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A JOB WELL DONE By Geneva This is another tale of Vera's committee. Using a spell from an old book of magic, the women take steps to remove a lawyer and a judge and punish a rapist for their treatment of women. This is a further tale of the exploits of the women's committee that featured in six of my earlier stories, "Making the best of it, " No Service At All", "The World is my Oyster", "Not Quite Done Yet", "In Committee", and "Long Shot". START Vera, in the chair as usual, took a quick look at her committee, her eyes rapidly running over the other women. She was the senior member of the group as well as its founder and somehow the position of chairing its meetings had just fallen to her. She was now in her mid fifties and more senior than any others in her committee too, but her face showed only a few lines at her eyes and her hair, now kept in a more practical bob style, was still dark and glossy and her figure would still have flattered any woman twenty years her junior. She thought that her appearance compared favourably with those of the other women round her table but then reproached herself, half-heartedly, for her small vanity. She thought with some satisfaction about this and other results that the spell in the book had made these possible. It made any woman hearing it more beautiful so, naturally, all of the women in her committee had availed themselves of it. But then, for men, that same spell had another effect, one that her committee had put to another use over the last several years. Thinking over the women, all her friends, they were a mixed group, but that was what she had wanted, women with varied life experiences and backgrounds who could be relied on for innovative or creative ways to accomplish the committee's mandate. She cleared her throat. "All right, ladies, it's on two o' clock, so I'll bring this meeting of our committee to order. It's time we got started. So first, do we need to go over the minutes?" She nodded at red-haired Amanda on her right, a co-founder of their committee, dressed in a faded denim skirt, oddly contrasting with her expensive looking green patterned silk blouse. She had her pen poised and ready to take notes. "All right, Amanda?" Amanda looked round the committee. "They've all been emailed to you, just after the last meeting, as usual. So, do I really need to read them again?" She emphasized the 'really'. Amanda was not one for paperwork. Vera looked round but when all the committee shook their heads she smiled to herself. None of her committee was keen about paperwork, not that any of the minutes were very detailed anyway. They kept them quite minimal anyway. The less of what they decided and the details of their operations that were on paper the better. Some parts were needed for reference, but other parts were best left unrecorded or sometimes in code. "Right, Amanda, I seem to have general approval there, but are there any questions?" She looked round the table. "No? Good! Then any fresh correspondence, Amanda?" Amanda shook her own head. "Nothing much, only that Lori," she acknowledged the attractive young woman sitting opposite her, "had a note from one of our former subjects, and she passed it to me." "Okay, Lori, do you want to talk about it?" Lori, on her right, was a consultant. She was dressed in a form-fitting cream coloured dress, plain except for a jewelled gold pin just above her left breast. "Sure, some months back I ran into young woman called Lania. You'll remember the case. A bunch of us were in on the scheme that affected her. Lania was one of two we changed. She had been a young man called Lance. He was gay, and very much under the thumb of another man called Max, maybe even abused by him. You will remember we made Lance into the woman he wanted to become, but Max, we changed him too because we wanted to stop his abusive dominance of Lance. I think that most of us thought they would split afterwards but, funnily enough, they are still together, and now in a lesbian relationship." She grinned. "Who'd have thought it! "Anyhow, I mentioned to the committee earlier, that I ran into Lania some weeks after we changed her, and she thanked me effusively and in fact we got together for coffee. It was interesting hearing what she had to say. She seemed happy but I wondered if it would last. Yeah, old cynical me! "Anyway, just a month ago she sent me a note to again thank our committee for what it did for her and Max. Oh yes, he, or she now, uses the name Magda. Their relationship has much improved after the changes we did, and I am happy to report that the improvements have continued. They actually now seems to respect, support and yes, really love each other. It's worked out well." Lori gave a wry smile. "I guess our intention was to remove Max for his bad behaviour, so in that way we failed, but still, it's a good outcome." "I agree," Vera added. "It's the best result and we've stopped his abuse of Lance, or I should say Lania." She looked round the