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I explained at some length, just before the story 'Incontrovertible Evidence', the circumstances of how I describe the gender of the hero(ine) in most of my stories. In this one I've stuck to 'he', the male pronoun all the while 'he' thinks of himself as male not female. It's not until he accepts that he is a 'she' do I change it. Hopefully, although this explanation may not be terribly clear, it will make the story easier to follow. Thanks to those that leave me feedback in the reviews, I really appreciate it. THE REVENGERS David's love affair with his wife Sue, started when they were still at school but it was a long time before he could pluck up the courage to ask her out. In fact he actually started off by dating her friend Tina just so that he could remain in her group of friends and be near her. It was a typical school days group, if not the Alphas at least a very popular crowd and he was definitely not the standard type of male there. The popular kids were the athletes and the good looking girls who appeared to follow them but in fact were the leaders, as many women in society really are, in spite of appearances. David's presence there was tolerated because, being the class nerd, he could sort out everyone's technical problems with their phones or PCs. You know the sort of thing, give them a by-pass access to anything that was parental controlled, hack into their school reports, even tweak them a little if necessary. With the group's new found power the bossiest girl among them, Tina, decided she would be in control of him, so people had to go to her first for her approval before they were allowed to have their problem sorted. This had the effect of raising her status in the group, so she wasn't averse to being seen out with him on dates. It wasn't enough that her family was loaded, she wanted to be popular as well. Once they went on to university however, it was finally Sue who he started to get closer to as they both took business type degrees while Tina went into medicine. They had intended to keep in touch, but the long distance relationship slowly died, they lost touch and by the time they graduated he and Sue were already making preparations for their wedding. She was extremely proud of her husband to be. He wrote a couple of game programmes to amuse his friends, but once he got into his business course he realised that there was commercial potential in them. He sold them for mind boggling amounts, so not only did it pay for a lavish wedding, he was able to buy a house for them to live, free of any mortgage. Not long afterwards Tina herself married one of their school group and as luck would have it and unbeknown to each other, they ended up living in the same small town in the south west of England. Sue had always had a bit of a crush on one of the hunks at school, although she was still a virgin when she married and was quite satisfied with David in the bedroom department, she'd often wondered what a more he-man type would be like. Her husband who was barely over five and a half feet and was, as his Mother described, 'wiry'. Others just called him skinny. David had got established in a very good job, well paid and with big responsibilities for his age, but it occasionally involved travelling to the company plants in several different countries, although not for long and not frequently. He was away on one of these trips when Sue decided to stop off at their local pub for a bite to eat on her way home after her own work. Who should be there alone in the bar but Greg, one of the very hunks she had wondered about at school. He lied to her that he'd not married and didn't feel like staying in, so he took himself to the pub for a drink. He'd not long moved to the town so he thought that it would be a good way of getting to know people. One thing he omitted to mention was that he was married to Tina and that she was on night duty in the local hospital. After spending the whole evening catching up on old times, over rather a lot of drinks and discussing her marriage but not his, one thing led to another and they ended up in Sue's bed. He was a disapointment. By morning Sue regretted every minute of their encounter. Greg had turned out to be surprisingly less endowed than David and his idea of romancing her was a quick fumble, then wham bang, thank you Ma'am. As someone used to David's gentle foreplay, finding and exploiting her erogenous zones and the guarantee that she would be satisfied, at least once but often two or three times before he finished, she realised what a good lover she had already. She was wracked with guilt that she'd put that at risk for the sake of her selfishness. Greg on the other hand thought he'd died and gone to heaven, so when Sue informed him that it had all been a mistake, that it would never happen again, he was devastated. Far worse might have to come to him if he hadn't pre-empted it. Tina had always been the controlling type of person and worried about what her husband would be up to when she was at work at night. To this end she employed a private detective to keep an eye on him. For nearly three weeks he had watched him every time she worked nights with nothing to report, but now they'd moved to their new home, the very first night he was out on his own he'd ended up in bed with another woman. Of course she recognised Sue immediately in the drone photo of them in bed that she was shown. She was determined to have it out with him as soon as she got home but discovered that she was too late. Greg had left her, leaving a note to the effect that he was fed up with her controlling ways. He wrote that he had savings so he wanted nothing from her, which in view of her wealth was her only consolation. She was incandescent with rage. At first she thought that Sue had run off with him, but she used her detective to track her down. After a day or two he came back to her to tell her that the subject was