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THE UNFAITHFUL HUSBAND "Get the door please George," his wife Linda called out to him in the kitchen as he was preparing lunch, she was with her friend Candy in their sitting room. This wasn't an unusual event, George often cooked and especially when they had visitors, but that day he was only home during his lunch hour, because Linda had asked him specially and she was also his boss. He wiped his hands, opened the front door and was surprised to find a man and woman dressed in something like hospital scrubs. "Mr Carver?" the woman asked. "Yes," he agreed he was. The woman stepped forward and jabbed a needle free jet injector onto his neck and emptied the contents of it. In moments he felt all his muscles relax and the man stepped forward to hold him, preventing his collapse. "Bring him in here please," he could hear his wife speaking but her voice sounded distant as he was half carried into their sitting room. He was sat down on their three seater couch with the strangers each side of him. He tried to ask what was going on, but his body, specifically his voice wouldn't do as he was telling it. All he could do was take in that Linda sat down in one of the armchairs, her friend Catherine known to all as Candy, a nurse, was sat in the other. "Is he completely out of it?" his wife asked. "He can still see and hear, but otherwise he's been made immobile," she was told. It occurred to him that he could hear in his wife's voice, a tone of distain that he'd never heard before. Candy was the same age as him, twenty two, two years younger than Linda and he had actually dated her when they were still both at school but she was too demanding for him. It was more than a year later that he started to date the woman who would become his wife and then it was her that got his hazy attention. Once Candy got to hear about Linda's problem with George she told her about a service where an errant husband is feminised to be embarrassed in the extreme. As Candy understood, it involved giving them breast implants, but all the procedures were reversible, albeit with a modicum of inconvenience. Linda had loved the idea and immediately arranged it. "Before you leave with these nice people George," she started to explain, "I want the pleasure of hurting you the way you've hurt me. I didn't believe Joyce Carter when she told me that her and Felix had seen you Tuesday lunchtime two weeks ago, going into that motel out on Western Road. I just thought that they had mistaken someone else for you, especially when they said you had that tart Mary Fletcher on your arm. I took more notice when Candy told me she saw the same thing on Tuesday last week, I still didn't really believe it but I had to make sure, so yesterday I went to look for myself." It was clear that the direction of what his wife was talking about was causing considerable trouble for George, but beyond rapid eye movements and very quiet grunts was the limit of his contribution. "That's right George, yesterday I saw you with my own eyes going into the motel with Mary and they don't serve lunches there and when I enquired, all their rooms are fully booked. They wouldn't tell me if the room was in your name or her's but it's obviously a knocking shop, otherwise it wouldn't have all it's rooms booked all the lunch hour, would it? I warned you that I wouldn't put up with you having an affair before we were married and you've chosen to ignore what I told you. My initial reaction was that I would divorce you, but I'm so furious that you would think you could stamp all over our marriage vows I'm going to make you suffer and at the same time make you useless to that bitch of yours. The only way your girlfriend is going to want you in future is if she's a lesbian. You obviously only married me for my money, well you're not going to get another penny of it. These friends of mine here have the perfect solution to my problem, in spite of me not insisting on you signing a pre-nuptial, the way everyone thought I should make you, after all you're only the IT man in my businesses, or I should say 'you used to be a man'. After these people, this is Doctor Smythe by the way, she's a surgeon so after she's dealt with you, you're going to have an entirely different career path. I expect you want to know what that is? Well I'm going to enjoy telling you. First of all you're going to lose those bits that your girlfriend loves so much, yes that's right, they're going to cut them off." George's eye movements were getting frantic, looking swiftly from one side to the other, there was even a slight movement of one of his fingers, but that was all he could manage. "To make up for losing your man bits, they're going to give you a magnificent pair of breasts, they're going to be the same huge size as your girlfriend's, that's to give you a reminder of what got you into the trouble in the first place. Then they're going to do a bit of tattooing, you're going to have your face permanently made up, not as tarty as I would have preferred, but you are going to be presented to my friends, and I have to maintain a certain level of standards. After that you're going to have your heel tendons shortened so you'll only be able to walk in at least five inch heels. That will compensate you for only being five feet six tall, I know you always wished