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LET YOUR HAIR DOWN "So Terry wasn't one of those macho, Rambo type soldiers after all?" May asked her sister June who was visiting her for the afternoon. "I never thought he was May," they couldn't help laughing at that image in their minds of the short, weedy Terry, June's husband for the past ten years, "although he was attached to one of those type of units, but just as their IT guy. He won't tell me exactly what he did, he said that he couldn't talk about the details." "So aren't you getting fed up with the little nerd?" May had been married for a few years, to someone their parents had pushed onto her, but after they passed on it didn't take her long to off load him. Now she could play the field again without her Mother nagging her about settling down and starting a family. "I'm not like you," June tried to be diplomatic but failed, "I've not had the long experience of so many different men, but I must admit that Terry's not a ball of fire when it comes to letting his hair down." Both sisters were left well off after sharing their parents' estate, but Terry had been what he called 'very lucky' after leaving the army two years previously. He'd had time to work on some aps he'd thought up and had already sold four and was making a fortune from the royalties, something he insisted on, rather than just a straight sale in each case. At first his customers were pleased that he didn't demand a high price, then walk away. Rather he mainly asked for the sales contracts to be light upfront but tied to subsequent sales. It wasn't until the sales turned out to be so huge that the companies he had sold them to realised that he had his head screwed on when it came to business. Three of the sales had been for games and one for a security application that could be used on phones, tablets and P.C.s. His bank balance now kept overtaking the monies he regularily took out to invest and he had just that day sold a fifth programme aimed at analysing business investments that he was fairly sure would be his best yet. That morning he had been able to tell June that he intended to take it easy for a while and they would be able to spend a lot more time together, something she had been complaining about. Now it was going to be reality, as she explained to her sister, she wasn't sure that she wanted spend that much more time with him. She had a hankering to be a bit more like her sister for a while and let her hair down. "I doubt that Terry is the sort of person who even understands the saying," she complained to her sister, which was what sparked the discussion. "You know that there's a way to take charge and do what you want to do, don't you?" she asked. "Well I don't think that would be too difficult for me anyway May, he's obliging to a fault and he already does most of the cooking. What did you have in mind?" "If he's going to be free for the foreseeable, turn him into your wife." She giggled and it was infectious. "If I'd known about it a couple years ago I'd never have divorced my ex. He'd have been wearing a nice little uniform, high heels and a pinny, and waiting on me hand foot and finger by now. It's what Trish did to her Jim, he's been Jill the maid for over a year and they both seem quite happy with the arrangement now. He even serves drinks and food when she has her boyfriends over and when they're not available he's been trained to use his tongue on her, she says it's better than when all he was interested in was getting his own rocks off." "Well that's another thing May, I can't really complain about Terry that way. I've nothing to compare him with but I suppose I've had satisfaction three or four times, that's good, isn't it?" "My God June, only three or four times! You definitely need to do something, I'll get the details from Trish and we'll have a go, what do you say?" June reluctantly agreed that she could get the details, but she told her sister that she wanted time to think about going ahead and acting. At that moment June's phone rang, it was Terry and when she told him where she was, he suggested that she invite her sister over for dinner the next day, Friday, and they could make a celebration of it. That was agreed so after a short while June took her leave, her sister promising something the next day to really make it a celebration. The next morning May phoned to ask if she could bring a friend for the meal that night. Terry wasn't best pleased as his 'special' meals took him quite normally forty eight hours to prepare, but he agreed there wouldn't be a problem. Actually he was cooking more but planned to freeze some of the excess, something he often did whenever it was possible. He did think it odd that June was as mistified as him when they tried to think of who she was going to bring. "You saw her yesterday, didn't she say something about a latest boyfriend?" he asked. "Nothing at all, but I think she has several on the go." "I'm glad you're not like her," Terry commented as he drew his wife towards himself and kissed her quite passionately. "I really appreciate you, you know. If I wasn't so busy with this meal I'd drag you upstairs." 