married, apparently happily. Determined to get her revenge on the woman who she felt had deprived her of her husband, she knew exactly how she was going to do it. * * * * * * Weeks had passed by since Sue's indiscretion and she had been working hard on her relationship with David, to make up to him for something he didn't know had happened. She felt so guilty but at the same time she'd realised in time what she had and nearly lost. She vowed she would never make that mistake again. She had only a few days with periods of panic, all the while worried that the excrement would hit the fan. As time passed she was relieved not to hear from Greg again, so while she was able to relax from that possible storm, she still maintained her devotion to her husband. She'd had the fright of her life and could only thank her lucky stars that there'd been no repercussions. Everything was going well for Sue. As well as having got away with adultery, she was promoted at work and it was that which occupied her mind when she wasn't doing her share of household duties. Then David got a phone call from someone offering him an even better job, what was more he would sometimes be able to work from home. It was all very hush hush as it sometimes involved defence contracts. He was asked to make himself available for an entire week for induction, security checks and so on and that he should bring his passport with him. He discussed it at some length with Sue and they agreed that he should book a week of his holiday allocation to take part. He was assured that at the end of that time he would still have the option of not taking the job. He was really flattered by being head-hunted for such important work and the Saturday morning starting his week off he was collected by a chauffeur driven limousine, kissed Sue goodbye and was gone. After about two hours of driving, mostly on motorways, he was delivered to a large hotel in the middle of the countryside. He was greeted by a smartly dressed woman in the room number he was given, she told him that there would only be a short delay so gave him a coffee to drink. Within ten minutes he felt drowsy and passed out before he could even mention it to the woman. Back at home that evening Sue was wondering how he was getting on, when a woman phoned her to say that he wouldn't be able to telephone her because he was in a secure facility and it wasn't possible for David to make outgoing calls in person. The woman introduced herself as Rebecca and she could pass on messages in both directions for them. She said that the first message was just that he missed her so she said to tell him the same from her. On the Friday she got the message that he had accepted the job but that he was going to be out of touch for another two weeks at least because he had to go to a secure facility in another country and no, she couldn't tell Sue anything about it without security clearance. She passed on the message that he had sent a letter of resignation to his employers, so she had no need to worry about his job. Sue was impressed by the security in his new job and was dying to find out more about it although she realised he wouldn't be able to tell her much. All she had in the meantime were regular updates from Rebecca with the occasional reminder from him that he loved and missed her. In the event his return kept being postponed but after four weeks she was told that all their problems had been sorted out and that he would definitely be home the following Wednesday, probably towards the evening. After five and a half weeks away Sue couldn't wait to see him and took the day off work to prepare a special meal for them both. She got out the nightdress and negligee set that she'd worn on their honeymoon and laid it on their bed, ready to put on. It was going to be a special night. At six o'clock there was a knock on the front door but when she opened it a woman she didn't know sitting on a large suitcase holding her head in her hands, then she lifted her eyes, seemingly having difficulty focusing. She had platinum blond hair that went down her back to her waist, which was very narrow and surmounted by very large breasts that were obviously trying to escape the confines of her blouse. Apart from looking a little on the tarty side, she was immaculately made up, her plush red lips matching the colour of her long false fingernails and her eyes were enhanced by thick black lashes. It was the five or perhaps six inch heels she was wearing that immediately made Sue wonder how she coped with such outrageous items. The visitor was wearing a two piece mini-skirted suit in a pale pink, a white blouse with a low neckline and white, very sheer hose. She was carrying a pink clasp bag which matched her shoes and she looked barely awake. "Can I help you?" she asked. "What happened?" the woman seemed as mystified as her, then she looked down. "What the hell's going on?" the woman looked as if she was panicking. "I can't think straight and I feel numb. What's happened to my voice?" "Who are you?" Sue asked. "It's me," the woman realised that there was no recognition, "David, your husband." Sue stared at the woman and suddenly the penny dropped. In spite of the female pitched voice, she could recognise some of his features. "David, what on earth are you doing? Why are you dressed like that?" "Let me in before someone sees me." he pushed into the house, then realised that he'd left behind the suitcase he'd been sitting on. He grabbed it and with difficulty brought the heavy item into the hallway then opened the downstairs cloakroom door to expose the full length mirror on the inside of the door. He went weak at the knees when he saw his reflection. "Oh my God! Who's done this to me?" "You went for that job interview, Rebecca has been passing my messages, did you get them?" "I have to sit down, I don't feel well." He went to sit in their living room, she noticed that he seemed to have no trouble walking. "How come you can walk in