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Translation UK -> US Boot (on a car) -> Trunk Pantechnicon -> Large removals truck (usually body extends forward over the cab.) Ground floor (of a building) -> First floor First floor -> Second floor ..and so on. (In UK) Territorial Army -> (In US) National Guard A MAID FOR THE MANSION Brian Southern pulled the suitcase out from behind the workshop bench at the back of the garage and carried it up to his bedroom. His wife Jenny had left for her mother's an hour before so he reckoned on her being half way there, for the next thirty six hours he had the home to himself. She had left at eight on that Saturday morning and she wouldn't be home before late on Sunday evening, they then intended to go off to her sister Holly's place to stay for their two weeks off work. They had been married for three years and he had hoped that he wouldn't have the urge to do this any more, but it was a vain hope. He was taking advantage of his wife's absence to dress because he wouldn't have a chance for a fortnight at his sister-in-law's home. He put his bra on and slipped the very realistic silicon breasts into the cups, pulled the gaff up his legs and tucked himself away, then he was ready to dress properly. He pulled the panties that matched his bra up his legs, followed by sheer pantyhose, a silk slip, then stepped into an emerald green dress and matching shoes with three inch heels. He was admiring his reflection in the mirror when a figure appeared behind him that shouldn't have been there. "This is what you do when I'm not here!" Brian stared open mouthed at the speaker. His wife should have been fifty miles away by now, yet here she was in the bedroom. He tried to speak and his mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. "Where's your make up?" she asked him. "I'm... err...Sorry." His mind was racing but not coming up with the right thing to say. "I ... don't wear make up." "You do now," she said with a grimace and sat him down at her vanity. For the next two hours she put make up on him, then wiped it off and had him do it, then again wiped it off and kept that up until his skill was perfected. Then she went through his suitcase to see what he had to wear. "Bring your case down with you," she told him and he followed her carrying it as she bypassed their living areas and went straight through to their garage. "Put it in the boot and get in." "I can't go anywhere like this Jenny, I need to go and change." "Get in." She was emphatic. "You're going like that or you can leave and find somewhere else to live." "But your sister hates me as it is, what's she going to say about this, please don't make me." He knew he sounded whiney but he pleaded with her. She would have none of it and threatened to force him into the car. He knew that he couldn't fight her off, she was stronger than him so he had no option but to get in. As they drove Jenny explained to him that she knew he was up to something and never had the intention of going to her mother's, her packing had been for the two weeks at Holly's place all along. She told him that she had half expected to find that he had a woman on the side, she never really believed he was a sissy in spite of the assumption her sister had come to. As she drove Brian explained to her that when he was only about five or six years old his sister had put him in her dresses and he had become hooked on them. How he had tried to stop so many times, especially after their marriage, but the urge was just too great. He lost count of the number of times he apologised and pleaded with her to turn round, or at least let him buy some male clothes to travel in. "What's your name when you're dressed like that?" Jenny asked him. "It's still Brian, I've no reason for another name." "Well you have now, we're going to stop for lunch soon and I'm sure you don't want me calling you Brian in front of other customers." He could understand that, but his mind went blank when it came to finding another name. "I think you'll look like a Bianca, how would that suit?" He was by then resigned to whatever was going to happen to him and agreed that he would be Bianca. At lunch they stopped in a motorway service area and was surprised when he attracted no more attention than any woman would. It boosted his confidence but it diminished again by the mile, the nearer they got to her Holly's house. She was a nurse, three years older that her sister at twenty six, unmarried, but made no secret of her opinion that Jenny could have done much better than who she called 'the Weed', in the marriage stakes. Now her opinion of him was going to be confirmed. He spent the last few miles pretending he was in a nightmare from which he would wake up at any time. That comfortable mindset was lost as Jenny dragged him towards Holly's front door. One last plea on his part made no difference. "Hi Holly," Jenney greeted her sister, "I'd like you to meet my new best girlfriend Bianca." Holly's expression of pleasure at seeing her sister, changed to puzzlement at seeing the stranger with her. Suddenly she recognised her brother-in-law and she burst out laughing. "So you've finally reached your full potential Weed?" Jenny had him collect the luggage from the car and place it in Holly's second bedroom while he could hear her telling her sister how it came about that he was in a dress. "This is your chance Sis, you've always fantasised about having a personal maid, now's your chance. We'll train him up so that he will be able to serve you properly when you get back home. What clothes has he got?" "Not many, we'll have to go out and do some shopping for him." "I know