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A DREAM WEDDING "Dave, do you fancy gong a bit further with the dressing up game?" Jenny, my fianc?e asked me one day. I think I should explain that when we started courting, such an old fashioned word these days, I had to confess my secret desire to her. Ever since I was a small child I've adored women's clothes, first being dressed by my mother in her swimming costume to sunbathe, and later in girl's clothing she bought for me. As I grew up I tried many times to stop what was becoming an obsession, throwing away clothes more times than I care to remember, but nothing worked. I felt it imperative that I confess this to the woman who I wanted to spend my life with. "David, that is so cute," wasn't the reaction I'd feared for weeks before I plucked up the courage. She actually enjoyed helping me dress and, because I was so passable as a woman, taking me out shopping on girls' days out and as we were more or less the same height (about five and a half feet) and build, allowed Jenny a preview of how clothes might look on her if I modelled them for her. Being a computer geek also made it acceptable to grow my hair long, in man mode I just wore it in a low pony tail and Jenny started to call me Diana whenever I dressed. That was while we were both at university where we were each attending many of the same business studies suite of lectures, I think it was a healthier alternative way of letting our hair down, while most of our contemporaries were just going out getting smashed on whatever drinking money they could squeeze out of either their jobs, grants or parents. After we got our degrees it was Jenny's duty to go home and start to work with her father in the family business, a major supplier of pharmaceutical products. We put our wedding plans on hold as I needed a job with a company selling and installing business systems, to get real life experience before my plan of setting up on my own in a couple of years. Our activities were curtailed to some extent as we had to live nearly a hundred miles apart during the week, just being limited to weekends and mid-week video calls. Things were proceeding as planned for nearly a year, at which time Jenny's parents and uncle were all killed in a single plane crash. "David, I'm really up against it here," she told me, "I've had to take over doing what my father and uncle used to do and I'm being run ragged. I know it's a lot to ask, but can you drop everything and come here to help me?" That was, of course, exactly what I did. I took over all the IT side that her uncle handled, leaving my fianc?e to run the overall management of the group. The upside was that I moved into the family home, a huge Victorian mansion that employed a cook and a maid four days a week, and a cleaning service that came in to do deep clean every Friday and other days when they were required. I was quite surprised how Jenny handled staff both at work and home. She'd always had a strong personality since I'd known her, but now she gave an instruction both politely and quietly, but there was hell to pay if it wasn't carried out quickly and efficiently. We worked well together for a year, but I updated all their systems to such an extent that I really found myself redundant. Where her uncle had collated all the financial performances and projections himself, I arranged it so the all Jenny had to do was press a couple of buttons on her terminal and hey-presto! All the information she could want came up automatically in an easy to read format at her finger tips. Of course she was delighted but at the same time I think she was a little resentful that I now found that I had little to do at the office. I soon made up for it though by going home early on the days cook wasn't working and preparing special meals for us. While we were at university I had discovered I enjoyed cooking and even had a bit of a flair with it. It was a way we could eat well without it costing us a fortune which was relevant. Although Jenny's family were loaded they still believed that she should value the things she could buy and not become a spoiled brat. On my part it wasn't applicable because when my parents died I was mostly left with bills to pay, so my funds were already limited. I was very conscious of not sponging off of Jenny and cooking was my way of getting over the problem. With this extra time on my hands I could experiment with new dishes and pamper Jenny when she got home in the evenings. Of course I arranged that three of those nights both the maid and the cook were off, so it was my alto ego, Diana, that served the meal and ate with her. The only snag was that she was often exhausted when she got home and didn't see the humour of the situation as much as I did, it therefore came as a bit of a surprise to me when one weekend, she suggested that I take my dressing up a stage further. I was a little bit concerned at the question, after all I'd already had all my body hair and beard area lasered off, it had been my last Christmas present from Jenny. I had it at the back of my mind that the next major project we did was to get married. We'd been engaged for nearly two years and we'd already planned to be wed by now, but the surprise pressures of taking over running the businesses had meant that it had been put on hold. I wanted to know what she had in mind. "I can't do much more that's noticeable, people have already commented on my ears even though I only wear studs in the pierced holes during the day and I'm sure they've noticed my eyebrows, you went a bit mad with them last time you tidied them up," I told her. "What about a nice pair of breasts?" I nearly physically jumped when she suggested such a thing, it was something I'd dreamed of but it wasn't possible. "Unfortunately it's not practicle, they'd show under my ordinary clothes," I explained. "I'm not talking about a couple of melons," she told me with a laugh, "just a petit pair of large A's or small B's, they could be easily hidden under a jacket or loose sweater. You could even strap them down if it was just under a shirt." I was still a bit sceptical, then she told me her idea. "I've been approached by the owner of a private island just off the Welsh coast to say that they'd heard we were engaged and they could do a discrete wedding for us to whatever specification we wanted. I thought that if you could be fitted out with a nice pair of boobs, we could have private service and we could both wear