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For some reason I have now started ten stories which I've not been happy with so haven't finished. This is number eleven and I hope you find that this one comes together. A LONG WEEKEND "Do you know what I heard about Kath and Peter?" Lucy asked her husband James. "What bit of tattle have you picked up about our friends?" He tried to sound as if she shouldn't listen to gossip, but had a smile on his face. Peter had been his school friend and they had kept in contact, making up a foursome when they each got married. "Before I tell you, I want to ask you something. Would you go as far as Peter to show me you loved me?" "Do you really doubt that I think of you as being the love of my life?" He was still happy to have an academic discussion. "That doesn't answer my question." She smiled back sweetly at him. "I would lay my life on the line, you know that." He was unsure where this was headed but decided he'd prefer not to find out, so changed the subject. "Is there anything you'd like to do this weekend, it's three days don't forget, it's spring bank holiday on Monday." "You still haven't answered." She was determined to hear the words. "Nebulous words are easy, but Peter has set out to really prove it." "If you're that concerned about it, yes, I would do anything that Peter does, but does it go both ways?" "What do you mean James?" "Do you love me enough not to do something that would hurt me?" "Of course." "In that case, yes I'd do anything he would." "We'll see, tonight." Her smile widened to a grin. "Why, what's happening tonight?" "You'll see." With that they both headed off to work, Lucy as a department head in the branch office of a national company, James to his post as accountant for a local, quite large company, one that employed a significant number of people both locally and around the country. In fact they were the second or third largest company in their field. FRIDAY Being a Friday they were both able to get off work a little earlier than usual but Lucy stopped off in town to make preparations for what she planned would be a milestone weekend. "It's time for you to put your money where your mouth is," Lucy told him when he arrived home. "Strip your clothes off and wait for me in our bathroom." She was smiling so he returned it, hoping that this would turn out not to be as bad as he suspected. He had given a lot of thought to the problem set by his wife the evening before. He knew something about Peter that he was pretty sure his wife didn't know and if that was a given, he had a good idea what she had in mind. Confirmation came within minutes. Lucy came in and sprayed him with a foul smelling gunk, from his feet up to and including his chin. "Just stand there and I'll tell you when you can get into the shower," she told him. He knew straight away what it was going to do to him. Sure enough, as soon as he stepped into the shower, he lost all his body hair. As soon as he was dried she called him into the bedroom. "Step into these." She held out a panty girdle. Once it was up to his thighs he noticed a feminine pad in the crotch. "It's wider than the panties, to keep your bits from escaping." To aid his fit she reached in, squeezed his balls up into his body, pushed his penis back and pulled the tight garment up to hold him in place. "What's this for?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Peter agreed to wear Kath's clothes for the weekend to show how much he loved her." Lucy sounded smug. "So you're going to do the same." The next stage was for her to produce a pair of very realistic silicon breasts and stick them with an adhesive to his chest. The weight of them was somewhat relieved once they were supported by a bra. He let her continue to dress him in pantyhose and a pale pink blouse and tartan skirt combination. "Sit down at my vanity," she told him and proceeded to apply make up to his face. Once that was finished she had him step into a pair of her sling back shoes with three inch heels then she stood him in front of her closet and opened the door, exposing the mirror on the back. They were both surprised by the result, him even more than her. "I look like a woman," he had to admit. "I knew you'd be passable but I must say you're more than that," she told him. "You'd have trouble convincing anyone that you are a man." "Thanks for that," he told her. "That's just what I wanted to hear." She led him downstairs, allowing him extra time to get used to the heels, then gave him a coat to slip on and a handbag that already carried everything he might need. She practically pushed her reluctant debutant out of the house and into the passenger seat of her car. "Where are we going? I can't be seen wearing all this," he complained. "Don't be ridiculous James, the only thing you need to worry about is what I'm going to call you while we're out." "What do you mean?" "Well the only way you're going to attract attention is if I call you 'James', it's hardly a name that suit's the way you're dressed, does it?" "I see what you mean, but couldn't we just go home?" Lucy ignored this and went on to suggest some possible names for him. "Your full given names are James Ian, you could be Jillian Irene, or Jessica Isabelle, or Juliet Imani, there must be loads more that would keep your initials. Do you fancy any of them?" "No I don't." "You're such a wuss, if you can't decide, I will, you're going to be Jillian Imani. It's a nice mixture of traditional and exotic. Tell me