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THE PRE-NUPTIAL AGREEMENT Greta Boyd's life was complicated. She'd married William when they were very young, each barely eighteen, and now only three years later she was bored. She'd already had two affairs but now she knew she was in love. When she visited their family doctor's practice for her annual check up, the male nurse that helped her was a dreamboat. He asked for a date even though he knew she was already married and now it had become a regular thing. On the days William went to his cricket practice and every time he had a match, she would sneak off for some illicit afternoon delight. The nurse, Vince Dobson, had just one shortcoming, he wasn't loaded like her husband. The other problem was that her husband's family had insisted that she signed a pre-nuptial agreement, she would get nothing if there was a divorce. At the time it hadn't seemed important but now she'd got used to the fine life. She would lose out on having her Porsche convertible to drive round, wearing her designer dresses and miss not being the centre of attention at her ladies' lunches. Vince had more than once asked her to run away with him, but she explained the situation. She liked having money and his salary wouldn't keep her in perfume let alone all the other essentials she required. He asked if there was any possibility there were grounds she could divorce him on, at least then there was provision for her to get a substantial payout but she couldn't think of any. "The trouble is," Greta told him, "he doesn't need to go to work anywhere and he even makes a hobby of cooking, he's very good at it so I can't even complain that I'm neglected." "Does he perform to your satisfaction in bed?" he asked. "He's not as good as you darling, but I can't honestly say that he's lacking in that department." She was forced to admit. "Suppose you could fix it so he couldn't carry out his marital duties?" When she expressed interest in that he told her he could get some powder that would fix it. Two days later he gave her a box containing sachets of powder. He explained that they were a strong oestrogen combined with a testosterone blocker and would very quickly cause his impotency. "Won't the first thing he'll do is go to get tested at the surgery?" she asked. "That's where I come in," he told her, "I'll simply switch his blood samples with mine and no one will know the cause. If his doctor does give him testosterone replacement, I'll swap the tablets for more oestrogen. We'll get him whatever happens." Before she had given him the first dose, his parents announced that they were moving to their holiday island in the Caribbean. She took that as a good omen as she was sure that otherwise his mother, at the very least, would have noticed any changes in him. She proceeded with their plan the next day. The morning of the third day he felt nauseous, but wrote it off as a stomach bug. The following week was a repeat each morning although he was actually sick only three times. Then the sickness went away but when he tried to make love to his wife he couldn't respond in a way that would complete his aim. Greta feigned disappointment but suggested he try again the next night with no more success. Knowing what men are like going to see a doctor, Greta wasn't surprised that it was a month or more before he admitted that he should make an appointment. By that time he not only had a very shrunken penis, his balls were definitely smaller as was the circumference of his waist. In contrast his backside was expanding while he had developed two very marked swellings under his sore and puffy nipples. As it happened (with a little nudge from Vince) he saw Doctor Stephens at the Practice who while he was a very competent doctor was new to the area. When the blood test on William came back normal he asked his trusted nurse, who was the specialist in hormone disorders they usually recommended? Vince was only too happy to recommend Doctor Daphne Reed, whom he remarked was just right for this sort of problem. In the meantime, as expected, William was dispensed testosterone in tablet form, but as it was Vince that dealt with it, more oestrogen found its way into the bottle. "Surely, once William sees this other doctor the game's up?" Asked Greta the next time she saw her lover. "Not a bit of it," he told her "Daphne helped feminise the husband of a friend of hers last year, I know because I helped her. She owes me a favour, we'll have your beloved in skirts before you know it." They both laughed. With the increased doses of the hormone now flowing into his system, Greta made him start wearing a bra 'to stop him sagging' most of the time. William was again sick in the mornings for about ten days, but it wore off just before his appointment with the specialist. Greta accompanied him to the appointment and was delighted when Dr Reed confirmed that it was a good idea for his to wear a bra to stop sagging of his 'growths' and to save unnecessary stretching of the skin. That way, she told him, it would facilitate the removal of less tissue when the whole thing was cured and he had a small operation to remove the 'growths'. He was warned by the doctor that it was going to get a whole load worse before it started to get better. It might even be a good idea to have him wear some back and rib support at the same time as the bra, as otherwise he would have a tendency to stoop. The Doctor gave him two injections and another supply of tablets, telling him that she would see him again in three months but in the meantime he shouldn't worry about the symptoms getting worse. After the consultation was over Greta took him straight to a specialist foundation garment outlet and had him measured up for a full body corset that had half cups for his 'growths'. He had never been so humiliated in his life. He had to strip to his underpants and was measured in a number of intimate ways in a cubicle by a middle aged lady who had definite ideas about his 'growths'. "Hmmph," she muttered, "you have a fine set of 'B' cup breasts verging on 'C' cup, so we will supply you with a 'B' off the shelf now, you're pretty close to a standard size, but we will make you two