dresses. What do you think about it? You could always have them either removed or reduced after the ceremony." "What about guests? Surely you'd want your friends there, even if we don't have any close family." "What friends David? I've hardly had time to even phone them since I left uni. and I know you're the same." After that I was only fighting against it half heartedly, the whole idea was massively tempting, too much so obviously, so it wasn't long before I signalled my agreement. I even said that I didn't mind them being a bit bigger to start with, on the understanding that they would be reduced after our honeymoon. Jenny acted true to form and told me that she would organised everything, including where we would go after the ceremony. In view of my anticipated physical changes, Jenny gave both the cook and Maid an extra month's paid leave, so that I could start my transformation right away. The downside of that was I would have to take over both their duties for which she bought me uniforms. I say in the plural because there were several of the sexy French maid uniforms that we'd often laughed about in adult shops we'd visited, five different pastel coloured ones plus one white and one black for Sundays. Then I had coverall pinafores to use while I was cooking because the silly little aprons that came with them wouldn't save a speck of dirt, they were entirely decorative. What I didn't appreciate were all the different coloured shoes that went with each uniform. They all had five inch heels on them except Sunday's which were six inch. When I queried them she told me that I was going to have to wear five inch ones with the wedding dress, the same as her, so I had to get used to them. The same applied to the corsets. Unless I laced them up as far as they'd go I couldn't get into the dresses. I don't mind admitting that I went straight onto a crash diet in an attempt to save me the pain of wearing them. Within a week of starting my maid duties I was whisked of the a private clinic where I was fitted with implants that gave me a 34EE chest measurement. When I queried it the surgeon told me that they would settle down after a bit and probably be a couple of cup sizes less. Anyway Jenny loved them so that was all that really mattered. While the doctor was there Jenny asked if she could do something that would hide my extra bits temporarily, so the I could wear a swimming costume without any lumps showing. "I can certainly do that," she said, "I can burry his testicles so that's one problem out of the way and I can give you a jab that will reduce the size of the penis quite dramatically. It will just need another jab to wake him up at the right time." "Well," Jenny said slowly, I could recognise a scheme coming on, "could you give him the first one now. It won't do either of us any harm to go without, it's only just over two weeks before the ceremony, then you'll have to show me what to do to get it back." It was all agreed without any consultation with the most important person to the proceedings; me. I just accepted that what Jenny wanted was what I always did. That same afternoon I was put out and the operation on me completed. I entered the clinic as a man and came out... well... I don't know exactly what. My penis looked as if it had completely retracted, I'm not circumcised so all that showed of it was what looked like a circular crumple of skin above my empty scrotum that could easily be mistaken for a clitoris above a woman's labia. That wasn't all, while I was out Jenny had rung and asked that my Adam's apple could be shaved and while she was at it my cheek bones and lips were temporarily plumped up. I only hoped the doctor was right and that the changes wouldn't disrupt our wedding night. She told me that she'd discussed it all in depth with Jenny so she could absolutely guarantee it. The following day I felt rough, I suppose it was due to the anaesthetic, so Jenny just made an appointment with a hair and beauty salon for me and for them to come to the house so I wouldn't have the embarrassment of going to the salon. The girls, Sonia and Becky arrived after lunch and gave me the full works up in our smallest room's en suite bathroom. If I hadn't had the operation the day before I would have disgraced myself with a huge erection in front of these two, once I saw their handiwork. My long but lifeless brown locks had been died blonde and given luxuriant waves down my back and my make up, well. It made me look like a super-model about to go on the cat walk even if I say so myself. My eyebrows had been reduced to a thin line, high on my forehead, helping to make my eyes look huge with shades of grey eye shadow, a jet black eyeliner and mascara over thick, long eyelash extensions that I was mightily conscious of every time I blinked. Whatever base make up they used made my skin appear completely flawless but with a shy looking blush. What weren't shy were my lips, the deepest red I'd ever seen and with a high gloss and this gleaming colour was continued on my toenails and fingernail extensions that must have reached nearly an inch beyond my natural ones. When I asked about refreshing what they'd done they broke the news to me that all I'd have to do was add some more gloss to my lips, otherwise what they'd done would last at least a month, although they told me with great excitement that they had been booked to dress me and touch me up the morning of the wedding. They had just packed up and gone when Jenny arrived home carrying a garment bag. I thought it odd that Jenny didn't know who I was talking about when I mentioned their names. I thought they worked for the salon that she used but apparently not. "I've brought you a new dress to wear, we'll go out for something to eat as soon as you're ready." Then she suddenly stared at me. "God, you look amazing, let me see what they've done." The contents of the bag she had given me was a beautiful cocktail dress that went perfectly with my lipstick and nail polish, if I wanted not to be noticed I was certainly not going about it the right way, because the top was cut almost obscenely low to display my new upholstery. She came into out bedroom to give me a box that contained bright red strappy five inch heeled sandals. She quickly changed into a very sophisticated floaty empire style dress, almost white but with a hint of violet in the soft material. I was pleased to see that she swapped her three inch heeled office shoes for similar five inch sandals to mine