your name or I'll call you James in a very loud voice in front of everyone." "Jillian Imani Barnes," he conceded, not very gracefully but by now they had pulled up in the parking for a large shopping complex, not far from where they lived. "Come on Jillian get out of the car." Lucy had got out and come round to his side. "If you don't hurry I'll just get a cab home with the car keys and leave you here." He reluctantly got out and allowed himself to be guided into the first shop, which he knew was his wife's hairdresser. "High Pam," she was greeted in return, "this is Jillian, the girl that I told you about, I'll leave her with you." "Sure thing Lucy, we'll sort her out." He was dismayed to see Lucy walk out as he was taken by the arm to be seated in the station nearest the shop front window, one that had no mirror in front of him. Pam was extremely social and was chatting happily away to him but he wasn't listening and he soon had a smock wrapped round his neck. Two more women came over and while two worked on his hair the third helped him out of his pantyhose and started to work on his toe and fingernails. It wasn't long before he could see long bright shining red talons where once his neat, short cut nails had been. Terrified, it was all he could do to sit there for what seemed like days, waiting for people he knew to start staring and laughing at him from the walkway outside. He paid little attention to what was being done, he was aware of his make up being cleaned off and being slowly replaced by ones which were all painted on. Having his eyebrows plucked as part of that would have been a little painful if he hadn't had far more worrying things to think about. Just as he started to think they must be done, they put his hair in rollers and smothered it in a strong smelling liquid. It was while this was 'going off' that it occurred to him that the girl doing his make up was still working on it. He had no idea that cosmetics could take that long but he wrote it off as just one more thing he had to put up with. After suffering a hair drier they were finally brushing him out as Lucy returned, she immediately complimented them on the job they'd done, paid, and they walked out into the evening and the diminishing stream of pedestrians. The only thing he could see of his make over was that his hair had grown longer, it was down to his shoulders. He couldn't wait to get into the safety of home, but Lucy had another idea. "I fancy a nice French meal, don't you Jillian?" He was about to agree to cook one when she steered him into the restaurant they often patronised, just round the corner from the shopping centre. He tried to resist but she got him inside before he could use all his strength. Any further resistance would only have caused a fuss and in any case, Lucy worked out twice a week and was probably stronger than him anyway. "Good evening Mrs Barnes," she was greeted by the owner, "no Mr Barnes tonight?" "No Claude, just me and my friend," she turned to her husband, "Jillian Imani this is the owner of this fine establishment, Claude." "I'm very pleased to meet you ma chere," he replied with a little bow, "please take this seat in the window." Jillian felt himself getting even hotter than he had been outside. "Jillian you look so sweet when you blush dear," Lucy told him, barely able to stop giggling at his obvious discomfort. "I think it's such fun to be out with my girlfriend." Jillian could hardly face any food, so ordered the lightest meal possible and then ate hardly any of it. If he had he was sure he'd be sick. With the meal over Lucy finally drove him home and the first thing he did was to open the hall closet to see in the mirror what they'd done to him. It was worse than he could ever have imagined. Whereas with the make up job Lucy had done he looked like a woman, now he looked as good as any woman he'd ever seen and his hair, that he thought was down to his shoulders, fell in luxuriant waves. What was worse was that its previous mouse-brown colour now had golden highlights and there was no way he could be mistaken for a man. His face was flawless, his eyes huge looking with thin eyebrows seemingly raised in surprise. His lips appeared thicker than he'd ever seen them and were emphasised by the metallic red lipstick that matched his nails in colour. "I hope you can get this all back to normal before Tuesday," he told Lucy when she looked over her shoulder at his reflection. "Start talking like that and I'll send you to work just as you are," she told him and walked off to their lounge to pour them both a drink. "Come on Jillian, I'm guessing you could do with this." They both sat down with a bottle of white wine and some left over petits fours that James had made to have after the meal the previous evening. "I want you in bed," Lucy suddenly told him and wasted no time grabbing his wrist and practically dragging him upstairs. They spent a surprisingly passionate night. Not even during their honeymoon had Lucy acted so tirelessly. SATURDAY "Time to get up Jillian." He was woken as late as he'd been for a long time, at nine thirty. "The lovely things in those shops won't buy themselves." In lieu of breakfast they had coffees, opting instead to have something to eat at the shopping centre. With that in mind Lucy dressed her husband in the same clothes as the day before and they set off. He queried the make up he had on his face, after he had showered it looked just as bright and crisp as it had when it was first