others to fit more exactly. Your wife says that your body needs stabilising urgently, I warn you that it won't be comfortable for a couple of weeks after you start wearing a corset, but I can assure you that after a while you will get used to it." The standard size one was white, but Greta ordered further ones in Black and pink. When he queried the feminine colour she told him it was necessary to be able to tell them apart. She also ordered six pairs of panties for each colour corset, replying that eighteen pairs wasn't excessive as sometimes he might need to change them more than once a day. The sales woman recommended that he keep each corset on for twenty four hours a day solid for at least the next month, only taking them off to bathe and change them. When she laced him up in the first one he thought he was going to die. He could only take rapid shallow breaths, not improved when both women decided that it hung better with stockings attached. His wife ordered a dozen pair of stockings in each colour. When they got home Greta gave their cleaning lady, Janice Dexter, six months leave of absence on full pay, telling William that it was so that she wouldn't see him and make him embarrassed. He was grateful for her forethought. To Janice she told a different story. She was assured that her job would remain safe but that she had to attend a short course while on leave, to learn the control of other staff that Greta was going to employ when she returned, but that she was going have to learn to run a very strict household. She knew that the cleaner's husband, Martin, was a brute of a man, out of work and violent in the home. She offered to give him a job as driver when she started work again, paying each of them three times the amount that the cleaner currently earned, for them essentially to supervise perhaps only one other staff member. Greta had thought she recognised that Janice had a mean streak almost as bad as her husband's. "I'm sure we can manage a bit of cleaning between us," she mentioned to William when he asked about how they would manage. Needless to say, all this time he wasn't able to perform his marital duty, he worried that his wife was being deprived. She showed him what she liked him to do with his tongue and he quickly became highly proficient. He did marvel that sometimes she was, so she explained, particularly turned on by him that she wept great globs of white fluid that he had to swallow, she said, so that it didn't make a mess in the bed. Occasionally he became depressed at his physical state, but at those times he knew he could count on his wife to cheer him up. She was his rock, he thought. "If you have to be dressed like that," she suggested one day, "why don't we make a game of it. You can be my lady's maid and I will be the lady of the manor." She even ordered some costumes to make playing his part more fun, insisting that he depilate his body so that he was completely hairless. When they arrived he saw that they were fun French Maid's costumes, he wasn't keen first of all especially with the shoes which, while they matched each costume and corset, had five inch heels. Seeing the pleasure it was giving Greta though, he soon entered into the spirit of things and even started curtseying to her and calling her 'Mistress'. After a month Doctor Reed arranged for a nurse to come and give him booster injections, but to his great embarrassment Nurse Vince Dobson called a day early and caught him in his maid's outfit. He was eventually put at ease by the way Vince and his wife laughed at the game and the nurse told him he could make him look rather more realistic. Rather than admit that the game wasn't his idea but his wife's and that he wasn't especially enamoured with it, he agreed. The nurse found that what remained of William's testicles had already retreated up into his body and by using surgical adhesive he wrapped his empty scrotum round his miniscule penis, sticking it in place then stuck the result back and up onto his perineum. That gave him a completely flat front but with the crease between the two sides of the scrotum where it met over his penis looking like inviting vaginal lips. As a cleaver touch, he noticed that the nurse had placed a short length of cotton cord hanging out of the crease made it look as if he had a tampon in place. "That's so that you can stop anyone looking any closer by telling them that it's your time of month." Both the nurse and his wife doubled over with laughter. Once he was finished Vince suggested that if they really wanted him to look good he could send along the cosmetician he knew that often dealt with people injured and scarred in accidents because she was especially talented. Of course Greta agreed with a laugh saying what fun it would be and that same afternoon the lady arrived. William hadn't had his blond hair cut in nearly three months and once the 'game' started they agreed that it looked more in keeping tied back in a pony tail. By the time Joanne had finished it was platinum blond and fell in waves down to his shoulders. She made up his face with striking colours, shades of purple on his eyelids, a pronounced blush and bright red lipstick. After she attached long lashes above and below his eyes she moved on to super glue nail extensions that reached nearly an inch beyond his natural ones and coloured the same bright red as his lipstick. He worried that he wouldn't be able to replicate what she'd done but was told that she would be back at the same time each week to touch it up and that in any case the make up should last at least a month. She also gave him a throat spray that tightened his vocal cords a little. He was told to use it every morning to keep sounding as feminine as he looked. Greta was more delighted with all this than him. She explained that she hadn't been able to entertain since he started to be ill but that now she could, so long as he didn't mind playing the maid when people were there. The way she casually dropped it into the conversation made it difficult to refuse. He felt that she believed it would be the most natural thing in the world and then she added that of course no one would recognise him, especially now he filled 'DD' size