but to match her dress in colour. By the time we walked to our table across the restaurant with our similar faux fur wraps, there wasn't an eye in the room that didn't check us out. We had a very nice meal indeed that passed off without incident until a man at another table by himself came by way of ours on the way out. "Oh hello Ms Albright, fancy seeing you here, I was going to ring you and tell you that the deal can go ahead." "Hello Mr Eden, that's good, I'll ring you in the morning and we can iron out the details," Jenny told him, then to me, "Sorry about that Diana, just a bit of business." I wasn't fazed about it, except I had a feeling that I knew the man from somewhere but I couldn't think where, my eyes followed him out of the room as if a note might be on his back saying where I'd seen him. He was bigger than me but not a great deal so. I thought about it for a while longer, not that I considered it important, it's just that when you can't quite remember something it niggles away at you. "You look distracted Diana." "No, it's nothing Jen." I had to give up thinking about the semi-familiar man as we started to talk about more interesting things, like where were we going for our honeymoon, but Jenny wouldn't give me a clue. She did say that she'd got over the problem of me seeing her in her dress before the ceremony, she'd hired two helecopters to take us out to the island. She was going out there to get changed early and she would take the marriage officials, but I was going to the heleport hotel the night before. The girls that did my makeover would meet me there to help me into the dress that she'd chosen for me, to touch up my make up, then I would follow her out there in my finery by the second 'copter. When we got home we were both randy as hell. "I think I've made an awful mistake Diana," she told me as she handed me a short nightie. "Still it's too late now to worry about not having you make love to me tonight." I knew that it was often difficult for her to unwind and she certainly felt stressed out that night about something. I didn't say anything, but laid down beside her then slid under the duvet. It wasn't long before I was between her legs and working her with my tongue for the first time. I hadn't actually done it to her before because I know she believed that if I did it for her, she would be expected to return the compliment and I knew she viewed giving me a blow job the same as I would have done. Ugh! No thank you. However, before I dated Jenny I had a girlfriend who wouldn't have full sex before she was married, but loved oral, both doing and having done and it was from her that I learned the trick of leading to a climax, backing off just a little then leading up to the point again, and so on. By the time I let my ex-girlfriend cum, she was sceaming her head off. I would be very gentle for a moment to give her time to come back down, then I would start again. She was very upset when I went away to university. That was what I did to Jenny. She knew there was nothing she could do for me, so she allowed me down there. I don't know what she expected but I'm pretty certain it wasn't what she got. She had an hour or more of my undivided attention and at that point she pulled me back up along side her. Her face was beaded with perspiration and had a dazed look on her face. I got up and helped her dry a little on a towel and dressed her in a fresh nightie, all the while she was saying nothing until I was done. "All the time we've known each other and you've never done that to me before?" she phrased it as a question. "I know you thought I would want you to do the same to me, so that was the reason you kept stopping me," I explained, "but actually I can't understand any girl that could do that for a man, I agree, a man's end product is disgusting, I'd never ask you to do that for me. But you... well you taste delicious and I enjoy doing it." She gripped round my chest and pulled me to her so hard I had to stuggle to breathe. "Oh David," she said. We went to sleep in that position and didn't move until my alarm went off in the morning. We had our normal coffee and toast then Jenny went off to work in the suit I'd pressed for her and I got on with the housework. She said nothing about what I'd done the previous night until after we'd eaten that evening. "Would you have liked me to do you with my mouth?" she asked. "Jenny, when I was about thirteen or fourteen, like most boys I masturbated and I guess a rather lesser number of us tried the taste to see what it was like. After all I'd seen porn with women smiling as they gave blow jobs, so thought it must taste nice. I poured it into my mouth and swallowed, then spent the next hour throwing up and the rest of the day dry heaving, not being able to get the taste out of my mouth. I vowed that I'd never ever ask a woman to put up with that, oh, I know there are some that like it, but to me it's unimaginable." It wasn't politic to tell her about my ex-girlfriend. "On the other hand I love the taste of you, perhaps it's because we love each other it makes a difference." "I thought you told me that you envisioned yourself with a man while you're all dressed up?" She had her business serious face on. "I'm sure that would sometimes involve oral sex." "Thought of how I would be attractive to men yes, but that's make believe, fantasy, not real life. I told you I'm strictly heterosexual. I've nothing at all against gay men, whatever anyone wants to do is OK by me, so long as everyone involved is consenting. It's just that I can't imagine what the attraction one man can have towards another, and because I can't comprehend what the attraction is, I can't see with their eyes. As I say, whatever anyone does is OK by me, but I'd never force anyone to do something they didn't want to and I don't think anyone else should." "David, this is very important, please tell me truthfully, have you ever dated or even fancied a man, even in an innocent sort of way?" "Jenny, I've told you, I don't see anything wrong with being a gay man, or woman come to that, but I've never ever done it, I told you, I can't understand the attraction, so the answer is no, I swear on both our lives." Suddenly the penny dropped. She saw my eyes open wide with surprise. "I've just remembered where I saw that man that spoke to you in the restaurant, it was Sam, Sam Eden, he was in my class at school," I started remembering. "He was gay and when we found out, he was teased something