those?" she pointed at the sky-scraper heels. "I was taken to that hotel..." He was trying to remember and ignored her question. "I was met by a woman, I can't remember anything else... She gave me coffee, then I felt tired. Then I woke up here." He hesitated for a moment, the mists of his mind were starting to clear. "My stomach..." He gripped it then. "Nooo!" He got up and ran back to the cloakroom door, practically ripping off his jacket then pulled at the blouse popping off the buttons down the front. The bra that was exposed, while it covered him was sufficiently sheer to show that he had a magnificent pair of breasts with appropriately sized nipples showing through. In even more panic he tore at the fastenings on his skirt and when they wouldn't give, he pulled it up to his waist. He wore sheer pantyhose but there was a pair of panties underneath so he pulled the both down. He fainted as Sue screamed. There, in its hairless state was clearly the slit of a vagina. It was several minutes before they were each able to get themselves back into their lounge, although they were both now crying, tears streaming down their faces. In the end it was Sue who recovered sufficiently to pour them each a very large measure of scotch while he crawled to a chair and dragged himself up on it. Neither of them had the slightest idea what to do next, they were each suffering from shock. He knocked his drink straight back and was searching his brain to find some explanation to it all when it occurred to him that perhaps there was a clue in his luggage. The first thing he did was to open the case he had brought into the house, to see if there were anything within that would tell him. He started to search through the suitcase of what soon appeared to be just further clothes and accessories, most of which appeared to constitute maids' uniforms. With that drawing a blank, he opened was the clutch bag he was carrying. Apart from the things that had been in his trouser and jacket pockets when he left home, there was an envelope addressed to his wife in a handwriting he didn't recognise. She opened it and found a note. Mrs Blake, You'll find something familiar about the person carrying this letter. I'm afraid that as you deprived a woman of her husband, it has been decided to make the punishment fit the crime. Signed The Revengers. He saw the look of horror on her face so grabbed it and read it himself. "What did you do?" "Oh no!" She collapsed in tears, and became almost hysterical. "Not that! No!" "I presume you've got something to tell me." He was trying to keep his weak voice steady but having difficulty. His words actually tipped her over the edge. She began whimpering and sobbing. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry.." She kept repeating over and over. Then he thought of what he needed to do. He dialled 999 and asked for the police and ambulance who arrived first, but had great difficulty explaining what had happened, especially as they could smell whiskey on their breaths. "Basically I've been assaulted," he told them. It was only some ten minutes before a police patrol officer turned up. If it hadn't been for his distraught state and the collapsed state of his wife, he wouldn't have been believed, although first of all they thought it was him assaulted her. Except they thought he was a she so they had the remains of a cat fight on their hands. Eventually they got the story straight, the only trouble was they didn't believe it. "You don't believe me but my XY chromosomes won't lie," he told them. At David's insistence the paramedic took a blood sample from him. They took them both to the police station and after what seemed like an interminable delay met up with the police surgeon, a pleasant woman, Doctor Angela Tisdale. She phoned the hospital where his blood sample was taken for analysis and to everyone's surprise it did indeed prove that he was a man. It took a very close, gynaecological examination of him by the doctor, to see where the reassignment and cosmetic surgery had been carried out on him. The doctor remarked that while admittedly she hadn't had a great deal of experience viewing the effects of transgender surgery, the result of his made it very difficult to tell his difference from a genetic woman. With this very small consolation, he gave all the information he had about his abduction, but it wasn't a great deal. His very embarrassed wife had to explain the affair she'd had. When the police investigated who it was that booked the room for his appointment in the hotel, they drew a blank. The woman had come in off the street, paid cash and given a false address. They looked at the CCTV for the day and she didn't appear on it. They held out no hope of being able to track the surgeon down that had assaulted him or Greg Peters, the man Sue had her one night stand with. They had no information about him to be able to trace him and he certainly didn't seem to live in the area. David got the impression that the police investigating didn't have much of an idea about anything, they were just plain incompetent. What was discovered, by a total of three doctors that examined them, was that both David and Sue were in a state of clinical depression. That evening they were admitted to a mental health facility. With statements from the police and three doctors, at least he was able to claim on a very good health insurance policy he held so that, added to their already healthy bank balance and investments, there was one thing less for them to worry about. One of the nurses went on an errand for David, to buy him some more underwear, a couple of shirts and a pair of jeans. He was well aware that trousers wouldn't make him look like a man, but he told them that he was more comfortable mentally with jeans than wearing a skirt. It wasn't long before he discovered that all his body and facial hair had been lasered off and would never regrow. It didn't help when they found that he was wearing 