just the shop but first we need to make sure he is properly responsive and I know exactly what we need to do to ensure that. I'll sort it out tomorrow morning if I can." Holly changed her instruction and had Bianca move his suitcase into her smallest bedroom, then set him working on the evening meal for them all, but he wasn't allowed to eat with them, he had his after they'd finished and he'd cleaned up and was then sent to bed. Holly made a couple of phone calls asking for favours, then announced to Jenny that it was all arranged. The following morning, after he had got their breakfasts, he was told they were all going in to see where Holly worked. He wasn't suspicious until he saw her supposed work colleagues. They were two women who were as butch as any he had seen and made no secret of their distain for him, standing there in his dress and not very professional make up. One of them made coffee for everyone, but after he had drunk his he realised that it had been drugged. He had a couple of minutes of semi- conciousness before his lights went out. When he finally woke up he was back in his bed at Holly's place and he hurt all over his face, chest, sides and groin, plus he felt sick. He reached up to his neck to find out what it was that was round it and nearly cut himself on sharp and very red artificial fingernails attached to his natural ones but twice as long. Shortly the door opened and Holly walked in. "He's awake Jen," she called out and was joined by his wife. "How are you feeling Nancy boy?" the latter asked. "You certainly now look much more like the sissy you are and I hope you regret the moment you put on that dress." "What's happened?" he muttered, then realised that his voice didn't sound right, he assumed that the squeakiness was because it was so dry. "Oh, just a couple of little things to make you a more suitable maid." Holly told him and added, "A sissy like you is going to be in your element really." "I don't want to be a maid, I'm your husband," he squeaked. "You haven't got a choice Bianca, you will have to excel at that before I'll even think of taking you back as my husband," Jenny told him. "I think it's time to tell you that you're not going to be wearing those falsies any more." He looked puzzled as it was easy to see his bust line under the thin duvet. Jenny pulled the bedclothes off him and he could see changes in his naked body that had him burst into tears. He was sporting a perky pair of 'DD' breasts but further down, passed what appeared to be a narrower waist than before, there was no sign of any masculinity whatsoever. Just decidedly female looking genitalia. "You've still got everything you were born with Weed," Holly told him. "It's just that it's all tucked away where you can't cause any trouble with them. You're all stitched up so you can't get at it, but that's not the best bit." She held a mirror up so that he could see his face. He didn't recognise it to start with, the surprised look in his eyes, make up making them look huge, with only a very thin line of eyebrows above them and luxuriant eyelashes round their borders. More worrying was the source of the pain in his face. It was apparent that the make up, which was generously applied, Jenny told him that he had an allergic reaction to the cosmetics, judging by the underlying redness and puffiness in several places. He watched as tears overflowed his eyes and ran down his cheeks. It wasn't until she altered the angle of the mirror that he saw his hair was changed from a mousey brown to a platinum blonde mass of tight curls. "Oh, isn't that cute, Weed's crying like a proper girl." Both sisters roared with laughter when Holly added, "You're going to have to sit to pee then wipe as well girly." "Time to get up Bianca, put on your lovely new uniform," Jenny ordered. "It's Wednesday afternoon by the way, you've been out for three days so you shouldn't be tired. Anyway, look at all the lovely clothes we've bought for you." She pulled open the closet door and inside was an assortment of dresses of different colours but all so short that for a moment he thought they were dolls' dresses, each with masses of net, satin and lace petticoats. Holly had opened a drawer in the dresser and handed him a g-string and platform quarter cup bra to put on. He had some trouble getting his breasts comfortable but soon realised that comfort wasn't the primary aim of the garment, rather it was to place these assets on prominent display. He pulled self supporting sheer black stockings up his legs then stepped into one of the dresses, a black one then put his feet into black patent leather shoes with at least a five inch heel, he nearly lost his balance immediately. He realised that the skirt, standing out over the petticoats almost horizontally barely covered his minute panties and the top was so low that his breasts threatened to fall out at any time, it was all together downright pornographic. The so called 'uniform' was completed with a tiny white satin and lace apron and a piece of black satin with matching ribbons hanging down his back and again trimmed with white lace. They escorted him as he wobbled his way downstairs and took him through to the kitchen. "You have an easy night tonight Bianca," Holly told him, "you'll find a couple of pizzas in the freezer, you can cook them for us, then find yourself something once we've finished and you've cleaned up. Oh, and don't forget to curtsey to us when to enter or leave our presence and when you've served us, got it?" "Yes Holly." "I'm Mistress Holly to you and this is Mistress Jenny." "Yes Mistress." He prepared and served their meal in the dining room, but only had