'That's typical' she thought, 'if only just occasionally he'd break loose and say to hell with the meal.' Later something happened to really upset Terry's routine. It was known that he invited dinner guests at seven and depending on the size of the party they would eat seven thirty to eight, allowing them time for a relaxing aperitif and nibbles that he made. For that reason he got everything under control by five thirty or six, giving him time to shower, change and relax himself before they arrived. It was a schedule that every one of their friends knew, they even joked about it. Imagine his annoyance when May and then her friend arrived within a minute or two of each other, at just after five thirty. Both he and June were surprised when her friend turned out to be a woman, Leanne, a very attractive if rather severe looking woman of about forty, carrying a large bag and seven or eight years older than them and even older than May. This was only notable because May usually hung around with people rather younger than herself. Fortunately he was ready to leave the meal to get changed so he sorted them all out with drinks by leaving an opened bottle of white wine in an ice bucket, then left them while he went up to their bedroom. "You stay here June," May told her sister. "It's a surprise, so stay here or it will be spoiled." June wondered what was going on but agreed to stay in the room with the door closed while the two women followed Terry. She was also taken aback by May having put their music centre on, telling her to listen to some tracks she'd brought over while they were gone. "What the hell are you doing?" he demanded as they walked into the bedroom behind him, closing the door on the way. "Shush, Terry," May told him, "we're arranging a surprise for June." She took hold of both his hands, much firmer than he thought natural, but then felt Leanne, who had moved behind him, fasten something round his neck. He reached up to it to find it was a thick leather collar, covered with some sort of shiny surfacing, quite heavy but fitted fairly tightly round his neck. "Now you will not speak, and you'll do exactly as we say," Leanne told him. "What..Arghh!" was as far as he got. As he spoke he was severely hurt by an electric shock from the collar. "The collar is adapted from ones designed to stop dogs barking," Leanne explained. "The first shock is just a gentle demonstration on quarter power. It's now automatically reset to full power for the next time you speak. Now take all your clothes off. I ought to warn you that I've also got a remote so I can give you a shock whenever you don't do as you're told quickly enough. Get undressed!" He needed no further bidding and it wasn't long before he was taken by them, naked, into the bathroom of their en suite. Leanne had placed the large bag she had with her on their bed and removed an aerosol can which she sprayed all over his body, up to his chin. She pulled out the plastic stool they kept in there and had him sit down. She returned to the bag and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and returned with a squeezey bottle of liquid which she squirted on his hair, massaging it in with her gloved hands. He had to sit in the bathroom waiting for them while they closed the door so he couldn't see them removing all his clothes in rubbish bags, down the stairs and out to Leanne's car boot. By the time they'd checked everywhere to make sure he had no small stash of his own clothes anywhere, in the washing hamper etc., it was time to let him get into the shower. While he watched all his body hair going down the drain, the woman shampooed then conditioned his hair. They then helped him dry off and while May gave a slight trim and blow dried his hair, Leanne started to paint his face with a liquid that she applied with a brush in several coats. While that dried she plucked the underside of his eyebrows, giving them a fine arch, then stuck false eyelashes on his eyelids. May moved on to his fingers, sticking on long false nails then varnishing them bright red, similarly colouring his toenails to match and when that was completed she stuck a pair of very realistic silicon breasts on his chest. They looked to him enormous and were certainly heavy but he was told they were a modest 'D' cup size. Leanne had by that time continued with the face painting, violet eye shadow, black lines top and bottom of his lids and a defining line for what remained of his eyebrows. The whole was finished off with a bright red lipstick that matched his nails and had a chemical in it that made his lips swell as it dried. The last bit of preparation was to have him step into a thick rubber panty that had what looked like a condom built into it. They rolled it up his penis just before finally pulling it up and using the same glue as for the breasts to hold it in place. Leanne pointed out to him that it had holes for him to attend to his bodily functions but also most of his buttocks were exposed; 'in case he needed a spanking'. Then they led him out onto the landing to the smallest bedroom and opened the closet where they had hung two complete sets of clothes, with all accessories, the first of which was a full length corset. This they fitted round him, doing up the front busk fastening and then they tightened the laces, to get them as tight as possible, they both pulled the last few inches together, so he could barely breathe. The cups pushed the false breasts up so hard it gave him a very feminine cleavage. May checked her watch. "We're nearly ten minutes ahead of schedule," she commented. White stockings were rolled up his hairless legs and attached to the six suspenders of the corset, then a pair of pink rumba panties, lashings of lace across the rump, were pulled up his legs. The dress turned out to be a pink French maid's costume with masses of built in white crinolines