applied. "That's to save you time sweetie," she told him, "it comes off with a special cleanser, it's so you don't have to keep redoing it." The first stop they made was a jewellery store where he had his ears pierced in three places each, a diamond stud in the top, a small ring in the middle and a miniature chandelier of crystals from the bottom. Don't think for one moment he accepted all this without complaint. "Remember that I'm only doing this because I love you and you have asked me. Don't think that I'm enjoying this, I'm merely putting up with it." he told her. "You remember that if you spend the weekend complaining you'll be going to work like it on Tuesday. Now just in case, let's get you a nice outfit you could wear to the office." He ignored this comment and just trailed along, shop after shop, with an increasing number of bags to carry. It included three two piece skirt suits with matching four inch heels, which he felt were hardly appropriate for an office, having mini skirts that only came less than half way down his thighs . Not that he was very concerned on that score, there was no way he was going to wear them to work. At a very upmarket boutique he was forced to model a very sophisticated powder blue evening gown with matching five inch heeled shoes. Lucy bought a very similar one but he noticed that her heels were only about three inches high. At twelve he was allowed to take them back to the car, then rejoin his wife in a small restaurant for lunch. The only positive was that the way he looked, he had no fear of being seen as being a man. The longer he was exposed to scrutiny, the more confident he got. After another circuit of the various stores after lunch, Lucy called a halt, telling him they had to go home to change as she was going to take him to a ballet at the theatre that evening. "Why do you think we bought those lovely evening dresses?" she answered his question. "Tonight's the night to wear them, we're going on to a supper club afterwards." He noticed that his wife was taking a great deal of care over how they both looked, while wondering about it, it didn't occur to him that they would see anyone they knew, it was only because Lucy loved it that they went at all. None of their friends were ballet fans. One thing he did apreciate was that she arranged for a taxi to take them, at least they would be able to have a drink afterwards. When they arrived at the theatre Lucy had the tickets ready and, while he didn't query it, they were shown up stairs, rather than towards the stalls where they usually went. He was more than surprised when they were conducted to the entrance of what must have been a very expensive box. There were three chairs in the large space, Lucy guided him to the one nearest the stage. In reply to his question, all she did was to put her finger up to her lips in a sort of shush signal, but to his horror, the reason for the box was apparent within a minute or two. The door behind them opened and Ms Westwood, his boss was shown in. Jillian wanted the ground to open up or, in default, thought about throwing himself over the parapet of the box, onto the stalls below, but there were too many people getting in their seats and he wouldn't have been certain of death. "Why Lucy, I'm so pleased to see you could make it." They air-kissed then she turned to him. "Jillian, I've been longing to meet you." And air-kissed with him, even though he was late leaning forward with the double shock of having the encounter and her addressing him by the name Lucy had only given him the night before. "How do you think she's turned out, Samantha?" Another reeling shock for him was that Lucy called the Managing Director of the company he worked for by her given name, something he only knew from the various business and legal forms he had to fill in for her to sign. "Why, she's beautiful Lucy, it never occurred to me that she would look so good, and that dress, where did you get it?" The rest of the conversation was lost to him, only mild relief was given by the start of the stage production. Not that he paid much attention to it, his mind was going back over the past couple of days, trying to work out what and why things had happened. During the interval Ms Westwood had ordered a bottle of Champagne delivered to the box, with three glasses and some hors d'oeuvres. While the two women tried to get him into conversation, he remained monosyllabic with his answers and drank little. He really felt he had to keep his wits about him. At the end of the show they had arranged that Ms Westwood's chauffeur driven limousine took them to an exclusive supper club, where he had little appetite and drank even less. His wife and boss not only got on well, he got the definite impression that they had met before, probably more than once. They were eventually dropped off at home by her car. "See you on Tuesday Jillian, I'll have a surprise for you then," rang in his ears just before she was driven off. "What was all that about?" he demanded to know as soon as they got indoors. "I think you've been very rude all evening." Lucy sounded furious. "You hardly spoke and you didn't even thank your boss for the wonderful evening. How could you show such a lack of manners?" "You haven't told me why all this was arranged," he replied. "What has my being dressed like an idiot got anything to do with Ms Westwood?" "I warned you not to keep on complaining." Lucy was furious by then, "sleep in the box room tonight, I don't want you near me." She left