a drink himself afterwards, he felt all the time as if someone had kicked him between the legs and he was still feeling sick because of it. He was worried about the make up on his face, he realised that it must be some sort of long lasting type but hoped that it wouldn't last too long. He hoped that perhaps he could get it removed before they returned home, by that time he was optimistic that Jenny would have got this out of her system. Cleaning up and cooking the meals wasn't unusual for Bianca, on previous visits to her sister he liked to let his wife chat to her while he occupied himself out of the way. In that respect this time was no different, but the knowledge that now his status had been diminished to that of a servant shed a different light on it for him and on top of that he still felt as if he'd been kicked between the legs. In addition he was dressed in such an uncomfortable way, his legs were getting painful from the angle of his feet in the heels and he was disturbed by the movement of his breasts on the platforms they were perched on. That night he was only too pleased to get into bed and in spite of all his worries he was soon fast asleep. In the morning Jenny woke him and he got the impression she had been up for some time. She came in with a box and told him to pack all his uniforms and other things in it. "We're moving today," was all she would tell him when he asked. None the wiser he got on with packing his few articles into the boxes and took them downstairs where removals men were loading a large pantechnicon with what appeared to be the majority of Holly's belongings and furniture. His box was marked with the word 'Maid' by Jenny and added to the others and he went to make coffee for everyone. The whole operation took and amazingly short time and he and Jenny were soon seated on the back seats of Holly's big four by four vehicle but when he looked round for their own car there was no sign. "Where's our car Jenny?" he asked, the whole morning was getting surreal to him. "What did you just call me?" she asked him. "Sorry, but where is our car Mistress?" "You don't need to worry your head about that, I sold it and bought a new one." With that she wrapped a black scarf round his head and tied it off, effectively preventing him from seeing where they were going, telling him that it was going to be a surprise. They drove like that for what seemed to be hours, then there was the sound of Jenny getting out of the car, it went forward again, slowly then stopped. He could hear the mechanical sound of what reminded him of shutters closing. "You stay there Bianca, we'll be a little while," his wife told him. He sat in the car for what seemed like half a day, but in reality was about two hours, before she came back to get him. He'd lifted the edge of his blindfold at one stage, but he was none the wiser, he was in a closed garage, a big one with room for four or more cars. There was one other already there, a small red sports car, but the lighting wasn't good and he couldn't see much else. "Wake up Bianca and come with me." Holly had opened his door. He followed her out of a side door and into a corridor, eventually leading to a large entrance hall, it had an obvious front door and several others leading off. She took the one opposite the front door into another corridor which lead to Jenny, standing in what appeared to be a well equipped commercial kitchen. "Take off your clothes Bianca, just leave your stockings on," she ordered him. Very self consciously he stood with his hands over his crotch while Holly had him step into a pair of red shoes with an even higher heel than he had been wearing. They had an ankle strap which she pointed out locked on. Then she locked padded steel bands round his ankles and just above his elbows, joining each pair with a short chain which restricted the reach of his hands and cut the length of his stride to only about ten inches. "This is a maid's incentive scheme Bianca," Holly explained. "If you behave, serve us properly and don't speak unless you are told, you will earn something each day. It might be that we lengthen or eventually remove the chains, or you get an item of clothing, don't forget that we'll be entertaining and I'm sure you wouldn't like to serve strangers undressed like that. Or perhaps we'll let you wear slightly lower heels, during the day at least, but you will always wear them at least four inches high during the day and higher in the evenings. "Now, Bianca, curtsey if you understand, don't speak." He curtseyed. "This is our new home, Bianca," It was Jenny's turn. "This whole house is mine and my sister's and you're going to be our maid. Oh, I can see you're bursting to know about your job, so I'll tell you that you handed in your notice there and this is now where you will work. Your full time job is to do everything you can to make my and my sister's life the very best by your devoted service. You'll clean, do the laundry, cook and serve our meals like the efficient maid you are. If you need to speak to one of us, you will stand with your head bowed until we ask you what you want. "Is that all clear, curtsey if it is." His legs and feet were already aching from the heels but he did his best and they were satisfied. He wanted to know what they were doing here and what had happened to their house, but he daren't ask and assumed he'd find out in due course. "There's something else you need to know Bianca," Holly told him, "you may feel that as you're already suffering the worst that you will be dressed and hobbled, that you can't be punished any more. Let me dissuade you of that thought, because if you misbehave you