holding the tiny skirt out almost horizontally, not long enough to hide his panties if he did anything other than stand still and upright. The costume was completed with a matching piece of pink material, trimmed with lace and ribbons, pinned to his head, and a frilly hostess apron, there for decoration rather than practicality. The last things for him to be fitted with were a pair of pink shoes, open toed to show off his toenails and with four inch heels. He was told to practice walking backwards and forwards in the bedroom until they came for him. "Two final things," Leanne told him, "first is the security on your collar. I've plugged in transmitters in the dining room, lounge, kitchen and this bedroom, if you try to go anywhere out of their range it will shock you and cutting the collar will result in the whole thing discharging at once, it would probably be fatal. The other thing is that your name is now Trixie, you don't answer to anything else." Then she turned to May and gave her the remote she had been carrying. "I've got a spare for tomorrow so you'd better hang on to this one, I'm off but you'd better just show him how to curtsey. 'Bye, I'll let you know when I'm bringing him back." They air kissed and May showed him a curtsey and had him practice it at each end on the room as he walked backwards and forwards. "Don't forget to knock and wait to be told to enter a room, curtsey on entering, curtsey to show you understand instructions and curtsey when you leave. Now you practice all that until I come and get you." With that she went down to rejoin her sister. "What have you been up to?" she wanted to know. "I've been getting smashed on this bottle of wine while you've been gone, and where's Leanne?" "Right, now listen, you know we talked about having Terry as your maid?" she had to wait a moment for the news to sink into her sister's rather befuddled brain. "Well we've done it. He's now your maid and his name is Trixie and you can let your hair down and do whatever takes your fancy. What do you think of that?" "You're kidding me." "No I'm not, he'll be serving dinner tonight and so you won't be lonely I've got a boyfriend of mine to bring his mate along. They'll be here soon." June had to think for a few minutes, to work out what her sister was really saying. "But there's only four meals been prepared, Terry, I mean Trixie won't have enough for everyone." "Yes she will, Leanne's not stopping, she's already gone, so there are four meals for us two and the two boys, the maid won't be eating with us, will she?" May started giggling and June found it catching, they were both laughing when their front door bell rang. "That will be the boys now, I'll let them in," May went off thinking it perfect that her sister was a little the worse for the wine, she never could hold her drinks. She opened the door to let in two hunks of men, she realised that they obviously did a great deal of working out to get bodies that fit. She led them through to the lounge and introduced June. "June, this is my boyfriend James and his friend Henry." May took the bottle of Champagne they had bought and put it in the ice bucket as replacement for the empty white wine bottle. "I've a treat for you tonight boys," May explained, "I've just bought a present over for June's maid Trixie, she's always complained about the dowdy uniforms she was given, so I've had her wear something more colourful tonight, even June hasn't seen her yet." May went to leave the room, then a thought struck her. "Something I must tell you, Trixie's very shy so she's been told not to speak, that way she won't be embarrassed. June, you'd better remember that as well. Also, we've had quite a lot to drink already, so do you mind if we have the Champagne after we've eaten?" Everyone agreed that was a good idea and May went to find Trixie. "There's an extra person for the meal tonight Trixie, but as you will be serving you won't be eating with us anyway, so it's still four covers, got that?" Remembering what he'd been told he curtseyed then followed May, albeit carefully, down the stairs and out to the kitchen. She returned to the lounge and hearded everyone into the dining room and sat them down. With the oblong table Terry had laid it out with a person on every side, May had quickly moved the settings round so that they only sat on the long sides, each of the sisters very close to their allotted man. June didn't comment the change in normal seating arrangments. In just a very few minutes there was a knock on the door. "Enter," May called out then enjoyed the different looks given by everyone even though everyone's mouth dropped open. Trixie looked with horror. The two men with lust. June, not realising the duress that Trixie was under, with extreme amusement, and it was she who first found her voice. "Oh Ter... Trixie, you look amazing." He curtseyed and served the starter, a lobster salad, to each of the diners, then he turned, curtseyed again and left the room but only for a minute. He knocked again and it was June, surprisingly quick on the uptake in view of her state, who called out for him to enter. This time he curtseyed, showed his wife the wine he had selected and when she told him it looked nice, he poured a little for her to taste. Once she had repeated that it was 'nice', he again curtseyed and proceded to pour for the others then back to her. As they started eating he went round and poured some water in their tumblers, then stood against the wall in the manner of servants in the very