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N.B. I've noticed sometimes, but not always, a small problem caused when I change to Rich Text Format from Word that some accents on or under letters get lost. For example Provencal should have a cedilla under the 'c' but comes out as Proven(al in my story 'The Pre-nuptial Agreement'. In the following story is the word 'melee' and this has a circumflex over the first e and an acute accent over the second e. Sometimes it reproduces correctly, other times it doesn't. Having gone to this explanation, sod's law says that it will reproduce OK, but if it doesn't it may look a bit like: m(l(e, and as there are two accents in this very short word I thought this quick note might make things clearer. WILLOW'S STORY "I'm going to do something about it," said Valerie Lavender. She had been having lunch with two of her closest friends since they were at school together, Sally and Denise, and they had been discussing how they had got married too young to their respective husbands. "I don't know what you've got to complain about Val," Sally mentioned, "at least your Bill helps around the house, my Ray doesn't do a thing, well hardly. We both work but it's always me that has to do the shopping and cooking and cleaning, you don't know you're born." "I can't see what either of you've got to complain about," complained Denise. "I've even heard you say how exhausted you are sometimes in bed, I'm lucky if I get a wham, bang, without even the thank you ma'am. As for working, Sally, you only do it part time and you've said it's only so you can eye up the talent." "But don't you realise, the two of you, we're each only twenty seven, we should have spent our time up to now playing the field, enjoying ourselves with umpteen sexual adventures," Val had to explain to the others. "We should only just now be thinking of settling down in the hum drum of married life. In stead of which we're sat here telling each other what we're missing out on." The three friends were lunching out, as was their habit every Monday and Friday, a chance to tell each other what they had planned for the weekend and then to have an inquest on the events afterwards. Their husbands were all quite well off men, so the expense twice a week of lunch, or any other meals come to that, in one of the best restaurants in town wasn't a problem for them. "Maybe it's because I've been married longer than either of you two," Val explained. "It's been seven years for me and less than four for either of you. Are you going to wait for it to get stale before you suddenly realise that you're stuck in a rut?" "What are you going to do?" Denise wanted to cut to the chase. "I'll be honest with you, I think my Paul is having an affair." This immediately perked up the interest of the other two. "How do you know, come on, spill," Val jumped in straight away. "Someone told me that he's been disappearing with his secretary for afternoons at a time and he's gone right off me in the bedroom." "Well why don't you join me the weekend after next and we'll sort them out for good and all," Val replied. "I've found this group who deals with the type of problems we have, it's hellish expensive but not nearly what we'd lose in a divorce court." "What do they do?" Sally wanted to know. "Well to be perfectly honest, I don't know exactly. Do you know May Burton? She told me told me about it and I've arranged to take Bill the weekend after next, why don't you come along and see, they guarantee to change the whole hierarchy of the marriage. Mind you, you can only use it if a previous customer recommends you, other wise it's very hush hush. He has to stay there about a month for them to show him what to do and make sure that he's willing to do it. It's run by a group of women who are determined to stand up for women's rights. You don't have to take your husband the first time, just come along and see for yourself what they do." "What sort of place is it?" Even Sally was intrigued. "It's a country club down in the West Country, you can just go down to relax for the weekend or you can take your man for re-education, they call it. I don't know all the details but they say that the wife in the marriage becomes dominant, her husband guaranteed to do as she tells him. I do know that the person who told me about it, May Burton, do you know her? She told me in the strictest confidence, now has a maid instead of a husband and she openly does exactly what she wants and she said that she doesn't get a word of complaint from him, he never answers back. Do you fancy coming down to see how they do it with Bill?" After very little further discussion, Sally and Denise agreed that they would be fascinated to see what they did and would tell their husbands that it was going to be a girl's weekend in a spa, giving them time to arrange more golf etc., to occupy them while they were left alone. Bill was mystified as to why Val would want him to go with them to a spa, he had been told that the two other wives were going and he tried his hardest to get out of it for himself. "I don't know why you want me along with your friends, I know you all take the opportunity to slag us men off and you'll feel inhibited if I'm there to defend myself," he had told her with a smile on his face, but his wife was adamant. "I've paid for you to have special treat," she told him, "so you've got to come." When the allotted weekend arrived, Bill left work early and drove them down in his car on the Friday. They were all surprised how isolated the country club was, a big old mansion, its grounds were extensive with a high wall surrounding them. When they arrived at the gates their booking was checked before they were allowed into the grounds but once there four gorgeous looking girls in French maid costumes came to collect their luggage and show them to the reception desk. Val wondered how they could walk in the stilt like heels they had on their feet and they deferred to an older woman who was obviously in charge of them. She was wearing a trouser suit but the minions were all in very low cut uniforms that also showed a great deal of their very shapely legs. "Ah yes, Ms Lavender and party," the woman entered them into the computer, "if you ladies would go with Stephanie and Mr Lavender, will you go with Jackie. All will be explained to you once you are in your rooms." Bill was a bit taken aback not to be with his wife, but assumed that the women's quarters might be separated for reasons of modesty. He just hoped that he would not have to sleep in a single room, they both enjoyed their sex and a weekend away was normally an excuse for bedroom Olympics for them. The three women found that they were all in double rooms but supposed that it in part accounted for the large fee they charged even for those just staying for the weekend with no other services booked. They were only mildly surprised that only the three of them sat down for the evening meal, there was no sign of Bill. Their orders were taken by a senior member of staff but the waitresses that served the dishes were all absolutely