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WORKING THINGS OUT 'What on earth?....' Theresa Fisher thought to herself. It had been a good year for her and her husband Frank but it had started off in the middle of January quite the reverse. In their early twenties, they had only been married a year and it seemed disastrous when he had been told that the company he worked for was closing and moving their manufacturing plant to Eastern Europe. Within a few days though, their lives had changed dramatically with the news of the legacy left to her by her Aunt who died on New Year's Day. Although Theresa barely knew her, Aunt Sophie had left her everything she owned, primarily a huge house, a chain of beauty parlours and a substantial sum in cash even after death duties had been paid. It had taken no time at all for them to decide to move the nearly one hundred miles to their new windfall home. Neither of them had family to speak of, her parents were dead and his were retired to Florida and his only sibling, his brother Roy, was in the army. While Frank was working his notice out with his job, to qualify for his redundancy package, she had decided that she couldn't wait any longer and had started to pack their things. Now, at the back of her husband's wardrobe, she had found a locked suitcase. She convinced herself that she needed to find out the contents, so it took her no time to insert a screwdriver in each lock and twist it round in the place of a key. Now revealed to her was a collection of women's clothes and some printed sheets of paper which she collected up and started to read. It was soon quite obvious that her husband, the man she'd known for nearly two years was hiding a secret from her. The printed pages hadn't been downloaded very recently, the last date showed that they predated their dating each other, but each was a story of female domination and male feminisation. It wasn't difficult to make the link with the clothes she found and included in the case was a pair of very realistic breast forms which would have perfectly filled out the 36D sized bras accompanying them. She thought of her husband physique. He was a short man, certainly a little effeminate in appearance which was actually a plus as far as she was concerned. She hated the macho type, who invariably thought of themselves as being God's gift to women, whereas Frank appreciated her, was always thoughtful, had a great sense of humour and could cook better than her. A story about a man becoming his wife's maid caught her eye and she couldn't help imagining him in a little French maids uniform. To her surprise she found herself becoming quite wet at the thought. An advertisement was on the bottom of one of the pages, promoting 'makeover' sessions in an establishment not very far from where they were living and strangely the name of the place was familiar. Slowly a plan started to form in her mind. If that was what he wanted then that was what he would get. For the next several days she didn't have time to do much more packing, she had other matters to attend to both in person and on line. When he remarked to her that he would get his hair cut before their move, she told him that she would prefer him to grow it even longer than he habitually kept it, even though in the past she had often told him off for letting it grow long and untidy. For the ten days or so after he stopped work they were kept busy boxing up everything they were taking, although most of the furniture they were leaving as they arranged with a local estate agent to rent out that house rather than sell it. Her aunt's house was already fully furnished with high quality and very tasteful antiques that they both loved, so they were more than happy to live with them. Early on the morning of the move Theresa asked him to come on an errand with her and got him into her car. They drove to a small row of shops about ten miles from their house but she parked to the rear of one of them. "Come with me dear," she told him. Mystified, he followed her through the back door of one of the shops where they were greeted by three women who were obviously expecting them. "I have something to tell you dear." She turned to him and explained, "You really should have told me of your predilection for women's clothes." His eyes opened wide and he looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car hurtling towards him. He tried to speak but she ignored him, he was only, as she expected, trying to deny everything. "I really don't mind your little hobby, but you should have told me. I tried to think of a punishment for you, but decided that I would reward you instead, at least for a short while. Your punishment will follow, but first, I hope this will be a nice surprise." With that she nodded to the women who ushered him firmly off into a room to one side of the corridor they were standing in, all the while he was shouting that he wanted to talk to her about what she had found. Two or three minutes later the shouting had stopped and all the clothes he was wearing were handed out to her in a bag, upon which she left him and