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A GAME GONE WRONG Susan Jenkins was unhappy. All her life she had been able to take charge and get things done. She liked to employ people with the same hard business attitude and had ended up with an almost all-male staff of two hundred spread over more than a dozen separate commercial ventures. Some of them were not a problem but others had attracted the attention of the Equal Opportunities Board and they were fast approaching the deadline set by them to improve the female to male ratio among her employees. Another reason for her worry was her daughter Jodie's marriage to Philip Black. For some time it had become clear the she was letting things slide at home. She was aware that her daughter had in the past a penchant for putting her boyfriends in skirts, although Jodie had told her that she hadn't indulged since she'd started dating her husband. When they married she had given a wedding gift to them both by putting him in charge of the IT Division of her businesses, appointing a man came so naturally that she hadn't considered the effect on her daughter. Besides, she had assumed that Jodie wasn't the sort to want to carry on working, something that even Jodie had felt until it became a reality. The division had three departments, PC Sales, Business IT Sales and IT Support that dealt mainly with devising tailor made software for their business customers. Philip was very much the exception to Susan's rule. Jodie had worked in the same division as Philip in a retail shop for home computers as a manager, and would have been under him, but once she was married had let it be known to her Mother that she didn't want to continue working. Susan couldn't understand why Jodie hadn't taken charge of him, after all, he was obviously only a bit of a wimp compared with the many other men in her employ "It would undermine the understanding we have in the home," she had told her Mother in the past, although not of late. "I have a husband who is prepared to do anything that I just ask, why would I want to upset him by ordering him about when it isn't necessary? You probably don't realise that he has got a stubborn streak about him." "Mind you," she added more recently, "I do miss being at work, I'm getting bored at home." At work, Philip, Jodie's contemporary at twenty three, was not the go- getter that Susan would have preferred but he was now her son-in-law and valuable employee because he was an excellent programme writer, especially good with small details. For those reasons she was content to give him the division to run, making sure she employed aggressive men on their sales side to make up for Philip's shortcomings. This division was doing particularly well profit wise, but was the main target of the EOB since the only female manager, Jodie, had left. All the other thirty six employees were men with the only exception being two junior shop girls. The fact that Susan had a business doing office cleaning that exclusively employed women except for the managers actually counted against her as she was judged to be following stereotypical lines, women doing the menial tasks with men in charge. Susan lunched with her daughter one day and they had a long talk. "In every aspect he's becoming even duller," Jodie told her mother, "I'm afraid that I always knew Philip's not a ball of lightning but he's getting worse now, becoming such a boring wimp at home, he doesn't want do anything or go anywhere with me unless I put my foot down and then he sulks, which I can't stand. He's always on about the state of the house. Oh, not verbally, he just gets the cleaning materials out or the vacuum cleaner and does it himself, but I can tell he really thinks I should have done it by his black looks." "I thought you told me he always did as you asked, so I assumed happily." Susan gave it some thought, then came up with the seed of an idea. "How would you like to job share with Philip? I will tell it to him that way but you would be in charge for all practical purposes. If I left him still managing the analysts, then you would look after the whole division, the retail and business hardware sales as well as his section. You wouldn't need to tell him that you're his boss, I'd have preferred to do that in the first place but you were so insistent that you wanted a more conventional marriage and just be the little woman at home. "There's just one thing that would need to be done and I don't know what you think about that. You know that I've had trouble with the Equal Opportunities Board? I know your appointment would be a tick box for a senior female manager, what I could do with is either a second woman or an openly transgender manager. What you need is a less critical husband. Could you get Philip into skirts do you think?" They both grinned at each other at the thought of Philip done up to the nines in a dress and wearing make up. Jodie recalled the successes she had in that respect with previous boyfriends when she had suggested a dressing up game. "That wouldn't be a problem." Jodie then thought for a moment. "I know him better that he does himself. I'll have him in a dress by the end of the week." Two nights later Jodie found the opportunity to start her plan of action. Her husband had come home to find that she hadn't started on his meal and the kitchen was a mess. "Don't you look so disapproving at me Philip, I'm not cut out to be the little homely housewife, you knew that before we got hitched, perhaps you should take over the job." "Perhaps I should," Philip muttered under his breath as he started to load the dishwasher. "What did you just say?" demanded Jodie, all the time thinking that this was going to be even easier than she thought. She had been going to start him gently with an apron round his waist, now she saw a quicker method. "Nothing." "You just told me that you wanted to be a housewife." She sounded upset. "Come with me." Philip had always been putty in his wife's hands once she got an idea in her head so trailed along behind her to their bedroom to find her rummaging about in her drawers. In a short while a pile of clothing started to mount on their bed. "Strip!" she told him and he slowly complied. She dragged him into their bathroom and smothered his body with a smelly lotion, which Philip identified in his mind quickly as a depilatory cream. He had to stand there with the door pulled to so that he couldn't see what she was doing so busily. He could only hear her making several trips to and from the bedroom. Just as the cream was starting to feel uncomfortably hot on his skin she returned and quickly pushed him into a cold shower where he was denuded of hair. She handed him a pair of panties as soon as he was dry. "Why do you want me to put these on?" he asked. "You want to be the housewife, so you should wear the right clothes." She looked at his crotch critically then told him to tuck himself and put on a panty girdle which he found uncomfortably tight. "Don't tell me you don't want it, it was your idea to be the housewife." "What are you talking about? I don't want to be a housewife." She fitted a bra round his chest and stuffed it with four pairs of socks, she was actually more prepared than that but she didn't want to let him know that this was all pre-arranged. "Oh yes you do, I heard you say so and if you're going to be the wife in the household you need to be properly dressed." She ignored his protests and carried on dressing him. After pulling pantyhose up his legs, at which he gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure, she pulled a sheer white blouse up his arms and fastened it with tiny buttons up the back, realising that he wouldn't be able to undo them without assistance. Then a short black pencil skirt and a pair of black pumps with four inch heels nearly completed his outfit. "Sit at my vanity unit Penelope and I'll show you how to do your make up." "Who's Penelope?" He was showing irritation in his voice. "Why, you are Penelope, I can't have a wife called Philip, can I?" "My name's Philip and it's staying that way." "Your name's Penelope for the foreseeable future, so get used to the idea." Penelope could tell from the tone of Jodie's voice that he had lost the argument and she spent the next hour with him using the various cosmetics then removing them and redoing them until he quickly became proficient. She brushed his long hair into a feminine looking style, tied a gauzy little apron round his waist and declared him a housewife. Without further discussion she led him, tottering on the unaccustomed heels, back to the kitchen where she set him to start clearing up again and getting the evening meal underway. While he was doing that, Jodie made a discrete