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COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS "I'm afraid it's as bad a case of gynecomastia as I've seen, Bruce," the doctor told me. "I've checked your hormone levels and they've gone a lot awry, I'll give you a booster shot though and we'll see if that has any effect." I'd put off doing anything about my problem for months but my wife had got exasperated and made the appointment with our friend Jenny Moore, a doctor, and it was her who was now giving me several injections. I don't like them at the best of times and having four on the trot was definitely not the best of times. Denise and I had been married four years, we did it as soon as I was twenty one and got my inheritance. Things had gone well until, as I said, a few months ago. Well I suppose it was more like over a year ago. "Bruce, you're growing breasts," Denise told me one day back then. "Hardly," I replied, "but my nipples have been very sore lately, it must be one of my shirts, I'm allergic to a particular dye perhaps." It was only weeks after that I failed in my husbandly duties one night. Denise didn't complain, especially when I satisfied her with my tongue. I've always been quite skilful in that regard, so she told me, even going so far as to say that she had really always preferred to be made love to like that. With that as an excuse for a long time after, we enjoyed each other in the sixty nine positon. It was the reason that Denise didn't really have occasion to notice if my chest was getting better, but when she did, boy did I go through it. "I got you those tablets from Jenny as you wouldn't go to see her, have you been taking them?" I swore that I had. For a long time Jenny had been giving us both multi-vitamens to take, but once Denise had told her about my symptoms, she had switched mine to new ones. Aware of the changes in the shape of my body, I developed a sort of hunched walk, to try to hid what were becoming rather large assets that I really shouldn't have. That was why I had ended up actually going to see the doctor. Denise was with me, embarrassing though it was for me, and she showed her shock at the state of my chest. "He can't get hard for me either Jenny," my wife added to the sight, making me cringe. "Let's have a look at you down there Bruce." And she had me, naked now except for my socks, up on her examination table. She huffed and sighed a bit, then told me to get dressed. I don't think that it would have been quite so bad if the doctor wasn't someone that regularly came to our house for dinner or otherwise socialised with us. I had a nightmare of her at the dinner table saying; 'pass the salt Bruce and by the way I don't like the look of your balls'! Telling us her verdict was though, even worse than that. "I'm afraid that you seem to have the hormones racing through your body at a rate that would be a great deal more than I would expect from a pubescent girl. I have to admit that I'm out of my depth on this one, however, we won't be beaten. I have a friend who is a specialist and I'm going to send all your test results to her, I have no doubt that she'll come up with something. In the meantime I want you to consider something. I'm afraid that it will be rather embarrassing for you both, but Bruce's breasts must be supported or it will involve much more scarring when we come to remove them," She held up her hand. "Yes you will need surgery to get rid of them Bruce, getting your hormones back in sync won't be enough." She got out a tape measure. "I'll give you your measurements, so at least you won't have to have that done in a lingerie store... You'll need a thirty six 'C' cup, get ones that support from underneath, you know Denise, 'lift and separate'. It might also be a good idea, as you are going to have to put up with that, to go the whole hog and support your testicles as well. I think Denise you should also get him some silk panties, they will give support but at the same time allow them to cool properly, you need to get air to them." This was getting worse by the minute. "You're not suggesting that I'm changing sex, are you Jenny?" "Oh no, that can't happen, but you do seem to be losing all your male characteristics. I obviously can't be sure, but your testicles do seem considerably undersize which would be consistent with the other things going on." The trouble was that Jenny could be sure about my balls. Before I started to date my wife, I had quite a fling with Jenny herself, who was rather older than me, and it was while I was dating her that I got to know her friend Denise. We'd been broken up by mutual consent, although I found Jenny very bossy, some time before I took up with her friend who I eventually married. So I'm afraid Jenny was able to make a 'then and now' comparrison of my size. Of course neither of us mentioned that. We'd lost touch with Jenny when Denise and I went to one university and she went to one specialising in medicine, but once she was qualified Denise had been pleasantly surprised to find her now our G.P. I was