won't just not get a reward, you will be spanked. Either of us will do that and it will be up to us alone what we use, whether it is just our hand or some other instrument, either way you will be hurt. Understand?" He didn't need to be told to curtsey his acknowledgement. Both women smiled. "Well done Bianca, you're learning fast," Jenny commented, then placed a narrow chromed bracelet round his wrist. "This is a little device for us to use to call you, we each have a little button, if I press mine you'll feel vibrations that will feel like Morse code dots and if Ms Holly calls you it will feel like dashes, feel it now." She had a small plastic tube on a cord round her neck and as she pressed it he could indeed feel short pulsing vibrations on his wrist, when Holly pressed hers each pulse was longer lasting. He curtseyed to show he understood. He was given a meal schedule; breakfast in bed at eight unless told otherwise, lunch at one and dinner at seven. He was shown his bedroom with en suite bathroom, off to one side of the kitchen, comfortable enough but Spartan compared with the rest of the house, especially the bedrooms on the first floor. He was then set to work organising and putting away utensils in the kitchen, cleaning all the surfaces, not a task quickly finished, hobbled as he was, and then he needed to cook dinner. He gave his wife and her sister pork medallions on a bed of rice and mixed vegetables, with a sweet chilli sauce, serving their meals in their new dining room and only eating after they had finished with him. "I bet you're having the time of your life, aren't you Bianca?" Jenny asked her husband while she was eating. "You may answer me." "Mistress, I rarely used to dress and I certainly didn't want to be dressed full time and I'm worried about how or when I'll be able to wear my real clothes again." Then he noticed the black looks he was getting from his wife, so added, "But there are some nicer things about my situation." "Well you certainly are going to be dressed full time, so enjoy it because those are your real clothes and even if you don't want to admit it, you'll be learning everything that's expected of a woman, well a maid anyway." He wanted desperately to know what was going on, why they were staying in this strange house, but they refused to answer any of his questions. "It's no business of a maid," was all they would say. He cleaned the kitchen and dining room then ate his own meal, occasionally being interrupted when he was called to refresh their drinks. Eventually he was told that he was finished for the night and he was able to retire to his room adjacent to the kitchen while the women went upstairs. It hardly seemed any time at all when he was woken by the alarm to get their breakfasts, serving Jenny first. "Come back here after you've served Ms Holly's breakfast," she told him. When he returned she told him to get clothes out of her closet and drawers for her to wear, then run her a bath. She gave him her tray once she had finished eating, got out of bed and removed her nightdress, obviously relishing standing in front of him naked. "Help me wash." She walked into her bathroom and stepped into the perfumed water while he noticed that although he felt a certain degree of lust towards his wife, he was surprised that he could feel no reaction from his buried penis. No hint of an erection, not even when she later had him wash her all over with a small sponge, then dry her off with towels after she was done. By the time he had finished helping her dress he had a bad case of blue balls with no obvious way he could relieve himself, pressing his hand against his crotch simply felt uncomfortable, like pressing on a bruise. Once he had cleared up in the kitchen and made all the beds he spent most of that first full day in the new home helping move furniture around until each room met the women's approval, only breaking off to cook and serve meals. Because it was heavy work they removed his tethers from legs and elbows which made it a little easier for him. At the end of the evening he was summoned to their presence. "As you have been so cooperative Bianca," Jenny told him, "we are rewarding you with one article of clothing. You may wear this but remember, if you misbehave we will remove it from you." She handed him a piece of flimsy material that turned out to be a hostess apron, small and almost sheer, he tied it round his waist, eventually making a symmetrical and neat enough bow at the back to satisfy them. He was disappointed that it wasn't a dress or something to support his breasts which he still couldn't get used to, bouncing the way they did but decided that acting pleased would serve him better in the long run than complaining. When they retired for the night he was told to accompany Holly to her bedroom where first of all he had to help her undress and on with her short nightdress. With her then sat at her vanity unit, he wiped off her make up with cleansing pads and brushed her hair one hundred times. That completed she then took him to bed where he was pushed down between her legs and forced to bring her to two orgasms orally. By the time he went to bed in his room he was desperate to find a way of having his own orgasm but try as he might, nothing did anything for him except to increase his frustration. It became routine for him to provide intimate service to his sister-in- law every evening and from that second morning he was told to deliver her breakfast first, then his wife's. That way he was free to position himself between Jenny's legs and work her to orgasms while she ate breakfast in bed. That day was their first Saturday in the big house