rotten. I joined in to start with but when they started to actually bully him I let them get on with it. I've felt rotten about that ever since, but I couldn't risk siding with him or they would have accused me of the same and as I had my little secret I was afraid it would all come out. I'm afraid it's the most cowardly thing I've done in my life. Are you going to meet up with him? I'd like to join you if that's possible, to see him again just to apologise for what I didn't do all those years ago. Hang on, is this something to do with all the questions about being gay?" "It's just that you talk in your sleep, you know I've told you several times, and I've heard you mention his name even though the rest has been mostly gobbledegook." She spoke quickly and her voice was higher pitched than usual, which I thought odd. "Well now you know why, I feel guilty for ignoring him," I said with a smile. Then the strangest thing happened. Jenny ran out to the kitchen and threw up in the sink, well mostly in the sink. I cleaned her up in our bathroom, put her to bed then cleaned downstairs. When I joined her in bed she was still awake but had turned her back towards my side. As it was Saturday the next day I left her carefully as she was asleep, but I'd only poured my first coffee when she joined me in the kitchen. "What would you like to do today Jen?" I asked. "Nothing David, I'm not feeling well." "Go back to bed and I'll bring you some porridge oats, that will help settle your stomach." When I delivered her breakfast it was with another coffee, headache and antacid tablets and a glass of water. "Can I get you anything else my love?" I asked. "Yes, a big knife to cut my throat," she replied. I gave a sympathetic snort and left her for a moment. Down in the kitchen in the rubbish draw there was a hand bell, I've no idea where it came from but it was ideal for now. I took it up to the bedroom to collect Jenny's breakfast tray and put the bell on her bedside table. "I'll leave the door open, if you need anything ring the bell and I'll be able to hear you," I told her. "Try to sleep some more." At midday she got up and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. "I'm just going into the office for a very short while, I won't be long but there's something I need to do and I can't rest until it's done." I knew it was a waste of my time to try to talk her out of it. I offered to drive her in but she refused and was gone. By two o'clock I was a little worried and called her cell phone, I heard it ringing upstairs. At a quarter to three I called the office but it went straight to answer phone. At five past three someone rang the doorbell. It was Sonia and Becky and a man in a chauffeur's uniform. "Guess what!" Becky screamed as they all barged their way in carry armfuls of bowes and bags. "The wedding's been moved up, it's tonight." We all went up to our bedroom and there followed a frantic hour primping and polishing me, putting up my hair and down into the most amazing wedding dress. It was like a mermaid dress, but I could only get it done up by using an absolutely vicious corset that crushed my ribs and waist and nearly popped my breasts out over the top. The dress was so tight I had trouble bending my leg enough to get my foot off the ground high enough to fit into the shoes which seemed to have six inch high heels. "Special instructions, you've got to wear this." Sonia placed a wide choker with a heavy gold heart at the front round my neck and just managed to close it with an audible click. "I think it's something borrowed." I had the traditional blue garter round my thigh, the veil over my head and a boquet of orchids and I was ready for the off, I had to make little jumps to get down the stairs because of the dress. They gave me a small clutch bag into which I placed my keys and some odds and ends from the hall dresser, then they helped me into the limosine and bid me good luck. It didn't take long to drive to the heliport where my lift was waiting for me and in very few minutes I was looking down at the roads and houses below us as I was whisked off to Wales. The island was further off the coast than I expected and as we came in to land I realised that I didn't know where it was off the coastline and not even its name. We landed to one side of a large house and two men in dark suits met me and guided me into a door at one side. There I was met by two maids who tried to get me up a flight of stairs but I couldn't bend my legs enough to reach the step. One of the men was called in and he picked me up with ease and carried me up to a bedroom on the first floor. It was very well appointed and I felt that Jenny had made a good choice of venue, if not the dress. "Has Jenny Albright arrived yet?" I asked one of the maids. "Who Madam?" she queried. "My wife to be," I explained. Both the maids laughed and guided me to the centre of the bed. "Is that what you're going to call him Madam?" the other asked. "What do you mean 'him', Jenny's most definitely a 'her', oh, I get it, has she got herself a tux?" They just laughed again then left me on his own. After about ten minutes I was getting restless and nothing seemed to be happening. I was about to try to struggle up when the door opened and in walked a man in a tux. It took a moment for me to believe the evidence of my eyes. "Hello darling, how's my pretty bride?" asked Sam Eden. "Hi Sam, did Jenny tell you that I wanted to see you?" "Yes she did sugar, I must say you look more like a woman than most women, you really are beautiful," he spoke as he came to the bed and took my hand. "What are you doing Sam? Where's Jenny?" I snatched my hand away. "Oh dear, I thought you might have second thoughts, that's why I insisted on a little insurance. You feel that lovely choker of yours round your neck?" "Yes Jenny sent it for me to wear, so that I had something borrowed," I told him, suddenly feeling less confident than I sounded. He pulled what looked like a car remote key out of his pocket and pressed the button. I screamed so loud my throat was sore afterwards. The pain on my neck was the worst I'd ever experienced. "That, my little bride, is a shock collar. At the moment it is set on a strength of only the lowest setting, number one. I can turn it up on my little controller here to ten and that would make you unconscious and you would take at least several days to recover, that is , if you survived. Actually it's most likely that you will, this is supposed to be