a little less delighted, expecting the sort of dinner party problem that I'd already mentioned. By the time we left the surgery I was as depressed as Denise was happy. "Look at it this way Darling," she told me, "at least we're doing something about it. If you hadn't left it so long it would probably be better by now." Instead of going straight home we drove into town where, much to my distress, we parked near the shopping centre and Denise led me to the largest of the department stores. She made straight for the lingerie department where I had to look on while she held up a variety of bras for me to chose from. "I don't know the difference between them Denise and to be perfectly frank, I don't really care. You choose and I'll be quite happy." Most of those she selected were in sets, including panties and suspender belts, and she giggled when she said that she was going to buy me some stockings to wear with them. I didn't find her little joke funny. While she paid I saved time queuing and went to the cafeteria to get coffees. Once we were sitting down she told me how much the bill was. "How much?" I exclaimed. "You don't realise the cost of silk clothing, all those little silk worms don't come cheap. Never mind Darling, you're worth it." She could see how unhappy I was, and not just at the bill she'd just shown me. "Darling, when we decided to spend the rest of our lives together it was for better or for worse. I love you very much and we'll get through this together." She nearly brought me to tears, telling me that. It seemed to me that I was far more worried about my condition than she was, but perhaps she was only trying to raise my morale. This was certainly consistant with what she did when we got home. She took me by the hand up to our bedroom and had me strip off. Then she dressed me in what I think was the most feminine of all the bras, a feather light confection of silk and delicate lace. I was quite shocked when I felt how firmly the delicate material held me, comfortably as well, I realised that I had just got used to the weight of my chest pulling down all the time. Now, even if I say so myself, I had a pair of very seductive looking breasts, my breasts, just inches from my chin it seemed. When I stepped into the matching panties I found these so comfortable and soft after my boxers I was quite taken aback. Not content with these, Denise fitted the garter belt round my waist then rolled a pair of sheer silk stockings up my legs, passing the suspenders under the panties before hooking them to the stocking tops. "Oh Darling." Denise could hardly speak the words. She caught hold of me, kissed me passionately and pushed me down onto the bed. We then proceeded to make love with our hands and mouths, her sucking on my soft little penis until I felt myself cum. As we lay on the bed afterwards, arms round each other, she whispered in my ear. "That was wonderful my love, I know it wasn't, what shall I say, conventional, but it was wonderful." We lay longer, relishing the afterglow, when she added. "Your legs could do with getting rid of that hair, the stockings will feel so much better without it." She helped me out of bed and undressed me before covering my body, everywhere, with a cream which she told me to leave on for fifteen minutes. It was quite a relief to get into the shower after the allotted time and very strange to watch my body hair disappearing down the drain of the shower. Once I was dried off, Denise helped me rub a pleaseant smelling lotion on my body before helping me dress again in a new set of undies, including stockings. I discovered that she was certainly correct about the feel of the stockings on my hairless legs. For the first time since our honeymoon, we returned to bed and a repeat performance of our love making. Recovering for the second time, my wife told me that she couldn't understand her own reaction to me in the underwear, the way it turned her on so much. Then she suggested that as I was going to have to wear the women's undies, why didn't I try wearing the rest of the clothes? In view of her reaction, together with the support she was showing me, I couldn't refuse. We weren't so very different in body size, in detail perhaps, Denise was larger round the hips but smaller round the waist but as a result of my condition we were much the same up top. When it came to putting on her clothes I was surprised that the margins of difference in waist and hips seemed to have become less marked. It was her who pointed out that it was something else that we should take up with Jenny when we next saw her. It seemed that my other body measurements were becoming more feminine. Once I had on the first dress she stood back and looked at me. "You know I've had a thought. Until you get well again it might be better for you to dress en femme. You wouldn't have to walk round stooped over all the time, you've admitted it gives you back ache. I wouldn't have thought of it before, but now I can see that you would actually make quite an attractive woman." This wasn't what I was expecting