Howie Returns to PennsylvaniaChapter 3
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FUNNY HOW THINGS TURN OUT
For the first time in my life I was popular, what's more it was with the
most attractive girl in the area. I just wasn't normally her type being
quite short and certainly not what one would describe as muscular.
Jillian was beautiful, intelligent and did I mention that she was the
daughter of the biggest crime boss in the region? Not that I was aware
of that at the time. I knew he had his hands in various borderline
businesses, two or three clubs and a gymnasium but that was all.
So there she was, beautiful and rich, I thought way outside my league
being only five feet six, a geek and skinny with it.
It started because she wanted my help with her university thesis which
of course I was quite willing to give, once I'd got over my nervousness
of even talking to her. In no time she was laughing at my jokes, asking
me out for meals and the theatre and by the third date she was in my bed
with me. Apparently my lack of experience meant that she could tell me
exactly what to do and when, moulding me to bring her the most
satisfying of climaxes, several times. Those were her descriptions, not
mine, so I guess I gave her what she was looking for in bed and out.
On our sixth date she asked me to marry her and I hadn't even met her
family.
The following week that was due, so as nervous as hell I drove up to
their house, I've used that expression loosely, it was more like a
mansion. This impression was reinforced when the door was opened by a
maid, not just a maid but a girl in a really sexy French maid's costume.
"Err, I'm Billy James," I stuttered, "here to see Jillian Diamond."
"Please come in Sir, you are expected." She closed the door then.
"Follow me please Sir."
She led me only a few steps to a large lounge, curtseyed, then, "Mr
James," she announced to the couple sitting in luxurious easy chairs.
The man got up, he was huge.
"So you're my daughter's intended?" He held out his hand to shake mine
and it was if it was being enclosed by a great paw, big and hairy.
"Ye...Yes Sir." I could hardly be more aware of the couple's
overwhelming presence even without the disparity in our sizes.
"Jilly will be down in a moment, it's Billy isn't it?" the woman asked.
"What would you like to drink while we are waiting?"
"Yes, thank you Mrs Diamond, a gin and tonic would be great."
She pressed a button just under a side table where she was sitting, the
door opened and another maid appeared and curtseyed, dressed the same
sexy way as the first one but blond rather than the brunet that had let
me in.
"A gin and tonic for our guest please Sally and one each for us, would
you like ice and lemon?" I nodded agreement. "Make that a large one
Sally, I think he looks as if he could do with some fortification."
The maid curtseyed again then disappeared for only a couple of minutes,
returning with our drinks on a small silver tray, curtseying to the room
in general, then me in particular as I took the crystal glass. She was
back out of the door quickly and silently but with a last curtsey before
she closed it behind her.
I then felt as if I was going through the third degree being questioned.
At least I was able to talk about myself, I didn't feel qualified to
spend any time with them just with small talk. I explained that I wrote
custom programmes for corporate clients' computers, and, yes, I was
earning good money at it and yes, even though I was self employed I
already had more work than I could cope with and I had interviewed
another programmer who was to start working for me on the first of next
month. When I explained that I was frantically looking round for office
space to rent, Jilly's father, Jack, as I was told to call him,
interrupted.
"It just so happens I might have an office suitable, it's above my
boxing gym. I don't want to let it out to a stranger, but if you want
it, it's yours." He smiled. "There's just one thing I want to say to
you before my daughter gets here and that's if you ever hurt her I'll
hurt you ten times as badly. Clear?"
"Ye...Yes Sir, I wouldn't do that, ever Sir." I thought it wise to
dress him formally with that, to be honest he terrified me.
"Good, now I'll have Jilly show you the place tomorrow. I'll charge you
one pound a year, with a proper contract, that way we'll both know that
you can't just waltz off and I can't chuck you out." He paused, then,
with a laugh said slowly, "Jilly and Billy, you're made for each other."
Then the questioning continued about where I was living, what university
I went to and so on, until I was rescued by the arrival of Jilly. She
came in and kissed me on the cheek as I stood.
"Sorry I left you to face the Spanish Inquisition on your own Darling,
but I thought it best for Mummy and Daddy to get to know you." I
forgave her, but not quite as readily as I made it seem.