non-lethal but excruciatingly painful, so don't think of trying to make a martyr of yourself." "What's going on?" I asked although my voice was croaky. "It's quite simple Diana, I happened to find out that you were engaged to Ms Albright and it didn't take long for me to know that you both shared in your little hobby. Now I've never forgiven the people that made my life a misery at school and I've gradually been extracting my revenge on each of them in turn. For most I'm afraid they had very nasty accidents, but in your case you weren't quite as bad as most so I divised this little scheme. In spite of laws and what people claim, there's still a lingering mistrust of gay or transvestite men in my circles, so I need a very obviously feminine wife. When I explained that to your girlfriend, along with a nearly billion pound profit on a series of deals, she suddenly decided that you'd be happier with me. Of course I hope you will be, you certainly won't be happy with her ever since you were castrated and had most of your penis removed. I know you fell for the line it was only temporary, but I'm afraid it isn't. You can never satisfy a woman again so you might as well lay back and get your pleasure where you can. In your case I'm sure you'll come to appreciate a bit a massaging of your prostate, it should prove satisfying enough for you and certainly it's the best you're going to get." "I don't believe you, you can't be as evil as that." I tried one desperate attempt to get him to tell me it was all a some sort of sick joke. "Oh I can assure you it's all true. The only reason I had them leave you the vestage of a penis is so that I know I'm not fucking a woman, but it's not big enough to spoil the lines of a string bikini." "I don't believe you told Jenny that you wanted revenge, she wouldn't have believed that I would have hurt you, and I wouldn't have. I teased you with the others the day we first found out, but it was only once and I was ashamed afterwards and wouldn't join in with anything else. Now you're destroying my life because of that?" "Oh no Diana, I explained that at the very least you were bi-sexual and that you would be happy with me, I didn't want her to feel too bad for selling you for all that money. Come on, admit it, you've secretly had wet dreams about going with a man in all your finery?" "Sam, I don't know what to say to convince you. God knows I'm not in a position to criticize you for being gay. I don't care, but I've never ever wanted gay sex. For you it must be great, for me it is the worst thing that I could imagine happening to me and you are going to have to keep a very close eye on me because if what you say is true I have nothing to live for any more." "Get out of that dress and put something sensible on, the closets are loaded with nice clothes for you. I'll have a maid help you, then she'll show you down to the dining room. You'll soon learn that your life can be very pleasant, you'll live a life of luxury, I'll tell you more about it over dinner." With that little speech he left the bedroom. The two maids that had helped me in had obviously been waiting outside the door because they returned even before the door closed behind Sam. The only relief I had was to get out of the damned dress. He was truthful when he said there were lots of nice clothes. To make a point though, I refused all the cocktail dresses they offered me and instead put on a very simple skirt and blouse, I would have worn slacks if there'd been any. I sat at the silver and crystal laden table with him but I obviously had no appetite. I had a little soup, but as the fish course was served I threw up over the table. He wasn't pleased. He took me by the arm and dragged me back up to the bedroom. "Don't you realise that if you cooperate, you'll be one of the socialites that every woman envies? The world will be your oyster, you can have whatever you want," he shouted at me. "If I can have anything give me my balls back and you drop dead," I shouted back. That decided what was going to happen. He ripped the clothes off me, mostly quite literally, and used my stockings to tie my hands in front of me, threw me face down on the bed and proceeded to rape me. The pain was intense as he forced himself into my back passage. I admit I screamed. Once he had just about got all in and started to rock gently, telling me to relax and enjoy it, I noticed his belt with a heavy buckle in front of me. I swung it round in the general direction of his ear and did even better, it caught his eye and I wriggled like an eel making it difficult for him to grip me. My backside was suddenly free of him so I spun and continued to lash out at his face with the buckle until he found the remote for my collar. It was always going to be a one sided fight. The pain put me on the floor and then of course he was back in control. He pressed the remote several times in revenge for his bloody face but eventually left me as I was, exited the room and I heard a key turn in the lock, he was presumably going to sleep in another room. I crawled up onto the bed, but could nothing else but collapse there. At least all I'd been through gave me the gift of oblivion for a few hours. When I woke it was still only a dawn light, but I didn't move, there was nothing for me to move for, so I was still laying like it when the maids came in. What they saw made them confused and upset. Remember, there were torn clothes everywhere, myself and several other things had small spatters of blood on them, my hands were still tied by the stocking and I didn't realise it but she must have seen blood from my behind. Unfortunately my make up was still perfect. "What happened Madam," one of the maids asked, "have you been attacked?" I think they were looking round for a broken window or other sign of an intruder. "Yes," I said. "I came here to marry my fiancee, a woman who I've been engaged to for years and I find I've been castrated and I'm expected to be married to a man and he attacked me. By the way, if you must call me something, call me sir or David, that's who I am." "Sir, I'll run straight away and tell the master," one of them went to go. "Don't bother," I told them, "it was your master that did it." After that they said no more, just went round tidying up the debris and running a bath for me. I could see through the en suite door that the maid there was about to put bath salts or something similar in the water. "Don't put anything in it," I called out, "I prefer plain