best establishments. Conversation from the men over the first course was obviously gauging the lie of the land. "I understand your husband's left you?" Henry made it like a question, not something he felt he could just presume. "Oh, he's gone alright." It was May who butted in with the answer for her sister. "It's just me and my maid now," It had taken June a while to think of a good answer but she was rather pleased with it, not realising why Henry had asked or that now he assumed she was open to a relationship. It was about this point that Trixie realised that his wife had already drunk more than she should have. He topped up the men's glasses, May hadn't drunk any of hers, but he deliberately didn't top up his wife's empty one. "Hey, what about mine...girl?" she was starting to slur her words but he had no choice, he just didn't fill it completely and she didn't notice. After that he was able to clear the table and serve the main course which he had been holding in a warm hostess trolly. He showed the bottle of red wine to his wife. "Yes, Trixie, just get on and pour it." He did as he was told but it was then that June noticed how miserable he was. "Take that scowl off your face Trixie, I want to see a smile." He looked her in the eyes with the saddest expresion she had ever seen. She was too drunk to understand so let it pass. The rest of the meal went off without incident except that June continued to drink and got quite merry. After the cheese course the party returned to the lounge but May was a bit concerned that she might loose momentum with the progress she had made. She also worried that Trixie would do something drastic if he saw his wife being bedded, so made the suggestion that, as she hadn't been drinking, they all went back to her place where she had a good supply of dance music. It would also mean that June would be out of the way when Trixie was collected in the morning. With the bottle of Champagne in hand she led the party out to her car. Trixie watched them go with a terrible sense of forboding. He cleared up all the mess and cleaned everywhere thoroughly, then remembered something Leanne had said about collecting him in the morning. In view of that he focussed on getting to bed and sleeping. When Terry was in the army he developed a technique to get to sleep under stressful situations and he used it then. He thought that he would probably need his wits about him the next day and being tired would hinder that. * * * At May's house, she made sure that the party quickly turned into a wild one by bringing out various adult games for them to play. June, drunk, so without much rational judgement joined in with enthusiasm and it wasn't long before all four of them were naked. She didn't realise that May arranged it so that both men had her sister in turns, she simply acted as a 'fluffer', getting both of them going again and plying them with Viagra laced coffees. At just before midday June woke with no clothes on, a splitting headache, draped across both naked men and with a very unpleasant stickyness between her legs. She had just come out of the bathroom when her sister appeared with coffee for her. "What a great night, wasn't it?" she asked. "I'm not sure, where's Terry?" June was having trouble remembering things. "Oh you mean Trixie, she's off for training today, she was really keen to do things properly for you." Memories of Trixie the maid came flooding back to June. "You mean he wanted to do that?" she was surprised that he'd agreed at all. "When I explained to him what you wanted he confessed that he'd often dressed in women's clothes and he would love for you both to enjoy yourselves," she smiled. "He did ask to be able to do it properly, however, so I arranged for him to go over to an establishment that trains male maids, he told me he couldn't wait." "Um, May," June didn't really want to hear the answer to the next question, "what about last night? Does he know what happened?" "Of course he knows, silly, he said that if he was going to have his dream come true, you should have yours." Probably at any other time June wouldn't have believed it of Terry, but, with the way he was dressed the previous night, combined with her strong desire to believe that she'd not done anything wrong, she accepted what her sister had told her at face value. * * * Back at his house, Trixie woke, got himself some coffee and ate a substantial breakfast, it taking all his will power to keep it down. Like sleep, he knew from his army training that food, should be priorities whenever possible and he felt sure that he was going to need anything that helped him. He had cleaned up everything he used and, as he had anticipated, Leanne let herself in and made herself known to him. "Are you going to cooperate with me or do I need to use your collar?" she asked and he shook his head and looked fearful in reply. "Come with me out to the car then." He watched her warily as she waived her remote, guiding him out of the house and into the back seat of the car, where another woman was already sitting. He felt very exposed in the stupid uniform he was wearing, wondering what he was going to be subjected to. The overriding thought in his mind was to act cowered and beaten at the earliest reasonable moment. After driving for about forty minutes, the route of which he memorised, the car pulled into a drive and after punching a code number into the gate entry, which by following the movement of her finger, he also memorised as the gates opened, then they drove