beautiful and wearing the very high heels of their colleagues, the wives commented about them and wondered how they were able to recruit such attractive girls. Once they had eaten they were shown though to a large and very luxurious seating area where their coffees and/or liqueurs were served on low coffee tables by the same waitresses. It was then that they discovered the reason for the expense. They were each handed a further menu, but this one didn't have food listed, rather each page was the photograph of a nude male with a number on the page of their picture together with their ages and statistics. Looking round they guessed that there were probably some thirty guests but the menu contained well over a hundred different men for them to choose from. Interestingly a second menu was also placed on the table which contained naked photographs of other women, again numbered and with their statistics. "Wow!" exclaimed Sally. "I didn't expect this." The other two agreed but were rather engrossed in perusing the menu. "For those of you that haven't been here before," the lady that was in reception spoke to the room, "Please make three selections, marked one, two and three, and we will endeavour to provide you with the nearest to your first choice." "I'm sorry, I can't do this," Of the three Denise was the least likely, the others thought, to be the one to baulk. "I know, I know, Paul is having an affair, but two wrongs don't make a right. I'm afraid that I have to stick by my vows, I'm sorry, but I don't think that should effect the choice you make." "Don't worry, it won't," Sally quickly said and Val agreed with equal speed. Denise found that breakfast the next morning was a lonely experience, the others didn't surface until nearly eleven, by which time she was out by the pool, noticing that she was now the only single woman there. It was nearly lunchtime when she was joined by the others with Victor and Arnie, the two muscle men Val and Sally had chosen. Denise had a moment of jealousy when she saw the two hunks in the flesh but had to content herself with the knowledge that she was doing the right thing. While she didn't wish to spoil the atmosphere for Val, she did ask when they were going to see the new improved Bill. "Who's that?" Victor asked. "Your husband being treated?" "Yes, I don't know if we'll see him again this weekend, I don't get him back for four weeks," Val replied. "You're having the platinum service done to him, aren't you?" Arnie asked. "That's right." "Well you can take a peek at him before you go," Victor told her. "Why does it take that long?" Denise asked. "You do know what the platinum grade does, don't you?" Victor asked. "Val does, don't you Val?" Denise just realised that it was possible that Val didn't know. "Well, not exactly all the gory details, but I do know that I'll be his boss once we're home, he won't answer me back." The men looked at each other meaningfully but didn't speak. As Valerie didn't enquire further, the other two didn't think they ought to ask, they just laid back and enjoyed the superb cuisine and other things the centre had to offer for the rest of the weekend. Although the forbidden act for a married woman had been a big turn on for Valerie, truth be told she didn't find her escort's lovemaking that good. 'Still' she thought, 'I'm going to have plenty of time to look around.' By the time they were having Sunday lunch, Denise noticed that Sally looked as if she needed to sleep for a day to get over their stay, not the same as she thought about Val. "Are you going to look in on Bill?" Denise asked Val. "I may as well have a peek, to see how he's getting on." And went to enquire about it from the reception desk. "We can go along now before we pack, but I've been told not to expect a lot," she told the others and with that followed directions to the 'Blue Treatment Rooms' as instructed. Once in that suite of rooms they found another reception desk. The woman there was dressed in a nurse's uniform and while her friends were told to wait behind, she picked up a clip board and took Valerie along two further corridors to a small room, "I think you've been told that there's not much to see at the moment, the real difference will be when you return in four weeks." She pulled back a pair of curtains on a window that looked into what looked like an intensive therapy hospital room. The person in the bed could have been anyone. They were covered over their head, down their body, even their ankles with bandages. They looked thick. Pipes and wires went into and out of the bandages and a bank of monitors was the other side of the bed. "All your husband's surgical procedures have been completed and her programming started as of this morning, as you know they're the same procedures that Mrs Burton had on her husband. That's what you ordered, you told us that you knew all that entailed. I'm sure you will find everything has been done that you ordered and her dressings will come off completely in seven days but programming and tattooing her make up will not be finished for a further two weeks. She then has a week here to make sue there are no hitches, then you can take her home." "She?" Val queried. "With tattooed make up?" "Yes, ass you must know, she will present from now on as a female." "Well I must admit that I didn't realise that it would require such drastic work," Val mumbled, looking at all the bandages, "it's going to take some explaining to him." "Mrs Lavender, can I just point out that you signed off and paid for all her procedures, you were expressly told that you will have no reason to explain anything to her. You have ordered her to be a completely obedient maid. She will do whatever you tell her, there is no way she will answer you back, even if she wanted to, that was something you expressly specified." Valerie rejoined the others, who were full of questions as to how Bill was getting on. "Is he compliant with the changes? I bet he's kicking up a fuss?" Denise wanted to know. "No, he's being no trouble at all," Val answered truthfully but didn't offer any other qualification. "Which of you is going to bring their husband in next?" "I'll bring Ray in, but I want to see how Bill turns out first," Sally told her. "Tempted as I am, the way Paul is behaving, I think I'd prefer to just divorce him and be done with him. No matter how he turns out I wouldn't want to have him hanging around," Denise was always the conservative one of the three. The four weeks dragged by for Valerie, she found that she couldn't concentrate on her tennis matches, or anything else. Her only real achievement was to have their attic converted to a maid's quarters, with a bed-sit room and an en suite bath and shower room. She could hardy wait for the four weeks required. In the event Denise didn't join them. She pointed out that she hadn't availed herself of the 'extras' the spa offered, plus she was going ahead and divorcing Paul. He had moved in with his secretary but she was a little concerned that if she left their house unattended, he might come back with his girl, leaving Denise to