water right now." I wandered naked into the bathroom and locked the door. I looked in the medicine cabinet and found what I'd hoped for, a pair of scissors. They were only very small but they did the job I wanted although only slowly. I hacked all my hair off, very raggedly but in several places close enough to the scalp to make it bleed. Then I lay down in the hot water and with considerable pain but determination, I used it to slash my wrists. I was aware of some knocking on the door, then it went away and so did I, drifting without pain. Unfortunately I woke up in the bed I'd been given in this hell house but at least it was clean and someone who introduced himself as doctor somebody, I can't remember his name, was taking my pulse from my neck. I saw that he couldn't use my wrists, they were too heavily bandaged. "How are you feeling dear?" he asked. "Did you have an accident?" "First of all," I told him, "I'm not your dear, my name is David, David Rossitor, and it wasn't an accident. I have some sort of animal shock collar round my neck, I've been castrated, I'm being held here as a prisoner, anally raped and my only way out is to kill myself. I will make sure I'm more successful next time." I wasn't sure how much of that he took in, or whether he wanted to, but I had to get it all out before Sam turned up, which I was sure he'd do. I was proved right in only a couple of minutes when he walked in without knocking. "Oh good you're awake Diana," he said. "My name is not Diana it's David, even though you had my balls cut off," I told him very loudly. He immediately took the doctor by the arm and led him out of the room. He said something to him as he went, I wasn't certain, but I think it was something like I was suffering from some sort of breakdown. He returned to my bedside as soon as he shut the door on my departing medic. "What the hell do you think you're doing, are you pretending to be hard to get?" "I'm not pretending. I expect you'll find a way to successfully rape me, but you'll never break me. I will tell everyone I see what you've done and I'll kill myself as soon as I get a chance. I know you'll shock me or beat me or tie me up, but you're going to have to do that every time. I'm not gay and I've got nothing to live for." Sam sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. For the first time I looked beyond him and saw the broken down door of the bathroom. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked. "What have you done with your lovely hair?" "Let me go, take me back to my home, at least the rest of my clothes are there." "You've got all the clothes you could possibly want here." I noticed that he was starting to sound as if he was whining. "Sam, don't you understand that I'm just a transvestite, I didn't want a gay relationship, I didn't want a sex change, I was quite content to dress up every now and then, take my girlfriend out to dinner, have sex with her afterwards and eventually get married and have kids. Was that really too much to ask?" "I'm sorry, I honestly did think I could get you to live happily with me. I haven't really done anything to those boys that bullied me and I know you weren't involved. It's just that you're so convincing, you would have been perfect." I suddenly realised that he had been silently crying. "Let me find something to wear and arrange for me to go back to Jenny's place, is the helicopter still here?" I suggested. "After what she's done to you?" He got a key out of his pocket and released the collar for which I thanked him. "I don't know what I'm going to do about her or me, but whatever it is I can't do it without any papers or money and it's all back there." "I'll call up transport but the 'copter you came in left yesterday, you were kept under by the doctor all day yesterday." He left and the maids came back in. "Your poor hair Sir," one commented. "I know there's a brunette wig in the cupboard if you want to wear it for the journey Sir?" I found I was very stiff but slowly and rather painfully got dressed. I selected another skirt and blouse then found a lightweight jacket to match and with the small clutch bag that I arrived with, was ready to go. I had to wait but only had time for a cup of coffee before Sam came back. "It's on it's way, it'll be here in about half an hour. A car will meet you at the other end." "Sam, I told Jenny that I wanted to speak to you anyway, once I remembered who you were. I wanted to appologise for what happened in school, I should have been a friend to you. I hope you can find someone to share your life with, I don't know but I might well be in the minority of TV's who are absolutely straight, judging from what I read, so it should be possible." After another coffee and an assurance that I didn't want breakfast, he saw me down to the landing pad and helped strap me in once I was seated. He waved me goodbye and I watched as the island got smaller and the mainland more defined. I spent the journey thinking about the way things had gone and was quite surprised when I saw we were landing. True to his word a limousine was there for me and I was soon outside our front door. I knew Jenny would be at work so was able to enter without worrying and the first thing I did was to go into the room I used as a study to ring a solicitor I knew. As I started to tell my story he told me to wait for him to come over. It was only about twenty minutes before he rang the door bell. There were five people standing there, my solicitor James Berry, his secretary, a photographer and two police officers. We all got seated round the dining room table and I went through my story in as much detail as I knew, while the secretary took it down and the police recorded it. It was so detailed that we broke for a drink half way through and that was when the photographer snapped away at my hair, the burn marks on my neck, my wrists and most embarrassingly, my crotch. "The first job is to get you to hospital to see what's been done to you and how it can best be dealt with," James told me and the police said they would go with me as well. In the meantime officers were sent to Jenny's office to arrest her and negociations were under way for warrants to be issued for Sam and the doctors that operated on me. Even though I was taken to a very expensive private clinic, it seemed to take an age to do examinations and have blood tests and x-rays. As I stood having that last done, I collapsed. I was put in a bed and given a drip and a light meal