table. " I should also mention that the woman who had been Max contacted me. Max had been an interior decorator and I had called Max before we changed him, to supposedly get a redecorating estimate. I did it just to get a feel of his character. "Anyway, she has carried on Max's decorating business under the name Magda. She had wondered if I was still interested in redecorating part of this house. So, feeling a bit curious and yes, I wanted to check on her again, I let her do some redecorating for me and actually I was quite impressed with the work and her manner. As Lori just said, the women's relationship has worked out well, even though not quite what we expected. Her character definitely seems to have improved. Max was a bit slimy before, but Magda gave me a much better impression." Vera looked at Amanda who shuffled her notes, and looked round. "Anyway, that 's all the correspondence." "Well, I guess that covers 'Old Business'," said Vera. " Any comments?" All of the women shook their heads. "Excellent," said Vera. "So, how are we doing financially, Helga?" She turned to the woman sitting on her other side. Helga was dressed in her usual dark pantsuit outfit, but teamed with a crisp white blouse. Helga laughed. "You'd think this was a million dollar enterprise. No, we only have a few hundred bucks in the account. As you know, we all contribute ten dollars each month but our expenses are not much. We hardly have to buy anything, in fact." She peered at a sheet below her. "We occasionally need to buy women's clothing for when we change our subjects but we can usually get what we need at thrift stores." "We could always leave them bare ass naked," snorted Amanda. "Well, the question is whether seeing their new female bodies absolutely naked, or finding themselves in typical female clothing would be better in bringing home to them that their lives have changed," said Vera. "I tend to favour giving them female clothes." Amanda only shrugged and clicked her pen and let Helga continue. "The only other expenses have been for fuel and sometimes some security or surveillance gadgets but I don't see any expenses on the horizon. So I'm happy to say we have a balance of $1438.63 in the account." Vera looked round her committee. "Any questions? Okay Helga, thank you. I don't see any objections, so let's get onto new business." The other women sitting round the table sat up expectantly at the thought of a new challenge. Vera liked their expressions. The women were keen, committed and energetic. She had done well in selecting them. "First, you all know our mandate." Vera shook her head. "I'm sorry to keep harping on about it but we have to keep focussed. That is, our main purpose is to use our little special book, our magic book, to remove any man from a position where he has demeaned or insulted any woman in a position inferior to him or held her back professionally. This is to remove him from a position where he could do the same thing again. We change him into a woman so he can know what it is to live as a woman. We use that wonderful magic spell in my little book here." She tapped the little box that she kept the book in. "I know that we punish them and that is tempting, but I remind you that it is secondary to removing their influence. "We have been fairly successful. A number of men have now been removed from positions where they did damage to women. That has worked well, but subsequent accidental effects, you might say 'collateral effects', have been overwhelmingly favourable, although sometimes there are unexpected results, like these two that Lori mentioned. But we decided some time ago that it is not our mandate for these. "Still, I did have second thoughts one time. One of our subjects actually turned up at a shelter I used to work at. It's one to help indigent women. That was a former politician called Brad. The woman she had become was in a bad way and I realised our how life changing the effects of the spell could be on some. Yes, we can shrug off bad effects, but I like to think we are moral people and don't wish to actually destroy others, tempting as it may be in some cases. "So, I have to admit, I took pity on this woman. In fact I watched over her and guided and supported her for some months. She now has a job so at least she is not destitute. So she will not starve and if she is careful she will make a modest life for herself. She is pretty so perhaps when she gets her life better together and accepts her new existence she may form some satisfactory relationship with a man. "It's just that we can remove some men from any positions where they can abuse women. Not just physically, where they demean women or affect them negatively. We change them to women but we're all women and I think we all agree that being a woman is a good thing. We are all happy as women." Vera looked over the table. "Lori? You agree too?" Lori blushed prettily. "You won't let me forget?" She raised her eyebrows. "But then again, I'm the only one here who has experienced life as a