find somewhere else to live. She pointed out to the other two that she had made the house the home she wanted and no one was going to take it away from her, but she did accept an invitation from Val to have a meal with her as soon as she got back with Bill. As before Val and Sally pulled up at the reception and the uniformed maids came forward to take their luggage. This time though, Valerie was given a double bedded room that had a second, very much smaller single bedroom through a connecting door. They had been a little late arriving, so the two women met up straight away in the dining room, to enjoy a drink while they perused the food menu. "When are you going to meet Bill?" Sally asked, "aren't you excited?" "I hope it isn't until I've made the most of one of their hunks," Val told her. They placed their food orders and the same gorgeous maid that took Valerie's bags, delivered their meal. She had happened to notice the name badge she was wearing, 'Willow', which struck her as unusual. "Willow is a pretty name," she told the girl She just curtseyed and went off without a word but when the woman who had taken their order came over to see if everything was in order, Val asked her about the girl. "That's your maid madam," she was told. "We had her sign her name the way she always has and discovered that it looked just like Willow, so that's what she's been called. That way there will be no confusion for her." As the woman walked off Val remarked to Sally that it might not be confusing for the girl, but that she was confused about the explanation. "Why would the girl sign Willow and it not look like it?" "Most odd," agreed Sally, "how on earth can these girls walk in those heels, or put up with such revealing costumes, come to that." "It's her waist that gets me," Val added, "haven't you noticed how small it is, with a bust her size it makes her look like a Barbie doll?" After they'd eaten Willow brought them the 'male companion' menus. They knew the form now and quickly made their selections. Val hadn't been terribly impressed with Victor on her previous visit, so on Sally's recommendation chose Arnie while Sally herself went for someone new, a man called Henry. It wasn't long before they decided that it as time to turn in. Valerie wasn't amused, Arnie was quite big where it mattered but didn't have the staying power of even Victor the last time. They had one more try in the morning and that was slightly better, at least she managed one orgasm. Arnie had just rolled off of her when there was a knock on the internal door to the single bedroom. "Come in," Val called out. It was the maid, Willow, and she entered with two coffees and the breakfast menu, placed them at the bedside, then retired to her room, closing the door. "I didn't get this service when I brought my husband in last month," Valerie mused out loud. "Well you wouldn't have, would you?" Arnie commented. "Why not?" she was a little tetchy, having had what she now admitted to herself, was a rather disappointing night. "Well didn't you have the platinum service? It takes four weeks for them to do everything." She looked at him, then the door, then him again. "You're not telling me that the maid was my husband?" She thought he would burst out laughing at such a suggestion. He didn't. "I know, they're good, aren't they? I haven't seen a woman yet that's had the platinum service and recognised their husband afterwards." Valerie leaped out of bed and rushed to the internal door, pulled it open and confronted Willow who was sat on her bed but jumped up and curtseyed "Who are you?" she demanded. The maid opened her mouth but there was only a sort of hissing noise. She put up one finger then took hold of a small notebook that was on a cord from her waist. With a pencil she wrote, I AM WILLOW MADAM and curtseyed "How long have you been called Willow?" Val asked. She wrote I DON'T KNOW MADAM with another curtsey. "How long have you worked here?" Willow just showed her the 'I don't know' again. Valerie studded the girl's face. It was at that point she realised perhaps there were enough common features for it to have once been Bill, but she couldn't be sure. She returned to her bedside and picked up the telephone, dialling '0' for reception. "I'm sorry to trouble you, but can you tell me when my husband will be ready to collect?" she asked. "Mrs Lavender...let me see...here it is, according to our records she should already be with you, her name now is Willow. I remember now, it was funny but when we asked him to sign his name when he arrived, it looked so much as if he'd written 'Willow' we decided that should be her name. Of course you can change it if you want, but all her papers, birth certificate, social security number and so on would have to be changed again." "No...that's OK.. Thanks." She returned to Willow who standing by her bed. "Willow, do you know who I am?" She wrote MY MISTRESS then she curtseyed. "No, I mean can you remember me from before last night?" NO MADAM then I'M SORRY MADAM I CANNOT REMEMBER ANYTHING "Can't you speak?" As the maid showed her the 'no madam' again, a tear ran down her cheek. "I'm sorry Willow, don't cry, I'll see if anything can be done about it." At that she was surprised to see the maid had got down on her knees and was holding her hands in a prayer position, she was begging for something. PLEASE MADAM I'M NOT COMPLAINING, IF I DO I CAN'T STAND THE PUNISHMENT - PLEASE MADAM I DON'T MIND She scribbled the words so quickly, for a moment Val had trouble reading them. "It's alright Willow, I won't say anything." She left the maid, closing the door behind her and went back to her bed. Arnie wanted to know what she thought of the job they'd done. "She seems terrified of punishment, do you know what they do to make her that scared?" "I do as it happens, when they cut their bits off, they leave connected the sensitive parts of their penis, especially the glans, buried in their bodies wrapped round a small radio wave receiver and ultra powerful battery. When they send a transmission to it I'm told it's incredibly painful, it feels like they're being split in two there with a hot steel rod. It's far worse than flogging or any of the traditional tortures because they can't usually pass out with the pain. Fiendish, isn't it?" For the first time in her life Valerie felt physically sick at what she'd done. "Come on, get up, I'm going home," she told him. She phoned Sally's room, telling her that something had cropped up and they needed to head home. Her friend wasn't overjoyed at having her weekend cut short and insisted they have breakfast before they left. To save time Val went to the reception desk to pay their bills. "I hope everything is to your satisfaction madam?" the receptionist asked. "Yes, perfectly thank you," she just wanted to get going. "I've taken the liberty to have your maid's uniforms and accessories packed in your boot by a valet, here is your discipline control. We don't usually find it needs to be used very often, it's very efficient, but if you have cause to have a serious complaint about your maid, we'll