phone call to her Mother who arrived fifteen minutes later and while she waited she made another couple of calls. "Why Penelope, don't you make a good looking woman?" Penelope jumped at the sudden voice of his Mother-in-law. "You're obviously undergoing a change in lifestyle." Ever since he started to work for her, Penelope had been in awe of Susan Jenkins, so it was no surprise to the women when he answered, cringing with humiliation. "Um, er, sort of I suppose." He couldn't bring himself to explain that he was just doing as he was told and he knew his face was crimson. "Wonderful Penelope," his boss replied, "come in after lunch tomorrow instead of the normal time and I will tell your co-workers about you in the morning and warn them to be understanding. I won't stand for any sexual discrimination from them so no one will be unkind to you, or I will take action against them. "Now then, thanks to this good news I can get the Equal Opportunities Board off my back, I can't thank you enough." "I'm sorry Mrs Jenkins, but I wasn't planning to go to work in these clothes," he nervously told her. Somehow he had to put his foot down, he couldn't possibly be seen by anyone else dressed like that. "Nonsense Penelope, you look so pretty and if Jodie were to get you some nice business suits, you would make a fine looking addition to our commercial software department." With that she turned and walked out of the kitchen. Penelope was left without a choice, he was going to have to dress that way for work. Whatever argument he could come up with, he knew he'd lost before he'd begun. "Mummy's staying for dinner Penny, don't do any extra potatoes or sauce, you shouldn't have any, you're on a diet." Jodie had just bobbed her head into the kitchen and gone again before he could say anything. He pulled an extra steak out of the 'fridge and decided against arguing with his wife while her Mother was there. He would have to put his foot down later that evening, he knew it would be a difficult fight with his wife but against the two of them, impossible. As they finished eating there was a knock on the door. "Go and answer that Penelope," his Mother-in-law told him, "it's a delivery I've arranged." With greater embarrassment than ever he let the woman standing there into the house and when she asked for Ms Jenkins, showed her into the living room, asking her to wait a moment. Doing as he was told, he followed behind his wife and her Mother back into the presence of this newcomer. Jodie had him stand in front of them all and undid his blouse, pulling that and the bra off his shoulders so that he stood there bare chested. "Can you fit them to Penelope please Mrs Jacobs?" Then explained to him who she was. "Penelope, this is Mrs Jacobs, she works in my chemist shop and has kindly agreed to fit you with a couple of things that might otherwise be embarrassing for you to have done in the shop. I think you ought to thank her, don't you?" What the woman was doing was attaching some extremely realistic breast forms to his chest with glue, thanking her was the very last thing on his mind. "Thank you for doing this Mrs Jacobs," was all he could dare to say. Jodie replaced his clothes and was silently disconcerted as the breasts wobbled slightly as he moved to show the woman out and returned to the sitting room. "Now I have a proposition to put to the two of you." Mrs Jenkins was in managerial mode now, he recognised her business like attitude come to the fore. "I think that if Penelope is going to take on some more of the household duties, it's going to be too much to do as well as working full time. "What I want you both to consider is a job share. If you each work part time it will give you the opportunity to work in the house under less pressure. Of course to start with Jodie, it would be best for you to work full time, to get up to speed. What do you think?" Before he could say a word, his wife spoke up. "Mummy, I think that's a wonderful idea, don't you darling?" "Well I..." He started to say something but before he could get it out he was interrupted. "Good, that's agreed then, we'll make the announcement tomorrow lunchtime, I will call a meeting, including the shop managers. It will take a while tomorrow to get Penny kitted out, so we'll make it at, say two p.m., then everyone would have had their lunches and can get straight on with work," Jodie told her Mother. "That's perfect darlings," Mrs Jenkins agreed, getting up to leave. "I'll ring Jane Kilbride at 'Fashion Fantasy' store and tell her to just log your purchases for my account. 'Bye darlings." And with that she was gone. "How could you make me do this Jodie?" Penny wailed. "I'll be so humiliated." "Oh don't be so silly, these days people change sex all the time and you're only going to change what you wear, what's so humiliating about that? Anyway, it was you who said that you wanted to be my wife and you've got to be properly dressed for it, so you've only yourself to blame." "I've never been dressed like this before to do a bit of housework and I never wanted to be," Penelope complained to no avail. Jodie would stand no further discussion and the subject was closed until the following morning. Then it was made clear to Penelope that the name was his future for as far ahead as his wife could see. She insisted that he dressed in the same clothes as the evening before, except for clean panties and she drove them first thing to the store their family business owned, 'Fashion Fantasy'. They spent the morning fitting him with clothes for every occasion, from the skin out in a private room at the back of the shop. Unfortunately, once he was trying on some of the intimates they were buying, he started to get an erection, he just couldn't help it. "We're going to have to do something about that," the manager, Jane, told him when to his utter shame she noticed him tenting the dress. She presented him with what appeared to be a pair of latex panties, but they were made with a tube inside where his penis was meant to fit and it had holes of appropriate size to allow him to do his business without removing the panty. It was flesh coloured and had a moulding like a vertical slit in the front, giving the impression of a camel toe when it had an ordinary pair of panties on top. They were so tight that they pushed his testicles up into his body, a mildly uncomfortable thing physically but horrible mentally. He was given three of these garments so that he always had a pair clean. By the time he left the shop, he had ordered a wardrobe any woman would be proud of. He was ready for the office with a smart pastel blue skirt suit, the skirt a fashionable two inches above a pair of surprisingly good looking knees. The rest of the clothes Jodie arranged to be delivered and placed in his wardrobe. After that they called at Jodie's hairdresser where Penny was given a permanent wave, a make over of his cosmetics and nail extensions fitted, lacquered with a bright red polish that matched his toenails and lipstick. He walked out of there looking every inch someone who had been a woman all his life, knowing that he would look that way for at least a week. That was how long the make up was guaranteed to last with only minor touch ups. Jodie was amazed how his butt swayed as he walked, the way he touched his hair to make sure it was staying in place and his arms stayed naturally horizontally with his wrists limp. He was so feminine in his appearance she suddenly had the thought that perhaps she had awakened a monster that she wouldn't be able to control. Penny, on the other hand, was mortified. The mild sexual stimulation he got from the feeling of these unfamiliar clothes, was far outweighed by the abject humiliation of wearing them. He no longer felt like a man, in fact he didn't even feel human. He was just a thing that people used for their amusement without the necessity of considering his feelings. He decided that the only way he could survive was to play-act the part of a woman in order not to draw attention to himself. Jodie took them to a restaurant for a light lunch in that Penny threw up in the toilet before they set off for the office. By the time they arrived the staff all knew about Penny and were told that there were going to be some changes in management, so it was not such a shock to see him in his skirt suit. What was a surprise was how feminine he looked and behaved. Jodie called the staff together and explained that she would be job sharing with Penny, but that for the immediate future she would be working full time to familiarise herself with current work in hand. Penny was only too happy to shut himself in his old office where he was able to track remotely the progress of the various programming jobs