man and a woman. Yes, it's been great for me. I'm very happy with it, but then, I definitely wanted to be a woman. But I suppose, for some macho men, it would be a shocking punishment to suddenly find themselves in women's bodies, life changing, to say the least." "Thanks Lori! Anyhow, I just thought I would bring the committee up to date on that thing. So, next item, new prospects for our attention," Vera asked, and turned to Rose. "So, Rose, has your subcommittee come up with any candidates that could deserve our attention? And remember our limitations. The very first time we used the spell it was on some fairly high profile individuals. Maybe we chose well, maybe we were lucky that there were no comebacks, but in general we try to avoid giving our attention to these types. We've been less daring with our other changes. "Remember, the existence of this committee and the magic book we use must be kept as secret as possible at all times. No one, other than our subjects, should start to think that a book such as ours exists. No one really believes in magic nowadays so we have that in our favour. However, as you know, we prefer to tell the subjects why they are being changed so that they know it is a punishment of sorts and it is obvious to them we used some kind of magic spell. So, we choose candidates whose disappearance could cause only little ripples. That's a dilemma we face, unfortunately." "We may be taking a risk but it's for a good cause," said Rose. She waved her hands in dismissal. Vera shook her head. "Sorry, Rose, I'm going on a bit. What have you got for us?" Rose, a small dark-haired woman, also one of the founders of the group, was sitting beside Vera. She was more casually dressed in a patterned tee top and a short pink skirt that hugged her figure. Rose spoke in her usual intense style. "I agree with what you said about not looking at high profiles and for that reason we rejected two candidates, but I'd like to present another couple of candidates who I think could benefit from our attention. Yes, they are relatively high profile, but I still think we should see what we can do about them. The actions of both of them are not only demeaning and contemptible to women but I think have also perverted the course of justice. That's because they are both in the law. One is a lawyer, the other a judge. "Sorry guys, I can see some of you looking worried, but hear me out. Yes, both involved in the law. It was Katya who brought them to our attention. As you know she's a civil lawyer." Rose looked over the table. "Katya, do you want to speak about them?" Katya sat up, looked at her notes briefly and then round at the committee. "Sure, yes, I'm slightly embarrassed, even uncomfortable, by this because it is my duty as a lawyer to uphold the law and what we do could be viewed as a type of assault, to say the least, although turning a man into a woman is hardly covered by any current or past legislation." Katya gave a little smile. "Maybe if I looked far enough back in the law books there is some law against witchcraft that hasn't been repealed. "Anyway, the first potential subject is called Jerry Dresner. I first heard about him from some of my colleagues in the Criminal Law section of my company and then I asked around from others in other law firms, just to make sure. This Jerry has been developing quite a reputation as a defense lawyer. He specializes in defending any men who have been accused of insulting behaviour, assault, rape, what have you, against women, and his clients are those men who have the resources to pay him well. Yeah, spoiled brats often. He's very good at it. He seems to have a knack of picking holes in the prosecution's cases. And then, it doesn't help the women's cases that he often manages to get the trials before the judge, my other candidate. "There have been a number of cases over the past few years but the most recent was a situation about three months ago. It concerned the son of a big property developer here in the city, a guy called Mark Starr. There were actually two cases against him, both involving young women at parties who had a bit too much to drink and unfortunately got careless. There may have been rohypnol, also known as 'roofies', involved too. Mark denied it of course but the DA went ahead, unwisely I think, as the only evidence was that Mark was seen leaving parties with the women. He must have used a condom too as there was nothing to get DNA from. "Then there was an assault on a prostitute. It was really a sexual assault but again he left no DNA and there was a question about timing too so he got off. The judge made it obvious too that he did not believe the girl. Maybe he didn't want to." "Also, Jerry's examination tore all the prosecution witnesses to shreds on the stand and destroyed their reputations too. So, of course Mark was found not guilty in each case." She grimaced "It would nice to give our attention to Mark as well, give the bastard a touch of our medicine, but that can wait." She pursed her lips. "I should