him to go upstairs, telling him that she would put what he needed on the bed and not to wake her in the morning. He got himself a stiff scotch, almost threw it down his throat, rinsed the glass and followed her up. True to her word, he found that she had placed a nightdress on the single bed with clean undies and a cheap shirt dress that they had bought in the afternoon, hanging on the outside of the closet. SUNDAY & MONDAY Although it had been well into the small hours when they had gone to bed, he was awake again before seven, noticing that he had no need to shave and his make up was still fresh looking. He showered then reluctantly dressed himself in Lucy's clothing selection as there was nothing else available, including a pair of shoes with three inch heels that he had noticed, in a pale apricot colour, matching the dress. That done he went to the kitchen, got himself a coffee and sat to try to think things over. The more he thought about the way Lucy had been acting the more he believed that there was something behind it that he wasn't getting. He decided on a plan of action. There was no fighting with Lucy, she would just get tearful or mad, either way he knew he'd give in. What he would do was to go along with her for the next forty eight hours but smuggle a suit of his proper clothes out of their bedroom and put it in his car, ready for Tuesday. He had noticed the salon that did his make up opened at eight thirty. He would leave for work early, in a dress, have the make up removed, change clothes and with luck he wouldn't be very late for his nine o'clock starting time at work. The first thing would be to butter Lucy up for the rest of the weekend. To that end he quickly poured her a coffee and took it up as soon as he heard her moving in the bedroom. The door was still locked when he got there so he knocked and Lucy opened it with a towel wrapped round her. She'd just got out of the bath. "Peace offering," he told her, "I'm sorry about last night, but you must admit it was a bit of a shock for me." She grunted, not unusual if she had a hangover, told him that they'd have breakfast out, then closed the door on him again. By ten o'clock they were each having a coffee and a croissant in a small shopping centre in a different part of town to where they usually went. Lucy had been more or less silent up to that time but when she spoke next she had extreme irritation in her voice. "I think that you are acting like a man in a dress." "Of course," he replied, "that's what I am." he told her with what he hoped would be taken as a light hearted smile. "You need to act in a much more feminine manner," she told him without any amusement. "I've arranged for you to have some lessons. You're too assertive, you need to learn to be submissive." He followed her out after he'd paid for the breakfasts and kept her in sight with some difficulty as she was walking in jeans and trainers, he had heels that he still wasn't completely comfortable with. He hadn't properly reached her when she entered a store called 'Miss By Candlelight', so he wasn't able to ask why she was going into what looked like a sex shop. "This is Jillian Imani," she was telling the woman behind he counter by the time he caught up, "he's booked in for the two day course." "Ah yes, thank you Mrs Barnes, just leave her with us." "What's going on?" he asked but it was only to Lucy's back as she walked out of the shop. "Come with me Jillian," the woman told him. "Quickly now and I'll explain." Torn as he was between following his wife, briskly walking away and very annoyed with him, or doing as he was told, he made the decision to go with the woman. At least he felt he could speak his thoughts to her without walking on eggshells. He followed her to an office behind the shop, noting that it was only the first door in quite a long corridor. She sat behind a desk but as there was no other chair he had no choice but to stand, "Jillian, your Mistress has passed you onto us to train you to be a perfect young lady. My name is Mistress Dawn and I am in charge here." she pressed a button and spoke into her desk phone. "Your next pupil is here." In only a minute there was a knock on the door and a very large lady, with muscles not fat he noted, entered. "Mistress Eve, this is Jillian, she's here for the two day course, see if you can knock her into shape." The newcomer sneered and told him to follow her. He didn't move. "Before I go anywhere, I want know what's going to go on," he told the person in charge. Without a word being said, Eve took hold of his ear, lifted it up and he had to get on tiptoes or have it pulled off. "You obviously want to do this the hard way." Dawn told him as he was dragged painfully out of her room, along the corridor and into another room three doors down. That was only the start of his problems from the lessons at Miss By Candlelight, he was given a cot in a small bedroom when it came time for him to stay over night. MONDAY EVENING At five on the dot, the time she was told he would be ready, Lucy arrived at Miss By Candlelight and was delighted to be met by Dawn and a very uncomfortable looking French maid. Jillian had a beautiful real cleavage, his breasts obviously enhanced, which cause Lucy to compliment Dawn on a super job done. "That's not all Mrs Barnes, Jillian, skirt up and panties down." The humiliated maid did as was told and showed his wife a flat crotch with a very feminine slit. Dawn took her to one side and spoke so he couldn't hear. "He's