and was a step too far for me. "Let me just fiddle with your hair and put a little make up on you and if you look silly we'll forget the whole idea, OK?" I didn't look silly. In fact I looked better as a 'proud woman', as Denise put it, than a hunch-backed man. Even with my hair just combed into a sort of bob, I had meaning to get it cut but I quite liked it on the long side, and a bare minimum of make up, it framed what appeared to be a very definite woman's face. "Do you look silly?" she asked me. "No. but I feel silly," I replied, putting up the last vestiges of masculinity. "What about when I find a job?" I added. I feel I should mention here that although I had been the proverbial 'trust fund kid', I received my full inheritance at the age of twenty one. I had no need of the income from gainful employment. Since our marriage I had played at different things, mainly charitable foundations looking for volenteers. In recent months I had become bored and felt that my university degree in IT shouldn't be wasted. I had only put off applying for posts by my physical problems, but I resolved that as soon as they became normalised, I would seriously look for something. "Wouldn't it be fun to find a job as a woman?" Denise was being serious although a smile wasn't far from her lips. I wasn't in favour of that idea so just let it hang rather than start talking about anything controversial. I did stay in the clothes she had dressed me in for dinner though, they were not only comfortable, they were actually quite nice to wear. At bedtime Denise told me to leave my undies on, including the stockings and gave me a pair of mule slippers with a two inch heel and a fluffy garnish on the toe, together with a baby doll nightie, very short to wear to bed. She told me that she was too exhausted now, but that I should be ready to seduce her in the morning. We both dropped off to sleep quickly, but were both awakened by crackles and bangs coming from downstairs about two o'clock in the morning. The smell of smoke told us what was happening and a glow under the bedroom door warned me. "Don't open the door!" I shouted to Denise, who was just about to. "The fire's already on the landing outside." We heard fire engines outside so went to the window to show ourselves. They were still unrolling hoses from the engines as the turntable ladder came round to the window with a fireman on top. I suddenly realised what I was wearing and told Denise I had to find some of my clothes. By this time heavy smoke was coming under to door. "You don't have time, get on the ladder," she shouted at me. We had no sooner got out of the window when the door gave way and a shower of sparks and flames shot across the room. Only a minute or so later and we would not have been rescued. When we arrived in the garden a familiar figure came running up to us. "Thank God you're safe." Jenny was holding blankets for us. We couldn't remain there and chat, the house was starting to collapse. A paramedic came to take us to an ambulance but Jenny waved him away. "They'll come round to my surgery, just round the corner, then they can stay the rest of the night with me." We were ushered straight into a police car, us in the back, Jenny in the front and the driver dropped us at her door. It wasn't until we were inside her house that the toe-curling embarrassment of the situation hit me. Here was I, in the middle of the night at a friend's house, clad only in a baby doll nightie with bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings as accessories. I even had a pair of fluffy pink mules on my feet. "Oh Jenny, you'll have to forgive the way Bruce is dressed, we weren't expecting to receive company." They both looked at me. Then they started to giggle. It turned into full blown laughter. In the end they even had me smiling, though what about I have no idea. I think on my part it was just the sudden realisation of what had happened and how close we'd come to death. It was a nervous laughter that I couldn't seem to control. Jenny first took us through to her consulting room and checked us both over, given the all clear she showed us a bedroom we could used and suggested that we try to get some sleep. She commented that we were going to need all out energy in the morning, when it came to the investigation as to how the fire started. She gave us both a tablet and said that she would tell the police and fire investigation people that we were sound asleep and to come back after eleven in the morning. There seemed little else we could do, so took our tablets and dropped into a dreamless sleep. The sleeping pills that Jenny gave us certainly worked. We didn't wake until half past nine and then felt as if we had hangovers, but she had left some paracetamol beside the bed, with a glass of water and instructions not to come down until they'd taken effect. There were also another tablet each which Jenny advised us to take, in case we experienced a delayed shock, so on her advice we took those as well. By ten the smell of bacon grilling got us moving. Two of Jenny's