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THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT "Why do you want to go in there?" Darren asked his wife. They had gone out early one Saturday shopping but had gone to mall which, although it wasn't far from where they lived, was one they didn't habitually use. Amber had been married to Darren Wilkes for two years and she had just discovered something about him that had shocked her but she had decided to show him how she felt about it in an unusual way. "I've often seen the outside of this place and I've just learned an old friend of mine owns it. We'll go in and have a look round." On the outside the store called 'Star Quality' it wasn't much different to many women's salons, advertising showing that they did hairdressing and makeovers, but a closer look showed they also did tattooing and even minor cosmetic surgery. All that was in addition to selling clothing but in that respect was another hint of who their customers usually were. The few examples of their stock on display in the window were definitely not what any woman would wear to the vicar's tea party. Racy wasn't really a strong enough description. Darren was shocked as he saw the first shelf as they entered had clear packets, enabling the prospective buyers to chose from a selection of 'novelty pasties', something he'd only ever seen in soft porn photos. He tried to make a joke of them to his wife. "Do you think you could get these to contra-rotate?" He held up a pair with tassels to show her. She showed no response. She usually laughed at his jokes, but he'd noticed that she'd been in a funny mood lately. Amber led the way through the isles up to the counter at the far end where she greeted a large man standing behind it. "Good morning Jack, this is my husband Darren, Darren this is Jack Strong." "Strong by name and in reality, Darren, I'm pleased to meet you." Darren took the offered hand from the six feet four inch man with the body of a weightlifter. He was the diametrically opposite of him, barely five feet five high and looking as if a mild wind would blow him over. Darren's long hair was also a contrast with this man's shaved head. "Come round the back, we'll have a coffee and a chat." Then Jack called to a girl who'd been hanging stock on a rail. "Lyn, keep an eye on the counter, I'm in back." Lyn gave a nod and Jack ushered Amber and her husband through a door to one side of the counter and into a long hallway with several doors off. He opened the second on the right and they sat in a comfortable lounge with a drinks bar on the far wall. Darren was surprised at the apparent size of the building that only seemed to have 'Star Quality' occupying it. Jack went to the counter and in a few minutes handed each of them a coffee. Amber and Jack chatted for a while as they drank, and when they'd finished Darren got up and took Both his and his wife's cup to place them back on the counter. As he put them down he started to feel dizzy and had to regain his seat quickly. The room was starting to spin and he had to concentrate to hear what his wife was saying. "Today your dream is going to come true, Darren." Was she really speaking to him? "Yes I found your stash of dressing up clothes and high heeled shoes and that book up in the attic, did you think that I'd never go up there?" He tried to understand what she was talking about, what stash? "You must have been running around in your girly state whenever I went out, did you think you were too clever to be caught? Well I forgive you and to prove it I'm going to help you, it's going to be for your birthday." Suddenly he had a memory and he knew what she was talking about, and through the fog he managed a few words. "Those things....not mine...in attic... I put...in box." At that point he lost consciousness. "I suppose you're sure those are his things?" Jack asked. "Of course they are, I went through them and some of the things I recognised, they were old computer manuals and programmes that I remember him buying on discs, along with some other old things of his that I'd seen before we moved to the house from that little apartment. Added to that, to be sure after I'd seen them for the first time I left it about ten days and went back to find that everything had been moved around, so he'd obviously been using the things in the box." "You're absolutely certain, I'd hate doing what we're going to and find that it's not something he wanted." "I'm a hundred and ten percent on it. He'd have mentioned it if anyone else had left anything with him, in any case, why would he hide it? No, as I explained to you, I'm determined to give him this as his surprise birthday present." She changed the subject suddenly. "It's not that I don't love him Jack, it's just that I keep thinking back to those days we dated and the wonderful sex we had. Oh, Darren is very good, he even does some things that you won't, but he's so gentle with me and you used to bring out the animal in us and I do miss being roughly taken like that." "Alright, let's get this show on the road. I'll call you on your mobile when