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Note: In this story one of the characters has a lisp. I have indicated their pronunciation by simply substituting 'th' for 's' and a soft 'c' and sometimes 'w' for 'r' (where the 'r' might usually be rolled e.g. 'breast' would be 'bweatht' but 'her' would stay 'her'), in both cases the rest of the correct spelling of the word stays the same. I'm aware that it makes difficult reading, especially for those for whom English isn't a first language, but I can't think of any other way of writing that will carry the essence of the tale. UK residents can also play for fun 'spot the characters' but I stress the story is fiction and any resemblance to persons, living, dead or fictional is purely coincidental. THE MAKEOVER Joseph Grundy was at a loss to understand how he'd got into the situation he found himself. His fianc?e of nearly three years, Linda, was away from home for ten days at a spa resort with a friend and he'd just been asked to call in to her step-mother's place to help Linda's step-sister, Emma, practice for her upcoming presentation. She had been studying cosmetology and hairdressing with a view to working as a make up artist in films. "You'd be ideal to practice on Joe," her mother, Ruth Archer, had explained to him, "you're a man, so more difficult to work on than a woman, but just with the sort of build that would make it realistic." He had been reluctant to do them this favour. Although normally a helpful and easygoing sort of character, both of his fianc?e's closest family had made no secret of the fact that they thought she could do a lot better for herself. Alright, he was on the weedy side, not quite as tall as Linda at five feet four inches, but he had a good brain on him, had a fine sense of humour and wouldn't hesitate to take on more than his fair share of housework including cooking. All of these things, plus she had no complaints in the bedroom, convinced Linda to ignore the pleading of her step-mother and step-sibling to find someone else. Joe was also aware of another tension between the woman he loved and her family, her mother had died years ago from breast cancer, her father had remarried to Ruth and at the same time she had gained a step-sister, Ruth's daughter Emma. He knew that the fact Linda's father had been killed in an accident and left the bulk of his fortune to his blood daughter, had caused a certain amount of tension between them. However, as far as he could tell, it was no longer a problem, Linda had told him that they had now been well provided for. He knew that Linda's family was very well off, after all they lived in a mansion that even had an indoor swimming pool, but his own position was one of not inconsiderable wealth, left to him by his parents, so there was no question of either of them bothering with pre-nuptial agreements. Ruth had phoned him the night before to pass on the message that Linda, her step-daughter, and her friend wouldn't be home until Sunday, so he agreed to help Emma and was spending Saturday doing the good deed. At least it gave him something to do before Linda arrived home, her time away had seemed an age to him. He was a little miffed however, that Linda had phoned her step-mother and not him to say she was going to be delayed. She was well aware that he had told her that he was going to have to go to New York on the Monday for a meeting with the American directors of the branch of the family business over there and that he planned to be gone for about two weeks. He seldom needed to deal with business affairs as since his parents' deaths it was normally conducted by perfectly capable executives. He didn't really need to make that journey but he'd arranged it as a childish tit for tat, because of his Linda's stay at the spa. He'd arrived early in the morning at his prospective in-laws' and was at first surprised to be asked to sign a waiver. "It's the college rules I'm afraid, it's because I'm going to photograph each stage," Emma had explained, so he signed. It wasn't until that point that Emma told him that she would want him to change his clothes afterwards, it was to be a complete makeover. To this end she started it all off by taking his full height photo as he was when he arrived as well as close ups of his face and hair from different angles. Her mother accompanied the two of them up to Emma's bedroom en suite bathroom, telling him that she would act as her daughter's assistant, only able to do things she was told to do, besides acting as chaperone while the procedures were carried out. "Who's going to see these pictures Emma?" he asked. "Don't worry Joe," she explained, "they've told us that our model can go under a made up identity so no one is embarrassed. I'll give you a different name, a girl's name, have you any preference?" When he replied that he'd never ever considered going by a girl's name, she suggested 'Lillian' and having nothing said against it, Lillian was agreed on so she started calling him that straight away. Both Emma and Ruth expressed how grateful they were and told him that they knew it was difficult for him. He became