cups, but had he thought of a name for him when he was the maid? "I think Sophie would be a good name for a French maid," she suggested when he couldn't come up with a name, "don't you Sophie?" He was aware that his wife was a normally a gregarious person and that his being trapped indoors had meant that she had been with her friends a lot less than usual, so he agreed to her request. The next morning he gave her the menu for the light lunches for his wife and six of her friends; cold pepper soup followed by a lardon salad with fresh homemade bread with a cheesecake to finish. Greta seemed a little disappointed that it wasn't more elaborate, but he just grinned and told her to wait and see. At midday the guests started to arrived and each one he let in with a curtsey and served a glass of Champagne. Once they had each had a top up of their glasses Glenda told Sophie to serve lunch and they made their way into the dining room. As he placed their soup in front of them he was heaped with praise. The plates were narrow rectangles and placed so that a narrow end was facing the guest. From the top of the plate were red, yellow and green pepper soups, each carefully placed and only spilling into each other where cream was swirled in a pattern to blend them. The home made bread rolls were hot out of the oven, and they were all making 'mmm...' noises as they tasted them. The salad followed and had warm lardons and croutons, walnuts with a dressing made with walnut oil, walnut vinegar and enough garlic and seasoning to add a little bite. The ladies were still talking about that when he brought in the deserts. They were individual coffee flavoured cheesecakes with fresh raspberries on top and a domed sugar cage over each one. He had served a light New Zealand white wine with the meal and a Tia Maria coffee liqueur with the desert. Sophie stood at the side of the room as they ate each course, topping up water or wine as required. He watched as a couple of the ladies took photos of each plate with their telephones because they looked so pretty. "Who says that men are the best chefs?" one commented to Greta. They all wanted to know where she found her culinary angel. "Do you hire her out?" the woman Sophie knew as Lady Margaret asked. "No, but I'm sure that if she has no other duties clashing, she would be only too pleased to help out if you were stuck." Sophie looked at his wife horrified. After serving further liqueurs with coffee in the sitting room, he was eventually dismissed and had a chance to clear up the dining room and kitchen. "What were you thinking of, loaning me out?" he asked her once her guests were gone. "I'm sorry darling, but what could I say without appearing to be rude?" She considered for a moment. "One thing about it is that it would get you out of the house." He had to admit that he didn't like being seen in public the way he was but he was getting a little claustrophobic, stuck in the house all the time. However appearing as a sexy French maid at the dinner of a well known local socialite, was not his idea of getting out and about. It wasn't his choice however, and the following Saturday morning saw him delivered to Lady Margaret's Manor House to prepare and serve a dinner for ten persons. Sophie prepared the menu from ingredients he had ordered bought in from local suppliers, starting with petit fours; olives stuffed with anchovies, puff pastry bites with cheddar cheese tops, tiny little gem lettuce leaves loaded with shrimps in a mild garlic mayonnaise, and miniature scotch pancakes with smoked salmon slices and caviar topping. He made fresh wholemeal bread rolls, substituting with a little white flour to make them lighter, a favourite trick of his, to accompany the meal. The entr?e was asparagus tips wrapped in Palma ham with a Hollandaise sauce; the fish course, fillets of red snapper with a Proven(al (tomato based) sauce, and the main course honey roasted duck, decorated with pea shoots, with a tower of mashed Jersey royal potatoes, mashed parsnips topped with baby spinach and a dry Marsala sauce to take off the sweetness. The puddings were individual isle flottantes, something that he could prepare in advance and keep in the fridge ready for use but he did add some spun sugar decoration at the last minute.. He was able to use Lady Margaret's regular housekeeper, June, to help him in the kitchen and her maid to help serve and stand by the table to top up the guests' drinks while he prepared and plated each next course. He was particular about choosing the wines from her excellent cellar to serve her guests, Laurent Perrier Grand Si(cle Champagne for aperitif, a Chateau Grillet Viognier with the entr?e, an Austrian Gr(ner Veltliner (slightly spicy) with the fish, and a Paolo Scavino Barolo '96 that he was pleased to find in her collection for the main course. For the pudding he found a light demi-sec Clairette de Die sparkling wine and port as digestifs or with a cheese board for those who wanted it. None did, they were all too full. Apart from Lady Margaret herself, he only knew two of the guests, his wife and the doctor's nurse Vince Dobson, who he was surprised to see, until the following day when he returned home and his wife explained that she was asked with a 'plus one'. She didn't want to go alone so she asked his nurse to accompany her as he already knew who the maid was so wouldn't act inappropriately towards his wife. She didn't tell him that while he was clearing up after the guests had gone, she took the opportunity to take Vince to bed where he certainly did act inappropriately. Sophie had been asked to stay the night at Lady Margaret's as it would be a late finish and no one would be available to take him home so it gave them plenty of time to do what they wanted. The next morning his hostess was gushing with her tributes to him, as was the man who stayed the night with her. "Without exception that was the best meal ever served in this house and cooked to perfection Sophie," she told him. "I don't know what Greta is paying you, but come and work for me and I'll pay you double." "Don't listen to Lady Margaret, Sophie," her male companion said, "if you come and work for me I'll pay you triple." Sophie