drove back in time to meet the removal men. Just one little job remained for her to do before everything was loaded. The bag that she had carried back with her joined all the boxes containing the rest of his clothes and were dropped off at a local charity shop. Then it was off to their new home. Waiting there for her were four of the staff from the business she had inherited and they were able to help her break the back of unpacking all the things that she would need in the next few days. She herself unpacked several parcels into drawers and closets in a small room in the attic which had been decorated in a way that would warm the heart of a twelve year old girl. It was predominately pink in d?cor with a great deal of lace and satin and complete with several dolls of varying sophistication and a poster of the latest boy band above the bed. The adjoining bathroom was small but adequate and had all the necessary soaps, oils and shampoos that a female occupant could want. That evening she ordered a pizza delivery, relishing the fact that it wouldn't be very long before she would have all her meals prepared and ready for her when she got home from work. She had a long soak in her bath, reading a book and sipping a glass of wine, then turned in early to be ready for work the next day. Her personal office was set up above the largest of her salons and there she briefly went through the up to date books then did a brief tour of three more out of eleven of her other centres. Her aunt's mother-in-law had started with just a hairdressers, but realised in the early nineteen fifties that there was an opening in the market for establishments that offered everything from hairdressing, manicure, waxing and later full spa treatments, two of her centres were now offering residential courses. When Aunt took over she continued the expansion and although not all the outlets offered all the treatments, they were all showing a very healthy working profit. She repeated this work pattern for the next three weeks, in that time getting to know all the managers as well as she wanted and becoming used to the idea of being the boss of a multi-million business. She soon came to like being treated deferentially with her every request carried out instantly. Her aunt had run a tight ship with plenty of discipline and she was able to appreciate the wisdom of keeping herself aloof from the shop floors. At three o'clock one Friday afternoon she got the phone call she was waiting for and headed home. At just after four a car pulled up outside bearing the logo of her salon chain. Three women got out, two smartly dressed in business suits but the third was a complete oddity. She was made up like a street walker and wearing a pink satin and lace French maid's costume. It was cut so low that the upper part of her breasts were so far exposed that a nipple would almost certainly jump out if she wasn't careful and the skirt was so short it didn't cover her stocking tops when she lifted her leg and it flared out on crinolines so far as to be almost horizontal. Her figure was something that Theresa would have thought was the gold standard of the nineteen fifties, a large bust with wide hips, both emphasised by her miniscule waist. When she saw the six inch heels that the maid was walking on, she didn't know how she did it without falling over. The maid walked between the other two but as soon as she was in the house she executed a perfect deep curtsey to Theresa. It was only then that she was able to recognise, but only just, her husband. "Everything's been carried out as you instructed Madam," the leading woman, Liza, told her. "Fanny here is fitted as we suggested and this is the remote that you can use to either call him or punish, according to your requirements. It has a long chain that you can loop round your neck for security. You will notice one extra facility, that is his choker. It is latex coated, so it doesn't need removal for washing, it was fitted by us as he just wouldn't stop complaining. We felt that it would be your wish not to have to listen to him banging on, so it has the same shock facility as the chastity but it's activated automatically if he speaks. "There are two operating manuals, one for you the other for him, so you will have to learn how he will communicate with you, although usually it will be obvious what he wants. His manual is primarily his work schedule and dress code, what he has to clean or launder each day of the week, you will see a note pad there to use for any specific instructions which may vary from his routine." "Would you like a drink before you head back?" Theresa asked them. "Get three coffees Fanny," she told him, once they had agreed. They sat down in Theresa's study and chatted until the drinks were served on a silver tray. She was amused that her husband curtseyed when he was given the instruction then knocked and waited to be told to come in when he returned, curtseying again after he had entered. He stood, heels together and one hand grasping the other wrist, watching them as they drank, ready to take any further orders. "I was amazed at