they were handling and it occurred to him that he could just as well do that from his computer at home. By the end of the day he had already helped two of the staff out with tricky problems and spotted something else that may have caused difficulties later. When he went to the staff room to get himself a drink mid way through the afternoon, he was aware of several of the men sniggering as he minced by, but otherwise it didn't go as badly as he thought it might. Jodie had various queries for him during the afternoon, but otherwise she had quickly fallen into her new role. She was confident enough to tell him that for the next couple of weeks he need come in just for a couple of hours each morning to check other's work, then go home to get on with the housework. That first evening they ate out on the way home. At bedtime Penny was shocked to discover the contents of his closet. None of his male clothes remained in there or any of his drawers. They had all been replaced by their purchases of the morning. "What happens when I need to dress in my own clothes?" he asked Jodie. "Well you just put them on of course," she told him. "Those are all your own clothes now but if you're talking about those things you used to wear, they've all gone to the charity shop." She handed him a baby doll nightdress with matching panties to put on and for some time they made love as if they were lesbians. Jodie enjoyed it and made it clear when she noisily climaxed, twice, as Penny used his tongue on her clitoris. Only after that did she bring him off by hand with his penis still inside his panties. "I want you to feel what it's like to have cummy panties, Penny. A woman has to put up with all sorts of uncomfortable things my love." It was some time before he was able to drop off to sleep. The following day was Friday, normally the last day of his working week and the one he started the new regime completely. He worked from nine to eleven thirty, then went home in time to make a lunch for Jodie and her Mother at one. "Would you mind eating your meal in the kitchen Penny?" Jodie's mother Susan asked him. "There are some very private things I wish to discuss with my daughter." Penny was a little upset but didn't let it show, serving both the women then retiring to the kitchen until he judged that they were finished. He knocked on the closed dining room door but entered without waiting, assuming his knocking would have given them the chance to stop talking about anything sensitive before he entered. His Mother-in-law glared at him but said nothing as he cleared the table. Just before Jodie headed back to work she found him in the kitchen. "Penelope," she used his full new name and looked cross, "three things, firstly you must change when you get back from the office, I've put something suitable on our bed. Secondly, if Mother and I wish to talk in private it could be Mother's medical condition for example, you must remain outside the door until you are invited in, not just knock and waltz in like you did. Lastly, you must wear an apron when you are working at home, you have several in one of your bedroom drawers but this time I've put one with your other clothes ready. Is that all understood?" "Yes Jodie." He looked downcast but happier now that he knew they were discussing something that would be embarrassing to both his Mother-in- law and him if it was brought up while they were all together. His happiness was short lived once he saw the clothes he was to change into. It was a black dress in a shiny material he guessed was satin, but with small cap sleeves decorated with white lace, a low cut top and short skirt with sewn in petticoats. It was teamed with a very fancy white pinafore in the same material, black seamed stockings and black strapped sandals with four inch heels. The underclothes were a black fancy basque and white rumba panties with frills covering the rear. With a sigh he changed into the clothes he felt more suitable for a maid, not even a housewife, and got on with the chores he was determined to complete before Jodie got home from work. When he got to the kitchen a full length pinafore was laid across the island work surface with a note in Jodie's handwriting. It instructed him to wear the larger protective garment over his other things when doing dirty jobs or cooking, to keep the other things fresh looking for when he served the meals. He'd not long changed when there was a knock on their door. He remembered that he'd ordered a provisions delivery earlier in the week, thinking that Jodie would be home to take it in. Nervously he opened the door to a cheery van driver who insisted in carrying everything through to the kitchen for him. "You new here darlin'?" he asked. When he acknowledged he was and told the man his name, Gerry as he had introduced himself then suggested that in future he would drive to the rear of the house and unload straight into the kitchen, to which he agreed. "Next time I'm 'ere luv, I'll make time for a cup of tea, alright?" Penny reluctantly agreed. His wife phoned him during the afternoon to say that she would probably be working a little bit late and to have his meal before she got home as she knew he liked to eat at regular times. It was true that he liked his evening meal by about six, but that she often commented that she preferred hers nearer to eight thirty or even later. To accommodate them both he prepared a cold starter then steak, jackets, a medley of fresh vegetables and a pepper sauce for the main course followed by a chilled desert. He wasn't that hungry just picking at some steak and salad himself, then prepared everything else ready for the go later when she wanted it. Once ensconced in their dining room, Jodie used a large percentage of the table to lay out spreadsheets of accounts for the various outlets she now controlled, together with a list of all staff with their responsibilities in diagram form on A.3 sized sheets of paper. On all the chairs, bar the one she was sat on, were filing boxes and loose pieces of paper. She pushed things away sufficiently to give a space for her plates as Penny served them. He went to return to the kitchen, as there was nowhere to sit, but Jodie asked him questions about the staff, many of whom he didn't even recognise by their names. Those he did know, she asked him about their character, or what relationships they had with other workers, things that had never occurred to him to investigate as he didn't feel it was his business. When he pointed that out, she simply asked him how he knew that his staff were working to their full potential if he didn't know anything about them. By the end of her main course, he realised that he hadn't been doing a good job as Head of Division and that Jodie had obviously inherited some of her Mother's management acumen. If only either his wife or Mother-in-law had pointed this out to him before now he might have been able to do something about it. The trouble was that while mathematical problems and business systems were something he could understand, the intricacies of other people's mind or emotions were something he didn't feel he had any need or even right to think about. By the time Jodie had finished eating he realised that he had just been standing beside her and the major contribution he had made to the evening, apart from cooking and serving the meal, was to top up both her water and wine glasses as she needed it. She turned and looked up at him. "Do you know, my sweet little wife, this is the most wonderful dinner I've had for ages?" she continued, not waiting for him to answer. "I have both the advantage of your wonderful cooking and at the same time have had service I would expect from a five star restaurant. You are truly a wonderful person." This contrasted so starkly with here unspoken criticism of his performance as a senior manager he almost jumped. For a moment he preened himself on the praise he received, then realised that she was telling him that his niche in life was where he was, not as a high powered businessman. His wife took his hand. "Penny, will you promise to serve me meals like this every night we eat at home? It has been absolutely perfect this evening." Quicker than she gave him credit for, he realised what she was asking. "I'll do my best to please you, Jodie," he looked into her eyes, "because I love you I'd do anything to make you happy." He hoped that she would get the message that he was only doing this to please her, not from some strange desire to do it for himself. He was well rewarded for this answer that night in bed. Jodie had him remove his latex panty and lie on his back. Then, after a very short period of foreplay, she mounted him. He might have been a little short of stature for