'permanent' make up and was told that it might be many weeks before it faded. After eight days of residential psychiatrist appointments Sue went home and David joined her a week later, both deemed to be able to manage as outpatients. While he was an inpatient the nurse from the unit that had shopped for him before, had accompanied him to the local department store to increase his stock of clothes suitable for his new body. Even though he still insisted on slacks, not skirts, he found it a depressing experience and it was several days before he was over it, hence the delay in his release. At home he was unwilling to share a bed with Sue, but a degree of truce was agreed between them. He did realised that nothing he could say to her could make her feel worse than she already did. He was in the home office, on his computer, several days later when Sue joined him. "Darling," she spoke to him with more tears in her eyes, "I can't tell you how I feel , but I can't go on living like this." "We've got no choice Sue, we can't go back in time," he replied, but didn't interrupt what he was doing on his computer. "Yes I have a choice," she told him so quietly that it didn't register for some time. He was working on two leads in ways the police couldn't because it was illegal. He started with the school, hacking into the records of Greg Peters and at the same time searching the hotel computer looking for any other bookings made in the same way, perhaps during the same time of the week. He had a minor breakthrough when he was able to get into the closed circuit TV covering their parking and reception areas. He went to find Sue to tell her how he was getting on, hoping that she was in the kitchen and would get lunch for them while he continued to use his professional skill with computers. There was no sign of her so assumed she had gone for a walk or to the shops, he decided to recover his i-pad from beside his bed in the bedroom he had used before his self enforced exile. He went to open the door and found it was locked. "Sue?" he called out. There was no reply. He thought back to their last discussion and it finally registered what she had said. He wasn't muscle bound as a man and since his 'treatment' he'd become even weaker, but the sudden realisation of what he was afraid his wife had done gave him a pump of adrenaline that enabled him to kick the door open. She was laid asleep on the bed and he couldn't wake her. He grabbed the phone and dialled for the ambulance then pulled her upright and pushed his finger into her throat but couldn't reach her gag reflex so opened her drawer and found her dildo. It was something he knew she'd had since university and they'd played with it occasionally, but now he used it to made her throw up until she was dry heaving. He saw that some of her vomit included quite a lot of undigested tablets. He put her on the floor and propped her up against the bed, leaving her to unlock and open the door for when the emergency services arrived. Then returned to look at the labels on the tablet bottles scattered on the bed. "Wake up!" he shouted at her, shaking her and in that moment he suddenly realised that he still loved her and couldn't bear to lose her. He was joined quickly by a paramedic who gently told him off for making her sick, until they saw the tablets. They forced her to drink a revolting looking black liquid and after he had given the medic the empty containers to take, she was blue lit to the hospital. He followed on in his car. It was several hours before he was told that, in spite of what was a very determined effort, she had failed in her intention. He was still sat at her bedside when she woke early the following morning. "I told you that we'd just have to play the cards we're dealt," he told her. "You must hate me, why did you stop me? I don't deserve to live," she spoke with a husky voice, her throat sore from the tubes that had been used on her. "Someone's changed my body, not my mind," he explained. "I know I can't do anything about it, but I still love you, you must promise me that you'll never do that again." "Oh, my darling," she sobbed, "I'm most terribly sorry, I really do love you too, I just made one terrible mistake and I regretted it as soon as I'd done it. I can't forgive myself, so I can't see how you can forgive me." "Sue, I've come to realise that anyone can make a mistake and you had no idea of the consequences," he kissed her forehead. "I'm going home now to get some sleep, I'll be back this afternoon." "Darling..." she smiled at him. "Thank you but I would hate me if I was you, you're a wonderful person, it's no wonder I married you. I love you so much." He went home but didn't go to bed. He carried on with his cyber investigations of Greg and the mysterious Rebecca until the tiredness buzz in his head got too much for him and he went to their lounge and sat down with a glass of milk. Suddenly the phone rang, he looked at the clock and saw that he'd been asleep. He picked it up, it was Sue. "I haven't woken you, have I?" she asked, then being told she hadn't. "They've told me I can go home so long as you keep an eye on me." "I'll be right over," he told her and hurriedly changed and selected clothes for her to wear. Within the hour they were going through the check out procedure, always more complicated than anyone expects, but it wasn't long before they were in striking distance of home. "Stop off at the Indian for a meal?" he asked and she immediately accepted. As they ate their meals it occurred to him that they both seemed as self conscious as when they first dated and he commented as much. "I can't help thinking that I'm the luckiest person to still be here with you," she told him. "I don't know why you think you're lucky, I'm hardly good marriage material now." "Can I ask you what may be an embarrassing question?" "After what's happened over the last few weeks, I can't imagine anything more embarrassing," but he smiled as he spoke. "Do