the coincidence when I first saw the advert for your branch when I went through this sissy's things," she told them. "How long have you been open there?" "We've been going eight years now," the second woman, who the branch Manager Liza introduced as Jo, told her, "but we always thought we were a bit out on a limb compared with the other branches." "Your aunt explained that she didn't want our service to be confused with the standard facilities at her other establishments," the Liza carried on, "the only thing is that we've become so popular with the TV and TG communities that we're fully booked most of the time. Of course most of our clients come to us of their own volition, but we offer the service you wanted at a premium price." "I must give a thought to either expanding your branch or perhaps opening another in a different part of the country," Theresa mused. "Tell me, how do you make his bust look so realistic?" "It looks real because it is," the woman explained, "it's implants that can be altered in size. At the moment they're an 'F' cup, but if you want, you can punish him by increasing to almost twice that size and corresponding weight. Of course they would be very uncomfortable for him to have to carry about and he would have to compensate by leaning backwards all the time. Generally we find the size he has is a good compromise between sluttish looks and being able to carry out his normal household duties efficiently. They actually look bigger because of his waist reduction. We found that by removing two ribs and a little work on others, corseting can get it down to the eighteen inches that you can see. It isn't very comfortable, but that is not a significant point for you to worry about. His facial procedures are quite minor, but you can see that a little cheekbone and lip augmentation, with nose and chin reduction work very well together." "Show me your chastity Fanny," Theresa ordered. He stepped forward, lifted his crinolines with one hand and pulled down his French knickers with the other, displaying a polished stainless steel device that had replaced his penis and testicles. It was virtually flat between his thighs, standing out no further that a real woman's mound and with a vertical slit, obviously for urination. "I thought you agreed not to castrate him?" Theresa was perturbed but also surprised to find that the whole thing was turning her on so much she was taken aback to find that it didn't worry her as much as she thought it ought. "We haven't," Liza reassured her, "it's just the device that was explained to you is surgically implanted. It's connected directly to his nerve endings in his most sensitive area, it can't be removed by anyone other than our specialists and the batteries are recharged by his body heat and movement." "So this thing will be painful to him?" As she asked she waived the small remote device around. She noticed Fanny shaking his head and a look of horror on his face. "You can see five settings on there," Jo instructed. "Set on number one it will make it tingle, it's uncomfortable for him but withstand able, so you can use it to call him to find you wherever you are. From two to five are painful in increasing measures, but two is excruciating and if you use five don't expect any work from him for best part of a day and he may well vomit, so be warned." The two visitors left soon after and Theresa told her husband to get on with preparing her evening meal. She enjoyed an aperitif at six thirty and promptly at seven, Fanny started to serve her evening meal, starter, main course and dessert. After not having his home cooking for those weeks, she was disappointed that the courses didn't have his usual flair, but they were quite adequate. While she was eating, Fanny stood slightly behind and to one side of her, ready to top up wine or water as required. "I expect that you're really enjoying all these sexy clothes you have now, Fanny," she remarked not expecting an answer. She was therefore surprised to hear a quiet sob from her maid. She looked round to see that Fanny hadn't moved position, but was shaking his head from side to side and crying. "It's no good crying now, you made your bed and now you've got to lie in it." Fanny crouched very slightly, bringing his face into Theresa's field of vision, now shaking his head even more violently. "Stop doing that! Do I have to try out this little toy to punish you?" He relented but tears still continued to flow down his cheeks. "It's a good job they used permanent make up on you, or it would be running now and I would be really mad. "You probably want to know my plan for you. I was absolutely furious when I found your stash of clothes and things. That's why you only have your uniforms now, I've got rid of all the things you used to wear, when you were pretending to be a man. I just told you that you have permanent make up, that's what it's called but it's not really true. It should only last about six months and when it wears off, so long as you've been an impeccable maid to me, I may well see fit to release you from service and let you be my husband again. "That's