a man, but there was one department where he was well up to size and she took full advantage of it. As they climaxed together they both cried so loudly that they were glad the relative isolation of their detached house spared their blushes in front of the neighbours. When they woke the next morning, Jodie told him to get a fresh dress from a spare bedroom closet as being Saturday, he didn't have to wear a work suit and he went to put it on while she showered. When he saw the contents of the closet he nearly passed out. There was a whole row of exactly the same design dresses as the black one from the previous afternoon, except they were a whole range of black and pastel colours and adjacent to each was hanging a matching Basque and an open drawer revealed more of the white panties and an assortment of stockings in colours to match each dress. On the floor were pairs of shoes, each with at least four inch heels, again matching each dress hanging above them. Her counted, thirteen dresses and all the trimmings for each one. One more black one, then two of each pink, lemon, violet, green, pink and blue. He shrugged his shoulders, sighed to himself and put on the nearest, pastel blue ensemble. He slipped on another full length apron and started cooking breakfast, something they had every weekend rather than just toast or similar. When Jodie arrived downstairs he looked sadly at her as he saw she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with a pair of flat heeled loafers. "How come you can go casual today but I have to wear these restricting costumes?" He didn't want her to miss the fact that he knew these were not the clothes of a normal woman, even if he had been one. "I want you to be dressed for the part Penny, feel feminine and with looks to match," she told him. "Besides, you look absolutely delicious, it takes all my willpower not to drag you back up to bed." She sat down at the counter top and they ate breakfast together as they normally had done in the past but she asked him if he would bring her breakfast in bed the next morning. "Wear your pink uniform Sunday mornings dear," she added to his dismay. He spent the morning making a start on a job that he had seen was required for some time, cleaning their best cutlery and silver dipping it, then got lunch for one o'clock. It was only a light salad as they had their main meal in the evenings and they'd already breakfasted well. As well as preparing dinner, he also spent some time making some fussy canap?s for stock in both freezer and fridge, he had always believed in having a few nibbles up his sleeve for the surprise visitor. He was rewarded well at bed time again. The next morning he was up early, he never seemed to enjoy a lay-in as much as when he was a teenager, when eleven o'clock was the crack of dawn at weekends. He put on his pink outfit and ate his own breakfast by eight. He presented Jodie with hers, at nine as required, then got her clothes out ready for her and run her bath, as she asked him. After she bathed she had him help dry her body in their luxurious fluffy towels, something that led him to unrequited desire, then helped her dress, brushing her hair until she was ready to go downstairs to read the Sunday papers, always a mammoth undertaking, with the many supplements included. After he had done a few jobs in the kitchen he settled down in the dining room to clean the rest of their family silver. At lunchtime she told him that her Mother was going to come to dinner. "Would you do me a fantastic favour?" she asked with pleading eyes and a big grin. "Would you serve dinner to us they way you did with me on Friday? I'd love to show you off to her, she wouldn't believe me when I told her how brilliant you are." He was so shocked he didn't know how to respond. "I know I got you into skirts in a fit of temper," she said, "but since then you've been a real sport, I love you so much." He melted. In that moment he decided to just do as he was told and see where it led, not believing that his wife would do anything to hurt him and he could put up with a bit of banter, even if it was humiliating. Being a weedy nerd at school had trained him not to fight against the inevitable, it only caused more problems in the long term, but he couldn't resist a sarcastic reply. "I suppose you want me to curtsy?" "Oh would you?" Jodie clapped her hands. "I'll show you how." He couldn't believe that he'd let himself into that one. He was still fuming at his own stupidity as he got the evening meal prep started when Jodie came into the kitchen. "Darling, I'm awfully sorry, I told my Mother that you were going to serve the meal to show her how well you could do it, now she's just phoned back to ask if she could bring two potential customers with her. They have an appointment with her tomorrow, but they're from up north and they've had to travel the length of the country so are staying in a hotel tonight, she asked if you could work your magic with a really nice meal for them?" If he'd been asked this morning if he would act as maid servant for a business dinner that evening it would have presented no dilemma. He would have said no way. However the drip drip of getting in deeper at every move, made each small increment difficult to refuse. An extra two for dinner in itself presented no problem to him in itself, how could he make an excuse? He'd agreed to serving already, he reluctantly nodded his head, yes. Glad that he'd already spruced up their silver, he quickly planned out a four course meal. He was thankful for the order he'd placed for the delivery Friday, his coolroom pantry, fridge and freezer were all well stocked. He decided on twice baked cheese souffl?s as starter, gravlax salmon salad with a cooling rata to take off the richness as the fish course, and a slow, honey roasted goose for the main course with accompanying vegetables for the main. For desert he did a chocolate mouse with a raspberry coulis, simple but the presentation he'd worked on was interesting.. He cut out a strips of flexible acetate plastic sheet, about two or three inches high and about eight to ten inches long, coated them one by one with a layer of melted chocolate not quite to each end, bent each into a teardrop shape and fixed it with a paper clip. He stood it on edge on each guest's plate that was out of the freezer, so the bottom of the chocolate hardened and stuck to the plate in shape. Then the whole thing was cooled again so that all the chocolate hardened, then removed the acetate sheet. On each plate he was left with a chocolate teardrop shape into which he poured the mouse, drizzled some coulis round it and decorated it with a piece of spun sugar. He loved fiddling around with this sort of presentation and knew his sugar would work so long as he resisted the temptation to stir the sugar and water while it was heating or it would go crystalline, so he just agitated the saucepan. He knew the effort would be appreciated by anyone that enjoyed their food. He had just finished setting out plates of nibbles when he heard his Mother-in-law's car arrive. He hurried to open the front door just before they reached it. To her amusement he curtseyed, ushered them in then escorted them to the main living room, where he busied himself opening a bottle of Champagne and poring four glasses while Susan introduced them to her daughter. He wasn't pleased to note that both men appeared to have a muscular frame to go with their over six feet height. "Jodie, this is Bill Turner and his son Tony, this is my daughter Jodie, gentlemen." She looked round just in time to see Penny start to hand out the drinks on a small silver tray. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me Mrs Black," Penny told his wife, just loud enough for the men to hear her title 'Missus'. "Work on serving the first course in thirty minutes Penelope," Jodie told him. "Yes Madam." Penny curtseyed and left them to it. He had the fish course already plated up, and he soon had the majority of the main course ready in the warming cabinet. There was a little bit of work to do with the garnish for the starter before he got that in the oven for its second bake. Just occasionally the distant sound of laughter reached him from the living room. With three minutes to go to the half hour suggested, he returned to the company to announce to his wife that everything was ready. Everyone had just sat down round the dining table when he placed the starter in front of them. He went round filling water and wine glasses, then was able just to stand invisibly to the side of the room, ready to top up those that needed it. The talk was about the trials and tribulations of the men's journey by train for the visit, they didn't think that the drive was worthwhile, especially as they were able to work on figures while they travelled. Penny's ears pricked up when the older man asked about Jodie's husband. "Oh he's gone away," Susan answered for her before she had a chance "I've no idea if he'll be coming back." "Don't say that Mother," Jodie complained. "We're all better off as we are now and you know it dear," she replied. "I take it you didn't take to your son-in-law Susan," the older man commented. "My daughter deserves a real man, he was a little runt." She took the last mouthful of souffl?. "You're far better off just you and Penelope here." It was as much as Penny could do to remain silent and he could feel his face burning like an electric fire. He was shaking as he picked up the empty plates and took them to the kitchen. As he returned with the fish, he seriously considered if he had the nerve to say who he was, the trouble was that he didn't, have the nerve that is. It was after they had eaten that, the compliments about the food started. Of course the were directed at Jodie, not him and she did nothing to disillusion the guests about who had done everything for the meal. It was as he was placing the goose in front of the younger man, Tony, that he jumped as he felt a hand slide up between his thighs. It took some manoeuvring to ensure that he staid out of his reach as far as was possible for the rest of the night. By the time the desert was gone, everyone declared themselves too full to indulge in a cheese course and they just settled with Cognacs back in the sitting room. Penny had some petit fours prepared and took a couple of small plates of them in to place them within reach. He wasn't surprised to see that Tony, the younger man, had sat himself next to Jodie on one couch while the Father, Bill sat himself next to Susan. "Do you require coffees Mrs Black?" he asked, again with emphasis on her title. "No thank you Penelope, you may retire when you've finished clearing up." Jodie looked up at him and smiled. "You've done exceptionally well tonight, I will find a way to reward you." As it turned out Jodie was in bed and asleep by the time he had straightened everything out, clearing up the mess and salvaging anything left and not served, for possible later use. There was a note on his pillow that read: Dear Penny Thanks for everything tonight, I know it wasn't easy, especially with my Mother. I don't think it's a good idea for you to go to the office tomorrow, in case the Turners recognise you. Stay at home and have a rest. Can you do me breakfast in bed at eight? - Wear your lemon yellow dress. The Turners have booked a concert tomorrow evening so I'll be out for dinner. See you in the morning I love you J xxx He was so tired he was afraid he would over sleep, so he took his nightdress and alarm clock to the spare bedroom to avoid waking Jodie earlier than necessary. As it happened he was woken by a nightmare, he was dreaming that they had decided to start a family and he was carrying the baby! It was only six, but he got up, saw to his ablutions, noticing that the make up on his face seemed even brighter than when it was first put on. He wore the yellow outfit, as ordered, and made himself coffee. While that was brewing he made up the mixture for croissants and had one himself with some apricot jam while he sat and thought. Last night hadn't been the first time that Mother and daughter entertained clients and wouldn't be the last. He trusted Jodie, it was her Mother that got on his nerves. He couldn't work out why, when her daughter was clearly happy, did she have to be so nasty. At eight exactly Jodie was wakened by a gentle kiss on the cheek and the smell of fresh coffee and croissants. With the possible exception of a bacon sandwich, it was surely the best smell in the world that was only a by-product of something. While she ate, Penny got her clothes ready and ran her bath. He scrubbed her back then helped dry and dress her, again brushing her hair while she put on her make up. "I think I'll get the same make up as you Penny, it still looks good don't you think?" "Well," he thought for a moment, "it would certainly look good on you but on me I hate it." It was the most forceful way he'd explained to Jodie how he really felt. "Don't be like that Penelope." She looked serious. "It's the way it's going to be and if I hear you complain about it again I'll lace you in a boned corset and six inch heels. That will really give you something to complain about." "Why?" Was all he said. "You'll find out why Missus." They didn't speak another word before she left for work. That morning went slowly. He busied himself doing the routine cleaning and had just started to work on replacing the canap?s and petit fours that he'd used up when there was a knock on the door. When he answered it there were two men who he didn't recognise standing there. "Penelope Black?" one asked him and he concurred. "We've got a message here from your Mother-in-law." He stepped forward holding something in his hand. Penny stooped slightly to see what it was when the hand came up and smothered his nose and mouth with the white cloth. The next thing he knew, Jodie was looking down on him and smiling. "Are you awake now Penny?" "What happened?" He felt thirsty, sick and had a headache. He could only squeak a reply, he was so dry. "Drink this." She held a cup with a straw which she placed in his mouth, he sucked up iced water greedily. He was aware of aching all over his body but especially his chest and behind. "I'm sorry darling, I'm afraid my Mother got carried away." She saw his worried expression, near panic in fact. "No, don't worry, nothing that's been done is permanent." His mind started leaping back to what was obviously his abduction. "I'm afraid the stupid woman was going to give you a sex change operation. Don't worry, I told her that I would never speak to her again if she did, so the whole thing was toned down. "I'm afraid that you now have breasts. They can be removed with only a little bit of bother, they're just implants, no hormones. The same applies to your buttocks, they've been plumped up to give you a sexy derriere. Your vocal cords have something attached to raise your voice by nearly two octaves, so you'll sound female, again I'm told it can be removed but not for about six months, they have to be healed from this operation before another can be done. "I made her promise not to do anything about your man bits so they're still intact. The only thing is that I promised her that you would wear sexier clothes as a price for keeping you in one piece. "Now before you say we can ignore that, she already had all the legal permissions signed by you and a string of witnesses prepared to swear that it was what you wanted. "It's something that anyone can arrange if they have enough money so not only could you be kidnapped again and lose your crown jewels, I've given my word." "Why did she want to do this?" he croaked. "I made the mistake of telling her about you hating your make up and what I told you I would do if you complained again. I wouldn't have done it, by the way, it was just something I blurted out as a knee jerk response. Anyway, for at least a while, your breasts are going to need support, I'm afraid they're rather large." He lifted his head to look down at his chest and was overwhelmed by the huge lumps that prevented seeing any further. He looked round and saw that he was in one of their spare rooms, where he had slept on Sunday night. "Don't you have to go out tonight?" he asked. "No darling, the concert was Monday night, today is Friday, you've been out all that time." She left him to sleep again and with the help of a little medication in his water he didn't wake up until the following morning. He was struggling to get out of bed, trying to cope with a radical shift in his centre of gravity with the drag on his chest, when Jodie came in the next morning. "Take it slowly Penny, here slip your feet into these." She held a pair of mules with a fluffy decoration on each. He noticed that they were high heeled, but it wasn't until he stood up that he discovered that they were six inches high. He took one foot out and placed it on the floor but immediately nearly collapsed with the pain at the back of his ankle. "I'm sorry Penny, one other thing that was done was your Achilles tendon was frozen by an injection of a chemical, so you will be much more comfortable in a higher heeled shoe." She looked at him and smiled. "Apparently it will wear off, but it will be a while." She didn't tell him that by the time the effects of the jab wore off, the tendon would have become normalised with his foot pointing down and it would take a very long time with painful physiotherapy to