been told that the alterations to his body are only cosmetic, his breasts will go down in a month or two and his testicles are up in his body and it's just his scrotum wrapped round his penis and stuck in place. As I say, he thinks the whole thing can be unstuck, he doesn't know that you ordered him to be castrated and his breasts are not only permanent but will get a lot bigger." "Has your bill been settled?" was Lucy's only response. "Yes thank you madam, it's all paid for, including the collar he's wearing. You already have his control button, don't you?" After she confirmed that she had, she called Jillian. "Jillian, come here girl, don't you look good?" "Not what I would have chosen but I'm more concerned about how I'm going to change for work." "There's nothing to worry about girl, you've got a suitable suit to wear. When we get home I want you to get straight on with cooking my dinner. You can serve it to me in the dining room and hang around in case there's something I need. I think you've been taught what to do, you eat after I've finished and everything's been cleaned up." "Can't I change out of this, it's very uncomfortable?" "No, you're suitably clothed for this evening." Lucy drove them home, conscious of how uncomfortable her husband was. It occurred to her that he was soon going to be lot worse. She smiled to herself. "What were the staff like there?" she asked. "You wouldn't believe them, they were a bunch of sadists. They didn't realise that I was there voluntarily." She didn't ask him to expand on that description. When they pulled up at their house Jillian was sent to the kitchen where he found the wherewithal for a simple meal. He'd just started getting it ready when he heard a bell ringing. Part of his 'training' had prepared him for this so he went to find what his wife wanted. "Weren't you told to curtsey when you enter a room?" she wanted to now. "Well, yes, but I didn't think you'd want me to do it when we're on our own. I thought it would be something I'd do as a laugh." "Let me make something clear to you." She held a remote control that was on a cord round her neck. She pressed it. Even though she'd been told, she was surprised that the shock to his neck from the collar he was wearing put him on the floor, writhing and trying to get his breath. She found the result absolutely amazing. "Get up!" she screamed at him. "Remember I am your Mistress, you will only ever call me that, you will curtsey at the times and in the way you were taught." He staggered to his feet, wondering what had turned his loving wife into this monster. "Yes Mistress." He curtseyed. "Get me a gin and tonic and something to nibble." He curtseyed again then hurried back to the kitchen, got her drink, some plates of nuts and dried fruit and some black olives, placed them all on a small tray and took them to her. This time he remembered to curtsey where required and left without speaking. In about twenty minutes he returned to the lounge, knocked on the door and waited to be told to enter, curtseyed, then stood with one hand folded round the other and his head down. "Yes Jillian?" "Dinner is ready Mistress." With the necessary grovelling he led her to the dining room where he pulled her chair out for her to sit. He served a cold pat( and salad starter, poured water and offered her red or white wine. She tasted the dash of red and gave him permission to pour it. He stood behind and slightly to one side of her to top up drinks or take other orders, the way he had been trained. He went through the three courses of the meal like that, finishing by offering her cheese and Port, which she declined but told him to bring her a coffee in the lounge. After he did that he returned to the kitchen to clean up all the detritus of cooking and found time to have a small snack himself. It was some time later when the bell rang again. "Go to my bedroom, turn down my bed and wait for me there Jillian." He waited a few minutes then heard her come up the stairs. "Come out here for a moment Jillian." She was standing on the landing and opened the spare box bedroom door, showing him the interior. "This is now your room Jillian." She walked into it and opened a closet door. "You'll find all your clothes in here, and before you ask, all your old things you had when you were pretending to be a man are now at the charity shop. You will find your very nice two piece suits here and you are free to choose which one you want to wear to your office. "Now come with me and help me undress." Helping her undress extended to giving her service with his mouth. "Such a shame you can't have sex any more Jillian," she taunted him. "What's it like to be castrated and have permanent make up and breasts?" He didn't answer her, but she knew the information must have devastated him. TUESDAY MORNING By six the next morning he was already up, having given up on sleep, so he decided to get an early start in his office, in any case he didn't want to be seen more than necessary by the other staff. He selected a powder blue suit, with matching shoes and bag, he thought the colour suited him, then he made sure everything looked right. The blouse he selected also had a high neck, so it would cover the necklace area, to save explaining the nasty thing he was fitted with and the vivid red marks round his neck, from the previous evening. When he arrived he got himself coffee and was fully absorbed in work when his secretary put her head round his door. "Excuse me," she started to say. "It's