was embarrassed by the tributes but raised a polite smile and declined both offers, especially from the man who seemed just as interested in his breasts as his cooking. Sophie wasn't the only one to be pleased with everyone's reaction. Greta revelled in the reflected glory of her maid to all the local socialites, giving her an 'in' to numerous parties and social gatherings, with or without Sophie doing the catering and serving. As for their domestic arrangements, his wife felt that it really wasn't her 'thing' to share a bed with Sophie as he became more and more feminine. The question was how could she ease her husband out of their marital bed? The problem was solved by the ever resourceful Vince. "I can get hold of a psychotropic drug that will make him even more compliant than he is now," he told Greta. "We only have to give it to him for about three days before he will find that he doesn't give a damn what happens." On the fourth day Sophie's wife asked to have a serious talk with him. "Sophie," she told him, "it's obvious that you can't perform your marital duties to me. Look at the size of your penis now, even if it could get hard, it's so small I wouldn't be able to feel it inside me. I still love you and only you, but I'm afraid that I never have been a lesbian, so just until you get over this problem, I think you ought to sleep in your own bedroom." "Sure, I understand." Although he didn't. She had a room on the top floor of the house, where the servants' quarters used to be in earlier times, done up in suitably feminine style so that he could move into it. "It will also mean that if we have visitors or trades people there won't be anything odd about a maid sleeping in her own dedicated room. You don't really want outsiders to know who you really are, do you?" Of course the idea of being revealed to their friends and neighbours horrified him so he was only too pleased to concur, he also remembered to religiously use his throat spray each morning. "In the meantime," she added, "I am worried about your condition not improving, so I suggest that we employ a dedicated nurse for you to live in. That way, if you need additional or different medicines by injections or tablets, the nurse can supervise them." Within a few days news reached them that William/Sophie's parents had been killed in a car crash in their Caribbean Island. Greta and Vince suddenly saw a way that they could become incredibly rich without the bother of divorcing William and all the uncertainties that would entail. They spread the word that William had gone out to visit his parents and was also in the car when it crashed and caught fire. Greta paid Vince's expenses to go to the Island and see what he could do to oil the wheels of the local investigation. It was not as expensive as they thought. He returned with a death certificate for William's parents and him. There is an odd quirk of the law in some parts that says that if several people are killed at once and some are beneficiaries of others' estates, the oldest are deemed to have died first. Not only was Greta the sole beneficiary in William's will, he also inherited his parent's assets and they in turn were passed on to Greta. While Sophie was kept busy at home and knew nothing of these developments, Greta made several trips to the family's law firm to take over what was then a huge fortune. All that now remained was the problem of what to do with Sophie. First of all it was a simple matter to buy his new identity. He was now Sophie Smith, with the same birth date as William. Vince's contacts hacked medical databases, gave him basically the same medical history as William, but gave him a family tree and included in it several stays by him in mental institutions for schizophrenia where he learned how to cook. They even managed to give him a minor criminal record for public order offences, so that his fingerprints and DNA were on police files. All this work cost little more than a couple of million pounds, mere chicken feed compared with the assets that made Greta one of the most wealthy women in the country. The final stage of the plan was to deal with Sophie himself. This was where Vince's friend Dr Daphne Reed came in. He had gone to see her at the arranged three month appointment where she had assured him that everything was proceeding as she had expected and there was nothing to worry about. His acceptance of that was helped by the drug Vince was still giving him that made his compliance almost guaranteed. The Doctor suggested that he needed to reduce his tension a little and gave him some relaxation tapes to listen to each night. Three months of them and he couldn't wait to have the little snip that would make him beautiful. This was where the true nature of his wife came out. "I don't want him to become a woman," she told the Doctor. "I like the idea of him being a man in a nearly woman's body. Can you leave him his balls, even wake them up a bit, I want him to want me but not be able to do anything about it." The Doctor laughed. "You're a woman after my own heart Greta; make the buggers suffer. It's no problem, he won't be the first I've done like that. A superficial examination will make him appear to be female, but I can assure you that he will still have his old disgusting urges." His next three monthly appointment coincided with the memorial service for him and his parents. While the entire local population was told in newspapers etc., that he was dead and the remains of him and his parents were interred in the Caribbean, they were able to give their condolences to the grieving widow. All the while he was in a private clinic under the 'care' of Dr Reed. As well as the surgery on his privates, the Doctor shaved his Adams apple and his chin, his nose made smaller and upturned a little. His brow was tightened giving him a surprised, wide eyed look and his cheek bones were enhanced making him a very good looking woman. To improve his body his lower ribs were removed and the small amount of fat tissue round his waist area was redistributed to his buttocks. With his already large breasts he then had a truly hour glass figure. He was away from his home for nearly a month and when he returned