say I feel a bit of a dilemma here as it is Mr.Dresner's duty as a defending lawyer to present his clients' cases in the best possible light." She made a face. "But I think he goes too far. However, worse, he is abusive, almost to the point to being reprimanded, when he has female complainants or female prosecution witnesses on the stand, as I said." Katya sighed. "I deliberately took some time at another trial to watch him at work. It was not a pleasant sight. Many women have been brought to tears by his innuendo, sarcasm and his general body language. It's got so that complainants are afraid to appear in court, and that doesn't do their case any good. Removing him would be an eminently good thing." "Sounds like an excellent candidate, I mean a real sleazeball, for our attentions," said Amanda. "But what about dependents? Any wife or kids who would be adversely affected if he was taken out of the scene?" "I'm happy to say that although he was married, he and his wife have split, acrimoniously too! She's a successful lawyer too and gets no support from him. There are no kids either. I have heard that when she lets her guard down she describes him in less than flattering terms." "Does everyone agree that we should give Dresner or attention? " asked Vera. She looked round. There were only emphatic nods. "All right, I will take that as unanimous. "Katya, any chance we could rope in the ex-wife to help us?" "She sure hated his guts but that's all. Maybe letting a shrewd mind like hers in on our actions would be a bad idea, so we should leave her out of it. And she might wonder about how we did it." "All right, any more comments? No? Good!" She looked back to Katya. "Then what about your judge?" Katya snorted in disgust. "This is Wyatt Snelling. I actually had some closer experience of him when I was hired -when I was just straight out of law school- by the law company where he was a partner. It was my first job so I was, you might say, young, keen, na?ve and eager to fit in. I had to suffer his comments on my clothing, then comments about my preparation of cases, my manner in court, even occasionally comments about whether women should actually be in law! At least I had the support of all of the other partners in the firm. They were embarrassed about him and gave me their support and encouragement. It was just that he was a founding partner of the firm so he would be difficult to get rid of. "He even made hints that I would be too emotional in court and often it meant I had to play a junior part. It made my day when he got interested in politics and was elected judge and left the company. Since then I've appeared before him in court on various trials and he hasn't changed. I see a very strong bias against any women as litigants and against female lawyers. The one thing, at least he never came on to me! Good thing, I might have kicked him in the balls! Even though that would have affected my career." "And what about his personal situation? Would removing him affect any of his family?" asked Amanda. Katya shook her head. "He's married, but he and his wife lead essentially separate lives. She's from an old-moneyed family so his disappearance shouldn't be a financial stress for her and I'm not sure about emotional stress either as I gather they are no longer on regular speaking terms. He's got two sons. Both are in their twenties and both in the law. One joined the Marines and is in the J.A.G. "The other son, believe it or not, is a civil rights lawyer and actually has kept very little contact with his father after he finished law school. I heard rumours of a blow-up between them. So, I don't think any of the sons would feel much sympathy if their father disappeared. "Actually," Katya added, " the judge was brought to my attention by a woman who works in his office, his main secretary. We are old friends from when she worked at our company. He persuaded her to go with him but she has been getting more and more fed up with him. His biases or prejudices seem to have gotten worse and she is ready to hand in her notice. She has another job lined up too so she won't miss him and I also think she would be willing to help us. We needn't tell her much about our plans at all either, and certainly nothing on the book." " So any ideas on how to do this?" asked Vera. "I suppose we will work on basically our usual procedure, that is, get them somewhere secluded where we can read them the spell, then once we know it is working, leave them to their own devices." "Do we still want to tell them they are why they are being changed?" asked Amanda. "We've done so in the past." "Oh yes, I think so. It lets them know it is some kind of punishment and they are being removed from where they had influence and power. We can do that as long as there is no danger they could recognize any of us at a later date. We can wear masks." "How old is this judge? " Vera asked. "I think he's in his fifties," said Katya. "Why?" "It's just that this spell is severe. It might work on a younger man, but with