take her back for a week at our expense to rectify it. We've never had a maid sent back twice." She laughed at the last comment, then gave Val the remote control that had chain fitted to it. "If you just let it hang from your neck, the sight of it will keep your maid on her toes," she laughed again. She joined Sally at her breakfast table, being served by Willow, but refused anything more than a another coffee. When the maid went to get it, Sally had to ask her. "Well, have you seen Bill?" "Yes and so have you." "I don't think so." Sally was puzzled. "It's Willow, she used to be Bill." Sally made no secret of her incredulity and it was only after they all got into the car, Willow on the back seat, that Sally finally believed her. "I didn't recognise you." Val saw that her friend was trying to draw the maid into a conversation. "It's no good Sally, she can't talk." "What do you mean 'can't talk'?" "They've done something to her vocal cords, she can't talk." "Oh my God Val, what else have they done?" "I don't know... except she can't remember anything and I know they've implanted some sort of torture device in her body, it's the most horrible thing I've ever heard of." "But aren't you pleased Val? It's exactly what you've wanted," Sally told her. "I wish I'd brought Ray with me to have him done, now I'll have to wait another week." "You're going to have Ray done the same way?" Val was astonished. "Darling, it's a dream come true, you've got the perfect situation," Sally was talking quietly, close to Val's ear now, "you've kept all your man's money, you've got a free maid for life and you can go out and play the field. I can't wait." The effect of Sally's enthusiasm made Valerie feel that perhaps it would work out, after all, she didn't actually need to use the discipline device on Willow. She dropped her friend off at her home and it wasn't long before she was showing Willow round her own. The maid had to take two trips to carry all her uniforms up to her new room in the attic, but Valerie couldn't help asking her. "Can you remember this house Willow?" She was happy to see the 'no Madam' page on his notepad presented. "As soon as you've finished hanging up your uniforms, go down to the kitchen and get me some lunch. Tonight I'll send out for a take away, that will give you a chance to sort yourself out, getting to know where things are and what ingredients we have. Tomorrow I want you to prepare a lunch for two, I have a friend coming to visit." The maid curtseyed and Val left her with a much improved state of mind, now convinced that things were going to work out. She telephoned Denise to confirm that she would come to lunch the next day. "What's Bill like Val?" Denise asked. "What does he think of what you've done to him?" "Oh he doesn't mind at all, Denise, you just wait till you see him," By now Val was becoming quite gleeful about what she'd done. For meals Val was able to sit at her dining room table and be waited on by a maid that seemed to hardly stop curtseying. It was heaven for her, even though the meal itself was just a take away Chinese. Lunch had been a chicken salad which was fine, but the dressing on it was obviously out of a bottle. Along with that Willow didn't offer any wine with the meals, not that she really wanted it, but it would have been nice to have the option. With these developments, the next morning Val thought it best to find out what the maid planned for lunch. She wrote out a menu on her pad: SOUP, GRILLED SALMON + SALAD, ROAST BEEF + POTATOES + BEANS + PEAS + BEEF GRAVY, FRUIT + CREAM, CHEESE + BISCUITS. "That looks fine Willow, what wines are you going to serve with them?" WHITE + RED + PORT. "Which wines?" Willow looked confused and again showed her the same card. "I think you ought to show me." Willow led her out into the kitchen and, curtseying, pointed to the small wine rack where Bill kept his cooking wines. "Oh no dear" Val led her to a door at the back of the kitchen that opened to reveal steps going down to their basement wine cellar. "Come with me." She showed the collection of wines to the maid and, just to be on the safe side, selected three wines plus a decanter that held about half a bottle of Port. They carried two bottles of each back to the kitchen where Willow started to put them all in the empty spaces in the rack. "Aren't you going to put the white wines in the 'fridge?" Willow curtseyed and did as was suggested. Val was starting to worry. "Do you know about wines Willow?" She just got shown the 'no Madam' page again then made the hands together praying action which Val could immediately translate as asking her forgiveness. "That's OK Willow, it's not your fault." At just before twelve thirty the front door bell rang so Val sent Willow to answer it, she curtseyed and showed Denise into the lounge. Having established that they would each have a glass of Champagne, Willow efficiently dealt with those requests, and as soon as she left the room, Denise was full of questions. "Come on, when am I going to see your husband?" "Denise," Val savoured the moment, "that was him." "What!" "That was Bill, all dressed up in the French maid's costume." "But she's got breasts and a fantastic figure and her legs?" she phased it as a question. "I know, she's incredible isn't she? He's Willow now and he'll do whatever I tell him." "Make up your mind Val, is he a 'he' or a 'she'?" Denise laughed at the thought. "Let's see shall we?" Val called for the maid to come in. "Willow, slip down your panties and lift your skirt." Denise made a frantic 'you shouldn't ask that' sort of mime, but it was too late. Without the slightest hesitation or seeming embarrassment, the maid dropped, then stepped out of the tiny g-string and lifted her petticoats.. It was the women who were embarrassed. All that was visible from the front was what looked just like a tiny clitoris, set a very low in his perineum, in a smooth area of skin that extended from her stomach to down between his legs. "Thank you Willow, please put them back on and continue with what you were doing," Val waited until the maid had left then continued; "I think she's definitely more of a 'she' don't you? Mind you there's one thing I wouldn't use" she went on to describe the means she had to punish him. "Have you really done that to Bill?" Denise asked. "This isn't some sort of joke?" "Of course it's him Denise," Val sensed a certain degree of disapproval, "Sally's going to take Ray there next weekend, she thinks it's great." Denise elected to say no more. Whatever she said, she decided, would only make Val entrench her position deeper, but she privately decided that it was so appalling she wouldn't even have done it to her adulterous husband, let alone a good man like Bill. The meal went ahead under rather strained circumstances and was not a patch on the food either of them had in the past when Bill was cooking, but neither said a word about it. It wasn't long after they'd finished that Denise said that she didn't like her house being empty for any length of time, knowing her errant husband might try to get back in. She didn't