for about half a mile through woods to an isolated mansion. As soon as they had closed the front door behind them, Trxie fell to his knees in a suplicant position. He couldn't speak, but he couldn't have made to request for mercy any plainer. "That's good Trixie, now remember your position as the lowest of the low and do exactly as you're told and you won't get hurt, much," Leanne nodded to her companion and helped him up to his feet. He was taken to a room towards the back of the house where he was examined by a woman of about sixty, who he assumed was a doctor. His heart, lungs and general health were all looked at and samples of both blood and urine taken, of course he still couldn't speak because of the collar. She finished by giving him an injection and guiding him into the room behind hers which he was horrified to realise was an operating theatre. He tried to struggle but found he was weak and getting weaker by the second. By the time he had reached the central operating table he was only dimly aware of being helped up onto it. When he woke he was in a narrow cot with his wrists handcuffed to the bars on each side. He was aware of aches and pains all over his body, especially his groin, but when he tried to lift his head found that a belt ran across his neck and it wasn't possible. "That's a good girl Trixie, you're awake." Leanne was looking down at him. All he could think of was how pleased he was to be called a girl. In that moment his army training kicked in and he realised that an attempt had been made to hypnotise him while he was unconscious. He could remember growing up as a girl, going to school and other things, but as well as that, he also knew exactly where he was and the women who had brought him there. He put all that to the back of his mind as he let himself act as he knew he was expected, at least he wasn't wearing that collar. He smiled back at her. "Let me get you up and help you dress." She undid the fastenings holding him, dropped the side of the cot and helped him sit up. He immediately felt and saw that he had breasts, large and heavy ones. It took every ounce of his self control not to react badly and instead just ignore them. He could feel something had also been done between his legs and he desperately wanted to know exactly what. "Slip these heels on before you stand up Trixie." He saw her place some pink slippers on his feet that had a feather decoration on the cross strap. More importantly, they had heels some six inches high. He didn't think that for one moment he would be able to stand, let alone walk in them, but when she helped him up he found the angle of his feet quite comfortably. He could only think that his Achilles tendons must have been shortened. Much worse was to come. "What happened?" he asked and realised that his voice was pitched slightly higher. "Silly girl, don't you remember? You've finally had your breasts made the size you wanted them, here, let me show you." Leanne led him over to the closet and opened the door. There was a full length mirror on the inside and there, standing in front of him was an extraordinarily proportioned naked woman, with an exaggerated hourglass figure. She had a quite narrow chest suporting what must have been at least 'F' cup breasts, a miniscule waist above what used to be described as 'child bearing hips'. It was him. He had the figure of a man's wet dream and the trouble was that there was nothing to disuade the viewer that he was female. Between his legs were labia lips with no sign of the man he was. It was partially to draw his mind away from this unthinkable horror that he stepped closer to the mirror to examine his face. There were high cheekbones, reduced bridge to his nose giving it a button look, reduced chin and fuller, inviting, glowing red lips. His eyebrows were a narrow arch and his face immaculately made up. He knew he had to make the right comment. "Who did my make up?" he asked, trying to make his voice sound positive. "Your mistress paid to have it permanently applied, isn't she generous?" "That will save me a lot of time," he replied. "How long have I been away?" "I'm afraid that it's been three weeks, she said to make sure you were fully recovered and could get straight back to work when you left here." "Oh, goody, I can't wait." It took all his effort not to make it sound sarcastic. The next few minutes were spent getting him dressed. Leanne told him that when they got back he was going to have to serve at another dinner party, so he had to get into his uniform there, to save him the trouble of changing later. The uniform, he wasn't surprised to discover, was much like the one he arrived in, but this one even more verging on the obscene. This one was pale lilac in colour, as were his cap and shoes, six inch heels this time, and was cut even shorter. The corset he wore under it pushed up his huge breasts like two melons trying to escape (and pretty well succeeding) from the confines of the blouse section. The skirt didn't come to the top of his black, seamed stockings and was held out almost horizontally by the white crinolines under it. The cap and apron were definitely only for decoration, but instead of the rumba panties he wore previously, he was only fitted with a miniscule g-string which offered no coverage to his rear and barely any to his front. It was in this state he was driven back to his house by Leanne with him travelling in the back seat, she didn't notice, but he took care to memorize the car registration number.. When they