older men. I wonder if it could kill them. I, we, I should say, are willing to change men, but I would not want to kill anyone. That would be murder and I wouldn't want that on my conscience." Katya shook her head. "I don't think you need have any worries about his health. He's very fit, plays tennis a lot and plays it well." Vera looked round the table. "All right, anyone want to take this on? Or have any ideas?" Maureen held up her hand, tossing back her blonde hair. "I've also had some run in with the lawyer so I'd like to take part here. I've an idea come to mind and I still have to work out the details but I'll work on it and get back to the committee next month. Of course I'll need some help from members of the committee here, and certainly someone who has been in on a few of our exploits for her experience." "I want to be in on it too," said Katya. "So do I", said Becky. "I had to give evidence in court and that creep of a judge pissed me off." Becky was a policewoman, but was in her civilian clothes, a loose blue sweater and jeans and her hair was hanging loose about her shoulders, a change from the usual tight bun she wore on duty. Rose held up her hand. " Do these guys know each other? They sound like quite a pair." Katya shook her head. "Maybe they do know each other from court, but I don't think they are buddies." "Maureen, you want to give us a hint of what you are thinking?" asked Amanda, "As they are not buddies we would have to take them separately. We've kidnapped some offenders before but I'd like to get these guys in a situation where they are isolated. I mean away from where anyone could see us and what we are doing. It would help too if it looked like their previous personas had just disappeared. Of course, we'd want to get them in a situation where we can tell them why they are being changed, " She shrugged. "That's all I can tell you at present. But I hope to get more details worked out soon, I have to see if they have any interests in common, other than the law." Becky held up her hand. "This Mark Starr, the rapist, I think we should do something about him too. I've been thinking about it but what I have in mind is maybe a bit crude, and I don't think any of us here would want to actually participate in what I have in mind. I certainly would not, but that prostitute might. I think she shouldn't have the same delicate sensibilities of any of us." She gave a mischievous grin. "And what's better, I know who she is. We have info on her down at the station. I think I'll contact her and have a quiet word with her. Maybe she'd be happy to get revenge and stop the bastard. "If not, maybe we can persuade her with a little cash incentive, to sweeten the pot. She's a working girl, after all." "What are you planning?" Vera asked. Becky shook her head. "Oh, still just some ideas floating around in my head. I'll tell you next meeting when I've investigated things and worked out some plans." At the next monthly meeting Maureen laid out her notes in front of her and looked round at the rest of the committee." Well, I've been doing some investigation and I think I may have a way of getting these two guys, and a situation where we can disappear them. It turns out that they are both vintage railroad buffs. "Yeah, weird, isn't it? Well, I plan on getting them with that hook. Here's the details. I'll give you my part, and Becky can tell you about her part too to get the other guy." The other woman on the committee listened with growing grins on their face and when Katya and Becky had finished it was Vera who spoke first. "I'm not sure. These plans mean we'll need someone with a bit of computer or publishing expertise to set up the background." "All taken care of," said Katya. "I can do a bit of that myself and I know Lori has a bit of skill there too. We should be fine by ourselves. One thing though, I'll need to work on some fancy printing for a glossy brochure. We can do the printing ourselves, but we'll need a high quality paper to print on and some quality paper envelopes. I 'll make a guess and say a couple of hundred dollars. Oh yes, maybe a couple of hundred too for some booze and snacks." "Everyone okay with that?" Vera asked but there were no objections. "All right, Becky, What have you planned?" "I want to frame Mark Starr, and I think it can be worked in with the other two. As I mentioned at our last meeting, I had thought of using the girl, the prostitute who he harmed. Trouble is, although she is all for revenge, she is still too afraid of him and just wants to avoid any contact whatsoever. Besides, there is the possibility he could recognize her. But she suggested someone else who could. It's another girl, also in the trade, who is sympathetic to her and has had her own troubles with men in the past. She's called Tracey. So I contacted her and she is pretty keen to help. There is the advantage too that she has some facial similarities to Jerry and this will help what we have in mind." Vera frowned. "These two prostitutes, you didn't tell them about the book did you?" "Not at all. All the new girl knows is that we are going to frame Mark. I didn't discuss anything with the other girl either. And there were no witnesses." "All right, so, Katya, Becky, Maureen and Amanda, is it okay if we leave it with you?" "Sure, looking forward to it," said Maureen. The others nodded their heads. ..... It was a month or so later when Jerry Dresner found a letter in his mail. He raised his eyebrows at the title on the envelope. "Sun Mountain Vintage Railway", it said in embossed gold letters on an expensive looking cream coloured envelope. He frowned again and racked his brain. He had never heard of it. Opening the letter he found an invitation, also in an embossed gold script on a quality paper. 