it's all done and then I'll pass him on and we can go and see the results in about a week. I'll call over Tuesday night as arranged and we can enjoy a bit of reminiscing. Eh?" Jack leaned over, gave Amber a kiss on the cheek then effortlessly picked up the sleeping man in his arms and carried him out of the room and down the hall as Amber walked back through the store to carry on with her Saturday shopping. * * * * * Darren came round slowly and hurting everywhere it seemed. He was in a strange bedroom and couldn't work out where it was. He tried to move his head, but it hurt too much so he gave up. He tried to remember how he'd got where he was. He couldn't even work out what day it was so he started to think about that. He didn't think he'd been at work. Then he remembered that he stopped work a year ago when Amber got her inheritance. He got the idea that he and Amber had been going somewhere, but he couldn't remember where or even if they set off. What he didn't know was that a side effect of the drug that had knocked him out inhibited memory. He tried to move again and let out a groan. "That's good, you've woken up Desiree." A voice became a face as the woman walked over and looked down at him. "Here take these tablets, you'll be much better in a while." "My names..." He started to tell her his name, but he didn't recognise his own voice. "What happened to me?" the strange voice asked. "Nothing much, you're just recovering from your surgery." "What surgery, have I been in an accident?" "No silly, when you had your boobs done so that you could work here." She smiled and waggled her huge chest at him. "You're the third girl that's had that done, and they earned the money they had to pay for it within a couple of months." "I'm not a girl?" It was meant to be a statement but he wasn't sure of anything at the moment. The woman laughed. "My name's Cheryl, I'm going to teach you the moves." "What moves? Where am I?" "You're here, the Kitten Klub, with a 'K' what you wanted, come on love, you can't be that far gone. Look remember our uniform?" She placed her hands on a wide band round her neck, looking like a dog collar, but made from gilded metal in the form of perhaps a dozen joined hemispheres, the name 'Cheryl' was engraved on a tag hanging from the front. "Cheryl, I've never heard of the Kitten Klub with a K, and my name is Darren Wilkes, this is a case of mistaken identity." "God, you're really stewed on those anaesthetics, aren't you? If you're a man I'm a Chinaman." She pulled back his bedding. "Look girl." Cheryl couldn't cope so had to rush off and get hold of someone to calm the poor girl down, she was having hysterics. She came back with the floor manager, Jim Benson, but when he couldn't stop Desiree screaming he went for the boss, Vince Trent who told the others to go and get on with something else. The both left and he closed the door after them. He approached the bed and gave a hard slap across Desiree's face. It was enough of a shock to quieten him, but not enough to stop him shaking. Vince took something out of his pocket and showed it to Desiree. It was a necklace like Cheryl's but this one was silver gilded and had a tag that read 'Desiree'. "My name's Vince. All my girls have these things that I like to call 'uniforms', but yours is a bit different. Your wife told me about your dream to be a stripper, she said that you even had a book about it, but I sometimes find that girls change there minds so I always have a bit of insurance. You start off with the silver collar and only when I'm satisfied do you get the gold. In your case, I agreed to pay for your procedures, provided that you worked off the cost by stripping here. I also got a bit of extra leverage on you, I've only had your balls cut off for the moment, your prick's still there, but buried, because I won't pay for you to get a pussy until after you've paid for the first lot. Wanting sex and not having the wherewithal, I find is a marvellous incentive, I know it looks like you're complete, but take it from me, you're not. The reason your prick is buried is that when you have the full transition op they'll used the tissue of it to give you pleasure when you're fucked but if you fuck with me I'll tell them to take it out and stick it in the garbage, so be warned. Now, here's the thing, I don't want the other girls to know you've not been a girl all your life, it's bad for moral, see. So your collar's got an extra feature. Every time you make a sound it gives you a shock, so I suggest you don't go yapping to anyone." "But...Aaaaaaagh." He wanted to explain that it was all a mistake, but now there was no chance, he wasn't going to try speaking again all the time he had this horrible thing on him. His whole body was in a spasm of agony. "Now I understand you haven't seen yourself yet?" He helped Desiree out of bed and supported him as far as the attached bathroom where there was a mirror on the back of the door. He looked at the figure in front of him and hardly recognised a single feature. For a start his brown hair was now platinum blond, short still for a woman but with