restore normality. He was just about able to stand the discomfort of his huge unsupported breasts long enough to sit on the toilet, then staggered back to let Jodie help him get dressed. She started by showing him how to wrap his new corset round his body and do up the clips down the front. Then she showed him a hook that was mounted to one side of the door. He had to get the technique of hooking the laces onto it and then leaning forward, using his own weight to tighten them and at the same time settling his breasts into the cups to support them. He had to admit that they were far more comfortable being well supported. Before tightening fully, he had to roll his stockings up his legs, attach them, then put his shoes on, because once the corset was really tight he would find it difficult to bend. He reviewed the contents of his wardrobe, finding three changes, basques were replaced by boned corsets, shoes by ones with the higher, six inch heels. The dresses were made smaller, taken in at the waist, lowered at the top and with shortened skirts. Altogether verging on the obscene. "What about my job?" he asked, his voice was already not as sore but he hardly recognised it as his. "I've got a couple of people lined up to cover your work so you won't need to worry about it. You can just concentrate on getting better." She didn't add that his work was rather substantially changed to that of housewife, or dare she even think it, a maid. "I've had all your work and casual clothes that we bought last week altered so you don't have to wear a uniform all the time, but I rather think that as far as the outside world is concerned, you are my maid." She took his hand and stroked it reassuringly. "Of course it won't make any difference to us at home, you'll still be my husband, but I'm sure you won't want to be identified as the old you. It could be very embarrassing for you." He thought on the problems that his bitch of a Mother-in-law had caused. At least he didn't have a family of his own to worry about, his parents had died at comparatively young ages and his sister lived on the other side of the country and they only had contact by cards at birthdays and Christmas. He didn't mind the change of job, he'd always loved cooking and cleaning, to him, was a satisfying occupation, what worried him more was his relationship with his wife before he could get these things reversed. As she escorted him downstairs his mind was already on the practical aspects of marriage. If they were invited to social events Jodie could hardly turn up on the arm of her maid. He wouldn't be able to host their friends, not that there were many, but Jodie loved socialising and he couldn't see how he could join her. One thing overshadowed everything else though. Would his wife still love a half man, half woman? Even if it was only for a short length of time he knew that their interactions would bound to be changed and it wasn't long before it was confirmed. "We have to give some serious thought about how we are going to act over the next few months Penny." She sat down with him as soon as they got to the kitchen. "First of all we need to get one thing straight in our minds. Do you want to be recognised as Philip Black in dresses?" He thought for quite a long time about that because his answer would determine how they were going to act for the duration. It was one thing to work in a skirt, where he had the backing of the boss, apart from workplace sexual harassment legislation, quite another with friends and the general public. In spite of Jodie's threats, he knew that it wouldn't have been that difficult to attend the odd function as a man. "No, it would be too embarrassing for you, not just me." His mind had gone through any possible excuse that wouldn't make him look silly. There weren't any. "I agree." She looked into his face. "Now what I'm going to suggest won't be easy for either of us, but especially you. If we are to establish that you aren't Philip we need to make you real in your perceived presentation." She was so busy tiptoeing round the fact that he looked like a maid that at first he had difficulty understanding her. "You mean that if I look like a maid then I should be a maid to the outside world and that's all people should see?" "Exactly. The problem is that we are going to have to act as if you are a maid all the time, otherwise we would be bound to slip up in front of people." "Couldn't I be your long lost cousin or something?" He tried to fight a rear guard action to stop what he could see was becoming inevitable. "You forget, I've lived in this town all my life and the family has for generations, so I could have no secret relations or even friends, everyone would know. "No, I'm afraid we don't have a choice but don't forget, this isn't for ever. It will be six months at the very most before you can return from your trip abroad as my husband. In the meantime we will maintain the story of you being Penelope, my maid. You already have your uniforms in the spare room, we'll move the rest of your clothes in there. "Of course I will want you with me quite often when we first go to bed, but I think it best that the rest of the time we stay in character plus, as you pointed out, you can set your alarm without disturbing me so early if you actually sleep in there. I said that it won't be easy but we'll just have to treat it as a game. You must always think of me as you're employer, don't forget that if a maid loses her job, her home goes as well. That's the main reason they are so respectful of their so called 'Betters', so you've got to be the same and don't forget to be even more so with my Mother. There's no telling what she'd do if she was given half an excuse." She gave him a long lingering kiss on the mouth, playing her tongue round his then pulled away abruptly. "That's not a good start for me, I'm forgetting my place before we've even had breakfast. Penny, get my breakfast and serve me in the dining room as soon as possible. Come on, move girl!" She laughed at that, he tried desperately to raise a smile. He defrosted a raw croissant and cooked it while making fresh coffees, he then took those and a glass of orange into the dining room, the door being open he walked straight in but did curtsey, then laid her breakfast before his wife. He stood to one side of her, ready to do anything she wanted, already finding that the heels were not the level of discomfort he had expected, he assumed that his feet were at the new 'natural' angle the treatment had been intended for. He had made a fundamental decision. If Jodie wanted a maid then that was what he was going to be, after all, he told himself, it was only for six months. He could take it and then, when it was all over, he'd find a way to have his own back on his Mother-in-law. His wife was delighted that he'd accepted the situation. She loved having a maid and being boss at home as well as work suited her personality in a way her previous relationship with Philip hadn't. She loved the physical aspects of marriage and Philip certainly wasn't lacking there, so having that and a maid rolled into one made her wet just thinking about it. Already she was trying to think of a way to extend his period of servitude, but without being cruel to him. The weekend came and went without any major problems. Jodie had considered inviting her Mother for a meal on Sunday but decided to delay for a while to allow Penny to settle into his new role. He didn't slip up once, although he did mention that his period of incapacity had left him feeling much more tired than usual. It signalled separate beds each night, but by Monday evening their desires were finally met. For practical reasons Jodie lay on top of Penny, his huge and unaccustomed breasts made it difficult for him to take the leading role. Both before and after penetration, she guided his head down between her legs where he serviced her with his very skilful tongue. He wasn't keen on the taste of himself in her, but he'd done it many times before so there was no great issue now. During the day he'd done a significant amount of housework, but he'd also done something for his own benefit. He hacked into the e-mail accounts of both the women in his life as well as using his normal access to work computers. That way he was able to keep an eye on things both professionally and privately. The first discovery he made was that both Jodie and her Mother had secondary e-mail addresses. There was nothing of note in his wife's, but in the other were all the arrangements for his operations, including the discussion and eventual settlement with Jodie that they were to be reversible. Earlier ones also showed her arranging for the so called witnesses to his desire for the gender