you fancy men now?" He nearly choked on a mouthful of chicken tikka. "You're right, that's embarrassing, but the answer's no. I've tried to imagine it but I definitely can't fancy men." "Ignoring the fact that you can't do with me what we used to do, do you still fancy me?" she asked, blushing. "I don't know how to describe it," he had to stop talking as the restaurant owner, who they both knew well, came over to ask Sue if the meal was satisfactory. "Is your husband still away?" "Yes, Amit, it's going to be a while before he comes home," she blushed even more. "We have a problem," she again spoke after Amit walked away and before he had a chance to expand. "It will be very embarrassing if I have to introduce you, I can hardly call you David." "What can we do?" He'd been referred to by the name of David all the time up until now. The people at the hospital had just asked him what they should call him and he answered without giving it a thought. "Is there a woman's name that you like?" she asked, worried that it would further depress him. "I don't know, what do think?" he hadn't given it a thought. "Well there would be an advantage to keeping the initial 'D', that way you wouldn't need to change your signature," she tried to keep it matter of fact. "The only ones I can think of are Delia or Davina and I don't think I'm keen on either of them." "What about Deborah?" she suggested. "You could be Debbie." "That's as good as any and better than most," he agreed. By that time the restaurant had become busy and couples had come in and occupied the tables each side of them, so they had to abandon personal discussions. Sue quickly took the bill to pay with her card, realising that through force of habit the new Debbie had started to reach for it. "You haven't got the right name on the debit card to pay, Debbie," she told him, pointedly enough for him to realise that he had nearly made an embarrassing mistake. All he could think of on the drive home was how losing his name was the last vestige of any hope he had to stay in the life he had always known. It was his turn to become lost in the slough of depression. Fortunately Sue realised this and didn't bring up any more personal factors until they were home. "Will you keep me company in bed tonight?" she asked. He saw on her face the look she gave him that he could never in the past refuse. He couldn't fight against it and he really wanted someone just to hold that night but he baulked when she handed him a short nightdress to put on. "I know you've only been wearing your undies to bed but it's not healthy, here put this on, it's comfortable and it'll make you feel better if you embrace it," she told him. He gave in but went into their en suite bathroom to undress and put it on in privacy. It was exactly as she had said, it was nice to wear even if it was strange. The conflict in his mind about enjoying it made him hesitate before showing himself, and when he did it made him very self conscious, so much so that he jumped into bed and quickly pulled the duvet over his chest. Sue slid in beside him and, placing her arm on his far shoulder, gently pulled him round towards her. He reciprocated by reaching round her waist. She kissed him tenderly. He was suddenly lost. "I'm sorry," he mumbled and turned away from her. "It's alright my darling," she replied but kept her arm round his waist in a reversal of characters. It wasn't long before she was asleep, spooned as she was behind him. He took longer for Morpheus to claim him, frustrated as he was that he still had all his male urges and nothing at all he could do about them. He eventually dropped off, only to wake very early. He slid out of bed without disturbing Sue, got himself a coffee, then resumed his detective work. He wondered for a while why he was carrying on with it, after all it wasn't going to get his manhood back, then decided that he had to have a purpose in life or he would want to take Sue's preferred way out. After he worked for a couple of hours and was just thinking of going to get some breakfast when he had a major breakthrough. On one of their old school friend's e-mails he found reference to Greg Peters getting married. He had to follow the string of mails between two of the girls they used to know, mainly saying how they'd lost a chance with him, before he found the name of the woman he married. It was the girl he'd dated while trying to get to know Sue, Tina Evans. From that breakthrough he found a way to get into the e-mail account of her mother and from that quickly discovered that she was a qualified doctor. From the Royal College of Surgeons membership lists he was able to find out that she was working in the local County Hospital. "Are you there Debbie?" Sue called out to him. He rushed out to tell her what he'd found out. "Her?" Sue was incredulous. "We'd better give this to the police, they should be able to help us now." "Not yet, I need to find direct evidence that she did this first. She wasn't the person I met at that hotel, there must be others involved." She insisted that he had something to eat for breakfast before doing anything else. He didn't waste time though, and with Sue looking over his shoulder, soon found Tina's e-mail server, getting into a trail of messages between her and someone called Joyce Booth. They didn't openly discuss anything incriminating, but knowing the background they could follow the code words where they had arranged for his abduction. From there they tracked Ms Booth to a clinic an hour or so drive north from where they lived, not far from the hotel where he met his captor. Then the dominoes fell. From the clinic's computer he found there was regular contact between the clinic and the hotel he met at and it was clear they worked together and he also discovered that Doctor Tina was arranging for another man to be 'treated' by the clinic. They told her that they were arranging to pick him up from the hotel the following Friday morning, four