and in the late afternoon he was kept busy helping them to get ready to go out that evening. He took the stance he was told, standing feet and hands together looking down at the floor, to ask where they were going and was he to go with them. "Don't be silly Bianca, we don't socialise with a servant," Jenny told him and she wouldn't tell him any more, he still didn't know even where they were in the country, or what they were doing in such a large house, together with her sister. "If you ask any more questions that are none of your business you'll have to be punished maid," Holly added. "As it is you'll get no more clothes for at least a week." They went off out at about seven and didn't get in until three in the morning. He had to wait up and serve them nightcaps once they were in, then do his nightly routine in bed with Holly. He noticed that when he took them off, her panties were soaked and her pussy was much wetter than usual and tasted more salty. He had his suspicions as to what it was and hoped that Jenny wasn't in the same state. Holly ordered breakfast for them both at nine thirty rather than the usual eight o'clock. As she ate her breakfast while Bianca serviced his wife with his tongue and to his dismay was fairly certain that she had been up to the same as her sister the night before. He didn't ask her about it and that way he couldn't be sure she had cheated on him, in any case he wasn't sure she would give him an honest answer. The next few days followed with him doing much the same, cooking and serving meals, cleaning, laundry and giving oral sex to Holly every night and Jenny every morning. He was kept working long hours, mainly by the size of the house. As well as eight bedrooms on the first floor they all had en suite bathrooms, downstairs there were two lounges, one seating about six the other about two dozen, two dining rooms each of about the same seating capacity to the lounges, a library and a sun room, as well as the kitchen, laundry room and his bedroom. He cleaned his mistress's bedrooms every day but only rotated cleaning one of the other bedrooms because they weren't being used. Likewise the larger dining room and lounge was only cleaned once a week as was the sun room and library, only more often if they had been used. Every week he gave a household shopping list to Holly and she arranged delivery of those items, taking them in for him as he was so indecently dressed. As time went by he became accustomed to the women going off out, if it was during the weekday they often returned with bags of clothes, shoes or hats, the obvious result of shopping sprees and judging by the quality of the items, they spent a lot of money. They usually let him know if they were out for particular meals or if they were going to be gone overnight. That was all they told him however, he was still none the wiser as to what was going on, even when it became apparent that none of the three of them was continuing with their employment. By the end of the third week he had earned g-strings and bras to wear and was told it wouldn't be long before he had a uniform dress but he could stand being left in the dark no longer. On the Friday, when she was alone in the lounge, he asked permission to speak to his wife but before she gave him permission, she told him to expect three additional people to dinner the following night. "Now what was it you wanted to say?" "Please can you tell me what is going on? What are we doing here and what are we doing for money?" Rather than answer him she grasped him by his ear and walked him into the library where Holly was reading. "Repeat what you just asked me Bianca." He asked their forgiveness, but told them he only wanted to know what they were doing and where they were. "Bend over the table Bianca, reach out with your arms towards the other end," Holly told him and opened a cupboard, returning beside him carrying something. "You were warned that any insolence would be punished Bianca," his wife said, "now we are going to have to punish you." He screamed as it felt as if red hot poker was placed across his backside and stood up. "You are getting twelve strokes of this cane from each of us, Weed," Holly told him, "and every time you move I'll start again, now over the table with you." "If we have to tie you down you'll get double from each of us." Jenny added. "So don't move if you know what's good for you." He was crying even before the third stroke had landed, he wasn't sure he could stand such pain. When Holly had finished her twelve, he hoped that his wife would go a little easier on him, for old times sake if nothing else, but if anything she hit him harder and what made it even worse was when a stroke overlaid a previous one. His only relief was that he didn't feel the twentieth stroke onwards, he had passed out and fell to the floor soon after the last one was delivered. Lying there he didn't hear a genuine concern in their voices as the broken skin on his behind started bleeding quite profusely. This anxiety wasn't about him though, they were more worried that he would need to go to hospital and what stories he might tell about them. As he started to come round, they helped him through to his bedroom, stripped his clothes off and laid him face down on his bed where he stayed for the rest of the day. They didn't insist that he got up for when they arrived home after their evening out.. The following morning, though, there was no breakfast in bed and when they made their way down to the kitchen they found him standing there, wearing just his stockings and shoes and staring straight in front of him. His backside was covered in scabs and dried