'Dear Mr. Dresner,' it said. 'It has come to our attention that you are interested in vintage railroads. Therefore, as an influential and outstanding member of our community we are inviting you and others like you to a special occasion. We hope you will honour us with your company on our inaugural vintage steam railroad run! At no charge whatsoever! 'We have acquired a vintage steam locomotive that will run on a special trip through the beautiful mountains in the North of the state. You will be one of a select few to do this. 'We hope this exciting event will whet your interest and that you will subsequently tell your friends and other railroad buffs about the wonderful experience that you will have experienced on our exhilarating trip.' His eyes flickered when he saw the date. It was a weekend three weeks on and he knew his calendar was open. That sounded like a fun thing to do. Still, he was just a bit suspicious. He had never heard of this railroad and he thought briefly, drumming his fingers on his desk, wondering if it was a scam. Eventually he looked up the web site given on the letter and a page opened up. It was a web site for "Green Mountain Tours." That it was a vintage railroad in the final planning and soon to be opened for the tourist trade. His eyes widened at the picture of the proposed locomotive. It was steam, as they had said, and it almost looked brand new with its shining red and gold livery. He looked at the design and the wheel arrangement and gave a low whistle. Hardly any of these locomotives still existed! How on earth had they managed to acquire this one? Restoration must have cost a fortune too! The envelope also held a piece of blurb which announced that the inaugural run was to be with a select group of railroad buffs. Confirmation of his booking was to be done online and that required the temporary password given on his letter. However, after that he should subsequently set up his own password. He entered it and was rewarded. 'Dear Honoured Guest, thank you for you interest in 'Green Mountain Tours'. The location of the tracks is to be kept secret at first, and you will be taken to your starting point by luxury limousine. Other information will be sent to you when other guests have confirmed for our inaugural run. To be sent further information please set up a user ID and a password.' He shook his head in annoyance. Still another password! But he did so and was rewarded by more information. ' Thank you for you interest! Please guard your information securely as you are now one of an elite group who are going to use this offer.' 'Guests will assemble at a location to be sent to you and transported by fine limousine to the actual train. The train trip, in a genuine vintage rail coach, refurbished to luxury standards, will last about six hours and gourmet food snacks and vintage wine will be provided by our staff on your exhilarating journey. ' Just imagine! In a short time you can be viewing the beautiful mountain views from luxurious seats with a select group of discriminating companions and fellow railroad buffs while sipping Champagne and nibbling genuine Russian caviar, followed by a meal of aged steaks prepared by our noted chef and staff while you look out at the beautiful scenery. For those who prefer, truffle flavoured rice stuffed partridge will be available.' Jerry felt his mouth almost watering. This all sounded like a good meal, he thought. But what's the catch? He read further. 'Afterwards, for those that wish, the engineer will give tours of the vintage locomotive and the cars. One of our representatives too will talk about the history of this fine locomotive and the meticulous steps taken by our dedicated volunteers to restore it.' He turned back to the home page and studied the train again, taking in its details. Wow! Yes, that was an unusual configuration. There were only two other locomotives of that type still extant that he knew of. He stroked his chin. A wariness born of long experience had left him sceptical of offers like this. There had to be a catch and it needed investigation before he committed himself. He looked at his watch. Damn! He had another meeting to run to. Still, he could get someone in his office to do some more checks. "Kate?" he called. "I just got this stuff