you were taller." By this time Linda was laughing at him and the others in the room couldn't help joining in. The notable exception was Candy for whom all this information was far more than she understood they did. However she realised that Linda must be just bluffing about these things, just to frighten George. "In case you aren't clear by now, you're going to come back here as my maid, I've always wanted one and you're going to be her. Doctor Smythe is arranging our divorce and your change of name to Giselle, a perfect name for a French maid. Don't for one moment think that you'll just be able to walk away, it's going to be your destiny and to ensure your fidelity, they have a cunning little device that's going to be implanted in your body. If you displease me in any way, I will be able to punish you by turning it on to pass a shock of electricity into your nerve endings which I'm assured will be absolute agony for you. That same little device will turn on if you try to leave the house here, isn't that cunning?" Having satisfied herself that she'd been able to terrify her husband, and watch him squirm as she did so, she spoke to the newcomers. "You can take him away now Doctor Smythe, I look forward to seeing the results of your skills." They noticed tears rolling down his cheeks, but ignored them and the man picked him up easily to carry him out to their car without any difficulty. "I wish in a way he could have spoken," she told Candy after they'd gone, "I'd have liked to hear his arguments but this way we've been spared his lies." "You didn't really mean the doctor would do those things, did you?" she asked. "I know I passed on the contact details to you, but I only understood they would humiliate him, nothing permanent." "The doctor told me they could in fact do them, but I'm sure she wouldn't do all that really, more's the pity." "I'd have like to see that bitch's face next Tuesday," Candy remarked, changing the subject. She would never have approved of actually doing something so serious and didn't believe anyone in the medical profession would so she dismissed the thought. "You can join me if you like," Linda smiled, "I'm going to meet her in George's place, so long as she doesn't find out before hand that he won't be there." Linda spent the week getting rid of their telephone connected to the land line, George's mobile phones, (she found an old one in one of his desk draws as well as his current one), both their i-pads, her Kindle, she even made her mobile phone password protected so he couldn't get an internet connection through it. She thought it all through to make sure he had no way to contact the outside world. She had a box that the clinic supplied that he had to keep in range of, to stop him escaping, and that would also tell her where he was in the house so she could track him and what he was doing. The following Monday afternoon George was delivered back to her. As promised before they arrived, he had a wide metal choker round his neck which would shock him if he as much as spoke. They told her that he kept saying he was innocent, so they made the additional modification so she wouldn't have to put up with it. He needed no further explanation as he had attempted to talk at the clinic before he left and the jolt had put him on the floor. He was dressed in a very sexy pink French maid's costume that left little to the imagination, having a low neckline showing his huge breasts off, almost down to his nipples and a hemline so short it barely covered his stocking tops, held out by masses of silk and net petticoats. His stockings were white with seams up the back, making the most of his long legs and his shoes were also pink with six inch high heels. She was especially impressed by his tiny waist, it couldn't possibly have measured more than about twenty inches. Linda was delighted with the way he looked but they had an immediate problem. As soon as the man who carried him in put him down he simply collapsed to the floor. "Giselle's perfectly capable of standing," Doctor Smythe told her. "Use this to get him going." She handed Linda a small plastic box with a dial set on the number one and a button which she pressed. Giselle's body went into spasm but he didn't get up, just looked up, tears falling from his eyes just as they had before he was taken away. They hadn't realised it but he'd fallen in to clinical depression. All he wanted to do was die. "Here, let me show you how to increase the strength," the doctor took the remote and turned the number up to five. "Try now." Linda pressed the button again. This time his legs shot out straight and he gave a strangled cry and fainted. "Damn idiot," the doctor cursed him, "he seems to have gone into shock, Jimmy, take him up to his bed. Linda, can you show Jimmy where this bastard's bedroom is." Linda did as she was asked but was very disappointed. This wasn't going the way she wanted. She'd asked Candy to come to dinner, hoping to show off her new maid and having him unconscious wasn't part of the scene she wanted to play out. However the doctor was upbeat as they stood in the new maid's room, looking down at him and to Linda's surprise, the doctor explained that she'd done everything that Linda had told him she would do. "He'll accept what's been done to him eventually, just give him a jolt now and then and he'll get the message