more relaxed as they joked and laughed with him, friendlier than they'd ever previously been towards him, so raised no objection when they told him to strip off to his underpants. As Emma worked on his hair with him backed onto the sink with his neck resting on it, he commented that he was so relaxed that he'd almost dropped off. Using that as an excuse, Ruth went and brought them all up cups of coffee but afterwards he told them that, in spite of that, he was even more sleepy. This was more so once he was under the hair drier so it wasn't long before he'd fallen asleep. It was then that the women were able to really get on with the treatment they had planned. Ruth called out to someone downstairs and two more women came up to the bathroom where she introduced them to her daughter as her friends, nurses from the clinic where she worked before she married, Elizabeth, 'call me Liz', and Peggy. They brought with them some electrical equipment which included three laser guns which they started to use on Joe's legs and body, just as soon as they had removed his underpants. It wasn't long before areas devoid of his body hair began to appear. They divided the work so that one had each leg, Ruth started to work on his face while Emma began the laborious task of weaving extensions into his blond hair. After a couple of hours their subject started to stir but Ruth quickly pressed a needle free syringe to his neck and he resumed his dream free sleep, knowing nothing of two more injections she gave him. The women paused for a coffee break then resumed their tasks, by which time Liz and Peggy had moved on to his arms and Ruth removed most of his eyebrows, the small number of hairs on his chest and had started on his pubic hair. Once Emma had completed his hair extensions she made two plaits so they would hang down each side of his chest and tied neat pastel blue ribbons to each plait. It was another two hours before all these cosmetic treatments were complete. It was then that he was carried downstairs and into what had been one of the garages attached to the house. It had been converted though into a clean room with a large plastic covered padded table under a light in the centre. It was here that the three nurses carried out minor cosmetic surgery, Botox injections for example. However it was more than that they intended to do, including things beyond their normal scope. Peggy started by giving him two injections adjacent to his penis then they manipulated him so that they could sponge a liquid all over his newly denuded body and followed by giving an injection in each of his nipples, a small dose of a hormone that would substantially increase their sensitivity. Then they made incisions under each nipple which were used as a pathway to insert what looked like a deflated balloon under the area. These were pumped up with an inert gel, giving him a perky pair of breasts that any young girl would be proud of. Having sealed the incisions with a medical adhesive, Peggy moved down to his genitals. The earlier jab had the effect of already markedly reducing his manhood in size but not satisfied that it was sufficient, she gave him another dose and while that took effect she started work by pushing his testicles up into his body. She waited until they didn't reappear and by then his circumcised penis had shrunk dramatically. The other women laughed when she pointed it out, Liz commenting that her clitoris was bigger. Peggy finished the job by moulding his empty scrotum flat from each side and fixing it in place above and below his penis so that it resembled labia lips, unsealed in the centre to enable him to pee through it. By the time she was done there was no sign of his male organs at all. "The medications I've pushed into him will stop the sensations from his bits for a long time," she told the others. They had been working on his face, enhancing his cheek bones and lips. By then it was time to wipe off the liquid he'd had spread on his body, it came off a dirty brown colour and left his previously slightly tanned skin a very pale hue, almost translucent, all over his body and face. Peggy then used an agent on his face that tightened his skin then passed it to Ruth and she used it to further flatten his scrotum, the whole effect of these was to make him look very much younger than his real age of nineteen. Emma had been giving him a manicure, rounding off his nails then varnishing them and his toenails in a pale pink pearlescent colour. She was then ready to move back to his face where she painted a delicate blush on his cheeks, broken up only by some subtle dots, making freckles, then enhanced the redness of his lips and very slightly tinged his eyelids with the palest blue. Once that was dry she was able to glue extra lashes on his eyelids, just two or three at a time so they looked natural. Liz sprayed an aerosol down his throat, it was to tighten his vocal cords then had an idea so told them she would be back shortly. When she returned it was with a pair of pink dental braces with a small extra component. It took her only a few minutes to fix them in place and when she was