in the mail. I 've done a quick check but could you check it again and see it's all above board?" "Yes, Mr. Dresner. What is it?" "It's some offer of a trip. Check it over to see that it's genuine and not a scam." He rushed out the door but could hardly concentrate on his upcoming meeting. The brochure had said a select group. All to the good! Yes, he was beginning to make his name as a defense lawyer and had already defended some scions of better-off families on rape or assault charges and that had got his name known. There was that sleaze Mark he had got off, but then, that was his job as a defense lawyer. He had made mincemeat of these stupid women on the witness stand. People knew his name now! Any way of meeting more of the right people could add to his clientele. Maybe he was on his way! Maybe he could even get into politics! The offer of this railroad trip looked genuine too. No doubt this company would want him to spread round word about it to tourists or maybe investors, but that was okay. Maybe that was the catch. They scratch my back and I'll scratch back. That's the way the world works. Kate casually flipped through the material and shrugged. It looked okay but why anyone would want to go on a trip like that was beyond her. Still, if Dresner wanted the trip, it might put him in a good mood. Keep the shit out of her hair another day! Some miles away, later in the day, Wyatt Snelling parked his car in the underground garage and took the elevator to the main level. He gave a brief acknowledgment to the security guard at the desk and went to check his mail. The biggest item was a fancy looking cream envelope from something called Spirit Mountain Railroad. He frowned. He had never heard of it, but probably it was some advertising gimmick. But his eyes opened wide when he opened it. A brochure advertised a vintage railroad, and it was an offer of a free excursion. Still, he looked sceptically at the envelope and contents. It would need investigation. Inside his apartment, he poured his usual drink and sat down on his balcony to collect his thoughts, looking over at the city. He reviewed the cases before him today, then pulled out his briefcase and had a cursory look at what was on the next day, but eventually he sighed. He could not concentrate with the thought of that railroad and pulled the brochure back out of its envelope. At last he looked at his tablet and pulled up the details. He sighed. Just like everything nowadays they needed an ID and a password and then a form to be filled out online so he did all that too. No money was required! So his credit card information was safe. That did not sound like a scam. Checking the excursion date he was pleased to see when the event was scheduled and he checked his calendar. Luckily the date was open and he clicked 'Send'. He smiled to himself. If they were going to offer something free, no doubt there was a catch somewhere but with his legal training he had long experience of avoiding anything that would be a trap. He was curious about the invitation. He had accepted the invitation but he was still suspicious. He needed to check that that all was above board but tomorrow he would be busy with a full docket at the court. So yes, he would get Millie in his office to do it. She had been with him a number of years and she would be thorough so he emailed her about the invitation. At the end of the next day he managed to speak to her. "Millie, that invitation, did it look genuine?" "Yes, Judge Snelling. It all seems genuine, sir. Sounds like a good deal too, if you don't mind me saying, a real treat! Are you going to accept it, sir?" "Yes, I think I will. I've always had an interest in old railroads." Millie watched him go, and had a quiet smile. Her friend Katya had spoken to her earlier about it. So some group were finally going to do something about the son-of-a-bitch? She had put up with his condescension long enough. She did not know what Katya had planned, nor did she care. If Snelling disappeared, there were plenty of other judges who could use an experienced legal secretary. Three weeks later Jerry Dresner stood at the entrance to the downtown train station as he had been instructed and watched the traffic comings and goings in the parking lot. There had been no suggestions on what clothes to wear but he had decided on a lightweight casual suit. If this trip needed more formal clothing he had a tie in his pocket. He expected anyone else would be fairly casual but if in doubt it was better to be a bit more upscale. It looked as if the whole trip offer was genuine. He had had Kate his secretary check it and she said it looked genuine. She actually had given him an envious look. "Looks like a wonderful excursion, Mr.Dresner." Almost on 1PM to the second a black limousine swung into the parking lot and a young woman got out and looked round. He saw it was a young woman, quite an attractive one too in a chauffeur's uniform, her long red hair tucked into a chauffeur's hat but with some wisps straying down her pale