We'd just finished our gins when a third maid entered, curtseyed and
stood with her head bowed.
"Is dinner ready Joan?" her Mother, Lucy, asked.
"Yes Madam." And with that the girl curtseyed again.
The matriarch of the family led us all to the dining room which was
rather smaller than I had expected somehow, although still large enough
for an eight seater table laid with exquisite china wear, five crystal
glasses each and a silver service.
"This is our family dining room," Jilly explained, "the other dining
room is much too large for us normally."
The maid Joan who had announced dinner served along with the first maid
I'd seen who let me into the house and whose name I learned was Nina.
The service was silent and efficient except for the number of times I
saw them curtsey, something I couldn't see the point of and I found a
bit irritating if I'm honest.
After we'd finished eating and were back in the lounge, Jack spoke to
me.
"I'll be frank with you young man, you're not the sort of person that I
expected my daughter to go for, especially as you're both so young,
barely twenty. If you'll excuse me being honest, I thought her choice
would be a much more of a muscle man. She's told me that you enjoy
cooking and you're good at cleaning the house, neither of which I'm
interested in, but if you're what she wants then good luck to you both."
Jilly was sat next to me and squeezed my arm. I looked at her and she
was smiling. It would appear that I'd passed the 'In-Law' test, not by
a long way, but at least I'd passed.
The wedding was a big affair. Ninety percent of the guests were from
Jilly's side of the family and at least sixty percent of them were men,
very large men, looking uncomfortable in their dress suits. As we were
making our way to the limousine parked at the front of the church, I
noticed what were certainly several police, some in uniform and others
taking photos of the guests. Jilly had been more forthcoming about her
Father a little prior to the big day, explaining that although he was a
legitimate businessman now, his past had been a little shady and some of
his friends were still sailing close to the wind. With that knowledge I
wasn't that surprised to see the police taking an interest in such a
gathering.
Jack Diamond not only paid everything for our wedding, he arranged and
paid for our honeymoons. I say that in the plural because, being self
employed I couldn't take a long time off work, so we had three holidays,
each of nine days in length and each a month apart so that I wouldn't be
away from the office too long. By this time I had three programmer
employees who were all very good, I even had Jilly as my P.A. and she
turned out to be very efficient at the job, so life could hardly be more
full of promise.
In double quick time my business went from strength to strength. When
we first moved to the premises owned by my Father-in-Law we installed
ourselves in one corner of one of the six large rooms that comprised the
suite of offices. By the time three years had passed we occupied the
whole building although one room was used as an experimental area come
reception. I had nearly thirty employees and there seemed no limit to
where we could go.
I was finally able to spend more time with my beloved wife, cutting my
working hours to only two days a week, the rest of the time I was always
contactable but I was seldom needed. My choice of staff had been
excellent.
Jilly started to spend time with charities that she'd taken under her
wing and I spent quite a bit of time expanding my cooking skills,
something I'd always wanted to do. I especially liked it when I could
show off my talents in that respect to our friends and family. I can't
say I wasn't nervous the first time we asked Jilly's mother and father
over and I didn't appreciate him telling his daughter that I made a
lovely wife, but at least it was all in jest and they complimented my
meal.
The next time they came over the seeds of all my problems sown the first
time were starting to show vigorous shoots.
It was Jilly who picked up on what her Father had started, making what I
considered cutting comments about my housewifely skills. At least I
thought they were cutting, my wife thought they were just a bit of
harmless teasing when I asked her about it afterwards. She even thought
I was being stupid and not able to see the joke.
"It's alright for you," I told her, "it's not you that's facing being
hung, drawn and quartered by your father if he ever thinks I'm upsetting
you."
"Now you're really being silly, Daddy thinks the world of you, he'd
never do anything to hurt you." Then she added, "His barks far worse
than his bite."
It was about a month later that the largest charity that she supported,
it dealt with building schools for disadvantaged children all over the
world, asked for someone to volunteer to travel to several of their
locations, to make sure that the money sent out was being audited and
spent wisely. She wanted us to both go, telling them that we could make
the trip without it costing the funds a penny. She would pay all our
expenses.