it was with just maintenance long term low dose implants of both hormones and the drug that made him so compliant. After four months of listening to the tapes, he knew that he was Sophie Smith, maid to Greta Boyd's household, and his body only confirmed it. During his absence Janice Dexter was reinstated but not this time as just the cleaner. Greta promoted her to head housekeeper and started to also employ her brute of a husband as a driver come handyman. They were told that a junior maid would be taken on and they would be in charge of her. Greta also hinted that she didn't mind how discipline was maintained in the household, telling her that of course some maids needed the taste of a paddle every now and again. "Sophie, welcome back to my household," Greta told him. "As you know you are not a very experienced maid, but I decided to keep you on in spite of your absences, so you will be under-maid to the very much more experienced Mrs Dexter. Do everything she tells you and hopefully I won't need to speak to you again." "Yes Mistress," Sophie was grateful for her job, "thank you very much Mistress." With a curtsey he left his Mistress's presence to report to Mrs Dexter in the kitchen but when he got there her husband was there as well. He leered at the maid in his revealing uniform. She was taken by surprise when Sophie curtseyed to her without being told, she had been under the impression that she would have to severely discipline her. Instead of which was a totally complaint maid. "The Mistress has sent me to work for you Mrs Dexter, I will do my best to please you and my Mistress." He gave her a little curtsey. Now Janice Dexter was a lot brighter than anyone gave her credit and she immediately smelled something very off. "Have you been away having surgery Sophie?" she asked. Her husband sensed his wife was on a fishing trip after personal problems so excused himself and left them to it. "Yes Mrs Dexter, I've been ill for a long time." Janice was amused that he curtseyed to her after each time he spoke. "What did you have done to make you better?" "I had a nasty growth taken away Mrs Dexter." "Where was it?" "Here Mrs Dexter." He gave a vague indication in the direction of his groin. "You can start by cleaning up in here, girl, then I'll find you something else to do. Tell me, did you ask for the operation?" "No Mrs Dexter, but I could see that I needed it once it was pointed out to me." Janice let him get on with his work, watching the way he moved, stood and sat down. She noted his demeaning uniform, then spent some time thinking back to when she was given paid leave. She hadn't seen her boss, Mr Boyd for a while before she went on vacation, at least that's what his wife had thought, but she'd had the occasional glimpse of him wearing a bra. She'd even noticed them in the wash, obvious because they had much smaller cups than Greta's. At the same time she was well aware that the Mistress was having an affair with someone from the doctors' surgery, a little investigation had identified the male nurse as her love interest. Now that same nurse was Master of the house, so she added two and two and it made four. The question in her mind was what she should do about it? Her immediate thought was to blackmail the new owners of the house. She spent some time working out how to go about it and for how much. First of all she had to find proof of what she knew. A diary was kept alongside the landline telephone charger, so she had a quick look through the previous year's one.. Several entries over the past months indicated appointments for 'W' and then 'S' with a Dr Reed. Janice didn't know a Doctor Reed but knew it wasn't their normal doctor. She had a nephew who was a whiz with computers and had him hack into the William Boyd's and Sophie's medical records. When she saw that they tied in with the entries in the diary before William's supposed death, she arranged a criminal records check on Sophie as if she was going to be involved with the local scout group. Knowing this was compulsory and that many hundreds are carried out each day, she didn't think that anyone would notice. She was correct, but was stunned when she saw the results. She had known the family since William was young and his records were identical to Sophie's prior to his 'death'. She knew these records too were falsified. The only basic differences between Sophie and William's medical history were those involving gender dysphasia. She had always been well looked after by the Boyd family, so she had been a little unhappy about not doing anything to help the young man, or was that woman now? She realised that blackmail would be too dangerous. If they had the contacts to do all this it would take nothing for a lowly housekeeper to disappear. If she was going to help him there would be only one chance, so it had to be certain. If she wasn't believed the first time it would be ten times harder the next, because her employers would know that she knew and would move mountains to get rid of her as a problem. What she needed was a powerful ally. Then she remembered that when she was much younger she was best friends with June Simpson, the woman that was now Head Housekeeper to Lady Margaret and completely ran her house. June had told her about the diner Greta's maid had done for her Mistress and the sensation it caused. Now Janice knew that the maid Sophie who did that meal was the same that had now appeared as Sophie Smith here. The connection could be completed into a neat circle of contacts. Lady Margaret was a close friend of the Boyd family and was even linked loosely by blood relatives. Lady Margaret trusted and relied on June, she was a friend of Janice, who knew that Sophie was William Boyd and being defrauded out of his family fortune and the Boyd family was close to Lady Margaret. Now what she needed to do was to compile a case to pass round this circle. The first thing she did was to get a print out of the supposed criminal and medical records of both William and Sophie. The next took some time, as it wasn't just Greta and Vince that Janice had to be careful of, there was no way she could trust her husband who would almost certainly only think of trying to get