that you're not going to give in." Linda gave him another shock then and there. The only effect it had on him was for him to evacuate his bladder. A wet patch spread out across the bed. "Just one more thing for him to clean up," the doctor told them. When her visitors had left she telephoned Candy to tell her how disappointed she was that they probably wouldn't have a maid that night. "I'll have a look at him when I come over," she said brightly, "I'll bring a takeaway in with me, what do you fancy, Chinese or Indian?" When she arrived they ate straight away, then went up to see Giselle. Candy was shocked that he looked so feminine and concerned that he wasn't responding at all. "I think he's depressed," Candy told her. "Well of course he's depressed, he deserves to be, but I'll beat it out of him," Linda thought it was quite obvious. "I don't mean he's a bit fed up, everyone gets like that from time to time. I'm talking about clinical depression and that means he probably wouldn't really feel pain in any other way than a means to escape from his overwhelming thoughts of everything else that's bad for him," She took a brief pause then continued. "I've seen this before but I doubt Irene Smythe has, she's a surgeon and I'm told a very good one, but she wouldn't have dealt with general medicine for years." "What can I do about it?" "I'll have a word with someone, I can get Amitriptyline immediately but I'll find out if anything stronger would be safe," she pulled up his skirt and removed his wet g-string panty. For the first time the two women saw what had been done to him. His skin was devoid of hair and it looked as if he'd been given a full sex reassignment. "Oh my God!" exclaimed Candy. "Did you know this was really going to happen? It's appalling," Linda didn't answer until they were back downstairs, taken aback by Candy's response to what she thought he deserved. "What has Smythe done to him?" Candy insisted. "He's still a 'he' not a 'she', Irene Smyth did more or less exactly what I said would happen to him, don't you know what she does?" on being told the negative, Linda continued. "It's what I told him would happen to him before he left and it's a diabolically clever operation. He's been given a penectomy, that involves cutting most of his penis off, then the remains and his balls have been sewn up inside his body with chemicals to ensure he still has his male sex drive. Then the spare skin from his scrotal sack is shaped to look like labia lips, but he has no way to get an orgasm. I don't think it's going to be long before he will really regret having that affair." In spite of Candy's contempt for George, it seemed that Giselle was going to suffer far more than she had even dreamed of and certainly was not just unethical in the extreme, it was criminal. She became very worried and refused a nightcap, but they agreed a time to meet up the next day. She did want to see the reaction of George's girlfriend but mainly she hoped to have some medication for the new maid and pass it on. She really felt that she was going to have to do something more radical about Giselle and the unscrupulous doctor, but left it in abeyance until she had all the information. She realised that one day wasn't going to make any difference to the poor man. After she'd gone Linda poured herself a Cognac and thought about Candy's obvious problem over what she'd had done to George. She decided that although her friend probably wouldn't have gone as far as she had if she'd known the extent of his changes, what was done was done and Candy just had to accept that he deserved it. The next morning she attempted to get her new maid to serve her breakfast. When she found that the collar just made him pee again, she remembered that she still had her riding crop in their basement. She hit him several times with it, but only succeeded in getting him to fall out of bed before he passed out again, so reluctantly she had to give up. It didn't improve her mood. As arranged Linda met up with Candy and they waited just inside the office main door of her family business, where George used to work. She thought that Mary would expect to meet up with him just outside and sure enough, just ten minutes later, Mary pulled up in her car but instead of George opening the door, it was his wife that got in. "Expecting someone else you bitch," Linda told her with venom in her voice. "Yes, George is supposed to be here," a surprised Mary replied. "Well I'm afraid your little trysts are over, he won't be of any use to you from now on," Candy opened the rear door and joined them in the car. "What are you talking about?" Mary was obviously puzzled. "Don't come the all innocent with me, you've been seen having your sordid little affair for the last three weeks running." "I'm sorry Mrs Carver, you've got this all wrong," then she turned back to Candy, "who are you?" "She's my friend, not that it's got anything to do with you," Linda was the one to reply. "Would you mind getting out of my car, friend," Mary told Candy, "I'm about to have a very private conversation with Mrs Carver." "I'm not getting out," Candy was adamant. Mary took her mobile phone out of her pocket and pressed a number of buttons then spoke to someone, just telling them where she was. They then sat in silence until Linda lost patience. "Come on, if you've got something to say, you