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I had the idea to write perhaps half a dozen short stories on the theme of the baddy getting their comeuppance. This is now my fiftieth in less than a year! I hope they have proved entertaining and although I have another couple in outline, I can't promise to be as prolific in future! I would like to thank the writers of kind comments and especially those who have made constructive criticism, it really is appreciated. Kriz THE SUSPICIOUS WIFE Colin Matthews wasn't happy with life. His wife of six years, Joy, wasn't living up to her name. She was becoming more demanding by the day, now accusing him of looking at other women and probably having an affair. The more he tried to appease her the worse she seemed to get. He had always done more than his fair share of cooking and cleaning, the house had been his family home and was left to him by his parents. Now his wife said that he was doing things probably so that she wouldn't suspect what he was up to. It didn't help that there was a deal of turmoil at work either. Jim Brent, the owner and MD of the company had died unexpectedly five months before, and he had left it all to his daughter Zoe. That wouldn't have been a problem in itself, Colin was the financial wizard of the company, he was good at his job and the new owner soon realised that. The problems were exacerbated after a very few weeks when Zoe's marriage broke up. Her husband blamed his infidelity on her always being wrapped up in work but Colin realised that it was only a Herculean effort on her part that not only held the firm together but was actually increasing their business. He was especially impressed because she was only about his age, thirty, and hadn't worked there before she was thrown into the problems that had cropped up. She had already told him that she wouldn't have been able to cope without his help, but he felt sure that his input had been minimal. It was with this background that he was having the problems at home. "I'm not having an affair." He insisted the week previously on what everyone else called dress down Friday, but he had always maintained his suit and tie appearance. "Then why don't you go in to work in jeans and t-shirt like everyone else?" she replied. "I've never dropped my standards of dress and I've no intention of doing it now." He kissed her cheek as always and left for work. The weekend was spent in a sort of armed truce, he decided just to get on with jobs and keep his head down. After he was gone to work on Monday she phoned her friend, Janice, to have a chat with her and at the same time confirmed lunch that they normally took together every Monday at their golf club. When it came time, they met up in the bar as usual and had a glass of wine each while waiting for their table. She explained her suspicions to Janice yet again, only this time she said that she was sure he was being unfaithful. "Well as you know, I divorced my husband," she commented, "if I hadn't been so slow on the uptake I would have acted differently from the beginning." "What would you have done?" Joy was all ears. "You talked about him and how he dresses for work, why don't you send him to work in a dress? He wouldn't be chasing after the young skirts like that." "How would I be able to get him to do that?" "Oh come off it Joy," Janice laughed, "are you telling me that you can't manipulate a man if you set your mind to it? All you have to do is to get him to promise something vague. He won't realise what you mean until it's too late." "What about his job? Do you think that Zoe Brent would keep him on, not just fire him on the spot?" Joy spoke these words but her mind was racing so she answered her own question. "I could ring her and find out, her husband made a fool of her, so I can't imagine her objecting much." Janice had found out about feminising a husband, but was too late to use the information herself. She enthusiastically passed it on to Joy. "It's very expensive, but I heard of this company that does home visits to do make-overs, they do everything from the top of the head to his toes, here, I've got their number in my diary." She looked it up on her pad. They finished lunch and Joy left it until late in the afternoon to speak to Colin's boss on the phone. "I'm sorry to trouble you Mrs Brent, but I think I have a problem with my Colin. He has been coming home late several nights and although he claims it, I know he hasn't been working. A friend of mine has suggested an easy way to make sure he isn't straying. "Would you sack him if I sent him to work in, shall I say, rather unconventional clothes?" "Colin rarely has any contact with more than a few of the staff, so it doesn't really matter what he wears. In fact I only commented to him last week that I wouldn't think any the less of him if he joined in with dress down days." "That's fine then, thank you, oh, don't say anything to him, will you?" "No I'll leave it to you to surprise him." Zoe had no idea what she was agreeing to. That being sorted, Joy then made arrangements with the company Spectacular Makeovers Ltd. the following day. At the same time she printed a couple of forms