It just so happened that it coincided with our first major contract with
the defence industry and it was highly classified work. I had naturally
put myself forward as one of my company's staff to be security checked
and would be one of two people overseeing the project. (We actually
doubled up all the staff so that if anyone was ill or otherwise dropped
out, it wouldn't hold up things while another person was brought up to
speed, it really was that important.)
Having just got used to the idea that we were able to spend more time
together, I now faced a very upset wife when I had to tell her it was
necessary for me to be there, at least on this first contract. I
distinctly remember going into the office one day still arguing with
her.
"It's alright for you," she said bitterly, "you get to play at the
little housewife when you want to whereas I have to be there all the
time, I can't work as the little maid when the fancy takes me. Now
we've got a chance to be together and you want to bugger it all up."
This hurt me very badly, she rarely swore because I didn't and I didn't
like hearing it. OK, on the terraces at a football match or when
someone hits their thumb with a hammer I can take it, sometimes do it,
but not in an otherwise rational argument, I think it shows a person up
that they can't have a logical discussion, they can only swear.
Regardless of that I resolved to get the project underway then fly out
and join her, returning for a few days when it just needed checking. I
decided to tell her my plan, originally I thought I would surprise her
but I didn't want her to leave on a sour note. I did however warn her
that she would have to let me be flexible with timings and she was only
too happy to agree to that.
Anyway the net result was that the very next morning she set off in a
happier mood, on the first leg of her journey to several locations in
Sub-Sahara Africa. After that she would go to the southern part of that
continent then India, Bangladesh, and South America before heading home
in at least a month's time, maybe even two months. Because she would be
largely out of touch I was going to arrange it through the charity.
That same morning the secret squirrels arrived at our offices to start
their checks.
That same evening my front doorbell rang and I opened it to two men that
I didn't know standing there. One stepped forward and placed a cloth
over my face.
The next thing I knew I was in bed and Jack Diamond was looking down at
me.
"I warned you not to ditch my daughter, now you're going to make it up
to her."
I tried to reply but in spite of my brain sending messages to my mouth
they just weren't being received. My lips parted with great difficulty
but a groan was the only sound I could make and he left before I could
tell him what we disagreed about, that we'd made up and it was the first
falling out we had gone through in four years of marriage. Her father
had obviously heard our argument the previous day when we went into the
office, made two and two come up with five. I desperately tried shaking
my head but it was too complicated a story to be told by head shakes.
He walked away and I was put out again by some sort of medic.
When I woke again it was in a fog, everything about me felt wrong, the
most worrying was a pain in my groin but my face and chest also hurt and
my buttocks were uncomfortable to lie on. I couldn't seem to take a
deep breath.
"I warned you what would happen if you crossed my daughter." Jack
Diamond was looking down on me.
I tried to speak but no sound came from my mouth, I started to panic.
"You're going to pay her back now and you'll be doing it for the rest of
your miserable life you queer bastard."
He came out with several similar nuggets until he explained a little.
"I've been on at Jilly for a long time to get a couple of maids, her
mother finds them really useful and now I've persuaded her that it's
what she needs. The very day you told her to bugger off I agreed with
her that I'd pay the wages of a maid and a cook for her and that I'd
supply a second, junior maid but it would be a surprise. I think she
guessed it would be you, now stand up and see the present I'm giving
her."
He helped me to my feet and I immediately realised I was dressed in a
copy of the parody of a French maid's costume that he dressed his own
maids in but that, to my horror, wasn't the only thing that made me look
like them.
I had breasts, and when he lifted what little skirt there was, I clearly
had nothing between my legs.
I fainted.
It was a couple of days before I could function. Everything was made
ten times worse because they had done something to my throat and I
couldn't even speak. Only a sound of breath exhaling could be heard
when I tried. Add to that all the other surgeries, my face wasn't even
my own, my brow had been tightened and eyebrows reduced, giving me a
wide eyed look all the time, my nose had been reduced making it quite
small with a slight turn up at the end, my cheek bones had been enhanced
and my jaw reduced so taken all together I'm not sure my own mother
would have recognised me. I was told that even my name had been changed
by deed pole to Babette.