can say it in front of my friend." Mary just sat there when suddenly there was a knock on her window where Linda was sitting, she turned and was surprised to see a uniformed policeman. Mary wound down the window from her door switch. "Hi Bill, will you remove my back seat passenger?" Mary asked him. With nothing else said, the policeman opened the rear door and told Candy to move herself. Reluctantly, Candy did as she was told. Mary thanked the policeman and promptly drove off with Linda still in the passenger seat. "What are you doing?" a rather panicked Linda asked, being kidnapped hadn't figured in her plans. "I am going to show you something, but only if you will swear to me that what you see you will immediately forget about and never, I repeat never, tell anyone else about it." "What has this got to do with you having an affair with my husband?" Linda asked. "Everything, now will you swear to me never to speak about what I'm about to show you?" "Yes, yes, what's so important about it?" Linda recognised that they were driving out towards the motel. "You'll see when we get there," was all Mary would say. When they pulled up outside the motel, she turned again to Mary. "I have to ask you again if you are certain that you'll never tell anyone, best friend, sister, brother, any relation, no one, what you are about to see?" then Mary added. "I had to refuse to bring your friend here, it's a case of need to know, and that applies only to you." "Yes, yes, just get on with it," Linda was just starting to worry about something that was niggling at the back of her mind, but she knew she couldn't have been mistaken. They both got out of he car and walked into the motel reception. The same women were there that had been so unhelpful to her when she called in the week before. She noticed that again there were four women working there, somewhat overkill for an establishment that seemed to have few customers. "Will you book me in with Mrs Linda Carver?" Mary asked, she's at the same address as George. The woman behind the counter typed into her computer then ran a sheet of printed paper off her machine and handed it to Linda with a pen. "Would you mind reading this and signing your agreement?" "What if I don't and just walk in?" Linda was getting belligerent. "Three of these ladies," Mary spoke and pointed to the women behind reception, "are marshal arts experts, they'll happily throw you out." Linda read the paper which said much the same as Mary had been asking her. It was an agreement not to disclose the location or purpose of the premises she was entering. She signed it and passed it back. "Follow me," Mary ordered. They walked through two sets of doors into a long corridor and then opened a door to her right. Linda was confused. The expected bedroom was instead set up like a classroom, but with PC terminals on the four desks, three of which were occupied by women of a variety of ages. "I'm sorry ladies, but George isn't able to make it today, hopefully he'll be back next week." Linda had been ready with a quick witty remark about him not being available ever again, when, after the third of the women closed the door behind her on their way out, she hesitated. "I'm sorry George wasn't able to tell you about this place," Mary explained. "This closed down as a motel four months ago. It has become a shelter for abused women and your husband has been teaching some of the women IT skills, he's a very good teacher." Linda fainted. It was a while before she could speak coherently. Once she could, she took out her mobile and with hands shaking so much, she could hardly touch the correct numbers. "It's Linda Carver, please let me speak to Doctor Smythe, tell her it's desperately urgent." She was told that the doctor wouldn't be available for about half an hour so she hung up. "What have you done to him?" Mary wanted to know. "It's terrible," Linda could only repeat that over. "What have you done?" "I'm most awfully sorry, will you get me back to my office building?" Mary drove Linda back to the office where her car was parked and once alone she wasted no time before she rang the doctor's number again. This time Doctor Smythe answered her call. "Oh Doctor, I've done the most terrible thing. George wasn't having an affair, I can't tell you exactly what he was doing, but he was helping women that were absolutely desperate and my darling was helping them to put their lives back together." "What have you done?" the doctor was practically shouting. "I can guess what he was involved with so you don't need to tell me. You told me you had cast iron evidence that he was having an affair, I assumed it was pictures or at least an eye witness of him being actually in bed with someone. Anything short of that isn't cast iron, you stupid woman." "I'm so terribly sorry," Linda was on the verge of a breakdown. "I just want my George back." "I'm sorry as well Mrs Carver but that can't happen," the doctor told her. "You asked for all the changes to be permanent and punishing for him and that's what's been done." "But I've heard of women having a sex change to men, can't you do that?" "You're clutching at straws I'm afraid, there's no way he would be back the way he was, to him it would be like having sex using his thumb compared with what he had." "How in all conscience can you destroy someone who is so good to women?" "It's