unmistakably a woman's soft curly style. His face had more prominent cheek bones, his lips were full and the whole was enhanced by make up so vivid that it was obviously designed to be worn by a stripper, from his dark purple and black eyelids to his scarlet shining lips and back to huge eyelashes that practically fanned the room as he blinked. In spite of all that, his attention was first caught by his breasts, Vince proudly told him that they were triple 'F's', and second on the check list was the bald area at the top of his legs that appeared to have only a camel toe to interrupt the smooth skin. He went to move his hand and for the first time realised that his nails were shiny crimson talons each extending an inch from the ends of his fingers. He fainted. He had no idea of how much time passed. He woke but was still in his nightmare. He lay with his eyes open but without seeing anything. He was vaguely aware of someone telling him to get up but he couldn't move from his misery. Now he knew that his wife had something to do with this predicament, but what was that about a book? He never had a book about stripping. The person told him again to get up, but he had to try to think this out. Then someone, a man, was shouting at him to get up. He just wished the man would shut up and let him think. Suddenly he screamed and a prolonged burst of pain hit his neck, he fell out of the bed and was writhing on the floor. Vince was there, holding in his hand what looked like the remote switch for a car. "Sooner or later you're going to learn to dance, so I suggest it's sooner and you'll get less pain." He crawled to his feet then dry vomited. Vince called Jim and Cheryl back in and they escorted him to the dressing room, where he was fitted by an older woman for a costume, basically a bra, panty and suspender set decorated with rhinestones. Covering only a very tiny part of his body he was acutely aware that his level of exposure, both of his huge breasts and all his bum cheeks, bar a narrow elastic, it would be positively indecent anywhere else. He had to put on stockings for the first time in his life and couldn't believe the shoes that had five inch heels. Unsurprisingly, the first step he took he twisted his ankle and nearly fell over, only held up because he fell against one of the other girls. "Stand up girl," the woman told him, "anyone would think you'd never walked in heels before." He wasn't able to tell her that was exactly the problem. Instead he tottered round the room trying his best not to break an ankle. He joined three other girls out on the stage in the deserted club. He'd no idea of the time, but assumed it was morning because of lack of customers. There they were led through a number of steps as a short dance, then he was told to watch each of the other girls in turn as they performed a striptease to their music. Apparently each girl had their favourite tunes but their routines only varied by small details. Then it was his turn and to say he wasn't very good was the understatement of the year. Quite apart from the fact that he could hardly walk in the shoes, let alone dance with them, he had almost no sense of rhythm, and went completely out of sync with the music. All his obvious problems were bad enough, but added to them were his breasts that were so heavy they kept throwing him off balance. Once all the others had warmed up, then run through what they were going to do, they were dismissed to get some rest but he was told to stay. Jim went through all his moves for the umpteenth time and he had to try it again and again. Eventually he told him to go back to the dressing room. I've had enough, there's no way you will be ready to go on tonight, we'll try another rehearsal tomorrow, I've only promised Vince that you'll be ready by tomorrow, that's Friday night, he's got a full house then, so you must be ready or there'll be hell to pay. Desiree went back to the dressing room, stripped naked and wandered back to his room, assuming that it was normal for the dancers in this sort of club not to worry about nudity backstage. He was lying on his bed in abject misery when there was a quick knock on the door, it opened immediately and Cheryl came in. She was carrying a tray with food on it, presumably his lunch. "Are you OK?" she asked. He pointed at his necklace and made a 'no' sign by waving his finger from side to side. Oh, you've got one of Vince's specials on have you? Here, use this." She handed him a thin lipstick and pointed at the mirror. "He thinks we're stupid, that we can't work out how to communicate, now tell me, why couldn't you dance, I thought you wanted to be a dancer?" He used the red tip to write on the glass. I've never walked in high heels - told you I'm a man. "How did you get here then?" she asked. He rubbed out what he'd written with a tissue and replaced it. Don't know - kidnapped?? Given operations while asleep. "Didn't you want to dance?" Never - I can't dance - can you help me leave? "I don't know, but I go shopping on Saturday morning, we're all taken into town to pick up bits and pieces and a chance to spend some