reassignment operation. He realised that he had an urgent need of legal help but couldn't approach the firm that he had used up to now, they were too close to his Mother-in-law's businesses. A friend of his from his childhood, a little older than him, James West, had become a lawyer and was on track to becoming one of the youngest barristers ever. He knew that James had no connections with the Jenkins family so telephoned him and explained as briefly as was possible, all that had happened to him. "How quickly do you want a divorce?" was the immediate response. "No, I still love my wife but I don't trust her Mother." He told his friend. "What I need is someone on the outside who knows the situation and can back me up if it becomes necessary." To that end he sent James copies of all the e-mails he had discovered, telling him to guard them with his life. He had a brief look at progress relating to work and was annoyed to note that three customers were about to receive updates to their systems that were definitely going to give them problems. However, he decided to say nothing, first of all because he was just a simple maid, so wasn't required, but more importantly he didn't want Jodie to realise that he was still using his computer skills. It might draw attention to the other things he was watching. It was the following weekend that the inevitable happened. Susan Jenkins invited herself to Dinner on the Saturday night. Throughout he acted as the perfect maid. He curtseyed to her, called her Madam (also calling Jodie Mistress) and he could sense her frustration at not being able to criticize him which pleased him not a little. "How do you like your improvements girl?" she asked. "It is not for me to like or dislike Madam, I just accept." "I see you are managing in your nice new heels." She wanted to score. "Yes Madam, I believe that the treatment of my tendons made it comfortable for me to wear them, thank you Madam." Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jodie trying not to laugh and he had to look away otherwise he would have joined in as well. The woman ignored him the rest of the evening. Two days later, on the Monday there was a knock on the door. He answered without any misgivings now, Gerry the provisions delivery man had seen him twice now as well as another man delivering something for Jodie, and he knew that they would take some convincing that he was a man, rather than fear they would realise he was. This was the postman with a large recorded delivery envelope addressed to him as Philip. He signed for it then returned to the kitchen where he was about to have a mid-morning coffee. What was inside shocked him. There were a number of photographs showing Jodie and her Mother arriving at an hotel in her car, presumably so that they could be traced using the number plate. It showed them dining with Bill and Tony Turner and from the dates on the prints Penny realised was the day they had been to the concert and he had been kidnapped. The last two pictures were grainy but clearly showed two separate bedrooms, each of the men's presumably, with them making love to the two women in the earlier pictures. All four were naked. Penny let his coffee get cold. There was a covering letter from a form of solicitors up North, explaining that they were acting on behalf of each of the men's wives who were now suing for divorce. They hoped that the enclosed evidence of adultery didn't distress him too much, but they felt it was their duty to pass the photos on. They were aware that Mrs Jenkins was a widow but had made enquires and found the marital status of Jodie. Penny was sobbing as he scanned all the documents and sent copies off to his friend James. He sent a covering note just saying that these had only just arrived with him and he would talk to him in a couple of hours. He had to have time to think about what he was going to do. He gathered up all the documents, placed them back in the envelope, then hid it among some old operating manuals for hardware he had used in the past. Then he got on with cooking Jodie's dinner for that night. He had only just started when she telephoned to say there would be an extra person to dine with her, he assumed it would be her Mother. As soon as he greeted Jodie at the door that evening, with his usual curtsey, she realised something was wrong. His eyes were red as if he had been crying. "What's the matter Penny?" she asked as soon as he brought the aperitif to her in their living room. "I need to have a serious talk with you tonight, Mistress." Calling her Mistress was so second nature that he didn't think about it. He didn't get any further when there was a knock on the door which he went to answer. He was shocked to see Tony Turner standing there with a suitcase in his hand. He placed it down in the hallway then Penny took him through to meet with his wife. "Penny, get Mr Turner a gin and tonic will you?" He curtseyed and left them talking quietly to each other while he went to their bar and poured the extra drink. He heard her ask him quietly what the matter was that was so urgent he had to see her tonight. "My wife found out about us in the hotel after the concert." He made no attempt to speak quietly as the only other person who could hear was only the maid and she was nobody important. Of course Jodie had an entirely different idea of the importance of the maid. "Can we discuss this in a minute Tony?" Penny could see her attempt to shut him up but it wasn't working. "She had someone follow my Father and me and they reported back to her that we were having an affair." "Shut up will you!" She tried to whisper but her nervousness made it louder than she had intended. "May I speak, Mistress?" Penny asked. "What is it girl?" It was the man that answered impatiently, he wasn't used to the help butting into his conversations. "Go ahead Penny." His wife was more amenable. "There's no need to worry about me hearing your conversation, Mistress, I've seen the photos, they don't require any further explanation." "What the hell are you doing looking at private pictures?" Tony was furious now at the cheek of the maid. Jodie turned white. "I won't make up a separate bed for Mr Turner, Mistress, I will assume he will sleep in your room." Penny curtseyed and left the room for the kitchen. Ice cool in front of the two of them, Penny couldn't stop shaking when he got back to the kitchen where he immediately sent a text to James: 'The man in the photos has turned up here, pls help.' Meanwhile Jodie didn't know what to do. She went to the bar and poured herself a huge gin. "What's that girl's problem?" he asked. "What's it got to do with her if I sleep with you?" "Why does she think you're staying Tony?" "Well I brought in my overnight bag, my Father's gone to stay with your Mother." "Get out of my house!" she actually shouted at him. "How dare you assume that I'll be here for whenever you snap your fingers. That night after the concert I was both drunk and showing the very worst aspect of my character that I still can't understand. I've regretted it ever since, and you're not even that good in bed, not a patch on my darling husband." With both the living room and kitchen doors open Penny could easily hear the words she shouted. He was suddenly confused about his feelings. He now realised that the episode had been a mistake on Jodie's part, but would she have felt the same if he had been better in bed? Suddenly there was more knocking at the front door, this time sounding urgent. Penny went to answer the knocking that was becoming insistent but as he opened it someone pushed against the door from the other side, Penny staggered backwards and as he did he saw Susan, her clandestine lover, Bill Turner, but more importantly the two men who had kidnapped him. Tony had come into the hall with Jodie a little way behind, as the men rushed forward Penny dodged round Tony and pushed himself and Jodie back into the living room and locked the door behind him. As the noise of the men trying to break down the door became almost deafening he grabbed his wife's arm. "Do you really love me?" he asked. "More than anything darling, what can we do?" "My telephone is in the kitchen, the second drawer on the left. They're going to take me away by the looks of things, look in the memory for James, ring him and tell him what's happened. Do you know where they took me before?" "Yes, I think... I think it was my Mother's private clinic." "Tell him that and tell him to get hold of the police." At that moment the door splintered and the remains were forced open by the men. They rushed in and grabbed him, one of them plunging a syringe needle into his arm. "What do you think you're doing Mother?" Jodie yelled. "What I should have