off the internet and filled them out. All she had to do was to get Colin to sign them. That evening Joy suggested they ate out as it would save him cooking, they even took a taxi so that drinking wouldn't be a problem. By bedtime he was feeling unusually mellow, so when Joy bought up the subject of his supposed infidelity, he reacted in a concerned way. "I don't know how I can show you that having an affair is the very last thing on my mind." "Would you do anything to prove it to me?" she asked while snuggling up to him. "Of course I would darling, anything." "Really, anything?" "For you my love I'd do anything." "If I had a way for you to prove to me that you weren't pulling a young girl, like Janice's husband, or Mrs Brent's come to that, would you do it?" "I can't imagine what would prove it, but yes." "Promise?" "Yes I promise." She then allowed him to demonstrate his love in a more physical way before they went to sleep. She was busy the rest of the week but he had no idea what awaited him. As was usual at weekends, he got Joy's breakfast on Saturday morning and brought it to her in bed. He ate his before he woke her and it was his habit to shave and shower while she had hers. "Don't do your ablutions yet dear," she called to him, "I have a surprise for you this morning." He had only just taken her tray back to the kitchen when he heard Joy let someone into the house. He thought this odd, they were each still only in their dressing gowns. "This is your surprise darling," Joy called out. "Go with these two young ladies up to our bathroom, they're going to give you a spa treatment plus, today." He showed the women up to their en suite and noted that they were carrying a suitcase each. He'd never had a spa treatment although he knew his wife had them regularly, so he had little idea of what to expect. Whatever it was, it wasn't anything like the first thing they did to him. They stripped him naked and rubbed a lotion all over his body, including his lower face and his privates. It was only after it had been stinging him for several minutes that they allowed him to get into the shower. He watched in horror as all the body hair fell from him and was washed down the drain. His distaste was alleviated somewhat when they massaged him all over with a soothing lotion. One of the women, Kate, draped a towel over the mirror so he couldn't see what was going on as they sat him on a stool and started to work on his hair. This seemed to take an eternity of time, so long in fact that they all had two cups of coffee supplied by Joy, to help them along. His wife was also careful to close the door to the bedroom and he couldn't guess what the people were doing that seemed to be walking backwards and forwards the other side. Then they coated his hair in a foul smelling substance, eventually washing it out and drying it. They pulled out a number of his eyebrow hairs ('to tidy them up') then coated his face with various, brushed on liquids in different places, drying them off with a UV lamp. They had him stand, and under the cover of the towel he had wound round his waist, they pulled a pair of underpants up his legs. They were in a roll when he stepped into them and when they got to his crotch the woman, Lyn this time, warned him that they were going to be a bit uncomfortable to get on, but that he would soon get used to them. She spent time fiddling with his penis, then pulled it back between his legs, squeezing his testicles, then rolled the garment up his torso, preceding it with a cold liquid as it went. Then he was told to sit down again, something that felt odd as he was almost sitting on his penis, then a scarf was wrapped round his face so he couldn't see. They were doing something to his fingers, then that cold liquid was painted on his chest and weights attached. Lastly he felt a pain in each earlobe and he knew his ears had just been pierced. They stood him up and walked him into the bedroom in front of a full length mirror before removing the scarf with a flourish. At first he saw a naked blonde woman in front of him, then his wife came and stood next to him and he saw that she was standing with the naked woman. He let out a pained yelp as he realised he was looking at himself in the mirror. His relatively short, mousey brown hair was down passed his shoulders and blonde, his make up was perfect and emphasised his blue eyes and the pale lilac eye shadow matched the amethyst stones in his earrings. His lips were a luscious red and when he moved his hand he realised that his nails matched the colour and had somehow grown at least half an inch in the morning. His toenails also matched the red. What were amazing were the prosthetics, his breasts and groin. If he hadn't know he would have taken them for real, he certainly couldn't see any joins. The slit between his legs looked as if he could really have sex with a man and the garment of flesh coloured latex covered him from crotch to waist except for the cheeks of his backside that were exposed by holes. There were also holes to allow his bodily functions. Both the breasts and faux vagina devices were stuck in place and try as he might he couldn't lift even a small