negligees were on the bed, so we took up the implied offer and put them on, to my embarrassment, before surfacing to face the day. We'd just finished breakfast when the fire investigating team arrived together with two police officers. We were quickly told that our home was set on fire deliberately and we spent most of the time trying to think who would hold such a serious grudge against us. I was spared having to explain my mode of dress by Jenny who, as our doctor told them I was transitioning. That I was going to be a woman wasn't what I wanted to hear, but she explained that it was far simpler than going into all the details of my illness. Having made and signed fairly unhelpful statements for the police, we were faced with all sorts of pressing things we now needed to do. Where to live until we could get back home was obviously important but that was solved immediately by Jenny insisting that we stay with her. The next thing on our minds was the question of getting some clothes to at least look decent. Denise could get into some of Jenny's outerwear, so that was enough for them both to go off shopping for an emergency stock of things. I told them that I would stay behind to make to various calls that had to be done. The first thing was to telephone our bank to explain about the fire and that we needed to be able to replace our bank cards, cheque books etc.. I explained that Denise was on her way and asked them to provide her with something in the way of funds for the urgent things we needed. The next was to get on to my broker to tell him that for the time being all correspondance should be sent 'care of' Jenny and the same applied to the post office for re-direction of mail. The next was our insurance company, perhaps most people would have done this first, but to be perfectly honest, reclaiming for lost building and contents were low on my priorities, sitting as I was in feminine undies and nightdress. Of course all this took much longer than you think, finding the right numbers or departments and waiting for some to call back, but eventually it was done and I was aware that I needed a bath or shower. I was just drying myself off when the women returned, rather quicker than I was expecting, Jenny helped Denise to carry some of the many bags up to the bedroom we were using, then left us so we could change. As I went through the bags, there were two piles of them, I couldn't see anything for me. "We didn't want to spend time getting you things from the men's department. I explained to Jenny that you'd been wearing dresses, so she agreed that with your body shape now, it was just as well to carry on with them. That's your pile there." She indicated bags towards the foot of the bed and I went through them. Sure enough, as I dreaded, there were replacements of underclothes more or less the same that we had lost. I had no choice but to put them on, but I did make sure that Denise was aware that I wasn't happy about it. This was doubled when I found skirt and blouse combinations and dresses, all looking the most feminine they could have bought. The skirts I noticed, were all considerably shorter than the ones Denise had bought for herself. "I didn't have time to be too fussy," she explained, "but you have great legs so I thought, 'why not show them off?'." Of the six pairs of shoes, the lowest was a sandal with three and a half inch wedge heel. All the rest were stiletto heeled and higher. "It makes more sense if you present as a woman, Darling," she told me, "you don't want to attract attention as a man with boobs, do you?" As she spoke she brushed out my hair and wiped a red lipstick over my lips. I don't know why I didn't complain more bitterly, I certainly should have and probably would if I had been thinking straighter, but after the trauma we'd been through I suppose it wasn't that important to me. I followed Denise downstairs expecting some sort of comment from Jenny, but she carried on a conversation as if there was nothing different about me at all. "You must let us pay you for our room and board while we're here Jenny," Denise offered and I concurred. "Don't be silly you two, what are friends for?" she insisted. "Well let us do your chores while we're here," Denise tried again. "I have a daily woman comes in to do the laundry and cleaning, mind you if Bruce wouldn't mind cooking some of his lovely meals, I couldn't say no." Cooking wasn't a problem for me, I enjoyed it and usually prepared and served the meals if we had a dinner party. I was only too pleased to agree because also it meant that we wouldn't be so beholding to our friend, something I never liked to be. Then it suddenly looked as if Jenny had noticed how I was dressed for the first time. "I have Josie, my housekeeper come in every day, or if we're out and about, do you think it would be embarrassing to call you Bruce?" she asked me. "I hadn't really thought about it," I admitted. "How about we call you Bridget? It's the nearest I can think to Bruce and just until we can do something about your problem," Jenny smiled as she spoke. "I