I quickly found that it was no good trying to complain by, for example
asking for pen and paper so that I could write what I wanted to say.
There were two methods used to make me do as I was told and 'stop
moaning, you brought this on yourself'. If I persisted they whipped me
with a riding crop and if they didn't want to expend their energy I was
fitted with a shock collar, the sort of thing used to control animals,
only mine was more powerful. They could vary the strength but I was
told when I had a five level out of ten it put me writhing on the floor.
Who were 'they'? Women first of all who taught me how to walk, sit and
curtsey properly. They helped me dress, showing me how to tighten the
corset I was put in, without which I wouldn't have been able to do the
stupid little dress up. They had the nerve to tell me how lucky I was,
not having to do my make up every morning. All the colour on my face
was what they called permanent, meaning it only had to be touched up
every couple of months apart from regularly smearing gloss on my lips as
the make up had a fairly matt finish.
Everything I learned about what they had done was only what they were
prepared to tell me. I had no way to ask questions and I was told that
as a junior maid I didn't need to know anything more than my lessons. I
was told several times that Jilly knew exactly what had been done to me
and approved. That way I couldn't even hold out hope that some sort of
rescue would be carried out by her when she returned.
After a week recuperating I was delivered to the Diamond mansion where I
was introduced to the maids there as Babette. I don't think they knew
who I was, and they told me what to do and how to do it. The secret,
they said, was to do a routine, written out on a sheet, that I could
stick to week in week out. I wouldn't need to do it myself, I was only
junior to the other maid taken on in my home, but I needed to know about
it in case she left or was absent for any reason. By and large they
treated me kindly enough, but they seemed to think that because I
couldn't talk, I was some sort of idiot, of course they knew nothing of
the defence contract I was supposed to be working on.
Several times I seriously contemplated suicide. My only decision was to
at least wait until Jilly was back, I held just a faint hope that she
didn't realise the seriousness of what had been done to me. I would
soon know what to do when I saw her reaction.
After three weeks at the Diamond household I was again moved, this time
back to my own house although the bedroom I was given was in the attic.
I was introduced to the cook, Mrs Vera Williams a widow of about thirty,
and my immediate senior, the other maid Susan Webb who was barely
twenty. They each showed me that they had remotes to electrocute me and
a selection of whips and paddles that I was assured they wouldn't
hesitate to use on me if I didn't cooperate fully. I was given no idea
if they knew that I had once been a man.
I was told nothing about when my wife would be coming home, but one
morning I was told to change into the mauve version of my uniform so I
guessed something was about to happen. Sure enough we were soon lined
up in our entrance hall, Cook, then Susan then me.
When Cook opened the front door Jilly came in followed by both her
parents, Jack stepped forward and introduced first the Cook, by name,
then Susan then me, as Babette of course. I noticed that the others
both curtseyed to Jilly but I made an instant decision, I wasn't going
to curtsey to my wife.
"Hello Babette, that's an interesting name, where do you come from?" she
asked.
I did the only thing I could think of, I mouthed, 'I love you.'
She looked at me expectantly but Jack butted in saying that I was dumb,
that I hadn't been able to speak for a long time and I was also very
stupid. He told her that I only seemed to do as I was told after I was
punished.
"For example," he explained, "she should have curtseyed to you like the
others, so she will be punished, then perhaps she'll remember."
He turned to Cook. "Do that please Mrs Williams."
Cook brought out her remote from her pocket and pressed the button. Of
course I couldn't scream but I did collapse on the floor, tears
streaming from my eyes. I was still sobbing when one of them, I'm not
sure who, dragged me to my feet.
"Now curtsey!" Jack told me.
I decided it was now or never, I had to find out if Jilly was as
sadistic as her father. I just stood there crying with the pain.
"Crank it up Cook, put the dial on ten," Jack ordered.
She did as she was told but apart from a horrific moment when my body
felt as if it was on fire, I didn't feel anything more until I came to
on the floor again. I don't know how long I was out but it was at least
long enough for someone to fetch the riding crop that I'd been shown in
the kitchen. Jack was waving it over me.
"Are you going to curtsey or do I have to beat manners into you?"