edge, the glue was that strong. "You'll have to sit down to pee and wipe afterwards now," Kate told him. "If you've finished admiring yourself, we'll help you get dressed." "Now hang on a minute." He was slowly regaining his senses. "I'm not going to put a skirt on." "You're going to get some looks if you don't." Joy laughed. "Perhaps that's what you want." "What's going on here?" he demanded. "Remember on Monday night you promised me every which-way that you would do anything for me? Well this is it. Are you going back on your word?" "Well no, of course I won't, come on, let's get this over with." Between them, the women and Joy helped him on with the clothes that had been laid out on the bed ready. The first item was what Joy called his panties but were nothing more than a small triangle of red satin with narrow elastics that held it in place. Lyn showed him how to roll self supporting stockings up his legs while the others variously helped with a red satin bra and holding out a pastel lilac dress for him to step into. The ensemble was finished with shoes that matched his dress and sported four inch heels. He spent some time, first of all complaining about the height of the shoes, then when that didn't work, practicing walking in them while Kate and Lyn packed up their things and bid them goodbye. Joy gave them a handsome tip before they left. "What's all this really about?" he asked. "Well Clare, do you think you'll be able to pick up women dressed like that?" "What's with 'Clare'?" He had caught the name even though she didn't say it very loud. "I can hardly call you Colin if we're in a restaurant or a shop, can I? I thought Clare would enable you to keep your initials, instead of Colin David Matthews you will be Clare Davina Martin. You will be my wife so you can take the surname I was born with." "I'm not going to do that. The idea is ridiculous." "It's already done." She had a huge grin across her face. "During the week I had some help and you remember those forms I told you were for my nomination to be women's captain at the golf club you signed for me, well here is your new driving licence and confirmation of your change of name by deed pole. You really should read what you sign you know." He snatched the licence away from her and looked at the photo. It was definitely him but with make up and the hair colour he had now. "Yes I know it's a photo-shopped picture, but it's so good it could easily be one taken now." "What about Monday when I drive to work in my proper clothes? I'll need the licence in my real name." "Don't be silly darling, you'll be driving to work in skirts or dresses." "No I won't, I know what I promised but it would get me the sack to turn up like this." "I've already spoken to Mrs Brent and she has no problem with it. Besides, these are the only clothes you have now and that make up you're wearing will last several weeks, it's semi-permanent, so you'd look silly in men's clothes." He rushed to his closet but instead of his suits and casual clothes, all it was filled with were dresses and skirts and where he kept his shirts were blouses. He opened his underwear drawers but they were now filled with bras, panties and hosiery. "What have you done? You'll make me a laughing stock." "That won't happen, you're too pretty for that. Look at yourself, is there anything masculine about you at all?" He looked in the mirror again and he felt a wave of depression flow over him. All that he valued about himself, his bearing and smartness was part of the stability he thought the person responsible for the finance in a company should look and now it was gone. He never had an ounce of prejudice against people of doubtful gender, he always maintained the right of anyone to live their lives however they wished, but being forced to change his life so radically was more than he could bear. He sat down hard on the bed and put his head in his hands and cried. Joy decided to leave him alone instead of comforting him. She had telephoned Janice and met up with her at her house, impatient to tell her how things had gone so perfectly. "I am a bit worried that I'll be living with a sour face husband though, he does seem rather miserable." "Well don't live with a moody husband, tell him that if he doesn't like being your wife, you'll take him on as your housemaid." They both laughed at the prospect of Colin being Clare the maid, with a little sexy costume, mincing round the house with his feather duster. She didn't return home until early evening, only to find that it didn't look as if Clare had moved. "Buck up your ideas Clare, we're going out to dinner." When her husband didn't move she came over and shook him. He slowly stirred and as if in a dream did whatever he was told which was primarily to wipe the tears from his face. "Just as well they used that make up on you, it would be a terrible mess now if they hadn't." She got no reaction from him. They went to a local restaurant and were seated at a table in an alcove, the waiter handed him a menu but he didn't even open it. He sat with eyes just staring blankly ahead. As it was obvious that he wasn't going to choose, she ordered for him. As they waited for their