of our money. Vince may be tough but he looks after us. He usually keeps us for about three years and just gives us pocket money, but he pays a fair wage and banks the rest for us. Sometimes old girls come back here after they've left, some of them have bought a house with their savings when they leave. Look, I can't stay, it'll get us both into trouble, I'll see what I can do. What's your real name again?" Darren Wilkes he scribbled. "Do my best Darren, bye." He cleaned the mirror of all trace of lipstick and lay down on the bed again. For a short while, when Cheryl was talking to him, he felt some hope, but then considered what she could do. There was no way she was going to upset Vince. She may not be over-enamoured with him, but he was her meal ticket to a future life with a good basis of security. If she found his wife they both may be in more trouble, he was certain now that Amber had something to do with his kidnap. He was now also certain that he had gone out with her, probably on a shopping spree, she liked it when he came along, but it was then that things became hazy. The only thing that gave him some degree of optimism was that he seemed to be remembering more about that day as time went on. He had a minor victory when he remembered it was a Saturday. As Cheryl had delivered his meal he noticed that he could hear music some way off and was able to suppose that the club was now open for clients. He only took one bite of the food and felt sick so he left the rest and the remains were collected by another girl some time later. He dosed for a while, still feeling the effects of the surgery, and the exercise earlier hadn't helped. When he woke the music was much louder. He really missed not knowing the time, something he decided wasn't important until you couldn't see it. He dosed again and then was woken by Jim. "Get yourself out into the club and have some dinner. Oh, and cover yourself up." He looked round the room then remembered seeing a robe behind the door of his bathroom. While he was there he relieved himself, for the first time having to sit down then wipe himself. It made him feel sick again. He had little difficulty following the sound of voices once he got near the stage and he was soon sat down at a place among the chairs at a number of tables that had been pulled together to make one long one. He was surprised to see so many people. A group at one end were presumably bouncers, seven or eight large men who all looked as if they could handle themselves. The bar staff, men and women, sat with what he gathered from their conversation was the bookkeeper, and about ten women he could see were all dancers gathered at the other end with Jim, who seemed to be concerned about how well each of them was getting on. Vince sat at the centre of the table, able, with his booming voice to carry on conversations with everyone. Desiree had never felt more alone. He tried to eat a couple of mouthfuls of the meal, a lasagne, but threw them back up, fortunately catching most of it in his serviette. Jim, true to the assumption he had just made was concerned and asked him if he was alright. He just pointed at his necklace. "OK Desiree, go on back to bed, I'll come and see you there." He hadn't been back in the room long when Jim turned up. He carried with him the little remote that Vince had used on him earlier. He shrunk away, expecting the terrible pain, perhaps as punishment for throwing up. "It's OK Desiree, look, I've turned it of, now what's the matter?" Thanks," he said, quietly, still expecting to be zapped "I'm sorry about my dancing Jim, I've never worn heels before and I don't know how to dance." "What!" he exclaimed. "I was told you were going to be just about the keenest dancer I've ever had. Look, I know about your op, it doesn't matter to me if you wanted to be a girl, but why did you tell people you wanted to be a stripper?" "I didn't want either, look, I need to try to work this out, Vince said something about me reading a book about strippers, do you know anything about that?" "Yes, Jack, a friend of Vince's who arranged all your procedures, told us that your wife had found out about your dressing up and reading a book that she said had been so well thumbed it was almost worn out. She arranged all this as a birthday present for you." "I don't believe... just a moment, did she by any chance say where she found these clothes?" "I don't know, I think she said they were in your attic." "The stupid, stupid woman." "Weren't they your clothes?" "We moved into this house a year ago and there was a lot of old furniture and bits and pieces in it, nothing valuable, just junk. We got a man in to shift it all, we had to pay him, but he forgot to look in the attic. I had a huge box that I mostly emptied but there were some CD's and some old hardware manuals that I thought I'd better not throw out. When I put the box in the attic I saw all these things lying around, mostly women's clothes but there was also a book that I'm pretty certain was something about the life of a stripper, I can't remember exactly. I just threw them in the box on top of