days time. During the course of this he also found that the reason the woman didn't appear on the CCTV when she picked him up was by the simple expedient of swapping the date of David's abduction for a recording of a different day. Both he and the woman appeared on the other date. From Tina's e-mails they got the details of the new victim and from this tracked the wife's face book, thence enough information to find where she lived. Also from Tina were details of her divorce from Greg, which was ongoing, complete with his address and phone number. From her solicitor's e-mail account he got Tina's home address and from the hotel's e-mail he found Joyce Booth's e-mail and home address's. She had a face book account and from the pictures posted on that he recognised the woman who had met him. Debbie made two compilation sticks of everything, with the exception of the extracts from the solicitor's computer which he thought wouldn't be appreciated by the police. He did covering statements, saved on the stick and also a hard copy, giving all the address's, both home and on the internet. The hard copy also explained the contents of the memory stick which Sue asked to be given the copy of for security. With all this information they returned to the police station, to be told that the officer who had dealt with them wasn't available, but as luck would have it a chief superintendent was passing through the reception area and overheard their conversation. He immediately took interest and asked them up to his office. "I heard about your case Debbie," he'd had David's new name explained to him, "it was sufficiently unusual to have been talked about here." He first read the letter, then placed the stick into his desktop machine. There was silence as he watched all that Debbie had recorded. "I take it you are something of a handyman when it comes to finding your way around the web?" but before he could say anything. "I don't want to know the answer to that question but we have evidence of not only your assault but a crime in progress." "You can't let this second man go through what Debbie had to," Sue told him. "I've no intention of doing so Mrs Blake, but it would be much better if we could catch them in the act," he turned to Debbie. "I take it you wouldn't object to getting the maximum sentences for these people?" "Not at all," he replied. "It's always best if we can interrupt these things while they're going on. There can't be any possible doubt for a jury under those circumstances. I think I also ought to apologise that we didn't handle your case better. While no doubt we couldn't have used some of the methods you employed, the results you have here certainly show that we could have done a far more professional service for you." They agreed to leave arrangements to the police and Debbie and Sue made their way home, her in a much better mood, but he was quiet. "What's the matter?" she asked as they were driving. "I feel flat now we've done as much as we can," he looked on the point of crying. "I had one thing that kept me going, getting the bastards that did this. Now what do I do? I've got no job and it seems no direction in life." "There is something more we can do," she told him. "There's a reason I asked you for a copy of that memory stick, we have to employ a solicitor to bring a civil claim against the ones who did this. We have an appointment with him so we have to drive to the city centre, I've already given him an outline of what's happened so there's no need for you to be embarrassed." He sat in silence for a while but she could see that he was no longer looking as if his dog had died. In only a few minutes they pulled up and Sue led him to a prestige office block of Victorian splendour. They entered a reception area with a carpet that almost needed wading through. A rather snooty and obviously expensively dressed woman behind the desk viewed Debbie's jeans with distaste. "Can I help you?" "Mrs Blake, we've an appointment with Mr Freeman," Sue replied as he noticed from a list on the wall that he was a senior partner. Only two or three moments later a young man arrived to take them up to the top floor and the office for the interview. "Good afternoon, Mrs Blake, my name is Ian Freeman," he turned to Debbie, "am I to assume that you are Mr Blake?" "I'm David Blake but Sue's been calling me Debbie, under the circumstances it's less embarrassing when we're in public." "You're happy with me calling you that and Sue, I'm Ian. OK?" They both agreed. "I understand there have been some developments today, is that correct?" Debbie went through these, Sue gave him the memory stick and they told their stories from the beginning up to date, the lawyer taking notes and asking for the odd clarifications. He sat back in his seat, thought for a few minutes, then gave his verdict. "I confess that I've never had a case like this before, but the liabilities are clear. Most obviously you have a claim against the clinic that assaulted you, but claims are just as strong against both Doctor Tina Evans and the hotel that conspired to kidnap you. Obviously we must be patient and wait out actions by the police, but I can prepare the paperwork in the meantime. What I will need are the report from the police surgeon and the officers themselves, but that we can get after their arrests are made. Now, do you have any questions for me?" "When do we have to pay for your services?" Debbie asked. "You don't have to worry about that Debbie, I will be getting my fees from these miscreants. In fact I don't want you to worry about anything, just concentrate on getting over this traumatic experience." On the understanding that they would reconvene the following Monday, giving the police three days to get their initial reports completed, they returned home. "Are you going to take Ian's advice Debbie?" she stood looking at him, almost eye to eye. "I don't know what I can do," he told her. "Will you let me help you?" she asked and he