arrived, Leanne took him straight round to the kitchen door and pointed out the food that had to be served and what was to be done with it. It was obviously prepared by a caterer, he had a rather low opinion of the standard of it, but he wasn't in a position to argue. Leanne left him to go through to the lounge to tell people that the meal was about to be served and that she had 'arranged for another Trixie to serve it at the table.' June had been told nothing of his return that evening, believing that Terry was still away being 'trained' and she had become very annoyed at the time he was taking and that he hadn't contacted her. She determined to carry on 'letting her hair down', although thruth be told, she had been mightily disappointed in the men she had partied with so far. She was optimistic though because that night Henry was back and the four of them were going to have a repeat of the time they had when Terry went away. She couldn't remember much of it, except she could recall having several orgasms. Of course she still didn't know that it was with the help of his friend James and several Viagra tablets. They were just seated in the dining room when there was a knock on the door and Trixie came in with a curtsey and the first course. There was a stunned silence for easily two minutes. "God, I thought the last Trixie was sexy but this one's out of a blue movie," said James, once he could speak. The first thing Henry did was to run his hand up the inside of Trixie's leg as he placed the plate in front of him. Trixie did respond with a jump and a little squeak, but the main reaction was from June who told him to either keep his hands to himself or place them on her, not the hired help. Not for the first time, she missed Terry. He wouldn't have stood for either the food quality she had to put up with, or the sluttish service that May's friend had got hold of. "Would you care to taste the wine, Mistress?" Curtsey. "Yes please." June wanted to take the initiative away from this slut who thought she could dress like that in a respectable house. The rest of the meal went off, the best one could say, in a mediocre way, but June wanted to get on with the main event and it was decided that they would take their Cognacs to bed with them. May and James went to the second bedroom and June practically dragged Henry into hers. There followed a night and morning of cofusion. Trixie cleared and cleaned everything, then went to his bed in the smallest room, hearing the sounds of lovemaking from two others. He got up at six after spending a restless night deciding how he was going to proceed. He drank copious amounts of coffee and was just refilling the machine at about nine when June wandered in. "Good morning Mistress, may I get you coffee? Or breakfast?" He curtseyed. "Good morning, what are you still doing here?" At least she wasn't suffering from a hangover, she thought to herself, just yet another morning of the extreme sexual frustration she'd suffered from since Terry left. "I'm sorry Mistress I don't understand." Another curtsey. "Why didn't you go home last night?" Shit, she thought, the girl's as thick as she looks. "But Mistress, this is my home, I spent the night in my bed." All the curtseying was getting on June's nerves. "Since when?" "Since long before you kindly sent me to have my boobs made a nice size and my make up painted on." For the first time he didn't curtsey. "Terry?" "I'm sorry Mistress, who is Terry?" back to curtseying. June turned and was about to run up the stairs when she met May who had just come down so followed her back to the kitchen. "May, what's going on? Where is Terry and who's this girl?" "Don't be silly June, you remember we discussed what Trish had done to her Jim, he became her Jill, well now you have your Trixie. Don't worry, he can't remember anything about his old life, only the things we let him." A look of confusion crossed her face. "If you don't believe me," May lifted the crinolines and pulled down Trixie's g-string, "look here, doesn't she look perfect? You'd never guess what he used to have here, would you?" "But how are we going to have sex now?" "Easy, with anyone you want, I'm sure you've had more orgasms than ever in your life, you told me you'd only had them three or four times up to then." "You stupid bitch, I was getting them three or four times a night with Terry I've not had nearly as good a lover since. Last night I didn't get one at all, how the hell did Henry perform so well the first time?" "I'm sorry, I gave them both some booster tablets, you could try that." As May spoke, something very odd happened. Trixie opened a kitchen drawer and pulled something out, quickly slipping it round May's neck. It closed with a click. "What...Aghh!" She fell shaking to the floor, she started to scream but stopped quickly, seeming to be almost having a fit. "Not nice, is it May?" Trixie spoke in a firm voice for the first time. "You see June, when I served at that first dinner party you had, three weeks ago, she fitted that round my neck, she also had this remote control, so every time I spoke or didn't behave the way she wanted, I would have ended up like that. As it happens I found it in the back of Leanne's car, I just knew May would like to try it." He pressed the remote in his hand. May writhed and twisted on the kitchen tiles, wetting herself and farting loudly. "So while you were letting your hair down," he continued, "I was taken away, operated on and supposedly brainwashed. Have you enjoyed