my things." "Surely she asked you about them?" Jim was incredulous. "You'd think so, wouldn't you? Look, now you know the story you've got to get me out of here." "Hold your horses for a minute. I'll have to talk to Vince about this, for all I know this could be just that, all a story. I'll tell you what, he's gone home now, he was leaving as I came away. He's not coming in until tomorrow evening he's out all day, you're going to have to wait until then but what I will do is put you on serving tables tomorrow instead of dancing. You'll still have to be in costume but hopefully it will just be for the one night and I won't turn your silencer on again. OK?" "Yes, I suppose so, but I'll hardly be able to walk in those heels." "I tell you what, I'll go get you a pair of heels now, and every spare minute you've got, try using them, get used to them. I'll be back in two ticks." True to his word he returned shortly with the dreaded heels. "Jim, how do I get this make up off?" "I'm sorry, didn't they tell you, it's tattooed on, it'll never come off. Sorry." Jim looked at him with a sad expression but said no more. Desiree settled down for the night, cursing Amber's stupidity. With this latest information he was thrown into more despair and with the awkwardness of his huge breasts he tossed and turned most of the night. It was hours later he dozed and was then woken up by the banging on his door with the call that breakfast was ready. He actually managed to get some cornflakes to stay down, but apart from coffee he didn't risk anything more. He went back to his room, put on the heels and spent most of the next two hours walking backwards and forwards, turning and bending, all movement to get him accustomed to them. His feet ached by the end and he realised that there was a problem he couldn't practice away. He was just going to have to put up with the pain. The wardrobe woman wasn't best pleased with him either, he managed to ladder two nylons, the first the day before, but he hadn't noticed, and another one just then. The club opened at one to serve bar snacks and drinks and didn't close until two in the morning, no wonder, he thought, some girls managed to buy a house after three years. When things were slow the bar manager let him park his behind on a stool in the corner, it didn't look as if he was sitting, unless someone looked closely, but he was able to take the weight off his feet. Not a lot happened until just after five when the office staff flooded in. During the afternoon a girl would dance for a ten or fifteen minute set, ending up naked of course, but then there'd be a break of fifteen minutes, but from five onwards, the turnover of girls was rapid, and they were down to the all together quicker. Whereas most of the afternoon he was able to rest his feet, there was no chance after five, and while he suddenly discovered that he got tips, he also found that his behind was getting pinched, sometimes quite painfully. From about seven it got a little quieter but it started to fill up again from about half past eight onwards. He revelled in the strangest thing. Every so often he could see the time on one of the barmen's watches and it made him feel a little better. The number of bar staff and servers doing the same job as him gradually increased from five onwards and he watched amazed at the cost of each round of drinks. He noticed that two bouncers were stationed quite close to the bar and the tills were emptied by them every so often, he could well see why. The vast percentage of clientele were of course men, but he was surprised by the number of women, even some of them joining in to pinch his bum. Once it got busy he had less time to think of his predicament with more of it spent remembering orders and avoiding hands. As he turned away from the bar about nine o'clock he noticed a couple taking up one of the reserved seats. They looked very much in love, the way he had his arm round her and gave her a kiss as they sat down in the area designated for him, now it was crowded. He walked over thinking that it was an odd place to bring a girl friend, men ogling other women, still everyone to their own. It wasn't until he was nearly at their table that he saw the woman's face for the first time. It was Amber. The couple beamed at him as he got to the table. The man, who somehow was vaguely familiar to Desiree, sat there smugly and left it to Amber to speak. "Excuse me Miss err... Desiree." She had read his tag. "Can you tell me which of the girls dancing here tonight joined your group only a couple of days ago?" "I'm sorry Madam," he replied "I'm afraid all the dancers here have been working for at least, let me think, a month ago the last of tonight's dancers joined us." "Oh." She sounded disappointed. "Are you sure?" "I'm certain madam, now do you have anything to celebrate tonight?" He had been told to try this line occasionally because it sometimes reminded a customer of a reason to splash out on house Champagne. It had already worked once for him that night with a man who'd just been promoted. "Well we do actually, I've just got engaged to my