guess that would be OK," I told her, but I wasn't happy, again. "It's only until Jenny can sort you out Darling," Denise said as she turned and hugged me, making me feel a lot better. So I became Bridget the cook for the household. I didn't mind, When Jenny wasn't at work, she spent most of the time chatting to Denise about subjects that didn't interest me, latest fashions, celebrity and local gossip and other parallel subjects. I had an account with local supermarket, delicatessins and speciality shops, all of whom delivered so I didn't have to go out to shop for ingredients I needed. I also spent quite a bit of time researching new recipes to try out. Josie kept herself to herself most of the time, I didn't interact with her a lot, but she knew me as Bridget. Once it became clear that it would be something like a year before we could move back into our home, I made strenuous efforts to move us out into a temporary home, but Denise and Jenny both agreed that they enjoyed each other's company. Apart from that, Denise pointed out that I was now on a regime of having injections every other day, so it made sense for Jenny to be able to keep an eye on me. The trouble with all that was my body wasn't improving, in fact it was getting worse and it wasn't just my body. I found that I couldn't raise a sensible argument if there was something I disagreed with. My mind just went all fuzzy. A good example was when Jenny became worried about my back muscles having to support the extra weight of my now 'DD' cup breasts. She suggested a support belt, perhaps one that could be combined with my bra to hold my 'girls' even more securely. I didn't realise what she was talking about until her and Denise came back from one of their shopping trips with a number of corsets for me. I tried to object from the first time I was put in one. Jenny showed Denise how it wrapped round my waist, the quarter cups supporting my breasts from underneath, then it was tightened by means of a lace running all the way up my back. She pulled and pulled at it, long after I complained that I couldn't breath, then it was tied off and my stockings attached to suspenders on the corset. Jenny also took the opportunity to replace my panties with tiny g-strings which matched each corset. I had to wear the corsets 24/7, only removing it when I bathed daily and it was changed for a clean one. I kept trying to dissuade them from keeping me in them, but somehow my arguments didn't make sense to me, let alone them. Then Jenny bought me a number of dresses to do my cooking and serving meals in. there was nothing wrong with them, but they were the sort that chamber maids wore in hotels. In fact Josie had dresses identical. However both Jenny and Denise seemed very pleased with the look of me in them though, so I didn't object and make them unhappy. The only advantage that I could see was that when Jenny had visitors to the house, I sort of blended into the background. I hadn't thought about it before, but when I visited people who had servants in the past, I had never paid them any attention. I did notice that some of the visitors arrived when Denise had said that she was going to be out and on one occasion left some papers for her to sign when she got back. I thought it odd that Jenny dismissed the papers as just some things for her surgery that she needed Denise to witness. When she quieried what it was, Jenny told her that it was all very complicated, so Denise accepted that and signed. We had been in the house about three months when Christmas came round. Jenny suggested that I moved my sleeping arrangements to the small downstairs room behind the kitchen and utility room. I had to agree that I often disturbed Denise when I was either working late on clearing up the aftermath of meals or getting up early to get Jenny's breakfast before she went to work. Neither Denise nor I liked the idea of sleeping alone, so Jenny said that for a while she would sleep in my place to keep Denise company. We were both grateful for her thoughtfulness. In return she asked a favour of me. "I have to entertain several important people in the medical and allied professions over the holiday period. Do you think you could wear a more formal uniform to serve them? Also could you eat afterwards in the kitchen, it wouldn't seem right to people who can't be told the story, that you, who they think is the maid, eats at the table with us?" Well I couldn't very well refuse, could I? Denise wasn't happy about it, but she couldn't fault the logic. Jenny had Denise teach me how to curtsey, and reminded me that I should call Jenny Mistress Jenny, or just Doctor Moore, and Denise Madam or Mrs Vaughn. "I think it's going to be funny to see you curtseying to me Bridget." she told me. For a long time now she had stuck to calling me Bridget and it was now so automatic, I think if she had called me Bruce I wouldn't think she was talking to me. I was shocked when my new uniforms arrived though. They were nothing more than burlesque costumes, parodying a French maid. The top came so low on