meal she tried to engage him in conversation, but she had no response. She ate her meal and while she cut some of his up and fed him some morsels from her fork, he chewed them and she had finished her meal by the time he had swallowed his first mouthful. She paid the bill and took him home. On the way she phoned Janice and asked her to come round to meet them when they got there. She took one look at Clare and slapped him hard across the face. It achieved the desired result but they packed him off to bed while they enjoyed a nightcap of his best Cognac. Sunday morning saw him return to at least partial normality, he cooked and delivered her breakfast to her in bed, then got dressed in the clothes Joy had laid out for him. He mechanically continued through the day with a routine but seeming to take no interest in cleaning the house and preparing the evening roast dinner. Joy decided that she would carry out the nuclear option on Monday evening if he didn't improve. His first working morning as Clare had Joy organise him into a pale blue suit, the skirt of which was so short she told him he had to wear pantyhose rather than stockings. He was equipped with matching blue handbag and shoes, again with four inch heels. She decided that he might try to back out of going, so drove him herself and saw him into the building before she went on to do some shopping. Although he was early, his secretary/P.A., Patricia (Trish) Goddard was already at her desk and her immediate reaction was to ask the woman who had wondered in, if she could be of assistance. "It's me Trish," he mumbled to her and went into his office and closed the door. Ever since Zoe had taken over the running of the business from her late father, she had always insisted that if any of the staff, from manager down to cleaner, had a problem that couldn't be solved any other way, they should come to her. For the first time Trish felt she had to avail herself of that offer. She rang through to Mrs Brent's secretary and asked if she could have an appointment urgently. Realising that it must be something serious for Trish to ask, she told her to come straight up. Colin was entitled to an office on the top floor but for a long time now he had always refused it, being happier instead to have one on the same floor as all his staff. Trish therefore had to go up a floor to get to the executive offices. Zoe Brent was always in early, so saw Trish and asked her what the problem was. "It's Mr Matthews Mrs Brent, he's come in to work different in every way, for a start he's wearing a skirt suit and high heels, he's blonde with long hair and wearing make up. I didn't recognise him." "So she did it." Zoe looked at the shocked expression on Trish's face. "It's really that bad?" "It's worse Ma'am, you'll have to see for yourself." Wondering at the back of her mind if Trish was exaggerating, she followed her back down to Colin's office, knocked and went in without waiting for an answer. If anything Trish had understated it, if she hadn't been told who it was behind Colin's desk she wouldn't have believed it. "My God Colin, Joy's really gone to town on you, hasn't she?" "I'm sorry Zoe, if you want my resignation I'll do it straight away." "Of course I don't want you to resign Colin, did you go along with this willingly?" "Far from it." He sighed. "I didn't know what was going on until it was more or less finished. I don't know what got into Joy to do this." "Did you do your own make up this morning? It looks very good." "That's one of the problems I'm afraid. To make sure I'm stuck like this she arranged for it to be permanent, I'm going to have it on for weeks before it will wear out." "Colin, will you come to lunch with me, we can discuss your problem after I've given it some thought." "I haven't much of an appetite I'm afraid." "Then come up to my office and I'll arrange some sandwiches. OK?" "Yes, I'll be there Zoe, but I have to tell you that my appearance is not the only thing she's changed." He took out his wallet and gave her hi driver's licence. "Clare Davina Martin!" She exclaimed. "I'm sure we can sort something out, I'll see you upstairs at half twelve if that's alright with you?" He agreed to that and actually found he was feeling a little better, having a sympathetic person to talk to. He got engrossed in analysing the latest returns until Trish came in with his coffee. "I gather your wife forced you into this Colin, that's awful, I'm so sorry. I'll field any staff that want to see you unless it's something serious, will that help?" "Yes, it will Trish, than you." True to her word, he saw no one until it was time to lunch with Zoe and he was able to finish the returns to give to Zoe. As he was approaching her office he almost bumped into Ron, the sales manager as he was leaving for lunch. Fortunately the man didn't show any sign of recognition, but the lecherous look he got wasn't something he could miss. Zoe already had the sandwiches laid out together with a bottle of white wine, something that wasn't lost on him. Neither of them ever drank at lunchtime when there was work to do in the afternoon. "I thought we could both do with a little alcohol today?" She made