alright Nicola, it's me." He realised that his state of dress had caused her some alarm. "My wife got a bee in her bonnet for some reason, Ms Westwood already knows about it." "Well I must say James, you are a good looker." She walked into the room. "What on earth started her of on this track?" "I honestly don't know, I think there's more to it than I've been told, so I'm playing along for the time being." A thought struck him. "Can you try to field any time wasters today?" "Sure thing, can I get you another coffee?" He always got on well with the staff and Nicola was one of the best. He didn't anticipate any nastiness but he decided to be careful. It was when she got back with his coffee that he had another surprise. "James, have you seen your name on the door?" He went out to see what she was talking about. Sure enough, what had read 'James Barnes' now said 'Jillian Imani'. Before either of them could comment further, Nicola's phone went. It was Ms Westwood's secretary calling her to ask him to go up to see her straight away. It was only with some hesitation that he was able to pass the secretary to see his boss. He was only mildly surprised to see Lucy already sitting there. "You are still looking good Jillian," she commented. "Take a seat, I think the time is right to explain some things to you. First of all I have to tell you that you volunteered to have all your treatments, eventually you might even volunteer to have a full sex change, as it stands I don't think you will have much option if you ever want sex again. What you were told was a cosmetic treatment only, actually involved castrating you and substantially reducing the flow of blood to your penis. That, together with large doses of oestrogen you've already been given, have permanently deprived you of your manhood. Now you may try to say that you didn't volunteer, but I have a paper here that gives the names of witnesses who will swear you wanted it and you can't prove otherwise. Now I actually paid for Miss By Candlelight, but by a bit of juggling I reclaimed the charge through the company main account which you control and so I can prove you embezzled the funds to pay for your treatments. Obviously that is a very serious breach of trust and would give you a prison sentence. The same witnesses will say how you changed your name by deed pole, so you are officially now Jillian Imani, you may have seen that your door name plate has been altered to reflect that. Between Lucy and myself, we've also had your driving licence and social security numbers changed to your new name. There's no point trying to say that we did it, my witnesses are unimpeachable, I made sure of that. You may wonder why we went to all this trouble. Well first of all, don't get me wrong, Lucy and I realise that you're a damn good accountant, in fact I admit that it would be very difficult to replace you. However, if you found out about an affair Lucy and I have been conducting, you would have undoubtedly divorced her and left my employ. We wish to continue our relationship and she wishes to keep her assets so now you have apparently signed over your house, investments and bank accounts to Lucy, at the same time as you signed off on a 'no fault' divorce. So you see, all our problems are solved. Lucy keeps her house and has a maid thrown in and this company keeps a very efficient accountant, on top of that, your ex-wife and I can continue to see each other. There is also another piece of news. Your wife is coming to work here, I have another venture in mind and I wanted to leave this one in safe hands, so she will now be your superior here as well as at home. Of course the obvious choice for me would have been for you to run things, God knows you could do it well, and as there was a danger that you wouldn't want to work for your wife here at all, it was another reason I had to make sure you had no alternative but to stay. This way, I get your expertise and am able to pay all your salary to your wife. All I want to hear from you is your admiration of how clever we are, then you can get back to work." "Lucy," Jillian looked at his wife, "I told you that I would do anything you wanted, to prove how much I was in love with you. I have to tell you that I'm afraid that as of last night, when you seriously hurt me, I cannot say that statement is true any longer. Ms Westwood, you were wrong. I wouldn't have done anything bad if you'd both just been honest with me. Lucy could have had her divorce and a reasonable settlement, even if she'd come to work here, I would have been philosophical about it, these things happen. Now I'm afraid you are going to have to be philosophical, both of you. You will find that most people in this world are relatively honest, I'm afraid they won't go along with your little fraud. You both obviously think I'm clever and good at what I do, so I don't understand why you would think you could make a fool of me with this little stunt." "If you've forgotten," Lucy had a smile across her face, "I have my insurance with me." She pulled the remote from under her blouse and pressed the button. There was no effect. She pressed it again just as there was a bit of a commotion outside the office door. Two men and two women entered, making the office suddenly seem quite small. "Samantha Westwood and Lucy Barnes, I am Detective Superintendent Barker, I am arresting you both on charges of falsifying official documents and conspiracy to cause grievous bodily harm, I must warn you that other