not a promise, but you can be sure that I will have judged your behaviour fairly. The better maid you are, the better your chances of freedom. "Are you going to try?" As she looked at him he slowly nodded agreement. His shoulders had dropped and he gave her the impression of being in abject misery. "Carry on looking like your best friend has died and you will be a maid for a very long time." She realised that he was now staring at the table, not her, but believed that he would get over it. When she had finished the meal, she had a glass of Cognac but realised that she was now hot to try out something she had missed badly, his tongue. She told him to eat and clear up later and that he was to help her in the bedroom. He followed her up the stairs where she pointed out that his bedroom was on the top floor, then had him help her undress and get into bed. There followed a long session of him between her legs, brining her to four long awaited orgasms. "It's a shame you can't get any satisfaction Fanny," she told him, "still, I expect wearing that sexy uniform is its own reward for you. I do miss your cock inside me though, go and open the top drawer of that unit." She had indicated one of several in her walk in wardrobe. When he opened it he was shocked to find a pair of pink latex panties with a large dildo attached to the front. "That's right, now Fanny, slip that on and you can be a pretend man again." He slid the unfamiliar garment up his legs and was then sporting a large artificial erection, which Theresa lubricated by half swallowing the thing. "Just think of all the times you've hinted that you wanted me to do this for you and now your wish is fulfilled." She laughed out loud as she looked up into his sad eyes, then changed position so that he could penetrate her the same way as he used to but with no benefit to him at all. All together he spent nearly two hours trying to satisfy her. She called it lovemaking, but as far as he was concerned, love was the last thing on his mind. It was only after she was perfectly sated that she dismissed him to go back downstairs to have his meal and clean up, but when he sat down with his food in front of him he was only able to manage a couple of mouthfuls before he threw up. He spent an hour cleaning, then made his way to his new bedroom which was every bit as bad as he expected. That night he slept badly and was up, drinking coffee in the kitchen by half past five the next morning. An idea had struck him and with some difficulty he located a pen and some paper to write a note to his wife. He worded it carefully and had several attempts before he was satisfied that it explained things properly. At eight thirty he took up her breakfast as was ordered on his schedule, knocked on her bedroom door, taking the tray in to her when given permission. She sat up in bed and he placed the tray down in front of her. She quickly saw the note. She read, 'You made a mistake, they weren't my things...' She could stand it no longer, he was still denying the undeniable. She picked up the piece of paper without reading further and tore it into pieces, then she set the remote on three and pressed the button. He gave a strangled cry and collapsed on the floor gripping his crotch then his neck in short succession. "You don't learn, do you?" she screamed at him. "You've just earned another month in service. Now get out and don't come back until I call for you." As he crawled on the floor out of the room, he could still hear her shouting. "The next time you try this story I'll be able to see what effect the five setting has on you." When she eventually called him back in she saw that he was broken. He moved slowly and deliberately, staring ahead of himself and not looking her in the eye. He had to help her bathe and dress, then she told him that she was going out and would only be back for dinner at seven and with that she left. Without any idea of why, he placed the remains of the note he had written in one of the kitchen drawers. He mechanically went about his scheduled chores, the house wasn't dirty, she'd had a cleaning service in regularly to keep things in hand, but he was given extra tasks, on Saturdays for example, he had to clean all the silver cutlery. He did this without any feelings. The luxury that they were now surrounded by should have brought them both joy, but instead he loathed it. Time passed by but he didn't notice until he remembered that he was scheduled to start his wife's evening meal. She hadn't realised that when he cooked before, it was an act of love. He put his soul into his culinary skills and was constantly surprising her with little unexpected twists to his taste sensations. Now there was no love. Cooking was just another scheduled task for him to complete at a specified time and with specified ingredients with no joy involved. Theresa noticed that difference but put some of it down to her memory being faulty after so many mediocre meals while he was away. Then she realised that it couldn't account for the blandness of much of his cooking now. Her problem was that she couldn't prove what she