done she pointed out than an extra fitting meant that the new 'girl' would speak with a lisp as well as a higher pitched voice. By the time they'd stopped laughing they all agreed that they could now get him dressed so they lifted him off the table by stages, pulling pink cotton briefs up his legs and a matching size 34B bra round his new bosom. He was clad in short white socks with a pink frilly turnover and pastel blue Mary Jane shoes the same colour as the light, short sun dress they slid up his torso. Ruth carried him out of the garage and into Emma's bedroom, bidding a thank you and goodbye to her former colleagues. Emma made them both a light afternoon tea, they'd missed out on lunch, then they set about waking up their new 'girl', with a counteracting injection. "Come on Lillian, you've dropped off to sleep again," Ruth told him. He slowly stirred, unable for a moment to work out where he was until the memory of his make over came to him. "Thowy about..." He started to apologise for sleeping but stopped when he didn't recognise his own voice. As he started to make sense of things he realised that his voice wasn't the only thing different about him. He looked down at the dress he had on, down his pale thin legs to shoes and socks, before his attention was drawn to his arms and delicately manicured fingers. He used the unfamiliar looking hands to grasp one of the plaits with its ribbon bow the colour of his dress. "What'th happened to my voithe? I've got a lithp and it'th all thqueaky." "Come and have a look at yourself in the mirror Lillian." Emma took his hand. "I'm certain to pass my qualification, thank you so much." She opened her wardrobe door to expose the mirror on the inside. It was several seconds before he realised that he was looking at himself, not a young girl. "My God!" he exclaimed. "How quickly can I change out of theth thingth?" "Don't worry Lillian, everything I've done is temporary, it will take a while but we can have Joe back by tomorrow morning," she assured him. "First of all I want to take some more photos and a short audio video so I can record you speaking." With that he reluctantly allowed himself to be taken downstairs to their living room, then walking backwards and forwards, answering questions while she filmed. She told him they were just about done when they heard their front door open and the sound of Ruth speaking to someone. In a few moments she rushed into the room. "Now I don't want you to panic Lillian, but Linda and Jean have arrived home early and she has Jean's boyfriend and his brother with them. If you want us to explain what really happened we will, but I've lied because I thought that perhaps you would be too embarrassed for that. I've told them that you've gone to New York early but left your cousin, Lillian, here for her to be looked after by me until he gets back from the trip in two weeks. I am certain she won't recognise you if you want to avoid the embarrassment, especially as the boys are with them," She paused for breath. "What do you want to do?" "Oh no!" he exclaimed. "I can't be theen like thith." "Then you'll be Lillian, your cousin? You have to decide quickly." "I don't know...Yeth, I'll have to be." He had only hesitated in hope that the floor would open up and swallow him. It didn't so he took his only option. Ruth opened the door and spoke to the people outside. "Linda, Lillian's not upstairs, she's in here." She opened the door fully and the group of newcomers entered the room to see a blushing Lillian, to whom they were introduced. "I'm pleathed to meet you," he told them, practically dying of embarrassment. "It's such a shame Linda," her step-mother told her, "Joe's not long left for the airport, he's left early in the hope of getting done earlier. Lillian, let me show you your bedroom." She took him upstairs to another of their bedrooms. "What am I to do? I'm thure Linda will wecognithe me." He was begging for a way out. "No she won't Lillian, look," Ruth told him, "there are all sorts of clothes that will fit you in here." She opened the closet and pulled drawers open to show him the contents. "Emma will help you, you've been such a good sport, she won't let you down. Now let's go back downstairs and stop worrying, no one will recognise you. Can you think of a real cousin whose life you can slot into?" "Yeth, I actually have a fouwteen year old couthin, her name is Fwedewica Lillian Gwundy but she always hated her name tho everyone alwayth callth her Lillian." "Really? What a coincidence, well just think of her and tell her life as yours." Ruth of course, had done her research and knew all this, it was all part of her plot. The new Lillian was too pre-occupied with his physical state, Linda's unexpected return and suddenly being thrown into this parallel life, to think too hard about exactly what had happened being such a coincidence. Besides, Ruth was being so helpful and speaking to him so kindly, he wouldn't have given a thought to the whole thing being the perfect set- up. "Look, to make sure she doesn't suspect a thing, change into this swimming costume and go down to the pool," Ruth helpfully