that I was told to eat. It had occurred to me, then I had to explain to them, that it was three days since I'd eaten and kept it down and that was only a light breakfast. It was decided that I would be kept in for a day for observation. I had just finished eating when the doctor returned with my entourage of lawyers and police. "I have some good news Mr Rossitor," the doctor said. "Our x-rays have established that your testicles and penis are still there. We are confident that we can get them back into the right place but I must tell you that they have been denied most of their blood supply. If they'd been left like that for very much longer they would have atrophied. As it is at least at the moment they appear recoverable but we want you in the theatre tonight, there really is no time to lose." I was confused, Sam had been certain that everything had been removed and looking back I was sure that Jenny had known about it from the way she had been acting. It was one of the conclusions I had come to on the flight back. She had known about me being disfigured and had regretted it for some reason, nothing else could account for her upset in the hours before I was taken away. I could give it no further thought though, as I was given a local anaesthetic which was strong enough to make my mind fuzzy, but not knock me out as I'd just eaten. By the time they'd finished with me I was given something to help me sleep and didn't wake up until the next morning. Although I actually felt as if I'd been kicked in the balls, I could see that things were back in place, albeit I was bandaged, giving me an apetite for a good breakfast. Having said that, my eyes turned out bigger than my stomach and I was only able to eat a little before I felt sick. I kept coming back to the knowledge that the woman I loved and trusted could have sold me and be complicit in maiming me. Before this it would have been the all surmounting worry if it hadn't been for what everyone thought was permanent physical damage. I'd just finished eating when the doctor came in. "Well Mr Rossiter, everything went as well as we could have hoped, I'm afraid it's going to take a while before you recover your former erection capability completely, but I have every confidence that it will happen within a few weeks. Your other injuries will leave a small amount of scarring though." He undid the bandages and I was able to see my sorry looking penis, but he seemed quite pleased and he had just made me decent when James Berry arrived. "Mostly good news David," he was full of enthusiasm, "Samuel Eden's been arrested and he's admitted everything, they'll release him this afternoon but his passport will be taken and he'll be tagged. The rest is a bit of a mystery I'm afraid. The people at the clinic claim that they were paid to do as you were told, true enough, but they say they wouldn't have done it and in any case the woman who took you in paid them to really make the whole thing reversible. They warned her that eventually your bits would deteriorate too much to be recovered, but she told them it was so you could change your mind and that she would explain everything to you. As for Jenny, they haven't been able to find her. The people at her office say that she wasn't there yesterday and she's not answering her phone. Until the police can track her down we can't serve the papers for the damages claim." At that, I called the doctor and told him I wanted to be discharged. He only reluctantly agreed but warned me to take it easy. "I'll go back to the house, perhaps there's a clue there to where she's gone," I told him and he agreed to drive me. When we got there I told him that I would check the bedroom if he would have a look in the kitchen. When I opened the door I was hit by a horrible smell. Jenny was laid across the bed, still in the jeans and t-shirt she was wearing when I left and it was obvious she had fouled herself and been sick down her front. I thought she was dead but when I felt for a pulse, there was a very faint one. I picked up the bedside phone, dialled the emergency 999 and asked for an ambulance. I yelled for James while they were putting me through but I'd already given them details of her condition before he arrived. While I was taking off her jeans and cleaning her as best I could, James took a look round. "Have you seen this?" He showed me some papers clipped together. The one on top was headed 'Last Will and Testament' and it started with the words: 'To David Rossiter, the only man I could ever love, I leave all my possessions, including...' and it went on to go through all her and her company's assets and a great many deeds and other documents. There was an envelope attached but it was sealed and addressed to me as David Rossiter. Inside was a letter: My Dearest Diana, I'm so sorry I let you down so badly. Eden told me that you two had been an item but that you were too ashamed to go on with it. He told me he wanted to make you happy and marry you, but knew that you'd be too ashamed to admit that it was what you would want. I believed him because you had called his name out in the night, two or three times to my knowledge, and I thought it was because of a lost love. He made all the arrangements, but when I spoke to the clinic privately and they told me what was really ordered for you, I told them that I would give them double the amount for them to make it reversible, at least to give you time to change your mind. I was going to explain all this to you before your wedding, but when you told me the whole story I realised that I had been played for a fool. I made frantic calls to Eden telling him the whole thing was off and he gave me the name of the hotel to meet him at but he never showed up. Of course when I came home and found you gone, I phoned again and he told me that he'd brought everything forward. He mailed me a picture of a collar round your neck and sent me the manufacturer's specifications for it. He said that if I tried to interfere he would kill you by putting it on its highest setting. The literature made it clear that it had the capability. I've attached a letter for the police, giving them all the details of what's happened and where to find you both. I suggested that they simply approach you as next of kin for inheritance purposes, as a means to get you away from him. I love you more than life itself Forever yours Jenny I'd only had a chance to skim through the letter when the paramedics arrived. They had a drip and monitors