mention that she'd already got an injunction preventing him doing just that. The real reason was that she couldn't keep having to face poor Bill any longer. Bedtime saw Val have another disappointment. Bill had been a magician with his tongue and fingers, not just his penis which she now had to admit to herself was bigger and certainly had more stamina than either of the so called 'hunks' she had tried in the last month. Willow did exactly as she was told, but had none of the expertise or imagination of Bill, and it was no use trying to get her to remember what she did before her change. All that was a foreign country. The next morning as she lay in bed, Valerie was starting to face up to some facts. She had to find a good male replacement for Willow in bed and she had to think about employing a cook for at least some nights of the week and certainly if she was entertaining. In spite of the claims made about the transformation procedure, the only things her new maid was good for was cleaning and as a waitress. She started to draft a letter of complaint in her head then she remembered what they had said about having the maid back and punishing her. Even in her discontented and frustrated mood, she couldn't face being responsible for that. She realised that Willow was only doing what she was told. After having another mediocre breakfast she told Willow that she was going out, probably for all day and that after she'd tidied the house she could watch television or read a book from their library and just sort out her own meals. She went to their golf club and by eleven thirty was ensconced at the bar. By twelve more members were about, including Sally and Ray who came in with another couple who they had just played a round with. "Hi," Ray greeted her, "poor you, have you had any news of Bill yet?" For the first time since she had reported Bill missing, she actually felt a bit sad that he wasn't there. "None at all Ray," she replied, "He seems to have just disappeared into thin air." "Poor you." Ray repeated the sympathy while Sally was obviously having trouble keeping a neutral face. Of the couple with them, the woman took her leave after the first drink and the man was introduced to Val as being James Parsons, a newcomer to the area. Upon enquiry she was told that his woman partner wasn't connected to him, just someone that made up the foursome game. Val liked the ruggedly handsome man and during the course of the lunch the four had together, it was immediately clear that he wouldn't object to a liaison. After lunch Sally reminded Ray that he'd told her that he needed to go into the office that afternoon and then said that she was going shopping. That left the field open for Val and James and they took full advantage. It wasn't long before they were back at Val's house where she had Willow bring them a bottle of Champagne and two glasses to the bedroom. There they relaxed semi-dressed, and she thought that at last she'd hit the jackpot. He had her in fits of laughter with his jokes and when he told her a limerick; "There was a young lady from Brighton Whose boyfriend said 'you're a tight'un', She said 'you're a poor sole You're in the wrong hole There's plenty of room in the right'un'." She shrieked so loudly that Willow came back to see if she was in some sort of trouble. "It's alright Willow," she explained, "Mr Parsons was telling me a Limerick." The maid looked puzzled so James explained to her. "You've heard of Limericks, you know, rhyming stories in five lines," she still looked as if she didn't understand, so he continued, "something like; "There was a young plumber from Lea Who was plumbing his girl by the sea, She said 'stop your plumbing I think someone's coming' He told her 'don't worry, it's me'. Val shrieked again, but there was no response at all from Willow, so she just dismissed the maid, but worried that perhaps her brain was starting to get some sort of memory back and her puzzlement was because she didn't understand why someone was in bed with his wife. However it didn't stop her undressing them both and getting down to some serious lovemaking. The trouble was that Val had one climax, at the same time as James, but instead of working her up for round two, as Bill would have done, he turned over and went to sleep until it was time for them to get up and go out for dinner. * * * * * While this was going on, Ray's secretary called his internal phone to say that a woman had walked into their building to see him but wouldn't give her name. He wasn't in the habit of seeing strange women, but this intrigued him so he asked that she be sent up. He was caught by surprise when Denise walked into his office. "How come the cloak and dagger Denise?" he asked. "I'm sorry Ray, but it's most important that neither Sally or Valerie Lavender knows that I've come to see you," she saw his expression. "No I'm not here to seduce you, I need to warn you about something. Are you going to a health spa with your wife next weekend?" "Well, yes, she did mention it," He was even more puzzled. "You mustn't go. It's a trick to do something absolutely horrible to you." She went on to describe what had happened to Bill Lavender. Including the punishment implant and his inability to speak. "Denise, I'm sorry but I don't see why Val would do something like that to her husband and I don't believe Sally would do it to me," he tried not to give the impression that he thought she had gone mad. "I know it's difficult to believe," she persisted, "but if you don't believe me, go to Bill's place an see Valerie's new maid. Try to ignore how incredibly sexy she looks and imagine Bill's face with some cosmetic surgery. He's had his bits cut off and got big breasts and wears the most obscene clothes I've ever seen on a maid, but it's him." "You really believe this?" Ray asked. "Listen to me Ray, it's too late for poor Bill but you have to protect yourself. He's now called Willow and the reason is that they got him to sign his name, and William, the way he wrote it looks like Willow. I didn't understand at the time but I've done some research and discovered that if someone loses their memory they often retain a certain amount of what they call auto-function. If someone tells them to sign their name, they sign it automatically, without consciously thinking about it, so it would look like Bill signed Willow when his brain signed William." "Denise, all this is fantastic, people can't really do that, change them so completely." "Alright Ray, I wasn't going to tell you this, but when I went with Val and your wife I couldn't understand why the spa was so expensive. The reason is that wives go there, apart from having their husbands butchered, is to spend the time with professional men, lovers. Both of them had one when I was there, and no I didn't before you ask, and they had other men on Friday night when they picked up Willow. I'm sorry." Ray sat back in silence and was thoughtful for a while. Denise waited. "You're certain about all of this?" After a long silence it almost made Denise jump when he spoke. "One hundred percent," Denise