money out of the new Master and Mistress. It wasn't until they had gone for the third evening out, leaving Janice free to search, that she found the first piece of solid proof. It was William's passport. How could he have gone to the Caribbean and got himself killed if he didn't have his passport? Now that she had at the very least a strong prima facie case she arranged to meet June at their Manor House on her day off. Janice knew that she had an early lunch, at eleven thirty (because she breakfasted at six thirty each day), so she got herself invited to join her to eat, taking with her all the documents she had hacked or found, including the diary next to the phone. It took some time to convince her friend, but eventually she plucked up the courage to approach her Mistress as she served her lunch at twelve thirty. "My Lady," she asked nervously, "I have a most strange request that I would like you to consider. Mrs Boyd's housekeeper has come to me with some very disturbing information. Would you be so kind as to hear it from the source, rather than me relay it second hand?" Lady Margaret agreed and Janice, also nervous, told her about her suspicions and presented the evidence she had. "You mean that girl in the French maid's costume was really William?" "Yes your Ladyship," agreed Janice. Lady Margaret sat in thought for a few minutes. "Just a moment ladies." She got up, went over to her antique French bureau and started to shuffle some papers. "Ah, here it is." She produced a photo of 'Sophie' serving a plate of food, taken by her companion that evening. She wasn't young but her eye sight was twenty/twenty and, having been prompted had no difficulty in recognising his face. "How can this be?" she rhetorically asked herself under her breath. "I knew there was something a little familiar about her, I just thought that I'd seen her around. I just never connected her with something so radical." She picked up the telephone and for a moment Janice panicked that she was telephoning Greta, but it soon became apparent that she was speaking to her solicitor. "Mr Hunter, I need your assistance. Will you come here as soon as possible?" "Straight away? Yes that would be suitable." Lady Margaret picked up the papers that Janice had presented to her and laid them out on the table in chronological order. She asked June to get them all coffees, without asking either of them wanted it, picked up a pen and a sheet of her headed letterhead and asked Janice to tell her again what she had actually observed, taking notes of what the woman was telling her. Half an hour later Michael Hunter, her family's lawyer arrived. Janice had expected a crusty old man, but instead a very expensively dressed man of about thirty five was shown in. "Mr Hunter, it's so good of you to come so promptly." They all sat down and she continued. "Some months ago I was invited to a neighbouring property belonging to the Boyd family. We were served by a maid in what can only be described as a parody of a French maid's costume. The meal was so good I borrowed this maid to prepare and to some extent serve a meal here at the Manor, you were here yourself and you may remember her from her extraordinary mode of dress. I now believe this person is William Boyd who was recently declared dead. Janice, will you please tell Mr Hunter what you've told me." Janice found herself telling her tale for the fourth time that day. - - - - - - - - - Back at the Boyd house, Janice's husband, Martin, was just waking up. He had his usual hangover and searched around fruitlessly for some aspirin. "Girl!" he bellowed. At that moment Sophie was dressing Greta so didn't hear him. When he finally got back to the kitchen Martin Dexter lambasted him for no other reason than he could. "Where's Janice?" he demanded. "I'm sorry Sir, she went out earlier but I don't know where." He did his normal curtsey and hoped the man would go back to bed, which he often did when he was hung over. Today he had no such luck. "Get me some pain killers," he ordered. Sophie found them in the kitchen first aid cabinet immediately and handed them over with a glass of water, which the man emptied. "Coffee, get me coffee." Sophie didn't find anything unusual about the way he was spoken to. Martin was like it all the time and didn't tone his attitude down much when it was his wife on the receiving end. He was also aware that Martin hit his wife, something that made him frightening to the maid, his ownership of a large Alsatian dog that carried out his every command didn't help. "Sheba!" he shouted for the dog. "On the mat!" Sheba was trained to always eat on a piece of old carpet, to keep his bits away from food in the kitchen. It was just about the only thing that his wife Janice insisted on. "Beg." The dog did as she was told. "You as well," he told Sophie. "Kneel on the mat and beg." Sophie looked at him in shock, but he was too well disciplined not to obey. She copied the actions of the Alsatian, alongside her. "You, hold your head back and open your mouth." Puzzled, Sophie obliged, but that meant that she was staring up at the ceiling and was puzzled by the sound of a zip. A moment later though he realised to his horror that the bullying man was masturbating. In only a very short time he was shooting his sperm into Sophie's mouth. "Don't swallow it," he ordered. "Hold it in your mouth and don't move." Then he placed a dog biscuit on Sheba's nose and told her to wait. The man went and sat down. "I've been warned not to fuck you girl," he told him, "but no one warned me not to do anything else with you. Carry on waiting and if you spill a drop I'll thrash you." Dog was starting to salivate but Sophie thought he was going to throw up. The taste was foul, but the psychological effect was far worse. He was only stuck like it for two or three minutes, but it seemed like hours. "Swallow it down," he finally told both dog and maid. The biscuit disappeared in an instant, emptying Sophie's mouth was rather slower, the first gulp he took nearly ended with it coming straight back up. He hesitated and breathed carefully, trying not to think about what he was doing. He just about managed to swallow it all, but the taste was still strong