nodded. "Do you trust me?" "Yes I do." She took his hand and led him up to their bedroom where he could see that she had moved all his female clothes into closet and drawers that previously held his male ones of which there was no sign. Sue had obviously been busy while he was downstairs on his computer. "I haven't got rid of anything of yours, I've just moved it into the spare room you used, swapping them for your new ones," she explained. "What I want you to do is to find whatever outfit you think is the most feminine and sexy." As she expected he picked out one of the maid's costumes, with all its matching accessories. The uniform was a black, silky material, obviously expensively made, and came with voluminous crinolines, matching coloured accessories; shoes, stockings, a lace decorated cap with trailing ribbons and a sheer white, gauzy apron with a heart shaped pocket. "Now strip off and put it all on," adding, when he hesitated. "You just said you trusted me." He slowly did as he was told, Sue helping him with the corset, cap and stockings. She stood him up and placed him in front of their full length mirror. "What do you see Debbie? What sort of person? I want you to forget it's you." As he watched himself move slowly, he realised that he was turning himself on as he tried to detach himself from the image. "A woman," he told her so quietly she could hardly hear, "a sexy woman." Sue took off her skirt and blouse, turned to him and started to rub her hand up the inside of his thighs. He stood transfixed at the scene being played out in the mirror. Her hand moved up to his groin under the froth of petticoats and as she stroked and tickled him he had the strange experience of thinking she was masturbating his penis, while at the same time knowing he didn't have it any more. His breath was quickening but at the same time he could hear Sue's doing the same. She unzipped his dress, dropping it to the floor, then guided him back onto the bed, slipping down his panties and covering his mouth with hers. She pulled down his bra and moved her mouth to his nipples kissed and nibbled on them. His back arched and he gasped for breath as she moved further down, her tongue running down his lower stomach while her fingers of one hand played with his now engorged nipples. His body immediately reacted as she worked with her tongue and simultaneously moved her fingers in his vagina, he heard someone crying out as his whole body seemed to both float and at the same time became completely rigid. After an age he started to sink back down to earth and only then realised that it was his own voice he could hear. He was still breathing heavily as he started kissing his wife, she helped him slip her bra and panties off and he just left his corset and stockings on, as he returned what she had done to him, bringing her to a huge orgasm. They laid side by side, her in his arms, as tiredness overcame them and they slept for an hour or so. For a moment when he woke he was ashamed of the feeling that he liked what she had done to him. The thought hit him that it was supposed to be another man, strike 'another', a man that was supposed to do it to him and the whole thing suddenly fell different. He really couldn't image feeling a sexual desire towards a man. He lay there as the revelation came to him, there was no reason in this day and age he couldn't be a lesbian. The worry he had now was that he knew that he was still in love, both mentally and physically, with Sue, but would that love be returned? What he didn't want was her to stay with him because of guilt, so he resolved to tread very carefully. He didn't want to lose her, but he only wanted her to stay if she really wanted to and was thinking over this when she woke. "Hi," she greeted him with a broad smile on her lips. "Hi, fancy some dinner?" he asked, returning the smile. It wasn't unusual for him to cook meals but this time she suggested that they work together each dressed in just baby doll night dresses. Sue was aware that Debbie was having trouble absorbing his feelings when they were in bed, so the conversation between them was a little stilted until she had fed him a very large gin and tonic while they prepared the meal, followed by plenty of wine to drink with it. Her subtle approach didn't last once they were back in bed. They had a rematch of their lovemaking of the afternoon, then after each had two orgasms, she jumped out of bed and got something out of her dresser. She kept her back to him and slid back under the bedclothes, only after she was well covered up she turn towards him. "I've got a surprise for you," she told him. "Close your eyes, I got something that I ordered on line." She climbed on top of him, pushing his legs apart and settling between them. "Remember to trust me darling," she told him as he felt her fingers enter him. He was immediately turned on in a way that had him panting short shallow breaths and she reached up to kissed his lips, then moved one hand to his breast, stroking and gently squeezing it. Then he felt her lower fingers withdraw, to be replaced by something a little colder, he jumped slightly. "Relax, darling," Sue told him. "I'm not going to hurt you." If he thought that the sensation of Sue's fingers inside him was strange, what happened next came close to blowing his mind. The cold feeling entered slowly deeper into him, becoming warmer as it went and exciting every nerve ending he had. Just when he was feeling full, it withdrew a little, then advanced and he felt that it coincided with the movement of Sue's hips. There was a moment close to panic as he realised what was happening but almost at the same time also realised just how pleasurable it was. He moved his hips to meet hers, establishing that she had bought a double ended dildo. "Oh darling!" Sue exclaimed. He had accidentally discovered that by clenching his groin he could grip what was inside him and return the motion to his wife. As she gently rolled