charges may follow." As he read out the official caution Jillian opened his bag and took out the necklace, handing it to the officer. "That's the spare key and you'll find the control round my wife's neck." As soon as Ms Westwood started to tell her story, the policemen warned her. "Madam, before you say anything, I must tell you that we've been recording and listening outside the building to the entire conversation that has just taken place. I suggest you speak to your lawyer at the police station before you tell me your side." Jillian smiled at her and lifted his lapel, showing a microphone under it, then he pointed to the end of his handbag where a small lens could just be seen. Lucy was handed some papers by the other man there, who she suddenly realised was Peter Laws, their friend "Lucy," he spoke to her directly, "these are a petition for divorce, a real one, and an injunction preventing you from contacting or approaching to your husband." BACK TO SUNDAY & MONDAY "Jillian, your Mistress has passed you onto us to train you to be a perfect young lady. My name is Mistress Dawn and I am in charge here." she pressed a button and spoke into her desk phone. "Your next pupil is here." In only a minute there was a knock on the door and a very large lady entered. "Mistress Eve, this is Jillian, she's here for the two day course, see if you can knock her into shape." The newcomer sneered and told him to follow her. "Before I go anywhere, I want know what's going to go on," he told the person in charge. Without a word being said, Eve took hold of his ear, lifted it up and he had to get on tiptoes or have it pulled off. "You obviously want to do this the hard way," Dawn told him as he was dragged painfully out of the room, along the corridor and into a room three doors down. "Don't do that, this is an assault," he shouted, but the only effect it had was for Eve to ask another woman already there to pass here something. His mouth was forced open and a hard rubber ball was pushed between his teeth. Straps attached to it were fixed round the back of his head. Hanging in the centre of the room was a trapeze-like rod, his fingers were wrapped round it and a handcuff each side was fixed round his wrists. Eve told a 'Mistress June', a younger and much smaller woman, to lift him. She pressed a button on the wall and with a whirring noise, the trapeze lifted until he was so much on tip toe that his three inch heels weren't touching the floor. "Keep hanging on to that bar Jillian," June told him. A thought immediately hit him. He was determined not to comply with anything he was told, so let go. The metal cuffs were on short chains so he was then able to stand on his heels but that didn't last long. As the bar continued to rise the cuffs dug painfully into his wrists as they took his weight. He tried to scream with pain but the gag stopped any amount of noise escaping. The women didn't notice what he'd done. The large Eve attacked him with a pair of dressmakers' scissors, cutting his dress, panties and bra all off with the minimum of effort and the debris, together with his pantyhose and shoes were taken, leaving him naked except for his breast forms and gag. The women wrapped a garment round him which, had he been in less pain, he would have noticed was a corset, fastened at the front, then pulled tight with laces at the back. Eve used her considerable strength to pull it as tight as she could. June rolled sheer black stockings up his legs, attached them to the suspenders, then fitted a pair of black six inch heeled shoes on his feet, using the locks on the ankle straps to keep them there. It was as he was being lowered that they realised he was unconscious. The pain of being suspended the way he was, with the combination of being pulled about, increasing the pressure on his wrists, and the lack of being able to breath properly had caused him to pass out. They then saw that both his wrists were bleeding, from where some sharp places on the cheap metal cuffs had dug in. They'd never had anyone let go of the lacing bar before, so the problem caused by using handcuffs designed for role play, not serious restraint, hadn't arisen. While Eve set about loosening his corset laces, June went to get Dawn who was their designated first aider in the business. With the three women there, he started to come round. Eve removed the gag. "What happened?" June asked Jillian. "Why did you let go of the bar?" "I'm not going to do as you say," a rather feeble Jillian answered. "I don't care what you do, I want to know why I'm here." They sat him in a chair and June gave him a glass of water. "This is supposed to be a dream present for you," Dawn told him. "You're supposed to be enjoying this." "I suppose some people might, but I'm only dressed this way to please my wife." "You've been across dresser all your life, haven't you?" Eve asked. "This weekend is the first time I've ever been dressed and while I admit it isn't unpleasant in itself, it doesn't float my boat, if you see what I mean." "I'm sorry, Jillian, what's your real name?" Dawn joined the others in being quite upset. "It's James, can you tell me who arranged this and when?" "Well James, I can't tell you who made the booking, my husband took it, but I can tell you who paid, I remember because it was a business called Westwood Industrial Limited. I remember because we don't often get corporate customers and it's a well known business in the area. Do you know them?" "Know them? I work for them, can you remember