the comment a question and he readily agreed. "Now, what do you want to do about this?" "I don't know what to do about it, I wish I did." "How does it feel to be in a skirt?" "I'll be honest with you Zoe, the same as I've always been. If I wasn't at work where I feel humiliated, I don't think I'd mind it. There's something about the clothes that I find, I don't know quite how to put it, comfortable, I suppose is the nearest I can get but it is an understatement. The problem is, as much as anything, it's caused me to question if I still love Joy, and the answer isn't something I would have expected. When we were first married I thought she was my everything, she was kind and thoughtful and couldn't do enough for me. Now I find that she takes what I do in the home for granted, she is, and I hate to say it, lazy. I told her she has no need to work, yet I find I am taking on most of the housework as well as my job, and on top of that she has developed an insanely jealous streak. I don't know if it's her friend's experiences, I don't know if you know Janice Long, but her husband ran off with a younger woman and I guess that you can tell, your husband's name has cropped up as well. I don't know what to do to convince her I'm not like that. We're going through a sticky patch at the moment but I'm determined to get over it. Just talking like this to you has helped me to get my thoughts together." "What I think you should do is to take the week off. You've given me your figures for the last quarter so I can't believe you have anything pressing. I'll drop in later in the week to see if there is anything I can contribute." Zoe sat back in her chair. "How does that sound?" He returned to his office to find Trish lunching at her desk. "I thought I'd better not go out in case something came up that I could deal with rather than them coming to look for you," she said. "Is there anything else I can do?" "I've had a chat with Mrs Brent and I'm going to take the rest of this week off, I must try to see if there is anything I can do to get things back to normal. You can reach me on the phone if there's anything urgent. Oh, and thank you for everything Trish, I appreciate it." Not having his car there, he called a cab and with only his handbag to carry, he left work. Joy was surprised but delighted to find him come home just after she had finished arranging things the way she wanted them. "I've taken the week off to get this business sorted out Joy." He wanted to have a serious discussion with her, sitting down, but she remained standing so he did as well. "Good, it will give you time to get used to your position Clare. You've been sulking since you agreed to go along with what I ask you. Because of your ill will, I've decided that you need to be shown exactly what is required of you." "Joy, what are you talking about?" "You gave me your word that you would accept any measure I wanted, but ever since you've acted as if you hadn't agreed with me. This week will be the perfect opportunity for you to appreciate the clothes you've been given and be grateful. I'm not going to let you wear those nice clothes until you appreciate them. If you do as you're told willingly I'll allow you to have them back for when you return to work. Come with me." With him complaining that he wanted to talk, she led him upstairs to their smallest guest bedroom. Take off your suit and blouse. He suddenly thought that she had seen sense, but he wanted to know how he was going to get the make up off his face. She took his discarded clothes and his shoes, apparently to put them away in their bedroom. In moments she was back. "I've decided that you shouldn't wear those suits and lovely dresses until you tell me you want to." He smiled with relief but it was short lived. "You do much of the housework here, so I decided that you should be dressed appropriately." She opened the clothes closet in the small room to show the contents, four very short and frilly dresses, two black, one pink and one lilac. On the floor were three pairs of shoes, one each matching the colours of the dresses. "What are these?" he asked, thrown off balance mentally by the sudden turn of events. "You need to be shown that when you give me your word about something, you not only need to carry it out, you need to do it cheerfully as well. You will wear the black dresses during the day, the pink in the evenings and the lilac one if we have visitors or if the pink one is in the wash. You have shoes to match and I expect you properly dressed, complete with cap and apron, at all times. Importantly, I also expect you to wear a cheerful smile, even when you don't feel like it." Wearing only a bra, panties and pantyhose, he lifted one of the black dresses out and measured it against himself, noticing for the first time the voluminous petticoats sewn into the skirt section. "This is a maid's dress!" he exclaimed. "Correct Clare, how observant of you." She smiled. "Once you accept your situation and beg me to allow you back into nice clothes, then you can get back into them, but don't expect that before next Sunday, will you?" "Joy this is getting completely out of hand." "No it isn't, I have it