my chest that I had to be extraordinarily careful to not show my nipples, which by now incidentally, were so large they were difficult to miss. I had to have new corsets to get my waist narrow enough to do each one up and they had such miniskirts on them that my stocking tops were clearly on view and that was without the crinolines that held it straight out like a ballerina's tutu, from my waist. The little apron with each dress was useless for catching drips, it was too flimsy, so all the time I was in the kitchen I had to have a large cooks' apron over the whole lot to protect it. Last but by no means least were the shoes that came with them. They each matched the colour of the dress, three pastels; pink, green and violet, one brilliant red and two black. Each pair of shoes had at least a five inch heel. The only thing was that I had been getting used to three and four inch, so although they were difficult for a day or two, I did eventually master them. Mistress Jenny told me to wear the black ones during the day, then she would tell me which colours to wear for the various events, mainly in the evenings, she had organised. The first of the dinner parties went off well. Four doctors attended, so that made six settings including Mistress Jenny and Madam Denise. The guests were all doctors, a married couple and two men. They all enjoyed the meal I cooked and served. I was late finishing, so didn't see them leave. It wasn't until the next morning that I realised that the two men stayed the night, they must have used Jenny's bed because that was the only other one that needed changing the next day apart from that of Mrs Vaughn. The first I knew about it was when all four of them arrived for breakfast. Both Mistress and Madam looked quite flushed and they were all very cheerful except for Madam who looked at me from time to time with a puzzled look on her face. They all ate a hearty breakfast though and I was goosed by the men several times. I had been pre-warned to expect this from men by Mistress, apparently it's a sign of them giving me a compliment. I wish they wouldn't compliment me quite so much. The second formal dinner was for eight settings. The two men from the first dinner were there plus two different couples. Everyone seemed to enjoy it again and I received more compliments, both the unwelcome physical kind and verbal ones from the new couples. I anticipated their requirements that night and turned down Mistress's bed as well as Madam's. I think it's unusual for the two men to want to sleep together, we've plenty of other rooms, unless of course they are together in in the Biblical sense. I wasn't one to judge and never have been. Things were decidedly frosty the next morning and I couldn't work out why. Breakfast passed in silence except for some banter between one of the men and Mistress. When the men had gone, Madam called me into the living room where Mistress and Madam were glaring at each other. I was quite concerned as I don't like confrontation. "Now is the time for the truth Jenny," Madam snarled. "What did you do to us?" "Nothing that you either didn't want or needed," my Mistress told her. "What did you do?" Madam was practically screaming. "I made you worth a fortune, what's wrong with that?" Mistress I could see wasn't happy. "What did you give us?" Madam didn't seem to care that she was upsetting us all. "I don't know what you're talking about." Mistress smiled as she spoke. At that moment someone knocked at the door so I went to answer it. It was two police officers who asked to speak to Madam so I took them through to the living room. "Good morning gentlemen," it was Mistress that spoke, "I think you will want to interview these two about a faked death and a fraudulent life insurance claim." "You bitch!" exclaimed Madam. I didn't know what was going on. I got even more confused when one of the policemen arrested me. "I've got to get lunch ready," I told them, but it didn't make any difference. Both Madam and I were taken out to the police car and driven back to the city police station. All the while Madam was insisting that I was given a blood test when we got there. I didn't like it but a very rude young lady, who said she thought I was disgusting dressing as I was, took my blood, and she hurt me. After a long wait in a police cell I was taken to an interview room where a man kept asking me questions about why I had disappeared. "Don't be silly," I told him, "no one can disappear, it's not possible." He lost his temper and started to bang the table. "Where have you been since the fire?" he wanted to know. "I've been in my Mistress's house, where else would I be?" I couldn't understand why he was so thick that he didn't know it. After all, that's where they arrested me wasn't it? I was taken back to the cells for hours and I fell asleep. When I was woken up I felt terrible. "I need my medication, I'm not well," I tried to explain, but I was taken back to another room, this one with comfortable chairs and a nice decoration. "My name is John, I'm a doctor, do you know where you