on her as they carried her downstairs and blue lit her to the hospital. "If only I'd gone up to the bedroom," I told James despairingly, "but I had no need." "You can't start blaming yourself, David," he told me as we followed in the same direction as the ambulance. We both went into the hospital to be with her, but once we were told that she would be unconscious for some time, James left me there but promised to keep in touch. One thing he pointed out was that it must have taken her time to assemble the various papers, write her will and the letter and get a witness and he was going to track those people down in order to get a time line. When we mentioned this to the doctor he said that they'd already found that much of the substances, probably pain killers, hadn't been obsorbed and that the paramedic had noted that she'd vomited some of them as well. She was on a dextrose drip and an electrolyte infusion and although they were keeping her comatose for the moment, they were hopeful for her. He mentioned that she'd had a great deal of alcohol and that may have caused the vomiting, so it's possible it may have saved her life. I sat by her bed in the additional dependency ward all that night, either holding her hand and/or talking to her. Two or three of the medics suggested that I went home and they would call me but I couldn't leave her. My mind was in a whirl. Only hours ago I was convinced I hated her. Now I was shocked by what she had written but she hadn't mentioned anything about the deal that she got as a quid pro quo. Wasn't this the equivalent of selling me, the way Sam had described? Another thing that I didn't understand, Sonia and Becky. Jen told me that she'd organised them, but if she did, surely she would have had to get them in as a rush when the 'wedding' was brought forward? Then I remembered that she didn't seem to know them when I mentioned them and if she'd organised my makeover she would have used her customary people. Also she was surprised at how I looked, if she'd organised it, with her desire for control over everything, she would have known what they were going to do. James called in on his way to work in the morning. "I've been in touch with the police and explained where she is and the letters. They've told me they'll not take action against her until after they've seen the new evidence." I thanked him and he went off to his office. When he did his morning rounds, about ten o'clock, the doctor told me that she would probably wake up shortly, he seemed quite pleased with her. Sure enough, just as I was having my umpteenth coffee of the morning, her eyes fluttered and her arm moved. "Hello darling, wakey wakey." I stood and bent over her so she could see my face as soon as she opened her eyes. "Wha..." She was trying to wake herself. "You're OK, you're in hospital," I told her and smiled just as her eyes focused. "David?" "Guilty as charged." "What happened? What are you doing here? What's happened to your hair?" "I cut it off, this is a wig." I kept smiling, I couldn't help it, my heart was flying. "How did you get away, did the police get my note?" "Whoa...Slow down a little, you've been through a lot, there's nothing for you to worry about," I felt it important to keep it calm, she had too many tubes and wires connected to her. "Why's that bandage on your wrist... on both wrists?" "It's all a long story, take a few minutes to get yourself together." As I said that the nurse came over and turned off one of the several machines there. "How are you feeling Ms Albright?" she asked her. "I'm a bit thirsty nurse." The nurse went off and returned with a sippy cup of iced water. "Just take a sip at a time... That's right. I'll leave it here for when you want a little more but remember to take it slowly or you'll be sick," the nurse warned her. "Have you read my note?" she asked me. "Yes I have, everything's alright." I thought there was time enough to get answers to my questions when she had recovered a little more. "Darling, I was such a fool." As she spoke tears started to appear in her eyes. "It?s all sorted now, don?t worry about it." The conversation went on without any specifics until lunch arrived, soup for Jenny, a sandwich for me. After she?d had it they removed her monitoring equipment and she was moved to an ordinary room, which gave us privacy. Jenny more or less told me the things I already knew from her letter, but added that it was Sam that organised the salon women but was mystified when I asked about a contract with him. "As a business we?ve been dealing with him or his family for years, there?s no other business. He wanted to see that you could pass well after you?d been made over, that was the reason we were at the restaurant and he just signalled me that you could pass as his wife to his satisfaction, the way you both... I mean he wanted." It was then turn to tell her my story, what happened when I got to the island and the subsequent graphic illustration to him that I wouldn?t be what he needed. She wanted to see my hair so I unpinned the wig and showed her. She gasped and started to cry again, especially as she realised why my wrists were still bandaged. By the time Jenny was out of hospital, all that remained was the legal case against Sam and the clinic. The former got four years, they took into account that he let me go when he realised he was mistaken. He also gave me a million without having to take out a private claim, and the clinic fifty thousand for not telling me of the dangers of the operation. The staff involved had to face temporary suspensions from their professional bodies, but not permanent. It took us both a long time to get over the traumas we suffered, but we did. I kept my breasts but had them reduced to a more manageable ?B? cup. The clinic managed to make my nipples even more sensitive than they were before, so they gave us something else to play with. I had no doubt about getting really married to Jenny, which we did the following year. I set up the business management reporting systems in such a way that Jenny could keep an eye on the group of companies from wherever we were in the world, and installed well qualified directors to handle everything day to day. Five years later we had two children, one of each, and I heard from Sam. He sent a long letter apologising yet again and extolling the virtues of his new wife. I still resent what he tried to do so forcibly, but I can?t help hoping that he can finally be content with his life.