completely in hand. My bedroom door is locked, so these are the only clothes you have to wear, unless you want to do your chores in your underwear of course. Also you have to earn the right to call me by my name by being of a pleasant disposition, until then I am 'Madam' to you, understand?" He didn't reply, instead he just stared at her with an open mouth. "Do you understand?" she repeated. "Have you gone mad?" he asked. She punched him hard in the face, causing him to fall to the floor. Joy worked out at least four times every week and was strong for a woman, Clare was the opposite, moving sheets of paper wasn't conducive to building muscles. In any case, he would never have considered hitting a woman. "Yes, I understand." "You understand what?" "I understand Madam." "By the time I've finished with you, Clare, you won't consider looking at other women. Now get to work, clean the kitchen and dining room then prepare my evening meal." He stepped into the dress and worked the zip up the back with some difficulty, neatly tied the small apron round his waist then Joy showed him how to pin the tiny cap to the top of his head, making sure the trailing ribbons were to the back. Lastly he stepped into the black patent shoes and did up the ankle strap. He had to cope with heels five inches high, an inch more than he had been getting used to. Joy led the way back down the stairs but peeled off into their lounge where she picked up a book and made herself comfortable. Clare went on to the kitchen but was only there five minutes when he heard a bell ringing. He ignored it at first, but by the third time he heard it he went to investigate. Joy was laid back in her chair. "Bring me a pot of tea Clare and don't take so long next time I ring." No please or thank you. Clare organised the tea things on a tray and took it in to his wife, placing it on the coffee table in front of her without a word, turned and walked out. He had barely got back to the kitchen when the bell rang again. He returned and stood in front of her. "The next time I tell you something you will politely acknowledge it, now do so." "Yes Madam." Then he turned to walk out. "I think it would be nicer if you were to curtsey." She smiled. "I'm not curtseying to my wife." He left her without another word. Some fifteen minutes later he heard her ring, but when he entered the room she stepped out from behind the door and grabbed him. She forced his arm up behind his back and steered him over the back of one of their easy chairs. Bent forward like that his tiny skirt and crinolines left his behind exposed, even showing the back elastic of his g-string. Once he was off balance and couldn't easily move, she maintained the grip on his arm with her left hand and started to hit him with a garden cane held in the other. He was soon pleading with her to stop. "Are you going to curtsey to your Mistress in future?" She emphasised the word Mistress. "Yes stop!" he cried out. "Are you sure?" "Yes Mistress, I'm sure." "Are you going to object to anything else I tell you to do?" "No, Mistress, please stop." It was only then that she stopped the beating and let him regain his feet. "Take the tea things out, I've finished with them," she ordered. He picked up the items, replaced them on the tray curtseyed to her and took them back to the kitchen. "Don't forget your place," she called out after him, "you eat after I've finished and you've cleared up." In the early evening he got their meal started then changed into his pink uniform and was upset even more when he found that the matching pink shoes had even higher heels, they must have been six inches high. This made standing just behind and one side of Joy as she ate, topping up her wine, water or bread rolls as required agony for him. When she went to bed she locked the door again behind her so that he couldn't gain access to his former bedroom. The next morning she made some phone calls then told him that she was having a dinner party that evening and he should prepare six meals and wear his lilac uniform and shoes. He curtseyed acknowledgement and started to plan out a four course meal with what he had in the house, but when she went out, without saying anything to him, he rang Zoe. "I know about the meal tonight, Colin," she told him, "I've been invited." He told her what had happened since he arrived home from work and together they decided on a plan of action. He then got on with what he had to do and that included changing into his lilac uniform, again with six inch heels. From six thirty Joy's guests started to arrive, they were all divorced except one that was widowed. Janice was the first, followed by two more women from her golf club, where she really did have aspirations to become women's captain. Michelle and Victoria would be very influential, they had implied that if she could show that she ran her house well, they would back her. Harriet was also a member but she lived next door, but one, to Joy and Colin and as she wanted her control of her husband to become common knowledge, making it even more difficult for him to escape from it. As each arrived he had to open the door, curtsey to them and ask what they would like