the account that was used, was it entitled 'Entertainment'?" "Yes, I remember it was, is that significant?" "Yes, I'm Chief Accountant there and the only account I don't deal with is that one. My boss runs it and it's audited direct with her personal accounts." "What do you want to do?" It was Eve that asked him. "We're expected to train you for two days." "If I asked you to go ahead, but without the painful or any permanent stuff, could you carry on the way you would have? It will mean that you will have earned your money and I'll play along to find out what this is all about." "Well I can tell you now that you are to be trained to be a maid and a whole lot more," Dawn told him, "but before we do anything we've got to dress your wrists. We may deliberately seem to be dominatrices, but we only ever do what the customer wants, we won't do anything either immoral or illegal. However, if you go ahead I must point out that some things will be uncomfortable." "Uncomfortable I can live with." After his wrists were cleaned with an antiseptic and dressed, Eve again tightened his corset and he spent a few minutes trying to get used to the six inch heels on his shoes. What was worse mentally was the choker necklace that was fitted on him with a warning. "From what you've told me," Eve told him, "I'm worried about this thing. It has batteries in it with a receiver so that your wife can use it to give you a very painful shock whenever she wants. I think you ought to have a back up." "That's not all James," Dawn added, "we've been told to give you breasts, oestrogen in the form of slow release plus boosters, and also to castrate you." He accepted a spare key for the choker and took the precaution of making a phone call to double up on the back up she suggested. His contact, very coincidentally was his friend Peter Laws, the man Lucy had told him wore women's clothes to please his wife. The first thing about him was that, yes, Peter was a lawyer, but he had known James from childhood and he shared the knowledge that he was cross dressing years before he met his wife Kath, but of course James would never have mentioned that to anyone, not even Lucy. In view of the social standing of Ms Westwood, Peter contacted a high ranking policeman he knew personally. Jillian's training was interrupted the following day, for him to take delivery of several small sound and video transmitters, one of which he placed in the padding of the bra part of his costume. Jillian was adamant that they not take any action until they heard him say 'I told you I'd do anything you wanted'. Up to then, if he was hurt he would put up with it, but he really wanted to confront his boss, so she was implicated as well. When it came to the treatment, Dawn more often than not only provided temporary enhancements. To give him breasts they injected distilled water which would swell the area a little and that could be enhanced with padding, but his body would absorb the liquid over the course of about a month. For his crotch, it was a simple matter of some medical adhesive, pushing his balls up into his body, pushing him back then sculpturing the spare scrotum material round his penis to make a convincing woman. * * * * * The criminal trial caused a sensation, mainly because one of the defendants was so well known. Many of the gory details of what they intended to do somehow got into the press. Jillian (James wouldn't be able to appear until his 'permanent' make up had been cleaned off, a very long job because it was supposed to last six months) asked Peter if he knew who had leaked the story. He claimed he didn't know but gave a very strong hint that several of the persons involved in the case he knew socially, and Jillian assumed it was at one of the meetings that his friend attended while dressed. None of the 'unimpeachable' witnesses would back up the women once they heard of their arrests, and they weren't prosecuted in return for their statements. It took about a month to have all the legal papers annulled and in the meantime Jillian was approached by both other board members of his employer and by two of their competitors when they heard of the troubles. He settled on the M.D. post with his current employers on an extremely well enhanced salary plus an agreed corporate compensation figure for his suffering. The post would in any case have been vacant for nearly five years, even if Ms Westwood was let out for good behaviour. Both her and his soon to be ex-wife got eight year sentences. The judge commended the organisation Miss By Candlelight for being so moral, which didn't do their business any harm at all. In fact Dawn phoned him and offered a free makeover whenever he wanted as a thank you. His divorce went without a hitch, he was given nearly all their assets including the house but he didn't pursue the hairdresser that put the make up on him, he pointed out that they could easily have believed that he wanted it. That wasn't the case against Ms Westwood personally. From her he got a seven figure settlement. It was four years later that he married Nicola, his secretary, and it wasn't long before they had two youngsters, a boy and a girl. He didn't ever see his ex-wife or boss again, he heard they both moved abroad to avoid the publicity surrounding them. Did he ever take up the offer of free makeovers? Of course he did, both Nicola and he enjoyed it and they spent many relaxing evenings with Peter and Kath Laws, except of course it was Petra and Jillian that turned up.