suggested. "I'll get the others to join you and the way you look, everyone will be convinced that you really are Lillian." By the time she had helped him out of the clothes he was wearing, sliding the costume up his legs while he still had the skirt on, he was too flustered to examine his body minutely. In any case she was telling him that it was a good thing that the make over was so good but that it wouldn't take long to get his body back in the right shape. He could only agree with her, panicked as he was when he saw his chest "I've got bweathts!" he exclaimed. "Look into my eyes, Lillian," she told him, "don't panic, we can get rid of them but while you have them Linda and her friends will never guess who you are. Here, take this tablet to help calm yourself." The costume had a high neck line and there was no mirror for him to see himself, so although he knew his shape, he didn't realise how it was made with his actual body. He took the tablet dry without really thinking. "Don't worry about the make up you have on, it's waterproof," she told him as she patted him on his backside, sending him on his way down to the pool. His make up was the very last thought on his mind to worry about. Not least of these was that while the costume was styled very modestly at the top, the crotch kept slipping between the cheeks of his backside, it was cut so narrow that it was rather uncomfortable. He managed to make it to the pool without anyone seeing him and got straight into the water before the others arrived a few minutes later with a noisy rush. Linda and her friend Jean were joined by Emma and they started to throw a beach ball between them. The men, who had both dived into the deep end, swam over to join them as Linda threw the ball in the direction of Lillian. He had hoped to ignore them all and just swim lengths, but this way he was drawn into the group. He threw it back and immediately decided that he'd made a mistake, showing himself in such skimpy clothes, he'd also just remembered that the brother of Jean's boyfriend, Kenton, was an old boyfriend of his Linda. He swam to the side and lifted himself out of the water. As he walked towards the door out, Jack suddenly shouted out and pointed. "Hey! Joe's cousin has got some wild costume on." He looked down to discover to his horror that now it was wet, the costume was almost completely transparent. He nearly fainted when he realise that his nipples and their surrounding areolae were much bigger than he had ever seen them, were standing to a very obvious attention and all that could be seen between his thighs was a very feminine crease. The men both got out of the pool and stood between him and the door so his only recourse to hide his exposed body was to either jump back into the water or turn his back and attempt to cover himself with his hands and arms. This latter only increased his already humiliating position as his now completely bare buttocks were displayed in the direction of the men, so received several slaps from their hands. He couldn't help squealing as their red hand prints began to appear on his otherwise milky white posterior, the narrow strip of his costume's crotch offering no protection whatsoever. "Leave the poor girl alone," Linda shouted. Her order was so emphatic that they hesitated long enough for Lillian to escape the pool area and run up to his bedroom, grateful that his intended hadn't joined in the bullying from the men or the laughter from the other women. It was something that made him glad that he'd found a kind and sympathetic girl to love. Now his problem was to avoid her discovering it was him that was now dressed in such a humiliating way because he was certain that, even if she believed him, she would never look at him the same way again. Now that he had time to think, he realised that at all costs he had to make sure he stayed undetected. He knew that Linda's mother and sister didn't like him so it was up to him to keep on their right side to allow him to stay undiscovered by his fianc?e. It was just as he was drying himself from his urgent shower when Emma came into the room to see him and immediately brushed out his hair. "I've come to help you get dressed," she told him. "How quickly can you get me back to looking like me?" he wanted to know. "I'm afraid it will take at least a day, your make up will need lots of coats of remover but what's worse are the injections you've been given," she explained. "Your bits won't recover for about ten days, even if we unstick the way they're tucked up. You were only given them to prevent it being painful if you got aroused, remember that we thought you were going away to the States, so it wouldn't have effected your sex life because you'd be away." "Thith ith tewible," he lisped. "The upside of that little incident in the pool is that now none of the others could possibly consider that you might be a man," Emma told him as she was taking things out of drawers and closets. "Here, put these on." She pointed to articles of clothing she'd placed on the bed. He pulled a tiny g-string up his legs with an expression on his face that looked as if