yourself?" "Terry, no you can't be. I..." She fainted. Rather than do anything about the two women on the floor, he picked up the telephone and called his lawyer, taking about fifteen minutes to outline the problem. June came to as he was talking and after he had hung up from his solicitor, he phoned the police. They and his solicitor made it a dead heat to arrive at the house, two very confused men came downstairs at almost the same time. He used the key and removed the collar from May, but not realising they had company she launched herself at him, hitting and scratching, until a woman police officer pulled her off. With the briefest of a story about what had been done to him, he was taken to hospital by ambulance to be examined. He was able to give an exact location of the clinic where he was operated on, even giving them the gate code, so that no one would have time to destroy records. June and May were arrested and taken to the police station, the two men treated as witnesses and taken there as well to make statements. Using her car registration number that he'd taken, they tracked down Leanne, and added her to the growing number of women in the cells. It was gratifying for him to learn of each development, but what he urgently needed to know was what had been done to him. It turned out that he was in luck. "Your penis and testicles are still there," the Doctor told him, "but if you'd left it much longer they would have atrophied. The person that operated on you implanted some huge and very powerful oestrogen slow release capsules which would have wasted away your reproductive organs if they'd had longer. Likewise, your Achilles tendons have been frozen, it will take a little while but with the help of a relaxant and some physical therapy they'll also recover. The worst that will happen to your make up is that it will wear off in a couple of months, but we can probably find a solvent that will help it on its way." It transpired that his testicles had been pushed up into his body and the blood supply to both them and his penis had been substantially reduced. The appearance of a vagina was done by wrapping his empty scrotum round his much reduced penis and gluing the whole thing back between his legs. Once it was all unglued and the blood supply repaired, his penis slowly returned to its previous generous size. When the police raided the clinic where he had been treated it was with a search warrant. Because they had no time to destroy records, they uncovered more than fifty other men that had been treated in much the same way as Trixie. The doctor who did the operation on him had a previous record of assault on men, had been struck off, given a four year jail term, but joined with her former nurses to set up the illegal centre where she continued to work. Because of the number of crimes the centre paperwork uncovered, it was several months before these criminal trials came to court. In the meantime Terry obtained an injunction preventing any of the miscreants coming near him including June who had to move in with her sister. After trying to make indirect contact with him several times, and being rebuffed, she accepted the inevitable and agreed to an uncontested divorce. She agreed to the house being signed over to him, together with one third of her inheritance. He had to pay her nothing. In spite of not having any direct involvement in his transformation, she accepted some of the blame and did not contest any of his solicitor's demands. He had to wait on the outcome of the criminal trials before suing the others for compensation. His main targets were May and Leanne who had each been given five years and nine years in prison respectively and he won well into seven figure sums from them. He waved his claim against the doctor, who was given twelve years, the staff and the centre business as each were driven into insolvency and by doing that their assets were divided among their other victims, men who needed the money more than him. He even helped to fund a centre to deal with their psychological problems and helped them with legal advice to claim against the wives who had arranged their proceedures. In the case of May's friend Trish, her husband, formerly Jim, won a divorce and most of the marital assets, but none of that bought his manhood back and he had to adapt to life as Jill. This was the case with most of the men involved. What everyone wanted to know was how Trixie had been able to resist the brainwashing by the centre and thereby bring down the whole organisation. To everyone he was adamant that it just hadn't worked on him, but within a few days of his release from hospital he was whisked off to a very discreet Special Services headquarters and an interview with their psychological warfare specialists. They analysed in detail how their training and preparation for troops who could be captured and used by an enemy, had performed, even after such a long time since he had gone through it. He suggested one or two tweaks to the systems they used but by and large they were very happy with the way their training system and prior mental programming had worked. He never suspected that his life in the army would save his life outside of it the way it had. It was a long time before he trusted another woman enough to marry, but eventually he did, fathering a boy and a girl, in what he considered to be an idyllic lifestyle. He never heard of his ex-wife and sister again. Did he every dress up again? That was a private matter between him and his wife.