to drink. After that he had to bring nibbles through from the kitchen on silver platters. At first the three ladies not in on the arrangements hadn't recognised Clare but it wasn't long before Janice had informed them. Zoe was the last to arrive and had trouble covering up her shock at the reality of the situation Clare was in. By the time they all sat at the table, joy was preening herself at the way things were going. She gave them a detailed description of how she had arranged changing Colin's name to Clare Davina Martin. Then Zoe began to join in the conversation. "So why did you do this Joy, was it because he didn't help round the house?" she asked. "Well no, he was always quite good in that respect." "Perhaps you felt he should take a share in cooking?" "No, he was always a good cook, I'm hopeless!" she exclaimed, making a joke of it that the others, except Janice, failed to share. When she realised what was happening she quickly had to regain the ground. "He was having an affair." That was her trump card. "How extraordinary," Zoe said. "When did he have the time for that?" "Well he used to say he had to stay late at the office, but he was only your glorified bookkeeper so there was no real reason." "Oh you're mistaken there Joy." Everyone looked at Zoe. "I asked him to work late many times after my father died, I had him do an in depth analysis of our trading over a five year period to establish the strengths and weaknesses of the business, so I knew how to proceed. Because of that I have now increased the business by forty percent since then and I owe it all to him. If he hadn't turned up at work dressed as you sent him yesterday I was going to make him a director and given him shares in the company. I left very shortly after him every night and I drive past here on my way home. By that time his car was always in your drive. So tell us, what's the real reason?" "A director?" Joy's voice was faint, she always wanted to be married to a successful businessman, she dreamt that it would open all the social doors she craved. "And with shares in the company," Zoe repeated to rub it in. "Why didn't you?" Joy asked, dreading the answer. "Well it would mean almost certainly working rather more irregular hours and I was under the impression that with troubles at home he would be torn by a possible lack of support. I wanted to find out more before I committed myself." "I can give him support," she replied, rather too quickly and was surprised by the sound of a knock at the front door. Zoe waited before she said any more and they could hear someone being let in. Clare was confirming his name then showed the visitors into the dining room. They were two men and a woman. "Mrs Joy Matthews?" the first man asked Joy and she confirmed she was. "My name is Robert Wells of solicitors Wells, Green and Wells. I represent your husband Colin David Matthews now known as Clare Davina Martin. This is a notification of divorce proceeding together with a restraining order. You are not to approach closer than one hundred metres of his person or contact him by telephone or other electronic means and this is an eviction notice to take effect immediately." Joy couldn't understand what was happening and then the woman stepped forward. "Mrs Joy Matthews, my name is Detective Inspector Carla Hughes and I am arresting you for misrepresentation for purposes of fraud and for causing actual bodily harm to one Colin David Matthews, other charges may follow." She then handcuffed Joy and read her rights. "Clare, I mean Colin, how could you?" was all she managed to say before she was lead out of the house and into a waiting police car. "I'm afraid the shows over folks," Clare told Joy's erstwhile guests. "There is no meal I'm afraid so you'd better get off home. Zoe stayed alongside Clare while they saw the others leave, then they both grinned at each other. "When I told you last month that I thought I'd fallen in love with you, I never envisaged this happening." She laughed. "It's ironic that you told me that although you thought a lot of me, you had marriage vows that you took very seriously. Now you're going to be released from them." "The word ironic seems to fit the folly of my assumption in this instant, thinking that Joy treated them as seriously as me. It seems that unfounded jealousy has thrown me from my wife and into your arms. It is ironic that the very thing she thought would put another woman off, her putting me in skirts, you found so sexy." "It won't take long for your solicitor to have that paperwork annulled, but could Clare come back just occasionally, just for me?" "I'm sure that can be arranged Madam." He laughed. "I told you that I thought that if I hadn't been forced into these clothes so cruelly, I probably would have enjoyed them. There is certainly something very compelling about them." Bob Wells came through to the hall where they were standing, they had forgotten about him. "If I can tear you two from your reverie, I've a fistful of forms for you to sign on the dining room table. I'm afraid that you're still legally Clare until I can get these before a judge and that may not be until next week. I'll get a photographer