and permeating his nose, fighting to make him nauseous. "Get me more coffee," he ordered. Sophie poured a second cup out for him and one for himself, quickly taking a gulp and swilling the hot liquid round his mouth to get rid of the horrible taste. He was knocked to the floor by the fist that hit him on the side of his head. "I didn't tell you that you could waste time drinking coffee before you served mine." Martin stepped forward and kicked him in his kidneys. Sophie tried to get up but the combination of the stun caused by the head blow and the terrible pain in his back, caused him to only succeed in rolling over. Impatient at the maid's seeming inaction, caused Martin to kick him again, this time, although he aimed at the maid's chest, it actually hit him in the face, breaking his cheekbone. He dragged the maid to his feet. "I only had a drink to clean my mouth while yours was pouring, Sir," ophie mumbled. "Don't argue with me you stupid cow," he shouted at him then, not knowing how to make a point without violence, he punched Sophie in the face as hard as he could. It knocked him out, but more seriously it dislocated his jaw. - - - - - - - - - - - After hearing Janice out, only occasionally interrupting her to query something, he asked to be given a few minutes to think. It didn't take long. "There is no doubt in my mind that you've demonstrated a compelling, if illegally obtained case for showing that William Boyd's records have been altered in some way then used as the records of this Sophie Smith.." He stated. "If the records have been used in that way, one has to ask; 'for what reason?'. The inescapable conclusion must be for fiscal gain or a wish to escape a marriage, possibly both, and that William is indeed Sophie. For whatever reason he is obviously still in a vulnerable position. It seems to me that before any action is taken he must be delivered to a place of safety." "Sir," Janice had to mention something, "there is another complication. My Mistress has taken on my husband as driver and handyman, I'm afraid he is somewhat short tempered. When he finds out that I have jeopardised our positions under the present Mistress of the house, I am fearful for my safety as well as that of Sophie." "Perhaps I can offer some practical help there." Lady Margaret spoke for the first time in a while. "You can both move in here and Janice, you may use one of the guest rooms as well as Mr Boyd, I think you deserve to be treated as a guest." To someone who doesn't know the social status of housekeepers, this wouldn't mean anything, but Janice and June realised that the Lady was offering quite a compliment with this concession. "Do you have access to a mobile phone?" Mr Hunter asked. When Janice confirmed that she didn't he went into his briefcase and gave her one. Then he got on the phone himself to someone he called Tony, telling him her name and address explaining he needed an extraction for two and asked how long it would take to be ready. Once all that was arranged, he explained. "I want you to go back to the house in a short while, there is a number programmed into the memory on that phone, all you have to do is dial that number when you are ready to leave with William. You have to tell the man on the other end when and where to meet you. Don't worry about violence once you are with him, he will protect you. So probably the meeting with him could simply be at the front of the house. He will be there in one hour, at four thirty." Janice shared a pot of tea with her friend, then set off home, aiming to arrive at the same time as her helper. As she got to the house a car with two men inside was just parking down the lane and she guessed correctly that they had arrived. When she went into the house she was shocked by the state of Sophie. She immediately recognised her husband's hand, even though there was no sign of him. Sophie was still in the kitchen, lying on the floor, his mouth open and dripping blood. He had obviously been sick, and had a nasty bruise starting to appear on his lower face. She help the only semi-conscious body up and got his arm draped over her shoulders, hitting the memory number as she took most of his weight and steered him towards the front door. As she got there Greta appeared, demanding to know what was going on. Janice quickly told her that Sophie had an accident and a friend was calling to take her to hospital. "Oh surely hospital isn't necessary?" she asked afraid of the questions that would be asked and not confident that all the precautions they had taken would live up to scrutiny. "I'll call Mr Dobson, he'll know what to do." "She's been unconscious and she has an injury to her face," Janice replied, not hesitating in opening the door to find two men, one very large, standing there waiting for her. Greta made a half hearted attempt to stop them taking the damaged maid, but by this time the men had stepped forward and the huge one picked Sophie up and carried him out to the waiting car. He was placed on one of the back seats and the smaller man got in with him. "Her doctor is Daphne Reed," Greta was still trying to stop them, "she should go to her." "I'll go with her." Janice called out, ignoring what her Mistress was telling her and hoping this wasn't going to go wrong. "Wait for me," cried Greta, but it was too late and they sped off down the drive without giving Greta the chance to ask where they were taking him. "Hi Michael," the smaller man was on the phone, "Tony here, we've done your pick up but one is badly injured." Janice couldn't hear the other end of the conversation. "No she was hurt before we got here." Another pause. "Yes, OK, will do." Then he explained. "That was Lady Margaret's solicitor, we're to take her straight to her private doctor." Janice was so relieved to finally have the responsibility of Sophie lifted from her shoulders she was nearly in tears. For the rest of the forty minute journey Tony had to look after the physically injured maid and the mentally exhausted housekeeper to the best of his limited capacity. They were all surprised to find both Lady Margaret and her solicitor already waiting when they arrived and the Lady spent a few moments studying the injured