the same conscience that keeps me out of jail, Mrs Carver," she was about to say something else derogatory but changed her mind and hung up. She knew that Linda only had her burner phone number, so she took the chip out of it and destroyed it. She was happy that apart from that number, she wouldn't have any idea where she was. Linda tried to ring the same number again but it was only to leave a message, she didn't realise that the doctor had destroyed her only means of contact. She hung up and called Candy. "Where are you?" she asked. "I'm in the coffee shop next to your office." "Will you come back to the car park where we left my car, I'm there." "What's the matter?" Candy asked, she could hear Linda sobbing down the phone. "Just come back," she quietly told her. Candy hurried back to see what was upsetting her friend so much, but when she got there she was shocked to see the state she was in. "What's happened?" she asked, but got no answer. "Would you drive me home, I can't..." Candy helped her friend to settle in the passenger seat, then went round to take the wheel. It was Linda that was now crying, and that became almost violent in the way she sobbed so hard her while body shook. It wasn't until she had her seated on a couch in her house that she again asked what was going on. "George wasn't having an affair," Linda spoke so quietly that Candy asked her what he meant. "He was giving lessons in IT." "Are you sure?" "They showed me the proof and it's absolutely certain. Oh, Candy, what have I done?" she rolled over sideways and buried her face in a cushion which barely smothered the sound of her screaming. Now Candy didn't particularly like George, mainly because he dumped her when they were going out as youngsters, so she relished seeing him humiliated, but she was a nurse and what he'd had done to him was too much for her, so she knew the action she should take. It was her that recommended Smythe as a woman that could exact retribution on George for his adultery, even though at the time she didn't know what she did exactly, she just knew that the doctor had ways that might not be exactly as simple as helping to divorce people. Before George was taken away, but after Doctor Smythe had told Linda an outline what they intended to do to him, Linda told her that it was a nurse, Candy, that had recommended her. Smythe got in touch with the nurse after they had taken George, but before he was delivered back, and they discussed how important it was to stand up for these wives, hoping to recruit her. At that stage Candy was interested and got an address from her, so they could get together the following week. Now her potential recruit realised that the doctor wasn't just sailing close to the wind legally, she was disfiguring men to such an extent that it made Candy feel sick. Of course she hadn't found this out in time to help George, but it was obvious that she could have nothing to do with the doctor and her methods. Now she had not one but two of her friends' lives catastrophically effected by the doctor's methods. She hesitated only for a very short while before she called one of the doctors in the practice she worked for, followed immediately by a call to the police, this was because health professionals had to report abuse. Candy gently took the remote control for George's collar so it couldn't do him any further damage. When the doctor arrived, he immediately told her that they would both have to be transferred to the hospital for assessment. While he and ambulance crew dealt with them, Candy went with the officers to the police station to answer questions. She thought carefully and decided that, come what may in the form of problems for herself, she decided that she was going to tell them the whole story as she knew it and to that effect made a formal statement. "I was quite happy to go along with giving George a bit of humiliation," she finished by saying, "but I wasn't prepared for the irreversible changes she made in him." Thanks to the contact information from Candy, the police moved quickly with a search warrant, raiding the clinic where Doctor Smythe practiced and recovering all her files as well as rescuing another man going through the same treatment. It was too late for George. For five weeks he retreated into himself and wouldn't interact with anyone. Then for two weeks he saved and purloined tablets, he could see no future for himself and had come to the conclusion that there was only one way out for himself. He amassed quite a collection of tablets, certainly enough to see him out painlessly. He waited until he knew there was a change of nurses' shifts then took them all at once, but fortunately he was spotted quickly by a nurse who had left his notepad in his room and returned for it. By this sheer chance his attempted suicide was thwarted. Finally, with a highly skilled psychiatrist working with him, he started to come to accept what had happened to him needn't be the end of his life. X-rays confirmed that there were enough of his nerve endings left to provide him with a sex life as a woman, but nothing was said or done to him until he had recovered sufficiently for his mind to be able to cope with the news. While all this was going on, Candy got in touch with a solicitor she knew specialised in medical damages claims. On her instructions he started actions against Doctor