blood, he hadn't made any attempt to clean himself off. Holly, with her medical training realised that he was in shock, so guided him back to his quarters and ran a bath for him. She hadn't ever come across a case like his but knew enough to speak to him gently, bathe his wounds, then after drying him rubbed some antiseptic cream into the broken skin. "He's not going to be up to cooking tonight," she told Jenny. "I'm sure he'll be alright though, we'll just get that catering company man in to do the meal, if he's available, and Bianca can just serve it. He should be more or less over it by tonight." They told him to go back to bed and left him with some water in case he was thirsty and allowed him to sleep it off. They were unwilling to put off the night when Jenny planned to take a man to her bed in the house for the first time and to avoid problems with Bianca, not that she thought there'd be many, they'd arranged for a gay friend of their boyfriends to keep the maid occupied. That way he wouldn't be able to say anything about what she had done, he will have done it himself. The arrangements had been quite complicated, so she didn't want to put it off. Holly wasn't experienced enough to know the effect the beating had on Bianca and thought that providing she gave him a pair of rumba panties, instead of the g-string, it would cover him up enough not to spoil the evening. The caterers sent a chef, Bruce, together with a boy assistant along in the afternoon and they set to work on the dinner while Bianca slept on. At six Holly got him up and helped him dress in the white panties with rows of frills across the back, white stockings and black six inch heeled shoes that locked on his ankles, completing the look of a topless waitress with his small hostess apron. To be on the safe side she gave him a dose of Valium to keep him calm then sent him off to the dining room to lay the table for the four course meal the five were having. She didn't notice how mechanically he was moving, she was more taken by the amusement of seeing the lust on the eyes of the Chef and his assistant. "Bianca," Holly told him, "you can use one of the guest bedrooms tonight, as you'll have company." She didn't realise that the comment didn't register with him. At seven on the dot a car pulled up outside and three men got out. Holly and Jenny greeted them at the door then took them into the small lounge, giving James, Holly's boyfriend a bottle of Champagne to open for them. She had suggested to her sister beforehand that Bianca should come as a surprise at the dinner table. Dennis, the man Jenny had been seeing, introduced Trevor. "I understand that you're tastes extend to both women and men Trevor?" Jenny asked him but didn't wait for an answer. "You've a treat tonight, our maid used to be a man so he's only got two places for you to use and he's a virgin in that respect so you'll have to be a little patient with him." "He is willing though?" Trevor asked. "Oh yes, he's been talking about it all week, although it wouldn't surprise me if he was a little nervous to start with," Holly replied. At seven thirty they seated themselves in the dining room and the topless Bianca appeared with their starters. All the men's eyes stuck out on stalks, there was no question that Trevor fancied him but there was no reaction at all from the maid as he served them. They each had a try to involve him in conversation, but he would only curtsey at each comment. "Trevor asked you if you liked your uniform Bianca, you may answer him," Jenny told him. "Yes Sir," Bianca curtseyed to him then returned to the kitchen for the next course. While Trevor took his answer as affirmative, in fact Bianca hadn't the slightest idea what they were talking about, he had been within earshot but not registered what they were discussing in their conversation. He was working as an automaton, outside stimulation affected him only as far as his automatic responses were concerned but not having any other effect. With the meal over, he cleaned the kitchen, barely aware of the presence of the chef and lad who packed up their things and left. James and Dennis took Holly and Jenny up to their bedrooms with large glasses of Cognac and Trevor brought two glasses out to the kitchen, handing one to Bianca. He didn't get the reaction he expected. He didn't get any reaction. He moved beside the maid and placed a hand on his behind but instead of the expected smile, Bianca grimaced and shrank away from him. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Drink your brandy." Automatically Bianca did as he was told and took a large swig, coughing and spluttering and trying to get his breath back. It had been a long time since he had drunk a neat spirit and it caused the involuntary reaction. Trevor reached out with his hand but the way Bianca had turned it was in the direction of his behind and the maid immediately thought he was trying to spank him. "Sir?" he pleaded. "What's the matter Bianca?" "Sir." His response was to cover his backside "I'm not going to hit you, where's your bedroom? We'll be more comfortable there." He led the man through the door into his quarters where arms were placed round him and he was drawn up into a kiss. For Bianca it meant nothing because the man's hands again rubbed his behind and he broke away automatically with the pain. It was then that Trevor realised that something was wrong. He turned the maid round and slid his panties down. He was horrified at what he found. "Who did this to you?" he asked. "Sir?" Bianca didn't know what he was talking about. "Who whipped you?" "Sir?" He couldn't think. Trevor looked into his eyes and saw how