are?" a nice man asked me gently. "I think I'm at a police station," I told him. "Do you remember how you got here?" For the life of me I couldn't remember. I thought perhaps I was in an accident, but I was wearing a ridiculous costume. "Was I on the way to a fancy dress party?" I asked. "What's the last thing you do remember?" I thought back. "I did some cooking somewhere." "Was that before or after the fire?" he asked. I had to think long and hard. "There was a fire," I thought some more. "In the night, I remember." "Where did you go after the fire?" he wanted to know. "I don't know, ask Mistress Jenny, she was there." I tried to think who Jenny was. "Doctor Jenny, she'd been helping me get better." Some more people came into the room and they held a discussion that I couldn't hear. Doctor John was adamant about something that was bothering him. Then suddenly Madam Denise came into the room and over to me. "I'm sorry Madam, I think I was supposed to get lunch," I told her, hoping she wouldn't be cross. "It's alright Bruce." "Pardon madam." I couldn't understand who she was talking to. "Bridget, Bruce was your name before all this started." She caught hold of my hand and sat down next to me. "I found out that Jenny was drugging us, I called the police and she told them a bad story. Now we've got to get you better." "But Mistress Jenny was making me better with the jabs." "Oh my Darling, she wasn't making you better at all. She caused all this." It was all too much for me to understand. "I want to go home," was all I could say. * * * * * All that was nearly two years ago. It took me half that time just to remember what had happened and some time after that to understand the story behind it. It all started with Jenny and Denise being lesbian lovers while they were still young adolescents. They drifted apart and Jenny started dating me until I couldn't put up with her pushy ways any longer. I thought we parted by mutual consent but apparently Jenny knew that I'd dumped her and held a grudge not only against me but somewhat towards Denise as well. By the time we had got together she thought it had all been a plan to get at her, talk about paranoid. Once we were in her catchment area as a qualified General Practitioner, she set about arranging our downfall. The first thing she did was to provide us both with 'vitamin' tablets, genuine for Denise, hormone replacements for me. That of course was the start of my trouble, exacerbated once she was able to get me into her surgery to give me injections. These consisted of both female hormones, male hormone supressants and a drug to make me amenable to suggestions from her. Denise's tablets were also changed so that she wasn't able to resist suggestions that Jenny made. These took effect up to and including being bedded by both Jenny and one of her collegues, who was unaware she had been drugged. It was only after the first time she had been effectively raped, that she thought perhaps there was something in the tablet other than vitamins. She stopped taking them and realised, as she was about to be bedded for the second time, what had been happening to her. She called the police at that point. What she didn't know was that Jenny had a plan 'B'. She had arranged for my 'death' in the fire and a relevant claim on my life insurance to be made, incriminating us both. Of course it wouldn't hold forever. As soon as the person who dealt with the claim was contacted, they were able to confirm that it was mainly Jenny they dealt with. However that was designed to give her enough time to disappear. What she didn't reckon with was the belt and braces approach by the police on the initial call. He wasn't entirely convince by the doctor's story so just in case, he ordered a watch to be placed on her. This resulted in her detention as soon as she tried to leave the country. Apparently she already had a second identity set up in Canada, ready for her to walk into. The police officers confided in us that they were a hundred percent certain that she had started our fire, but that was something they were never able to prove. In a private civil case we were able to strip her of her not inconsiderable assets and in the criminal trial she was given nine years as well as being struck off. None of that really helped us. Denise was in a terrible state of guilt mentally, for her inadvertent part in my assault and my manhood was gone forever. After months of therapy both separately and together, I took the decision to have a full gender reasignment. It took some getting over, I hadn't realised just how serious and painful the proceedures were. However I had Denise by my side all the while. After I had properly recovered we remarried in a civil ceremony, affirming our love for each other. We are now looking forward to the birth of our first child, yes, by the wonders of modern science the cells used to fertilise Denise's egg were mine so it really will be my child as well. We don't waste our time hating Jenny. We know what hate brings and it's only bad things. We just count our blessings.