he might be sick at any moment. Emma helped him with sheer tights and bra then he picked up what looked like a sleeve and that turned out to be very stretchy and was actually a hot pink skirt which he had to wriggle into. The matching top he then pulled on was similarly tight and didn't reach the skirt top so left his belly button on view. He tried to complain but Emma just had him step into a pair of gold strappy sandals with three inch heels. He felt like crying when he saw himself in the full length mirror in the closet. He just looked like a young but very sexy girl trying to look like an adult. He was horrified to note that the tight skirt accentuated how large his butt was. However he realised that there was very little chance that anyone could possibly identify him as a man. He reluctantly picked up the small handbag he was offered, containing tissues and lip gloss. Emma left him to make his way downstairs while she went to change, he was the first back down but Ruth soon joined him. "Why, Lillian, you look lovely," she gushed. "I don't feel lovely, I feel thtupid," he lisped back. In ones and twos the other five joined them and once Linda had completed the party Lillian almost fainted when Ruth announced that she'd booked a table at a local restaurant for dinner. However he could do nothing about it so reluctantly had to go with the others getting into a large thirteen seater cab. Everyone else had jumped in quickly so that Linda's friend Jean, who she had been away with, sat next to her boyfriend Jack and his brother Kenton, Linda's ex-boyfriend, immediately sat next to her. Emma, her mother Ruth and Lillian himself all sat in the single seats the other side of the isle. He made sure that he sat opposite Kenton and Linda to keep an eye on them and his worst fears happened when Kenton placed a proprietorial arm round his Linda. The three seats at the back were left unoccupied. The restaurant was one of the best in town and he was helped out of the cab and into the restaurant by a smiling Emma. Even more problems started there. As they walked into the bar area for an aperitif (lemonade only for Lillian, just when he could do with a stiff drink), they were met by three males. Emma had started to date a man called Robert and had arranged to meet him for dinner and he had brought his father Philip and his sixteen year old brother Brian. This boy made a beeline for Lillian and Philip didn't take long to gravitate towards Ruth as they already appeared to know each other. It was as couples they were eventually seated at a large round table. Throughout the meal Brian kept pestering Lillian but his mind was more on what was going on between Kenton and Linda. Her ex was some nine years older than her and it was soon very obvious that they didn't break up on bad terms. The trouble was that this man was everything that Lillian, as Joe, wasn't. He was tall and ruggedly handsome, even Lillian could see the attraction of a man who indulged in all sorts of sports and played them well. By contrast Lillian, even as Joe, was a short weedy nerd and he'd always been amazed that Linda would have gone out with him in the first place. Now he had every cause to worry and there was nothing he could do about it until he could get out of these clothes and everything else that went with them. He watched as both of them whispered and touched each other increasingly often and progressively intimate, at least as far was proper in a public place such as this. Lillian was so fixated on what they were doing, he hardly noticed Brian trying to copy the actions of the mature man. That he wasn't rebuffed when he placed his hand on Lillian's knee, he took as an encouraging sign, not realising that Lillian's attention was very much elsewhere. When the meal was finished Jean suggested that they all go on to a club but Kenton, with a smile on his face, announced that Linda was tired after her long day travelling and that he would take her home. Dreading what he might find out, but unwilling to let her go off alone with Kenton, Lillian added that he was tired and would like to go home. Robert had the decency to ask Emma what she wanted to do and she said that she didn't particularly want to go clubbing, so the party split up into two groups. Jean and Jack and the oldies Ruth and Philip ordered another cab to take them to the club, the other six, Linda, Kenton, Emma, Robert, Lillian and Brian took the original one back to the Archer house. Brian more or les pushed Lillian into one of the double seats and he got in next to him. The other two couples also took double seats, Linda the row in front of him so he could see that in quick order Kenton had his arm round the woman Joe believed he would marry. Once back at the house they all sat down with more brandies (except milk for Lillian) and it was obvious that they were all by now in a very bawdy, alcohol fuelled mood. "With Lillian here blossoming into womanhood, do you think we should teach her some tricks of the trade?" Emma asked Linda with a giggle. "Do you think she's old enough?" Linda replied, then to Lillian, "How old are you dear?" "I don't want