didn't know what else to say to convince him of the importance of what she was saying. "In that case would you be prepared to repeat it to a friend of mine?" he asked. Once it was established that she would, he arranged a meeting the following day, not in his office, as she suspected his wife regularly spoke to his secretary and he didn't want Denise's description getting back to her. Denise wondered if she'd done the right thing, at least as far as her safety was concerned, people who could do the things they did to their victims, she was sure wouldn't hesitate to make her 'disappear' if they found out. In spite of this she knew she had to go ahead and see it through. She wouldn't be able to live with herself otherwise. Still with a worry over her safety, the next day she met up with Ray outside a prestigious office in the city centre. He took her in and they were shown up to his Solicitor's office where she was introduced to the lawyer Charles Schoville, who mentioned that he knew Bill well, as he had also acted for him on a number of occasions. "Ray, I hope you don't mind but I put your story to a policeman I know and he asked to be present, do either of you mind?" Upon receiving their assent he buzzed his secretary and two people that Denise had noticed waiting in the outer office came in and introduced themselves. "Good afternoon, my name it Detective Superintendent Jason Wilkes and this lady is Detective Sergeant Tanya Jones. I hope you don't mind but we are interested in the particular country club that was mentioned, would you tell us what you know about it?" Denise started at the beginning and told them what had happened to Bill and that she had to warn Ray that the same thing was arranged to happen to him. When she had finished, the solicitor asked her if she was certain that she'd come to the correct conclusion, that Willow used to be Bill. "I'd like to contribute to that Charles," the policeman interjected. "For some time we've been hearing rumours of this establishment, but up to now we couldn't even find out where it was, far less get the evidence to prove anything. So the answer is that I think it's most unlikely that Denise is mistaken." "What are we to do about it?" Charles asked. Before the Detective could answer, Ray spoke; "Surely the answer to getting evidence is for me to go with my wife as arranged?" "I'm sorry Sir, but we couldn't put you at risk," the detective said immediately. "Superintendent, Bill was a really good friend to me and even if he can't be brought back to the world as Bill, I want you to catch the bastards that did this to him. I'm going to go and I don't see how you could stop me." "I know that they won't let anyone near that hasn't had a personal recommendation, Valerie got hers by knowing a woman called May Burton," Denise had searched her memory and was able to give them the name. "I think she belongs to the gym where Valerie works out." "It seems to me that you have the perfect opportunity to gather evidence if I go along with my wife's scheme," Ray told them. It was with considerable reluctance that eventually it was agreed that the police would cooperate with Ray on his mission. Then the police had another complication. "I'm going in as well," Denise stated, so quietly that the lawyer asked her to repeat what she'd just said. "I started this hare running," she told them, "I can't let Ray go in on his own and I'm the only person that can back him up." There were multiple objections from all the others there, but she was adamant that she was going to go. Eventually it was arranged that they would meet up again on the Friday morning to provide them both with covert surveillance equipment and brief them on the plans they would formulate. Friday seemed an age coming for both Sally and Ray, but obviously they had very different expectations of it. The meeting between Ray, Denise and their co-conspirators went well and they each had tiny video and audio transmitters fitted to their clothing and each had a minute speaker bud fitted to the inside of one of their ears so that they could have any instructions sent to them. Just to be on the safe side Sally's handbag was swapped with a similar one; the police technician explained. "If there is any sort of interference with the reception of the signal outside the property, there is a recorder in here that will act as a back up to both sets of bugs." As Valerie already had Willow to look after her, Sally was only too pleased that Denise had decided to come along that evening, as otherwise she would have been there by herself while Ray was being 'treated'. She and Ray arranged to pick her up when they set off. Sally turned and winked at Denise when Ray kept asking her to explain what happened at the spa. "We all have a good rest and enjoy the various treatments," she told him, "I'm not going to tell you everything, it would spoil the surprise." Denise was amazed that Sally could have her husband treated that way, she wondered if she had ever loved him. When they arrived Ray was taken off by the woman called Jackie, the same one that had led poor Bill to his doom. This time though, thanks to her ear bud, Denise was able to hear the things that were going on around him. She realised that a dangerous time for him would come quickly, they were bound to put him out, they wouldn't want an unauthorised male wondering round the building. Then she heard Ray's voice. "This looks like and operating room, does the number 117 on the door have any significance?" he asked, letting everyone know the room number he was in. "We always give our new customers a short medical when they arrive," and unknown voice of a woman told him. As she and Sally were shown up to their rooms, Denise was able to follow Ray's progress. He was attempting to give a running commentary. "You want me to take everything off?" then suddenly, more urgently: "What are you injecting me with, I didn't wan...." Now alone in her room, Denise tried to speak to the police but there was no answer. Realising that there might be a signal jammer, the way the technician had spoken about, she used her mobile phone to call the Detective Superintendent's number that she had under just 'Jason' on speed dial. She didn't have a signal. At this point she was close to panic, but she realised she would have to think quickly if Ray wasn't to suffer the same fate as Bill. It would certainly take too long to leave the spa to make personal contact and she guessed that calls on her room's land line would be monitored. She looked round. On the door was a notice to say that if she smoked it would only be allowed in her room and then the ventilator had to be turned on. She hadn't paid any attention because she didn't smoke, but she saw the fire detector at the same moment she remembered from when she exchanged handbags, that she still had one of her errant husband's lighters in her bag. She emptied all the miniature spirit and liqueur bottles onto her bed, added a newspaper and toilet rolls from the bathroom and set the whole lot on fire. Once it was well ablaze, she opened her door to aid