately, some extra evidence came to light." "And what would that be?" "Well there were quite a lot of boxes of spironolactone and estradiol under the plinth of your bedside cabinet for starters. Correct me if I'm wrong but the former acts as a testosterone blocker and the latter is a synthetic oestrogen. I knew that I hadn't bought them so it didn't take a genius to work out who had." Mandy knew the game was up but wasn't going down without a fight. "OK, so I spiked your food. You deserved it. You think I didn't know that you were trying on my underwear? The unmistakeable male smell in my panties, ladders in my stockings that I know weren't there when I removed them? You really should have taken more care if you didn't want your dirty little secret to be discovered! So I had a look around and soon found your suitcases in the loft. Using your year of birth as the combination for the locks wasn't particularly original and what an Aladdin's cave they turned out to be. A little too tarty for my liking but each to their own I suppose. My first instinct was to confront you but then I thought that, as you obviously wanted to be a girl, I'd help you along a little. The internet is such a wonderful resource for securing prescription drugs on the sly isn't it?" Danielle laughed. "It's funny isn't it? You've actually done me a favour. Thanks to you and David, I've discovered who I really am and have never been happier." Mandy went red with anger as she turned to David. "YOU? You were part of this?" "Of course," laughed David. "You remember that Danielle, or rather Danny as she was then, and I had the starring roles in the school play? Well getting into character really ignited a spark between us. Obviously things cooled off when the play was over. I wasn't interested in Danny, the boy and Danny really wanted to make a go of his relationship with you. We kept in touch with each other after we left school and would sometimes meet for a drink or two but nothing more. It was only when she phoned me out of the blue a few months ago to ask for help that she told me everything." "And what help did the little pervert want from you?" "Well, three things really. Firstly, she needed help finding the hormone pills as she'd searched the house without success. Through my involvement with the Spymaster games, I've learned a lot about how spies operate and we just needed to find a way of getting me into the house to look for the less obvious hiding places. It only took me a couple of minutes while you'd left the room to go to the bathroom to find them." "But why start a relationship with me? You could have just come in while I was out." "Yes but that brings me onto the second thing. Danielle told me how you'd made her life a misery and it was her idea to punish you in this way. So much more dramatic than just the two of you having a row at home, don't you think?" By now, Mandy was starting to shake. "Oh, I nearly forgot," David added, "the third thing. When I met up with Danielle, it was like being back at school. She was dressed as a guy but, when she showed me what the hormones had done to her, I was hooked all over again. It was quickly apparent that she felt the same way so when I offered to fund her surgeries, she readily accepted. The Thai surgeons have really brought out her femininity haven't they? Looking at her and hearing her speak now, you'd never know that she'd ever been anything other than the beautiful woman that she now is! Unless of course, you were to take a look down below. Nothing much has changed down there other than the shrinkage caused by the hormones but it's that that makes her so special and neither of us is in a hurry for her to lose it!" Danielle, who, by now was sitting on David's lap, playfully nibbled his ear. Mandy just ranted. "She? SHE? That's my husband you're talking about and he is a he. HE! HE!" "I'm glad you can see the funny side of it but I think we've taken this as far as we can so I think it would be best if you left now." "Does the time we spent together mean nothing to you?" Mandy cried in a last desperate attempt to preserve what little dignity she had left. "Oh, the sex was good," David replied, "but not that good. When we first got together, I told you that I was after a special kind of woman. Maybe I should have told you that I meant a special kind of woman like Danielle but I didn't want to spoil the fun!" That was enough for Mandy. She stood up and looked at both of them with hatred in her face. "Don't think you're getting away with this. I'll sue you both for every penny you've got and you'll both regret the day you ever concocted this little plan." "Oh, I wouldn't do that," laughed Danielle, "you see, we've recorded the whole of this conversation and whilst it probably wouldn't stand up as evidence in court, it'll give the police more than enough information as they go through your internet records to trace the transactions with the online pharmacy. By the time they've finished, you'll probably have no option other than to plead guilty to actual bodily harm, illegal supply of prescription drugs or whatever other offence they decide to charge you with and, correct me if I'm wrong but I don't think solicitors are allowed to have criminal records are they?" Mandy stood up to leave. "Mandy. I'm sorry I was such a let down as a husband," Danielle carried on with more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "but I tell you what. To make up to you, this can be our little secret and no-one else need ever know. Just treat me fairly in the divorce and don't drag David through the mud and the recording will be destroyed." Mandy just muttered "OK," and started walking to the door. Danielle called her back. "Sorry, Mandy, before you go, I really should complement you on your taste in men. I know you got it spectacularly wrong first time round but David's something else isn't he? From what I heard through the walls, he was certainly able to please you in ways that I never could and I don't mind admitting that he managed to please me in ways that no woman ever could. It's funny, I'd always found the idea of sex with another man quite revolting but, the first time I felt David enter me from behind, I realised what I'd been missing. Nothing beats the feeling of having a man inside you does it? I know I should really have been jealous when I heard how much you were enjoying sex with him but David always made sure that my needs were satisfied just before you arrived." And then, for good measure, she added, "He's so well endowed isn't he?" Mandy turned and ran to the door, feeling sick at the thought of making love to David after he'd been intimate with what she still considered to be her husband. As they heard the door slam and Mandy drive off, David and Danielle started to laugh. "Did you see the look on her face when she realised what you had been doing with me before your sessions with her?" giggled Danielle "She may never want to go near a man again," laughed David, "it's a shame though because I did quite fancy her and we never got round to asking whether she fancied a threesome!" Danielle slapped David playfully. "Typical man, you're all the same! Anyway...." she added as she started to rub his bulging groin which, by now was straining against his trousers. "... now I've got this all to myself, how about reminding me what it feels like inside me?" Silently, David picked Danielle up and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. And, as she felt David gently enter her from behind she let out a moan of delight, remembering exactly what it felt like. It felt amazing.