dilated they were. "What's your name?" "Sir?" "What is you name?" At that Bianca gave up his struggle to understand and just stood staring ahead and when Trevor moved his hand quickly towards his face there wasn't the slightest reaction. He didn't even blink. Trevor wasn't a medic but he volunteered in the Territorial Army and had been trained to recognise shock in wounded soldiers and civilians and he could see it now. He went out of the kitchen and up the stairs in the expectation of seeing either Jenny or Holly. He identified their bedrooms without a problem from the sounds of lovemaking going on. He took a decision and returned to the maid's room. "Where are your clothes Bianca?" he asked. When he got no response he opened the closet, only to find it empty, the drawers in the closet only revealed g-strings and some bras. He slipped a bra round the maid's chest then went to the front door of the house where he had noticed a cloakroom. Sure enough he found a number of women's coats. Picking up one that appeared to be the largest he went back to the maid and put it on him. "Come on, we're going for a ride Bianca." He had to almost carry him out to the car. It only took about thirty minutes to get to the hospital where he took Bianca to the Accident Admissions. It took a while to explain why he didn't know anything more about Bianca than his name, that he was male and where he worked. He then had to repeat the story to the triage nurse, then the doctor, then a senior doctor and eventually twice to the police, once telling them all he knew then finally making a formal statement of it which he duly signed. Trevor told the police that he had left the front door of the house unlocked because he expected to have to get back in, so when the police executed a search warrant they didn't bother to knock but went straight up to the bedrooms that Trevor had described. While the sergeant knocked on Holly's door and entered, his inspector did the same to Jenny's. They found both couples sleeping but it didn't take long to wake them up. "Jenny North?" The inspector introduced himself then asked if Dennis was Mr North. "No we're not married," he replied. "My name is actually Jenny Southern, I'm married but estranged," Jenny explained. The officers gave them all time to get some clothes on and come downstairs. He then started questioning them under caution. Establishing that the women lived in the house alone and that the men were visitors. "Do you have a male maid called Bianca?" They agreed they had. "Which of you gave him a beating in the last thirty six hours or so?" They both admitted they had. "You'd better start by giving me Bianca's details, what is his full name?" Jenny had to admit that she was married to him and that his real name was Brian which came as a shock to the men. Jenny had claimed she was divorced and certainly didn't tell them that Bianca was her husband. An officer entered the room carrying a large plastic bag containing the whip they had used on the maid. "It appears to still have blood on it Sir," he reported and took it away for forensic examination. The officer then went on to ask who was Bianca's doctor. "He hasn't seen a doctor for years officer," Jenny told him, "we've only just moved here and not registered with a new one yet." "Mrs Southern, he must have seen a doctor, he's recently been operated on." "Oh, that." Jenny looked quizzically at her sister. "I can help there Inspector, the operation was performed at the Miles Clinic, where I used to work before we moved here." "The name of the doctor in charge?" "Err, I'm not sure who dealt with it," Holly's mind was racing and she quickly decided to give as little information as possible. At that point Trevor returned from the hospital and asked if his friends wanted a lift. "Are we free to go?" James asked. "Yes Sir, we've got your details and we will be arranging for you to make a formal statement later." "What about us?" Jenny asked. "I'm afraid that you're coming to the station with us ladies, I'm going to formally charge you with assault causing actual bodily harm. Go with the officers please." It was three days later when Bianca was able to give a statement himself. It was only then that the extent of the damage done to him became known. "I'm sorry Brian," the doctor told him, "but you were told that your male genitals were simply sewn up inside you and that isn't true. Your testicles have been removed and the blood supply to your penis dramatically reduced, causing long term damage." The next person to see him was a solicitor to arrange both a divorce and civil actions against his wife, her sister and the clinic where the clandestine operation was performed. It was only from this lawyer that he learned that the sisters had inherited the house and a large fortune from an uncle who had died. It was from that money the bribe to Holly's co-workers to perform the operation on him had come. Jenny had decided that if she divorced him he would end up with a handsome payout from her new found wealth and she didn't want that. She discussed the problem with her sister and between them come up with the plan, keeping him on but just as a maid. Once all this was known to his lawyer, he was granted a restraining order preventing them from using their late uncle's magnificent house, so that once he had been discharged from hospital and was able to return there. He immediately felt very lonely, especially in such a big house but he was cheered up by Trevor, who made it his habit to drop by every day to make sure that he was alright. Brian felt guilty that he couldn't be more appreciative of what the man had done for him, but as he