I shook my head as a no and he started to lay into me. The beating
continued until I became aware of the sound of someone screaming, Jilly
couldn't stand to see her father acting like that and eventually locked
her arms round his to stop him. Then I heard two women's voices raised
in anger, it was Jilly and her mother, unable to understand what had
driven Jack to act so aggressively towards a girl half his size.
"What are you doing?" I could just make out what Jilly was shouting.
"If you carry on you'll kill her, why are you acting like that?"
"This was the surprise I told you about." Jack was breathing hard but
gathering himself from his wild anger. "This is your bully of a husband
and he's going to spend the rest of his useless life serving you whether
he likes it or not."
Suddenly there was silence, I could just make out the sound of sobbing
and realised it was me. Everyone was staring at me. In what was almost
slow motion both Jilly and her mother had a look of horror appear on
their faces.
"That can't be Billy?" Lucy Diamond asked her daughter.
I weakly looked up at my wife and nodded. It was at that point I think,
the punishments caught up with me and I don't remember anything else
until I woke up in hospital, Jilly at my bedside, looking as if she
hadn't slept for two nights, which was actually the case.
"Don't try to talk," she told me, handing me a notepad and pencil. "The
doctors have been repairing your vocal cords, they think they have got
your voice back but you mustn't talk for another twenty four hours and
then only softly."
'How long have I been out?' I wrote.
"I came back Saturday and today's Monday."
'Do you know that I'm not a man any more?' I wrote.
Looking back I think she'd have noticed my breasts trying to escape,
previously from my uniform and now from a shapeless hospital gown.
"You'll be alright Darling, my father told the doctor to cut off your
dick and your balls, threatening him if he didn't, but the Doctor was
very clever, he just tucked everything up inside you then sewed your
scrotum over it all, the surgeon here says that although it might take a
week or two, you should be as good as new down there. I'm sorry but the
rest is going to be more difficult. They can surgically remove your
breasts and some of the plumpers, your hips, bum and what looks like
cheek bones, but you'll always look more feminine than you used to."
'I'm sorry,' I wrote, 'I won't contest anything if you divorce me.'
"Don't be silly, it's you I married, not your face, anyway I quite like
kissing those lips of yours, I've been doing it while you were asleep."
To prove the point she gave me a long, lingering kiss, tongues and all.
Then I thought, wonder of wonders.
'That got a reaction down below, will you do it again?'
She did and then went on to explain.
"Daddy's been arrested, he's going to plead guilty even though they're
likely to throw the book at him 'cause they've been after him for years.
He actually liked you but of course he loves me, so when he thought
you'd done me wrong he had to take action, but he's admitted it all. He
threatened the surgeon with killing off his family if he didn't do as he
said and now he's wracked with guilt over the whole thing but mostly
because he upset me. He thought he would please me and when I told him
what a stupid so and so he'd been, he went to the police himself. They
thought it was a joke when he went to the police station, it was like
all their Christmases had come at once."
* * * * *
It's funny how things turn out, isn't it? Jack's respect for me when I
wouldn't back down went through the roof, although he didn't realise and
I didn't tell that I felt as if it was a way for me to commit suicide.
I spoke up for him at his sentencing hearing so he only got two years
and when he came out he retired to a nice little village in Spain. He
actually told me that he trusted me more than he trusted himself to keep
his daughter safe.
Jilly and I took over all his 'businesses', turning them legitimate and
into a quite substantial business empire along side my original IT
venture, and yes, we got a lot more defence work. We all ended up
winners. Jack and Lucy got to retire, the Doctor who operated on me
ended up with Jack setting him up with his own private gender dysphoria
clinic and did a great deal of charity work for those that couldn't
afford to get the body they should have been born with.
Us? Jilly decided she loved the soft gentle me and I loved the feel of
the clothes I once loathed. At her suggestion, instead of having them
removed, I just had my implants reduced to something between a 'B' and
'C' cup and it's amazing how often Babette ended up serving Jilly her
evening meal. The only trouble was that neither of us are awake enough
to deal with anything for a day after I spend the night as my feminine
alter ego.
Now all that is a little muted, we have our twins, one boy one girl, to
look after.
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