fianc?e here." She held up her finger and showed him an engagement ring with a huge stone. How he kept calm and his voice level he would never know. "That's wonderful Madam, but if I may ask, haven't you been married before? You look far too beautiful not to have been snapped up." "Oh my ex is off doing his thing and I'm doing mine, well Jack here, not my thing." She laughed heartily and Jack joined in. Jack. He'd heard that name, and then it struck him. Jack, the friend of Vince that Jim had told him arranged all his surgeries. "I've just remembered Madam, there is one girl who joined us this week, but she's not dancing tonight.." "Oh how annoying, why isn't she dancing?" "Well Madam, it's an odd story. First of all she couldn't walk in high heels, and certainly not dance. Would you believe it, she'd never worn heels in her life before, then she told me this weird story about how she was really a man and her wife had found clothes in their attic that had been left scattered in there by the previous owner and thought they belonged to him, I mean her, because they were in his box. And apparently there was some book about striptease left there so he threw it all in this spare box along with some of his things just to tidy up. Anyway, can you believe that she said this woman arranged for him to have a sex change on the strength of that, without even asking him about it? It's a ridiculous story, no one would be that stupid would they? Mind you I did think that perhaps she may have done it to get rid of him, I mean her, so she could have it away with her boyfriend, that would make more sense, wouldn't it? Anyway, she can't dance, so she's serving drinks tonight instead, that's all she's good for now. Now would you like me to serve you a nice bottle of Champagne tonight to celebrate your good fortune?" As he got towards the end of his story he watched as Amber's mouth started to open without a sound coming out. She turned white, even through her fairly heavy evening make up it was visible. "Is that girl here or out the back?" she asked very quietly and Jack was obviously starting to get nervous. "Don't you think we ought to go?" he asked her. Desiree realised that Jack hadn't seen the finished product, even if he had started the arrangement. "No Jack. Is she here?" Amber asked a little louder. "What's the matter dear, don't you recognise your husband?" Desiree at last was able to speak with venom in his voice. "You?" was all Amber could say before she fainted. Jack managed to get Amber semi-conscious, at least so he only had to steady her going out. "You'd better change and come with us," Jack told him. "I've got nothing else to wear." "Well come as you are then." Jack drove them back to their house, leaving them once they were inside, saying that he was sure they had a lot to sort out. Tough as he was, he couldn't face having to deal with the next few hours. Desiree went up to their bedroom to find a shirt or sweater he could put on but was horrified to discover that all his clothes had gone. They'd been replaced by several outfits much bigger that obviously belonged to Jack. There were no house slippers left, so he just went bare foot. He took one of Jack's sweaters to give him some semblance of decency and went back downstairs, pouring himself a scotch before joining Amber, who was crying. "Why didn't you tell me about finding things in the attic?" she asked. "Don't try to shift the blame for this on me, you weren't here at the time and I didn't think, no I couldn't ever imagine in my widest thoughts, that finding junk that hadn't been thrown away was important enough to mention." "But I saw them one week and knew how I'd put them back and the next week you'd moved them." "I don't suppose it was when I sold that old Z88 to the guy that was starting a PC museum, was it? I went up to get some paperwork on it for him. I remember telling you that I was going to have to find it.." "What are we to do?" she asked. "I don't know." He took a deep breath. "Oh, by the way, did you know that my make up is tattooed on my face? I don't know if it will be possible to have it removed. I already know that I won't be able to have children, even if I could get everything else fixed my balls have gone." Her crying was becoming hysterical. "You go to bed, I'll take a guest room, it's too late to deal with anything now." He wasn't in the mood to be sympathetic. "Come to bed with me Darren." "I'm afraid Darren will never be able to go to bed with you again, I'm going to have to be someone else from now on. Neither am I going to be Desiree for a moment longer than I have to, unless I take up stripping, the trouble is, until the day before yesterday I'd no idea what a stripper did." Soon after five the next morning they were both in the kitchen drinking coffee. "Will you go out as soon as the shops are open and get me something to wear?" he asked her. "I don't know my size but I'll get arrested if I go out like this." By nine thirty she was back with enough to make do for him until he could go and get himself measured. He noticed her finger. "Where's your engagement ring?" "I