one of his nipples between her fingers, she gave a couple of extra hard strokes and he felt a rippling orgasm spread through his body at the moment when he realised that she was feeling the same. He was just recovering, it had always taken him a few minutes even when he was at his peak masculine performance, when he felt her moving again and he knew he was already wanting more. This time she rolled sideways, still holding him tightly so that he was then in his customary position, on top. As he moved in and out, developing the technique of gaining friction for himself but at the same time moving in and out of her, she used her now free hands to massage his breasts, down his sides to his waist then cupping his buttocks. It was only a short while when they both erupted again in a high of carnal bliss. Still Sue gave him no time to recover before she rolled to her place again on top, unrelenting in her passion. This time, just as he was once again about to reach a peak, she touched the toy in each of their vaginas, causing it to spring to life, vibrating with a subdued buzzing sound. The result was electric. They both gave a cry at the waves of pleasure that overcame them at the same instant. After what seemed like an age, Sue rolled off him, removing the toy and hugging him round his perspiring body, finally allowing them both to relax in each other's arms. "You know that I love you just as much as I always did, don't you?" she told him. It was some time before he answered. "How can you?" he replied, unbelieving. "I don't want you to feel you have to stay with me you know." "My darling, I would never want anyone but you, I love you with all my heart," she looked at him in the eyes. "You're still the same person that I fell in love with and married. Just because you have different equipment now doesn't change that and I think that I've just proved that it won't change our sex lives as far as pleasing each other is concerned." "But you've never given me any hint that you had lesbian tendencies?" he stated it as a question. "I think a very high proportion of women have a certain amount in their sexuality, certainly I think far more than men are bi-sexual. I've never had a girl on girl experience before, but I've often wondered what it would be like and now I know, it's... how do I think of it?" she thought about it, "Delicious, is the right word." She laughed as she kissed him again. "I don't want you to think you have to stay with me through any misplaced feeling of guilt you know, it wouldn't work out for either of us in the long term," he worried. "Do you honestly think that I had any feelings of guilt over the past few minutes?" she laughed again. "If you do you're very wrong, it was wonderful." "Are you sure?" "I'm certain my love, I can't contemplate losing you." Both contented, they drifted off to sleep. The following few days went by in a blur of sex and Debbie examining his outlook on life. He embraced his new clothes and enjoyed a couple of shopping trips to increase the stock and selections already in the wardrobe. The most important step forward however, was that Debbie finally started to think of himself as a woman. He had no problem with 'her' or 'she' pronouns being used by people as they spoke to Sue about her. Sue herself found a renewed joy in their sex life, something that she was sure couldn't have happened with any woman other than Debbie. She realised that she really did love Debbie regardless of her sex, they both adapted to their lives together with a comparative ease that neither of them would have expected. It was a surprisingly happy couple who entered their solicitor's office the following Monday, much to the not very successfully disguised amusement of Ian Freeman. "Am I to take it that you don't want to go ahead with a divorce?" "That won't be necessary, thank you," Sue told him and Debbie enthusiastically concurred. "In that case I'll move on straight away to the results of the police investigations and subsequent arrests. Doctor Evans has been charged with conspiracy to kidnap, assault and a number of technical charges and is still in custody as a flight risk. Some ten or dozen others are on bail, including Ms Booth who effectively ran everything, plus her friend who owns the hotel used for kidnapping you. I'd like you to sign one or two forms and that will hold things until after the criminal charges. We do it that way because it's down to the police to prove their case, which by the nature of things will prove ours for us." They did as were asked. "Now would you both read through these statements. I've prepared one for each of you, based on the very comprehensive information you given me. Read them carefully and let me know of anything left out or you'd like to put another way, would you like tea or coffee?" They agreed the statements and signed them in front of his secretary who signed as a witness. Weeks went by as the machinery of justice ground relentlessly forward. Retribution finally arrived in the form of eight year sentences for Tina and Joyce Booth, five for the hotel owner and varying lesser times for players such as nurses, the anaesthetist and other healthcare professionals involved. They were also struck off their professional registers for life. Debbie, who by now was officially Deborah, received huge compensation payments from those concerned and also a mention from the police and subsequently the judge for his work bringing them to book. Sue never went back to work and Debbie just continued to play in her spare time on further programmes to sell, but it became as much a hobby as anything, once their family came along. By the wonders of modern science, her genes were added to Sue's eggs to make the children truly theirs. They had a boy and a girl in fairly quick succession. It wasn't the life that the two mothers had anticipated, but it was nevertheless a good one. They didn't hear or see anything of Tina or Greg again, which suited them just fine.