suspected, that he was deliberately not trying to please her. Sundays had always been a special day for them. They always had a late brunch of bacon, eggs, black pudding, sausages, mushrooms, tomatoes and anything else he could twist into their menu. Then they would have a Sunday roast in the evening when there was always something unexpected and tasty included. One week it might be a couple of 'pigs in blankets' (Small sausages wrapped in bacon slices) or perhaps Brussels sprouts cooked with lardons, chestnuts and cream, or maybe a sauce he was experimenting with. There was always something to delight her. However, the schedule that she had agreed only mentioned eggs, bacon and tomatoes for brunch and that was what she got. Then for the evening meal it specified a roast and she got a comparatively flavourless piece of chicken with roast potatoes, three vegetables and a sauce that she couldn't identify. She couldn't stand it any longer. "What's happened to your cooking Fanny?" She asked him after she had finished eating that evening. "It doesn't seem to be as interesting as it was." He just stood there looking sad. A tear trickled down one cheek. She realised that he couldn't answer her but rather than give up, she tried another tack. "When you cooked before you always put extra, interesting things onto the plate. Why don't you now?" He curtseyed and left the room, returning in minutes with his schedule, he curtseyed again and pointed to that evening's menu. On it were all the things that had been on her plate. She gave up and took him to bed. It was the same there, she realised. When she asked him to lick her that was all he did. In the past he had always been a considerate lover, caressing her exactly as she most wanted it and building up a slowly increasing tempo until she peaked exactly as he pushed all her buttons at once. Now there was no slow build, no variation in his touches. She realised that in the excitement of the novelty the previous evening, it hadn't bothered her. She had been almost ready to climax at the slightest touch. Now she needed more than just the rush she got from dominating him, she needed to be made love to. The trouble was that she couldn't find an excuse to complain. Like the food, everything she asked for was there. When she asked for his fingers in her, that was what she got. If her clit needed more consideration, she told him and that was his centre of attention and when he put on the dildo pants again, she realised that it was as if he was doing push ups for exercise. It was no help at all to see yet again, tears running from his eyes. Eventually she managed one small climax and sent him away so that she could sleep. Over the course of the next few days she tried talking to him and explaining what she was missing, but how could she explain herself? After telling him that she was missing his spontaneity, she concluded: "Fanny, you've always been considerate of my feelings and done your best to please me, can you start doing that again?" He just looked blankly at her. She knew that he was being nasty towards her, even though she had lowered herself to go to the kitchen to speak to him. Without further hesitation she ramped her remote up as high as it would go and pressed the button. "You will act more considerately towards me!" she yelled, but he didn't hear her. He had collapsed on the floor, twitching and then went into spasms, his whole body folding up then unfolding until he was vomiting and gasping for breath. Suddenly he was still and for a moment she thought she'd killed him but then detected his breathing. She left him to it and went to bed. The following day nothing in his actions had changed but his demeanour had. Every time she looked at him she could see that he was frightened of her. He no longer had that sad look all the time, now it was replaced by fear. For a time she thought she ought to apologise to him, but she realised that it was yet another indication of her superiority over him and, although she felt a little guilt about it, she nevertheless rather enjoyed the power she now undoubtedly had over him. Over the next few weeks she enjoyed teasing him, especially when she perceived a fault on his part (she knew there weren't any but that didn't stop her). "I think that I might take up my manager's offer and have your breasts made bigger," she told him. "You could pay for them yourself by me arranging you to be in one of those dirty films men like to watch." She laughed. "You realise that I could have all your teeth taken out and your lips pumped up more, then train you as a cocksucker for your part. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She knew that he didn't trust her, so watching his expression became even more enjoyable. Also she noticed that he was losing weight. His arms were positively feminine, without a trace of even the small muscles he had before and she saw that he struggled to lift a full tray of crockery. She dismissed this, not realising that he had entered a clinical depression and was barely eating. After three months she gave up trying to bait him, it was getting no result at all, he just continued staring as if she hadn't spoken. He still carried out his duties and any other tasks she set him, but it was as if he was a robot with no emotion or change of expression. The only thing that convinced her that he still had feelings was when she started to ask guests for dinner. Then they would often point out to her that he was crying. "No she isn't crying," she would tell people, "she suffers from an eye condition that often causes them to weep." She wasn't bothered if they accepted that as the explanation or not, she was an important business woman in the community and people treated an invitation from her with deference. After four months she became so frustrated at how he was acting that she started to accept dates from the managing director of another company in town and it wasn't long before she performed the ultimate sanction on him and invited Gerald Barker to dinner one Saturday night. "If you don't make him feel welcome," she warned him, "I'll invite him to stay the night, is that clear?" The only reaction from him was a fresh wave of tears. When Barker arrived he was surprised to be greeted by a tearful maid in a parody of a uniform. Theresa explained that her maid had chosen her own clothes because they made her feel sexy and wrote off her tears in the usual way. He had no reason to suspect any other cause. He served them his usual adequate fare which he was still complimented on by their visitor. This had the effect of annoying Theresa, who knew that he could have produced a far better meal if he had been inclined and for that reason she issued an invitation for him to stay the night, which he enthusiastically accepted. She twisted the knife in his wound by having Fanny turn down her bed and to lay out the same nightdress for her that she had worn on their honeymoon. That night, after he had finished cleaning and was on his way to bed, he heard his wife's cries of joy as he passed her bedroom. He couldn't sleep and by five he was again in the kitchen drinking coffee but at eight he got the signal in his groin that he was wanted. When he got to her room and was allowed in, he was greeted by the sight of the pair of them, naked sitting up in bed. "Bring us coffees here, girl," she ordered, "we'll take breakfast in the dining room in half an hour." "Make that an hour," Barker told him, making Theresa giggle like a schoolgirl. He took them their coffees and was slowly making his way back downstairs, working out how to kill himself, when the front door bell rang. Puzzled, he made his way down to open it. There, standing in their entrance was his brother Roy. "Good morning Ma'am," he smiled as he greeted him. "Can you tell me if Frank is in?" His legs crumpled. He wasn't out for long, but his dishevelment allowed Roy to see the strange device where the maid's crotch should be. That caused him to look closely at the face of the recumbent maid realising that there was something familiar about her. As he started to come round, Roy peppered him with questions that he tried to indicate that he couldn't answer, but he beckoned to follow him to the kitchen. Once there he dug out the long unused pen and paper and quickly scribbled a note, first telling him why he couldn't speak. Roy told him to wait a minute, went out to his truck and returned with a pair of bolt cutters. In two minutes he had removed his brother's choker. That allowed him to explain a quick version of what had happened causing a rising temper in the soldier. On hearing that Theresa had a lover with her in bed at that very moment, Roy insisted they both go upstairs. Only after he had explained what she could do to him and received assurances from his brother, did the maid agree. They burst into her bedroom while the couple were just approaching their mutual orgasm, Roy pulled the man from her and threw him across the room, then he grabbed the remote controller, snapping the chain from round her neck. He passed it to his brother just before the frustrated lover counter-attacked. An over weight businessman was no match for a fit soldier and he was on the receiving end of a hay-maker that laid him out, then Roy turned his attention to Theresa, who by this time had started to scream. "Time for you to pay for what you've done to my brother, bitch," he shouted. "You don't understand Roy, your brother's a sissy, I've found the proof, it's only what he wanted." "You stupid bitch, what you found were my clothes!" Her jaw dropped open and she looked from one brother to the other, then the jaw started flapping up and down but no sounds were coming out. The man on the floor started to stir, realising that her husband had somehow returned "I'm sorry," he said quietly to Roy, "she told me that her husband was gone and wasn't coming back. I didn't realise that you..." Fanny cut him off. "He isn't her husband, I am." He let that sink in for a moment, then: "She had me kidnapped and rigged with these things than she could use to control me. She even made me find the nightdress she used on our honeymoon for her to wear when she took you to bed last night. I was crying