to know any twicks, thank you," Lillian was turning scarlet with embarrassment. "Oh come on Lillian, you can practice on me." Brian saw an interesting game in the offing. "Yes come on Lillian, you're fourteen so it's time you learned a few things." Emma was on a roll. "Start with giving Brian a kiss or we'll change the subject to discuss how you got me to do your make up." Lillian realised that there was an edge to her voice that left him in no doubt that she would reveal his secret if he didn't comply. He took a chance and pecked Brian on the cheek in the vain hope that it would be enough. "That's not a kiss Lillian, you know how to do it properly." Emma was getting more serious and he didn't know what to do. The decision was taken as Brian suddenly jumped on him, forcing his leg between Lillian's, his hands went up the skimpy blouse and Brian's mouth forced his open and a tongue was suddenly exploring round the inside of his mouth. With pressure on the sewn up bits between his legs, his bra being slid up and running out of breath, Lillian was able to turn his head sideways. He saw Kenton was doing the same thing to Linda but noted that she didn't appear to be struggling, he took a momentous decision. "Get off me Bwian!" he yelled, aware he sounded like a precocious child. "I'm alweady in love with someone and you' the wong thexth." If Emma was going to spill the beans he didn't want to listen. As Brian released his grip a little, he took the opportunity to push him off onto the floor and ran out of the room. He hesitated, wanting to hear what followed, but not wanting to at the same time. His humiliation won through though and he ran up the stairs to his temporary bedroom. The trouble was that once he was there he didn't know what to do next, he'd never felt so helpless. He laid down on the bed, his mind racing. He didn't know how long he laid there but he was aware of someone leaving the house in a vehicle, shortly followed by the obvious sound of four people in the corridor outside his room. He could hear Linda's voice saying 'shush' to someone else and Kenton replying that they should shush themselves. A bedroom door closed, followed by a second. His mind worked out the logistics; Brian had left and both sisters had gone to their rooms, presumably accompanied by their respective boyfriends. The inescapable conclusion was that his Linda was now in bed with Kenton. He laid on his back in a darkness which soaked into his psyche, he felt as if his life was over, he could never feel the same way about someone else the way he loved Linda. He would have gone to her bedroom and claimed her but knew it would only result in his total humiliation. At the very best, Linda would never see him as a man again, she would never be able to respect him. Slowly he noticed that his door was quietly opening and someone slipped into the room closing the door behind them, before he was able to work out who it was, apart from it being female. Suddenly the room was filled with light. Linda was standing there in a very revealing baby doll night dress and had just pressed the light switch. His heart skipped about three beats and at that instant he realised that she had recognised him and was there to make fun of him. Without saying a word she walked slowly over to him as he sat up on the edge of the bed, then sat down next to him. She turned him by placing both her hands on his shoulders then lifted his chin, placing her mouth over his in the most passionate of kisses. "I'm sorry my love," she whispered, "I couldn't resist playing along with this rotten trick they played with you." "You knew it wath me?" His voice was wavering, his lisp almost as embarrassing as the way he looked. "I was told they were planning this before I went away," she explained, "A friend of mine heard my step-mother discussing with a colleague the prospect of trying to split us up and this was a easy way to do it." "Why?" He was dumfounded. "Money," she told him in one word, then went on. "The longer I stay unmarried the bigger share of my father's estate goes to them and if I am unmarried by the time I'm thirty my step-mother, step-sister and myself each get one third and they get this house. If I marry before then I get two thirds and they only get one third between them and I get the house. The funny thing is that the reason I love you so much is that you have many, what one might call feminine characteristics. You're thoughtful and gentle, not like that self centred macho-man I used to date and got to dislike intensely, which made them throwing Kenton at me again tonight really funny. They know that he has no intention of marrying anyone, his love affair is with himself, so they thought of him as being ideal for their purposes. At the moment he's passed out in an alcoholic stupor." "How am I going to get back to normal?" he asked. "Do you mind if I leave that as a surprise?" she asked. "Get into a nightie and I'll join you in bed, Kenton's in mine and I don't mind them thinking I spent the night with him and see how far they'll go with this." Her eyes nearly popped out when she saw his body but she didn't