along tomorrow morning to record your looks before you do anything about them, nine o'clock not too early?" "No that will be fine." "The other thing is; Joy will want personal things out of the house, insist that she comes with her lawyer and kick them out if she makes too many attempts to speak to you. She'll have to come back when police are here if that happens." Satisfied with the completion of the forms, the solicitor said goodbye and left Zoe and Clare alone. "I'd ask you to stay, but it wouldn't seem right, not until I'm actually divorced," Clare told her. "I know Clare, there's too much of Colin in you, but I can wait so long as it doesn't take an eternity." Zoe kissed him on the lips for the very first time and he nearly changed his mind before she got in her car and drove off. The next day, after a succession of photographs had been taken of him in the different uniforms, as well as the outfit he'd had to wear to work on the Monday, he rang the Spectacular Makeovers company. Bob Wells had already spoken to them, warning them of the intended law suit, so they were more than happy to send someone over to try to put things right with the 'permanent' make up. They used a very strong solvent and managed to take most of it off and told him that it was too strong to use for long so they would repeat the treatment once every day until it was gone. The prosthetics, the breasts and 'vagina' were removed with a different solvent, but while he was still dressed, he could put the 'breasts' loose in his bra and use the lower device, pulled on like a pair of panties. As the remnants of make up were still visible, he put some ordinary make up over the top, to go out en femme to get himself some male clothes. All his old ones had been given to charity but it wasn't unusual for menswear sales staff to deal with women buying for their husbands or boyfriends. 'Rather different from the other way round' Clare thought to himself how embarrassed men were buying for their women. When he got back there was a message to phone his wife's solicitor, and they arranged for her to collect what she needed at seven that evening. "I'm so sorry Colin," was all his wife was able to say to him before the lawyer separated them, Clare going to the kitchen to start his evening meal while she packed what she needed for at least the medium term. He agreed with her lawyer that she would leave the bulk of her personal items pending the outcome of the divorce settlement. By the weekend his face was presentable so he phoned Zoe to say that he was going into the office for a short while on Saturday morning to catch himself up with what was going on. Zoe met him there. "I'm not a hundred percent pleased to see you back Colin," she told him. "You know that I was really rather taken by Clare, I must have some latent lesbian tendencies that I wasn't aware of." "I'm sure Clare will be making a regular appearance," he replied, "so long as I can let her out only when I want." "I promise that she won't be required to serve at any dinner parties, unless she wants to, that is." They both laughed. Colin took her in his arms and kissed her. You've no idea how often I've wanted to do that in my office," Colin told her. Both the criminal case, civil case and the divorce were handled in record time. The former resulted in Joy being imprisoned for three years, in the latter she left the marriage with less than she came into it. He won the house, it was his old family home after all, the contents of their bank accounts and damages which she had to pay out of the inheritance she had from her parents, compensating him for pain, humiliation and replacement of clothes. She was only allowed to collect her remaining clothes, family photos and other strictly personal memorabilia from the home. A little over three months later Colin and Zoe got married. It was over the Christmas to New Year period and they just left a skeleton staff to run the business, taking all the others for the week, with their families and expenses paid, to the Canary Islands for the ceremony. Zoe kept her position as Chairman of the company, Colin was made Managing Director. Two other directors were also taken on, so that the newly weds had less pressure on them from work. One Saturday evening in the middle of January, Colin told Zoe that he was going to cook something special and it was going to be a surprise, so keep out of the kitchen. At seven, as she was reading a book and drinking a gin and tonic, the door opened and a lilac uniformed maid appeared. "Dinner is served, Madam." "Thank you Clare, I'm so pleased to see you back." Zoe couldn't stop herself giggling. Agreeing to the maid's request, they both sat at their dining table and ate together, disturbed only by Zoe's stocking foot rubbing up and down Clare's. By mutual consent they skipped desert. "Why do you think Joy did what she did to you Colin?" Zoe asked one day. "I don't really know, but she always had visions of grandeur for herself, she must have known I wasn't having an affair." "I don't know either, but do you think she had a woman's instinct that I loved you?" "Maybe. I might love the clothes, but I'll never understand women."