maid's face. "The face I'm looking at isn't the same as the maid that did my dinner party, but I can see it's the same person." The Doctor was based in a small private clinic, so he was able to admit Sophie straight away and started by sending him for x-rays and scans. They were primarily aimed at his immediate injuries, but others were taken of areas where he appeared to have had previous surgery. As soon as they had arrived, and the lawyer had seen the state of Sophie, he had called the police. Chief Inspector Sandy Briggs came in response to the proxy call from Lady Margaret and it wasn't long before, Janice's documents and statement in hand, he promised immediate action. Within the hour Greta had been arrested and cautioned. She was quickly shown the evidence that they had of the real identity of Sophie, and while it wasn't as strong as the DCI made out, she had never the confidence that Vince had in the solidity of the story they had woven. She decided that the best for her would be to blame other people, and by chance Vince was out of contact on the ocean racing yacht he had bought himself. She had realised that it gave her a head start on throwing mud so she made up her mind to make a statement without first taking legal advice. The story she gave was that Vince and Doctor Daphne Reed had started to make the changes in William without her knowledge telling her, when the changes were obvious, that William had asked for it.. When she complained to them, she claimed, they had told her that things had already gone too far. She also stated that she knew nothing of any false records but she knew that Vince knew someone who could do that sort of thing. On the strength of her statement, Doctor Daphne was arrested and the Coastguard alerted to watch for Vince in his yacht. Learning that Greta had already made a statement, Dr Daphne gave a long and detailed description of what she was asked to do, claiming that William had asked his wife to arrange it, as far as she knew. Two days later, when Vince was brought to the police station, he discovered that his co-defendants had been singing like canaries. With a lawyer to assist him, he also made statements about his affair with Greta, her desire to circumvent the pre-nuptial agreement and her arranging for the funds to get it all done, including financing his trip to the Caribbean to bribe his way to getting William's death certificate. He also made clear that he didn't have the money to arrange the false documents, so that was provided by Greta. With all the evidence against them, the Doctor supplied details of the hypnotic tapes that had been used on their victim, and the recovery of Sophie's memory was got underway. The problem was that both the physical and psychological changes in him were so profound than progress could only be made very slowly. The court appointed Lady Margaret for him to be made a ward of, and she duly asked Janice to look after his daily needs. As his saviour, Janice had fewer concerns now. Her husband had decided to take an estate shotgun out with him to get some rabbits before the police came to arrest him. After trying to shoot his way out of custody, he had wounding two policemen with intent added to all his other charges. As he was already out of jail on licence, he wouldn't be breathing fresh air for at least ten years, even with good behaviour, which itself was unlikely. Sophie still hadn't recovered his 'William persona' when the plotters were tried, but this in itself was a damning indictment of what they had done when he appeared as a witness. His lawyers acting for his interests carried out Lady Margaret's instructions to divorce his wife, following the guidelines of the pre-nup. All monies and goods were recovered from Greta and Vince, and the damages against Doctor Daphne Reed took everything she had. Vince identified the people who had helped him and for that his sentence was cut by two years to twelve, the same as Greta. Those people were given various terms according to how much they contributed to the deception. The Doctor was struck off and given ten years and a doctor on the Caribbean Island who signed the false death certificate was likewise struck off and given four years in separate proceedings. None of this really helped Sophie. It was two years before he recovered sufficiently to make the decision to complete his reassignment surgery and become a woman. By the wonders of science they were able to harvest a small quantity of sperm before the operation and this was frozen in case she needed it later. By the time she had recovered she was both physically and legally now Sophie Boyd. Another two years had passed when Lady Margaret's daughter broke up with her abusive husband and returned to live with her mother. Cleone, or just Cleo as she was known, hit it off straight away with Sophie. They went shopping and to the theatre together and it wasn't long before they became lovers. It wasn't the fairytale romance that Lady Margaret envisaged for her offspring, but seeing them so happy together, after the unhappiness they had both suffered made up for it. They married and eventually arranged for Cleo to be inseminated and luckily she fell pregnant at the first attempt. Their baby girl had a brother come along soon after, only two false starts that time. Janice was well rewarded for her courage and perhaps it was justice that her husband got into a fight in prison and was killed. Sophie gave her a free cottage and let her work the hours she wanted to do, although generously paid as if it was full time, and two maids and a cook worked under her in the household, doing the real work. She later married her friend June's brother who also worked as a forester on Lady Margaret's estate. They never heard or saw anything of Greta or Vince, but were told that Greta had tried to put on airs and graces in prison and had been so badly beaten she was disfigured. Many years later she heard from a police contact that he had been killed in a failed armed bank raid. They also heard that Daphne Reed, no longer a 'Doctor', was working as a receptionist in an inner city surgery. Sophie still occasionally showed off her culinary skills whenever she had the excuse.