explained, he was really just a heterosexual male at heart. Nevertheless a true friendship was quickly formed. Holly's old workplace was the first party to act to his favour. They sacked the staff involved with Holly, provided his solicitor with their names and addresses and arranged hearings with their professional bodies to have them struck off, as was Holly herself. They also arranged to examine him to see what procedure could be done to get him back to as near his original state as possible. Obviously they couldn't restore his testicles but they offered him two options, either of which they would perform free of charge, in addition to any damages he might receive. Either he could have his penis back or he could have a full sex change operation. He was warned that if he opted for maleness, he had probably lost some sensitivity but he could probably, but not certainly, still have erections with the help of medications. He told them he wanted time to think about it. Various criminal trials came next. Each sister got heavily fined and eight years for the variety of charges they faced, and the medics who helped them got between three and six years each. He ended up with the bulk of the uncle's estate and the house, leaving his wife and Holly with very little after they had paid their lawyers as well as their fines. It took a year and many psychiatric visits for him to decide to go the whole hog and become a woman full time. He had vacillated during that year. He eventually decided that if it hadn't been for the compunction of his change, he would have probably enjoyed life in skirts and dresses and he found that he didn't have the sex drive that he had before all this happened. He still thought of himself having sex with women, not men, but the overriding factor was that he just enjoyed life more as a woman. He remained friends with Trevor, even socialising with him, sometimes when he met up with James and Dennis, towards whom he obviously bore no ill will. It was Trevor who brought him a huge bunch of flowers to wake up to after his final operation. He sold the house to a company that wanted a corporate headquarters and bought himself a cottage near the coast complete with thatched roof and rambling roses. The gardens were quite substantial and he, or rather now, she, occupied a lot of her time attending to them. She was now officially Bianca and joined in with many of the local village activities, such as the Women's Institute and volunteered work for a couple of charitable bodies. Trevor still visited from time to time and it was one of those occasions when they had just eaten a lovely meal and had their fill of good wine when Bianca looked him in the eye. "Trevor, I don't know how to put this, but I've been curious about the equipment I've got now. With absolutely no strings attached, would you take me to bed?" He was staggered. "There's only one thing though," she continued, "I know it's not fair on you, but if I say stop at any time, do you think you'd be able to?" "Of course I will Bianca and I feel very honoured." He took her in his arms and led her upstairs. Once in bed he spent a great deal of time relaxing her by suckling on her breasts, which by then had become very sensitive, and stroking up and down her body's erogenous areas. He even found some of the lubricant that he knew she used for dilation which she still occasionally did. He entered her as gently as he could, kissing her and telling her how beautiful she was, even asking occasionally if it was alright to continue. Eventually he started to follow her instructions and go faster and to Bianca's astonishment she felt herself climax at almost the same instance as Trevor, but what an understatement. Her first female orgasm went right through her body and seemed to touch every nerve in the most incredible way. She knew that she didn't look at men she saw every day and think of having sex with them, but she already had a connection with Trevor. She looked on him as the closest friend she could have of any man or woman, she loved his company and always felt deflated when he left to go home. Now she knew it was more than that. They could enjoy sex as well. "Wow," was all she said. "Wow indeed, I didn't hurt you did I?" he replied. "Only if you told me you wouldn't want to do it again," she heard herself giggling. Six months later they married. Dennis was his best man, James gave her away and both their new girlfriends, who Bianca had got to know, acted as her bridesmaids. It was years later, Bianca was pushing her adopted daughter on the swing in her front garden as her son looked on when a delivery arrived. It was just something she had ordered on line and she went to the gate to take the parcel from the driver. It was a woman who she noted looked rather scruffy and had what appeared to be premature greying hair. As they looked at each other there was almost instant recognition. "Jenny!" "Bianca!" Neither knew what to say. She noticed how lined Jenny's face was. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you Bianca." Jenny had tears in her eyes. "It all worked out in the end Jenny." She hesitated, still not knowing what to say. "Are you still living with Holly?" "Holly died in prison, she had ovarian cancer and refused treatment. She just didn't want to go on living." "I'm sorry, I know what she did, but she was still your sister." "Are they your children? I heard you had the operation." "I married Trevor, would you believe that? We had to adopt of course." "I'm happy for you, I'm sorry, I have to get on, there's a sat system in the van and they want to know if I spend too long anywhere." "'Bye Jenny." "'Bye Bianca."