Smythe and her clinic and the preliminary moves against Linda for divorce and damages. There was no rush for George to confirm these actions as they wouldn't go ahead anyway, until after the criminal cases had been completed and they took another three months. All parties pleaded guilty and as he was still too ill to testify his doctors were able to give detailed descriptions of what had happened to him, including his serious attempt at suicide. Linda realised that she was going to be jailed, so arranged that three department managers were able to run the business in her absence. Sure enough, she was given seven years in prison, Dr. Smythe twelve years, the Judge who arranged his divorced by the clinic had three years and various other players, including the clinic staff given between six months and four years. All the professionals were swiftly struck off by their professional bodies. Rather than be at home on his own, George stayed with Candy, not only for company but in her professional role as a nurse. His civil claims for damages went to court while he was still staying there, so she also worked on giving him the confidence to appear in public, but he still had none of the self-assurance that he'd had all his life. He agreed to give an impact statement for the benefit of the court in spite of his psychiatrist advising against it. Linda was shocked when she saw him across the courtroom. He had lost so much weight, he seemed all skin and bones. He was dressed in one of his men's suit but it just hung on him and with his face changed, haggard and tattooed the way she'd arranged he looked terrible. His appearance wasn't helped by wearing wedge heeled shoes forced on him by the treatment of his tendons. He had to be helped up the steps into the witness box and then it was necessary for him to be seated before he could give evidence. He was coaxed to tell the story of how he'd been accused of having an affair but with no chance to tell his wife what he'd actually been doing. His council had been approached by Mary Fletcher, once she heard of the trouble he'd got into protecting their secret, and at this point a paper with the explanation was passed to the Judge and he was told that all sides had agreed that he hadn't done what he was accused of. The Judge raised his eyebrows when he saw what George had actually been doing. The trouble was that when he started relating what his wife told him was going to be done to him, he collapsed. At that point he was excused from the court on the basis of all parties accepting that his wife described to his face what was to happen to him, and the actual surgeries were attested to by his doctors. When it came to assessing his claims, the judge was told that he was already divorced from his wife, illegally by the expedient of arrangements made by the clinic. Subject to his agreement, his lawyer wanted that divorce to stand. He was awarded eighty percent of his wife's assets, making him the owner of her family business and well off. However that was added to by a huge compensation payment from the staff and clinic itself. He was now very wealthy but still a broken man. He continued to live with Candy, who herself felt terribly guilty about what had been done to him, even though she had no idea it would be as bad. With the psychiatrist and her helping, he slowly started on the road to recovery, gradually gaining the pragmatic view that he could never be the man he used to be. Slowly he started to dress the way he presented and was pleasantly surprised to find that he was not only accepted, he actually enjoyed wearing nice things. After a year he changed his name by deed pole from George (the name Giselle had been set aside by the courts) to Georgette. It was two years before he was a fully recovered female, having had the surgery, and then decided to cut all ties with her previous life. Linda had made a couple of attempts to contact her to apologise but she ignored the letters her ex-wife sent to her solicitor. She was approached by a group of the family business employees with a good offer, so ended her association with it by selling them her shares in the business, which had actually grown quite a bit in that time. She made a substantial donation to the women's refuge and moved to Florida first, then bought a house in Australia, where eventually she met a lovely woman who moved in with her. They spent a wonderful couple of years leading an indolent lifestyle until they eventually settled down, married and adopted a young brother and sister who had been orphaned by bush fires a couple of years before. She did have one connection with her old life. She kept in occasional touch with Candy following her career when she became a first responder paramedic, a job she really enjoyed. A post script to Linda's story was when Candy wrote to him telling him that Linda had decided that George had been too gentle for her and once she had got past her demons she'd agreed to marry 'a real he-man'. At least that was the way she had described the man to Candy, Unfortunately he turned out to have a violent temper, going too far one too many times. Candy attended to Linda when the police called her but it was too late, she was dead before anything could be done. Candy commented in her letter to Georgette that her ex-wife only got what she wanted, just a bit too much of it.