ventilation, causing the smoke alarm in both her room and the corridor to go off. She joined quite a crowd of women all making their way back down the corridor and thence to the reception area. By the time she got there a general panic had broken out, women were running everywhere and at that point she could see a large number of men, most in police uniforms and some armed, charging towards the entrance. "Thank God you're safe," it was Sally who grabbed her. "Do you know where the fire is?" Before she had time to answer, Denise recognised the D.S. running in. "He's been knocked out Jason, room blue 117," she told him. "The fire's only in 142." Half a dozen men ran past her carrying fire extinguishers, others moved everyone out to the car park for safety's sake. The spa was set in extensive grounds, surrounded by a high, broken glass topped wall with only one entrance and that was guarded by more police so no one was going to escape. They were only out there for ten or fifteen minutes, then everyone was herded back to the large dining room where policewomen were marshalling them into two groups, visitors and staff. The offices behind the reception desk were quickly filled with plain clothes police, who were collating records that were kept in a multitude of filing cabinets and P.C.s. Several times Sally asked Denise what she thought was going on. Her questions were deflected until Jason came back and Denise made the introductions. "Sally Simms, I am arresting you for conspiracy to commit grievous bodily harm to your husband, Raymond Simms," he went on to caution her. "I don't understand," Sally looked at her friend, then recognised Charles, the lawyer that sometimes she, but more frequently Ray, used for business. He handed her some papers and had her sign for them. "To save you going right through them Sally," he explained, "it's a petition for divorce from Ray, with an injunction preventing you from being within five hundred feet of him, which means you can't go home, you can also expect a civil damages suit to follow." He placed an arm round Denise's shoulder and guided her out to his car, leaving a very shocked Sally behind. "I think you ought to come back with me, I don't think Sally will be very good company. Jason came away from the m?l?e to find time to thank Denise for her quick thinking once they realised that there was some sort of device to stop signals coming from the spa buildings. They only allowed calls through their switchboard, presumably so they could control them. He told her that they would take statements from them the next day, once they were all back home. "What about Ray, have you heard how he is?" she asked as a technician swapped back her handbags, giving her own back and taking theirs with the recorder inside. "Yes, they've taken him to hospital as a precaution, we'll go there first, we might be able to collect him," the solicitor told her. After being brought round by paramedics, he was given the all clear to go home, but only if he had someone to stay the night with him. Denise immediately volunteered and it wasn't long before the three of them were headed back, away from the vicinity of the spa. "There's also going to be a problem of what to do with Bill," Charles told them. "The police have arrested Valerie and at the same time they had to take Willow in as well, they didn't think he was safe to be left on his own." "Could we go via the police station, then he could come along with us? We'll look after him until we can get him professional help," Ray suggested. "If you can put him up in your place, Ray," the solicitor told him, "I'll get an injunction against Valerie to keep her away on grounds of his safety, it won't be difficult under the circumstances." Once they got back to their local police station they learned about the raid on Valerie's house, which went ahead once the spa was being overrun. She was arrested and photographs taken of a distraught Maid, Willow, upset when they tried to get a statement from him. Because of his state of mind, the police inspector decided he should be taken back to the station until they found something to do with him. They arranged an appointment at the county hospital the next morning and it looked as if he would have to spend the night in the police station cells, until the three got back from the spa, the police were only too pleased to pass the responsibility of him over to them. It was well after midnight before Ray and Denise had got Willow settled in his bedroom at Ray's house. They had a taste of how difficult it was going to be to get Bill's mind back into Willow's body. He was completely thrown by the course of events, he knew he should be serving his betters, but they didn't want it and that just confused him. Although Ray had been told all about Willow, he was truly shocked when confronted by his former friend. There was absolutely no trace of the Bill he knew, just a frightened, silent young woman was presented to him. He was even more thrown when he realised that, but for Denise's intervention, his wife would have him made the same. Denise sorted out some of her clothes to give Willow to wear to hospital the next morning, rather than wander around in his nearly obscene uniform. The first appointment was to examine the physical changes that he'd had to endure and for that reason he had to see three different specialists, one each for a gender reassignment, an ear, nose, throat consultant, and a plastic surgeon. That took until after lunch, when all three reports were sent to a psychiatrist, Doctor Irene Phillips, who spoke to him for a little over two hours. It was agreed that he would see the doctor every day for the foreseeable future to try to recover his memories. There were only two hopes on the horizon shown by the reports. One was that the sensitive material left to torment him with through the remote control, was sufficient to provide him with a functioning vagina should he decide to progress that way. The other was that his vocal cords hadn't been surgically removed or cut, rather they had been chemically frozen, so there was just a chance they could be restored. While Willow was at the hospital Denise and Ray went to the police station to complete their formal statements. There they learned that the raid on the spa had been a complete success with over a hundred arrests for serious offences carried out overnight as well. The police had recovered a complete list of all the men that had been operated on and their spouses accounted for a significant proportion of those charged and included May Burton, the friend of Bill's wife, Valerie. Further good news was that the entire operation was owned by a woman who was a billionaire, so the victims could go after her for compensation, as well as their own wives. They also learned that Valerie and Sally had gone to stay with Valerie's sister, some twenty miles away. As Willow had no relatives who could take responsibility for him, and with their agreement, Doctor Irene arranged through the solicitor, Charles, and the hospital's legal department, for Denise and Ray to act as