done in the first place dear, getting rid of your problem." "If you take him away I'll call the police, I want my husband back and you'll pay for what you've done." "What are you talking about dear, it was you that went to bed with Tony here, he'll make a much better partner for you and once he's divorced, well, who knows." "That charmless idiot hasn't the first idea how to please a woman, he isn't a patch on my Philip, you've pushed me into this whole thing and I've been stupid enough to go along with you. I warn you, even if you shut me up tonight I will make you pay for this if it takes to the end of my days, now get out and leave my husband alone." The men looked at Susan over the dormant body of the maid, waiting for instructions. "What are you waiting for, get that thing to the car," she scowled at Jodie. "One day you'll thank me. He's going to make a nice little girlfriend for a fat potentate who lives on the other side of the world, he loves men who look like women, they can withstand the toys that he uses on them longer, so I'm told. You'll never have to think of him again, you'll get over it." Jodie picked up the bottle of gin that was on the bar and swung it hard at her Mother, it connected with the side of her skull and she fell straight down, like a chimney being demolished. She rushed out to the hallway where the men were carrying Penny out of the door. "Bring him back now or I call the police." They looked at each other then continued on their way. "We've got our instructions lady, take it up with her." They got as far as their car with their inert load, Jodie shouting and trying to punch them just as another car pulled up in front of theirs, blocking their exit from the drive. Two men and woman got out and walked over to the ones trying to load Penny into the car. Before they realised what was happening the first kidnapper was being spun round and handcuffs placed on him. The second man made a run for it straight past the newly arrived woman. She grabbed his arm and using his momentum swung him against their car with a resounding thud that knocked the wind out of him and then also handcuffed him. The newcomer who had placed the first handcuffs had a radio and was now calling someone, while the remaining man introduced himself to Jodie. "Good evening madam, my name is Detective Inspector Marshall, I had a call from someone I know that there was a disturbance here, and as we were in the neighbourhood I thought it might be an idea to call in. Your name is...?" "Oh am I glad to see you. I'm Jodie Black and this is my house, the person dressed as a maid is my husband Philip. They were going to kidnap him on the orders of my Mother. She's inside, I'm afraid I hit her with a bottle to try to rescue him, but they were too strong for me." The distant trumpeting announced the arrival of a marked police car and once the prisoners were handed over to them they went inside. The other man from the first police car picked up Penny as if he was a feather and carried him along, his female colleague was now calling for an ambulance. As Penny was laid on a sofa, Susan started to groan and swear, pulling herself up with blood trickling down the side of her face. For the first time Jodie noticed the father and son, both looking completely bemused by what was going on. "Um, err, I think we ought to be going," Bill Turner announced. "This really hasn't got anything to do with us." "You stay there for a while gentlemen," the policewoman told them, "we will need statements from you at the very least." She pointed at the older man. "Sir, would you come with me please, we'll use another room to get the preliminaries dealt with." She took him off leaving his son looking like a spare part, eventually seating himself as far away from everyone else as possible. In the meantime the room had got more crowded with the arrival of two paramedics, one of whom started to clean up Susan's wound, while the other went to find out what the men had used to knock out Penny. It wasn't long before he returned and gave him a measured dose from a syringe. The detective explained that he knew Philip's solicitor, James West from dealings in the criminal court and always found him a straight dealing person. When he got a phone call from the lawyer, he happened to be quite close by, so instead of calling it in, he decided to find out himself what the problem was. He knew it would be serious as James wouldn't have called him otherwise. Jodie gave the detective a potted history of what had happened, how it started as a game on her part and how Penny had been kidnapped and operated on. She concluded with the episode that evening. As she was finishing a very confused Penny was beginning to come round. A second ambulance arrived so that Penny and Susan could be transported to the hospital separately, Jodie with him, Susan handcuffed and under escort. Just as they were leaving Tony leaned over to speak to Jodie, but so that Penny could hear. "I'm really sorry, Jodie, but I found out later from my Father that your Mother had spiked your drink to make you more, shall I say, receptive to my actions. I wouldn't have done it if I'd known at the time and I was told your husband had left you for good." Jodie became red with rage. "Thank you for telling me, no disrespect, but I couldn't understand why I found you so irresistible that night. Will you please make a statement about that to the police?" She turned to Penny. "I guess I can add conspiracy to rape to be added to the charges my Mother faces." It was generally agreed between himself, Jodie and the medics, that Penny wouldn't stay in hospital to be treated immediately. He needed time to get over the physical and mental trauma of the evening before they would see him again. They also wanted a psychological assessment made on him before anything else. A long list of people ended up in court. The police even traced the would be recipient of Penny after the second series of operations that he was due to have, although he was out of their jurisdiction, his middle man was caught. The defendants included the kidnappers, Susan and her doctor as well as several staff at her clinic. With the Turners' statements they successfully tried Susan on the rape charge as well as kidnapping and assaults on Philip/Penny. They were all imprisoned, some for a very long time. The clinic had to pay additional compensation to Philip as well as all his future treatments. As a settlement, and in view of the lengthy prison term she had to serve making running her businesses impractical, they were all signed over to Jodie and Philip jointly. Once out of prison she would just have a small house and a very ordinary pension to live on, but only on the condition she made no attempt to contact her daughter or son-in- law, ever. How did Penny get on? He had a number of the changes eradicated, but he only had the size of his bust reduced from 'FFF' size, down to a comparatively modest 'C' cup. He was content when his voice returned to just slightly higher than it was and he was pleased to have his Achilles unfrozen. The net result was that he remained androgynous in appearance, able to dress as either male or female. He had found that the first time he got back into men's clothes, before making any decisions, he really missed the dresses. Much to Jodie's delight, he kept Penny as his alter ego, even using his maids' dresses to serve her meals, although she insisted he eat with her. They often went on shopping trips together as girlfriends, something Penny came to love. Philip went back to work of course, Jodie took overall control of the group of companies but Philip just wanted to stick to the work he enjoyed, he acted as the trouble shooter for the software department. The staff were surprised when, on his first day back he was in a man's suit and gave them instructions on changing systems they had already sent out and hadn't caused trouble yet. He pre-empted complaints by changing the things he had already noticed were wrong when he was at home and before the customers even noticed. Philip also reviewed some of the job applications that Susan had turned down because they were from women. He found some excellent staff and the business doubled in the next five years. They employed a cleaner and a housekeeper at home, relieving them both of those jobs, although Penny kept his hand in at weekends. After a time Jodie started to worry about her body clock and before they were thirty they had a boy and a girl. Jodie employed a very good business woman to take overall charge and Philip just worked the hours he had to so their children had a loving family round them for the best start in life. True to instructions they never heard from Jodie's Mother again.