took it back to Jack this morning. He told me it was for the best, he wanted to break with me anyway. He said that I put him and people he knows in an untenable position. I honestly think he hates me, he warned me about the possibility of a mistake but I wouldn't listen and promised him that I was doing it for you." Desiree took the clothes up to the bedroom he was using and selected what he would wear. The bra looked like two boy scout tents to him, but fitted well enough, the panties were more comfortable without the string between his cheeks and he found the pantyhose more comfortable than stockings and he was skilled enough now not to ladder them. Shoes with just a two inch heel were heaven. He chose the slacks that Amber had bought, as opposed to the skirt and top, then changed his mind. He didn't want to be mistaken for a man with make up on, although if he was honest with himself, he knew there wasn't a chance. He just told Amber that he was going out, not saying that he was going to see solicitors in town. He needed to know what his legal redresses would be. Amber had received an inheritance from a rich Uncle, but although they had both stopped work they had modest expenditure, content most of the time with their own company. With his changed circumstances he couldn't imagine never having to work again, which brought him to the lawyer. There he found that he obviously had a case that would leave his wife almost penniless but he also had strong cases against both Jack Strong and the clinic and doctors who performed the procedures. He still didn't know if that would look after him for the rest of his life but he was able to make some decisions. The first was to see a gender specialist psychiatrist to try to help him mentally. The solicitor was able to make a recommendation in that regard. Next he asked that they started to get the legal proceedings underway in all respects, including divorce, which, sad though he was, couldn't be avoided. Then he went to see Vince. "So you still want to work here?" Vince asked, once he had got over the surprise of not only seeing him, but hearing he was to be reimbursed for his expenditure.. "No, I don't, but I don't have any choice in the matter. I can't see any employer taking me on with a face like this, and in a few years I'll be too old to work in any clubs. I suppose I could do office cleaning or something like that, but I have to be a realist. I'll get quite a lot of money as compensation and it might be enough to retire on, but if I don't make as much as I can now, I won't have the option later if the financial markets or something go belly up. "I wasn't any good at dancing, but I might get better once I'm used to heels, if not, I'm pretty good at serving if the tips I was getting are anything to go by, so I'll take anything you can offer." "What are you going to do about finishing your procedures? You know that with medication you could be restored as a man, maybe not as endowed, but able to fuck a woman." Vince called a spade a spade. "I can't rush that, I've probably got a year or so before I'm committed one way or the other, but I'm stuck with a woman's face whatever. One condition of working here is that I'll need some time off for the surgery when the time comes and if I opt to stay male, I obviously won't have a job to came back to. I understand that." "Look Desiree or Darren, whatever, I know that you won't enjoy working here like my other girls do, but the customers mustn't know that, can you do that?" "If I can't I won't survive life Vince. There is one other thing, I don't mind Desiree in front of the punters, but my name may be different, once I decide." With that thought and his acceptance for the job, Desiree drove home to something he was dreading. Telling Amber he was arranging a divorce and taking her to court. The house was quiet when he arrived, he peeked into the bedroom and Amber was in bed, so he decided to leave her to get some rest for a while. Three hours later she still hadn't come down so he went to call her. She was cold. On her bedside cabinet was an empty pill bottle and in bed with her was a note: My darling husband I can't live with what I've done to you. I told myself that it was all for your good, ignoring the fact that I knew Jack still wanted me. Already though, I was starting to have my doubts about my choice. I remembered him as strong, virile and masterful with me. This week I've found him chauvinistic, a selfish lover and unwilling to do anything in the house. How I missed your gentle love, your consideration of my feelings and the way we did everything together. I have effectively murdered you Darren, and for that I believe there is only one punishment appropriate, as you can see I have accepted it. Please try to remember some of the good times Your loving but very, very stupid wife Amber * * * * * A year later Desiree was still working in the Kitten Klub. He still hated everything about it but always had a smile and a joke for the punters. They all fancied her but wouldn't ever have thought of marrying a tart like that, even the lesbians steered clear.