with my impotence to stop her, nothing to do with my eyes." "My God!" the erstwhile lover exclaimed. "I'm most terribly, terribly sorry, I'd never have done that if I'd known. I've never known such an evil a person as her, do you mind if I just go?" They let the man dress and leave while all the time Theresa became more and more hysterical, repeating "No...No.." over and over. This increased in intensity when Fanny showed her the remains of the note that he had written to her at that first breakfast. If she had read more than the first line it explained exactly who owned the suitcase that she found. Meanwhile Roy called the police. Being a Sunday, the first responder to arrive was the local beat copper, but it wasn't long before a detective inspector and his sergeant were in attendance. Theresa was arrested and Fanny was taken to the county hospital where his implants were examined. The news wasn't good. The consultant surgeon had no idea how he could tackle the chastity implant, the shield of which was flush to his skin, and the x-rays they took didn't show him. The fact that it was stainless steel made taking an MRI scan impossible. Other changes that had been made to him, his face surgery and breast implants they were a little more optimistic about. Although they couldn't be sure to restore his original looks, his face could be made more masculine and only a small amount of skin would have to be reduced once the implants were removed. He would also have scarring to his neck from the shock collar treated although his 'permanent' make up was definitely fading. His feet were another problem. After walking almost exclusively in six inch heels for months, he knew that he couldn't stand to wear flat shoes and it might be some time before he could wean his feet into them. While at the hospital Roy slipped out and bought him a pair of three inch highs, and those he could manage. At the same time his brother bought him a less conspicuous skirt and blouse to change into from his French maid uniform. Roy and Fanny spent most of the day between the hospital and the police station where they wanted a detailed statement going right back to his kidnapping at the make over centre he was first sent to. It was never going to be finished that day, so they were allowed back home for the night, unlike his wife, and they stopped for a meal on the way. When they got back there was a message on their answer machine which Fanny nearly ignored, assuming it would be for his wife, but Roy suggested he made sure. As it turned out, the message was from Gerald Barker, the overnight visitor, again apologising and to tell Fanny that his brother Allen, was a top divorce lawyer and that he would pay all his brothers fees as a small way to show his contrition if he wanted to use him. A home phone number for Allen was included, so Fanny rang him. It was arranged that they would all meet up the following morning at the police station. Before he turned in, Fanny sorted through some of his wife's clothes to find a few items that he could wear until matters were resolved. The next day was largely spent by him making statements and signing papers for police and what would eventually be a civil case, for his lawyer. He had to return to the house with a posse to take exhibits, photographs including him in uniform, and other various jobs. Allen started his work with an injunction to keep his wife from returning home if and when she was released from custody. The police already had the remote control and his choker, which caused some consternation among the officers. The sergeant who was acting as exhibits officer wanted to know what it was, so when Fanny told him, he held it against his neck and went to ask how it worked. Of course as soon as he spoke it shocked him where he was holding it against himself. He swore and jumped so far before he fell over that nearly everyone in the room wanted to know who hit him. Sympathy for me after that increased ten fold. It was Wednesday before he was called back to the hospital, this time it was with the surgeon and two doctors from the centre where he was operated on, escorted by three police officers as they were under arrest. One of the newcomers had a small tool that he used to split Fanny's chastity, allowing access for the surgeon to remove it. Then he dropped a bombshell. "You do know that you will unlikely to be able to go back being a man, don't you?" "His wife assured the police that she only arranged for a temporary fitting to be placed here," the hospital surgeon had butted in with the statement. "I'm sorry, she signed all the papers and they clearly state that she ordered that the fitting had to be made regardless of the damage done to him," he replied, then clarified. "I personally told her that we always try to make anything we do reversible, but the operation carried a high degree of risk. In this case I remember her saying that he had hurt her so badly she didn't care. After more than four months with minimal blood flow to the genitals it's unlikely that they can be restored. I presumed from the way she spoke that he had assaulted