his guardians, through a power of attorney, until such time as he was able to understand what was going on. It was decided that his recovery would be helped if he could stay with them both, as they were, in Ray's house. Because there were no signs of unusual hormones, or any other treatment showing in his blood tests, they would hold back on any operations until, hopefully, he could decide for himself what he wanted to do. The only pressing things they were investigating were the removal of his shock device and a way to allow him to speak again. When they arrived home that evening, Willow wrote several questions down in an attempt to understand what was going on. The first of which was asking why he wasn't allowed to wear his uniform and serve them the way he knew he should. This was his main problem and was visibly very upset that, firstly his mistress wasn't coming back and in default of serving her, why he couldn't work for them as their maid. They did their best to calm him and compromised by all helping with the evening meal but letting Willow lay the table and serve the food, although they insisted that he ate with them. That was how things went, without any significant developments for the following three weeks The only exception was a small operation to removed the remote implant from his body. Doctor Irene Phillips was able to report a little progress, especially pleasing as she didn't want the shock of everything that had happened to him to be remembered too quickly. She reinforced a strength in him that would enable him to cope with the enormity of what had been done to his body. In the meantime, rather inevitably, Denise and Ray became very close, even though they wouldn't admit it, even to themselves. On the instructions of Doctor Irene, Willow was allowed to resume duties, at least part of the time as a maid in his uniform, but they insisted that he didn't curtsey and called them both by their given names. They both felt awkward about this and it was in part the reason for them not pursuing their emotions towards each other. Neither of them felt able to gain happiness while Willow was so deprived. By the end of the month Denise's divorce from her estranged husband Paul, was finalised. It had happened quickly because she had settled for their house and one third of their other assets, still a substantial fund, but Paul had been worried that she would go for more and then alimony, which she decided she didn't want or need. She was just pleased to be rid of him. Not long after this the first of the criminal trials of the people associated with the spa were due to start. These were of the staff and owners in the first instant and at the last moment some of them changed their pleas to guilty, the rest followed like toppling dominoes. Many of the staff were the wives of the maids that worked there, their own husbands were treated like slaves and so they faced additional charges. Only the Chief Superintendent, Denise and Ray were called, the latter two by code initials only, to protect their identities. They appeared to explain how the spa operated and how they were brought down, then medical reports on Willow and two other victims were submitted as samples for the judge to consider. He was asked to take a total of eighty seven victims treated the same as Willow and a further nineteen with lesser injuries into account. Sentencing of so many took three days and ranged from two years for the lesser staff members, to twenty eight years for the senior people. After this came the trials of the mostly wives, but a couple of mothers and one sister, who without exception also pleaded guilty. They had very little choice after the full impact of their conspiracies were known. They all got terms from five to eighteen years, the only exception being Sally, as Ray hadn't actually had the procedure done on him, unjust as it may seem, she only got three years. A huge compensation fund was set up from the assets of the spa and its owners, and in each case the women of the men 'treated' all had the majority of their assets handed to those men. Ray was awarded the house and ninety percent of their other assets. Willow, through his guardians, was also given a divorce and Valerie was only allowed enough money for the advance payment on a rented flat for when she came out after her eight years in prison. Willow had a long treatment on his voice which eventually paid off, as did recovering Bill's memories. One day, when Ray had been at work and Denise out visiting a family member, they came home to be greeted by their maid in uniform, something he hadn't worn for weeks. They were shown into their dining room, where he had prepared a four course meal for them. When they saw that the table was laid formally for only two, they were worried that he'd had a relapse. He got them seated then poured two glasses of Champagne. "This is to thank you for everything you've done for me," Willow said. They both were over the moon that he could speak again and what's more, cooked them a meal to the same standard as Bill was used to. They said nothing about the pitch of his voice, which was distinctly feminine. "I've decided on several things," he told them. " As you know I've had over two hundred hours of sessions with Doctor Irene and am taking the obvious course open to me. I'm going to have full reassignment surgery, I've still got the make up to contend with and if I want any form of sex life, plus because of the pitch of my voice, it's the only course open. Now I have to ask you yet another favour, would you allow me to continue to work for you? I still find it makes me far less worried about things, so even my Doctor thinks it would be best for me for at least a while." They both rapidly agreed. "Mind you, there is a condition," they looked at him, a little surprised. "for God's sake Ray, when are you going to take this woman to bed? It's obvious you're both crazy about each other, now do something about it." They did, that night. * * * * * Willow kept his name, he agreed that it was both pretty and unusual, and it wasn't long before he had his surgery and became a woman. She had her very large bust reduced from something like a triple 'F' to 'D' size and stayed with Denise and Ray for some three years, although they insisted that she ate with them. She was maid of honour at their wedding where she met up with a colleague of Ray's solicitor, a Jenny Holmes. Jenny knew about Willow's past and wasn't worried about it, in fact she pointed out that if she'd still been a man, she wouldn't have been interested. Their marriage ended the career of Willow the maid and they moved into a cottage close enough that they could keep up their old friendships. Actually the maid came out of retirement the following Christmas, when they had Ray and Denise, and Charles Schoville and his wife June over for a meal, giving out presents in a uniform that was red with a white fur trim. The following year they adopted a baby boy, soon followed by a sister for him. Even Willow had to agree that life had taken a satisfying turn, even after all the traumas.