give him time to put on the nightdress that was on the bed. "You're gorgeous like this," she told him, giving him no chance to reply before she was practically eating his face. "I can't do anything, I'm all thtuck up," he explained, once he had a chance to come up for air. "Well, we'll get you unstuck, but I want to have you just as you are now, you beautiful girl," she replied, so giggly he couldn't help joining in, although in his case it was more a case of nervous laughter. Laughter didn't last long however, as she pushed him down between her legs where he was presented with a hot and very wet prospect into which she guided his tongue, keeping him there until he thought he was going to drown. It wasn't until afterwards that he found his pillow was torn and wet from where she smothered her screams as he drove her from one orgasm to the next. Around half an hour later she drew his sodden face up to hers and kissed him again deeper and with more passion than he had ever known. "Oh darling, you're such a turn on for me like that, I'm sorry, I couldn't wait for you to be fixed," she whispered. "Get dressed, we're leaving." She sorted out some clothes for him to put on, a rather school girl type of skirt and blouse to put over clean underwear and socks. She gave him black Mary Jane's and a matching clutch bag with the original contents of his pockets in. He was too much in a daze to be able to think straight as she left to go back to her bedroom where she found Kenton still sleeping soundly while waiting for her. She didn't disturb him but quickly showered and got dressed. He still hadn't woken as she slipped out of her room, collecting Lillian on the way to her car. "Where are we going?" he wanted to know. "What are we doing?" "We're going to see someone to get you sorted out," she told him with a smile. She used her hands free to call someone whose voice he didn't recognise, to apologise for calling so late, but to tell her that they were on the way. They shortly pulled up outside a nondescript suburban house where Linda guided him to the door which opened almost before she rang the bell. "Come in my dears," they were told. Linda introduced her fianc?e to Peggy, one of the nurses that transformed Joe into his present alter ego, obviously just out of bed as she was wearing a nightdress and dressing gown. "I've changed my mind, Peggy," Linda explained, "I only want his important bits back, can you do that tonight?" "No sooner said than done my dear." She showed them into a room that looked a little like a doctor's surgery. "Lillian, allow me to introduce you to Peggy. She's one of the people who did the more radical things to you, but of course you were out of it at the time. Her mother and mine were life-long friends, so I grew up with her as a sort of big sister to me." "I tipped off Linda as to what they were going to do to you," Peggy told him, "and I also had to intervene to a certain extent. You see they were actually going to make the changes in you far more difficult to repair so I swapped some of them for more moderate treatments. We'll have you as good as new down there in just a few hours." She guided him to a makeshift gyno examination chair, took his panties off and was soon doing things to him that he couldn't see very well because his skirt was obstructing his view. It felt cold down there and he was aware of some pulling and pushing followed by an injection that, although he saw the syringe in her hand, wasn't as painful as he had anticipated. After some minutes she got him up and helped him replace his underwear. "Now I don't want you to worry," she told him, "it's going to look and feel a bit strange down there for a while, but what I've given you will sort you out in three or four hours. If you don't want to look rather strange in a skirt when that happens, I suggest you wear this." She handed him a woman's panty-girdle and both Linda and she laughed at his expression as he took it between his fingers as if it might bite. With many heartfelt thanks to Peggy, they drove back to the house, Lillian retiring to his bed and Linda to hers, accompanying the sleeping Kenton. Lillian was just dropping of into a sleep of exhaustion, when he heard the clubbers return, Jean with her boyfriend Jack and Ruth with his father. They were all obviously the worse for wear and making futile attempts to be quiet. Linda pretended sleep herself when her step-mother cracked open her bedroom door to confirm that her plan had worked, her step-daughter was sleeping next to Kenton. When morning arrived, rather late for the partying household, Linda gave her ex tablets for his hangover, telling him that she had 'a marvellous time in bed last night'. She didn't actually mention that it wasn't with him and although he could remember nothing of it, he agreed enthusiastically. Lillian found a clean white blouse and pastel blue skirt to go over clean undies and although it was uncomfortable, was delighted to find that he had to wear the panty girdle under his generously cut knickers, keeping his not so little Joe from tenting his skirt. He was first down to the kitchen and decided to