her in some way, we often get wife beaters in to work on, so he had little of my sympathy." While Fanny collapsed into a chair, Roy told the doctor the potted version of the misunderstanding. "Oh my God," was all the doctor could say. Fanny was admitted to the private wing of the hospital immediately and the surgeon operated the next day, with the doctor from the centre assisting. He remained in the hospital for the next ten days, with two more adjustments done on him. It was agreed to hold over all the other reconstruction until the result of this operation was known. Back in the real world things were proceeding at a pace. Theresa and several of the staff at the make over centre were charged with kidnapping, false imprisonment and multiple assaults including grievous bodily harm. Theresa and the centre had civil actions for damages started, mirroring the criminal charges with additional claims against her for divorce, assault, imprisonment and slavery brought for events after he was delivered home. Roy eventually took the time to explain that the reason he came to see him so propitiously was to tell him that he'd been offered a job with a civilian company and he agreed when they offered to buy him out of the army. He also told Fran as Fanny was now being called, that he only ever joined up because he thought it would be a way to stop himself dressing up, which he'd done since a young child. It hadn't worked and now he wanted to accept it himself especially as he didn't think he'd have a choice. Fran himself had very little choice either. His genitals were all still there, but damage to them was serious. The surgeon suggested that he wait for a month or two both to cling on to the slim hope they would improve and to receive psychiatric help both for what he had already suffered and the choice that he would shortly have to make that was seeming to be ever more likely. The eventual imprisonment of Theresa and her staff followed as night follows day, both her and the doctors received very heavy terms. That marked a milestone for Fran, who decided that he had no future as a man with no sex life. His surgeon assured him that as a woman, there was more than enough sensitive material in his genitals to make a functioning vagina, so his claim against his wife was delayed a few weeks to enable her (as she now was) to recover, In court her wife's assertion that she just made a mistake and it was all meant to be temporary was shot down by the comments she had made to the doctor and he testified to. The judge was scathing in his comments and awarded Fran (now legally with a change of name as well as gender) all their joint assets after legal charges. Both house and business were now hers. She had no interest in holding onto things with such bad memories and with Allen the lawyer to help, she found several buyers willing to pay top price for the assets that were split into several lots. The exception was the make over centre. This she gave to her brother, this time just to run as a legitimate business with no hint of coercion of its customers. Fran paid for her brother's army discharge. As for herself, after a brief stay with her parents in Florida she travelled extensively, after all, money was no object. She did have sex with a nice man once, but she didn't find that the same attraction was there, as it still was for a pretty woman and that was what she met. On a cruise she met a French woman who had been recently widowed and they hit it off straight away. Once it started to get serious Fran gave Georgette a short diary of the events that changed him to a her. It mattered not to Georgette and they eventually settled down together in the South of France. Given the chance, Fran decided, she would have always been content to live out her life as Frank, perhaps raising a family with Theresa, but it wasn't to be. Now though life took another twist. Georgette's brother and sister-in-law had two children, a boy and a girl. Their mother was killed in a car accident and they and their father, Claude, came to live in the chateau so that he could continue working and the two women volunteered to look after the children. They became extremely close to their two 'mothers' as Claude's work often took him away for long periods. Then Georgette was diagnosed with breast cancer. She only lived eleven tortured months from her diagnosis. Fran became very fond of not just the children but Claude as well. A year after the death of her lover, Fran and Claude were rather tipsy after a village wine festival and ended up in bed. Against all her expectations Fran loved it. She explained to Claude the next day about her history and it mattered nothing to him. Six months later they were married. Maid of honour for her wedding was Roxy. He explained that running the make overs as Roy made some of the clients more self conscious than if he appeared as a woman, so that was what happened. He had already opened two more branches of the centres and he was never happier. Roy got to live his dream and Fran got the family she always dreamed of. It's odd how things can sometimes work out.