put coffee on, having time to drink one before Emma and Robert joined him, slowly followed by everyone else. He took particular pleasure in a small bit of revenge by frying eggs, bacon, sausages, black pudding and bread for his breakfast, finding that of the hung-over residents and guests only Linda asked to join him eating it. The others retreated from the smell in the kitchen to just nurse black coffees. By midday everyone was feeling more human, and all had seats in the lounge. It was soon evident that it was going to be then that the girls' mother Ruth was going to make what she obviously hoped would be the revelation that would kill off the relationship between Joe/Lillian and Linda. While she was looking at Lillian she spoke to Linda. "Did you have a good time last night Linda?" she asked. "Absolutely wonderful thank you." Linda smiled in the direction of Kenton who returned what he believed to be a knowledge shared between them. "I take it you're not going to be dating Joe in future?" She smiled in triumph in Lillian's direction. "No, you're right Mother, last night I really got to know another person entirely and we're going to be married on the twentieth of next month, only four weeks away, and I have to thank you dear Mother, for opening my eyes." Ruth and Emma both looked at Linda in horror. "You're going to marry Kenton?" Emma practically screamed at her, this wasn't in the plan at all. "Oh no Sis," replied Linda, a huge smile across her face, "I'm going to marry Lillian." Linda got up from her seat and walked across to Lillian and took his hands in hers while everyone else in the room was trying to assimilate what they'd just been told. "Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife Lillian?" she smiled as they looked into each other's eyes. "Yeth pleath Linda, I will," he replied. What about last night?" Ruth demanded, yet again aiming her comment at Lillian. "Does Lillian know you spent last night sleeping with Kenton?" "Well she had to get thome thleep thomehow, Mitheth Archer, I quite wore her out in bed with me." "You mean we didn't...I didn't...?" Kenton asked, completely baffled by the turn of events. "Sorry Kenton, you were always reasonable fun to go out with but in the lovemaking department you've got a lot to learn." Linda smiled rather sadly at him, which everyone took as sympathy. "Don't you realise that Lillian can never be Joseph again?" Ruth told Linda, this time ignoring the boy/girl. "He had treatment that has permanently deprived him of his boy bits." "I thowwy to dithapoint you Mitheth Archer but my bitth are ath good ath new," Lillian told her. "Your tweatment didn't work and if you put any more obthtacleth in our way, I'll take you to couwt for athault." Ruth's brain had gone into overdrive to find a way to recover the situation but the thought of being taken to court for assault suddenly brought her back to reality. She slumped back in her chair. "I've decided that it would be in all our interests if I move out to stay with Lillian until our wedding," Linda told them. "We'll just pack a few things to tide us over and collect the rest in due course. Of course you'll have to move out after the wedding Mother dear. That wouldn't have been necessary if I felt I could trust you, but I'm afraid you've brought that on yourselves." It was then that it was Philip's turn to surprise everyone. "Why don't you move in with me Ruth? You and Emma would be more than welcome because I was plucking up courage to ask you to take the next step in our relationship anyway." "Oh Phil, do you really mean that?" Ruth asked him. "More than that, I want you to be my wife Ruth, would you?" "Oh yes Phil, yes." She leaned across and kissed him, then looked at Lillian and her step-daughter. "You don't need to move out Linda," she said, "I'll move straight away, that is Phil, if that's alright with you?" With Ruth and her daughter getting a major consolation prize, it was with lighter spirits that things progress towards the wedding. Of concern to Lillian though was whether he would ever return to being Joe. Not that he was nearly as worried as he thought he would be, as he was able to demonstrate that his bedroom talent was if anything even better than it was before. Linda loved Lillian's breasts and it wasn't long before they were both able to play with each others without any feeling of guilt on his part. One thing he did insist on was the removal of the device in his mouth that made him lisp. Only Joe's mother was alive, she was his only close relative as he'd lost his father a few years before, so that when she expressed amusement rather that distaste at her son's transformation, the last worry was over for him. In the short time they had to organise things, they decided that he would wear the dress and she bought an evening suit for herself, much to the amusement of all who attended. Although Linda had always known why she wanted the soft, gentle Joe, it had taken his enforced feminisation to make him realise that he wanted exactly the same. For that reason even Linda's step family were forgiven for what they did, if not what they tried to do.