neck. He wondered if she was the chauffeur looking for him and he decided to make his way to her. Amanda saw him approaching and walked purposefully to him. "Mr. Dresner?" "Yes, that's me." "Then good afternoon sir, I am your ride for Green Mountain Tours." She gave him a dazzling smile. " How are you today, sir? Please come this way." The young woman even held the door for him and he stepped into the luxury vehicle. "I hope you will be comfortable there, sir. If you would like a refreshment there is a well stocked mini bar there. And please feel free to pour yourself a drink, Mr. Dresner, and help yourself to the snacks, " Now, if you'll bear with me, sir, I have one more party to pick up then you will be on your way to the experience of a lifetime, but first, sir, would you please fill out that waver on the seat by you?" Jerry looked it over, intending to read it carefully. He was a lawyer, after all, but skimming over it he decided it was the usual blurb, saying that they would take all precautions but they were not responsible for ...Blah, Blah. He signed it, and passed it to the red haired chauffeur. He knew it would not stand up in a court if any accident happened. Still, the day was going well. So far, arrangements had been first class and the mini bar's contents were excellent. He nodded appreciatively at a bottle of single-malt Scotch. MacAllan, hmmm! He poured himself a generous helping. There were even ice cubes in a container. He was examining all the yummy looking snacks and hardly felt the limousine draw smoothly away from the curb and into the traffic. "You're looking forward to the train trip, sir?" The chauffeur's voice sounded through an intercom. "Why yes, I am." "I'm sure you'll find it very eye-opening, sir." It was only a few minutes later he saw that the limousine was turning into the lot by the entrance to a large, well maintained apartment block and he saw a figure open the door and walk to the limousine. Once again the red haired chauffeur got out, welcomed the man, and shepherded him to the car. Jerry raised his eyebrows in surprise and pleasure. It was Judge Wyatt Snelling. He remembered the two trials where the judge had been sympathetic to him in court. Moreover, the guy had professional and political influence, and if he was a railroad buff too they had something in common. This was a golden opportunity to get to know him better. Jerry waited until the red haired chauffeur had explained about filling out the form and the mini bar then, when she had gone back to the driver's seat, he took the initiative. "Judge Snelling. I'm Jerry Dresner. I've handled cases before you in court and I'm glad to meet you personally. I know of your upstanding reputation, sir." That's right, butter him up, he thought. They shook hands. Jerry could see a look of recognition pass over the judge's face. "Nice to see you again, Mr. Dresner. Thank you. Yes, you are a very competent defence attorney, I have observed." There was something about the judge's manner that made Jerry wary. "I have to say Mr. Dresner, that you are doing your duty as an attorney, and I commend you for that, although I don't approve of some of your clients. Still, they are entitled to the best defense possible." Jerry took a deep breath, ready to defend himself, but then the judge winked at him. "Just kidding, Mr. Dresner!" He quickly moved on. "However, sir, let's leave the law alone and enjoy the day." The judge's manner suddenly changed. "So you are a vintage railroad afficionado too? This sounds like a great trip. How long have you been interested in railroads?" They were soon talking casually and Amanda was watching them carefully in the mirror as the men began to relax. Then their talk became more disjointed and they started to loll on the seats. The whisky and other bottles had been new and sealed but she had spiked the fillings in the snacks with a long lasting sedative and she had something else. She opened her side window and turned on the valve to the cylinder that released an anaesthetic gas into the passenger compartment. The men did not notice anything and a minute later she gave a grin when she saw the judge, then the lawyer, rub their eyes, and in hardly any time they both had slumped in their seat belts. She called out into the intercom, just in case, but they were totally unconscious and in a minute she pulled off her hat. It only took a few minutes or so of city driving, keeping just under the speed limit and cautiously looking out for police, until she got to the east side of the city. She turned off onto another road and drove to a deserted factory building where Katya and Maureen were waiting in the secluded parking area at the back. "Got them," she called out. "I was getting worried," Maureen said. "All go as we planned?" "Yes, no problems." "Okay, let's get started." Katya pointed to a small building that looked like a long deserted garage. "Over there!" "How did you find out about this place?" asked Amanda. "It came up in some business dealing, " said Katya. "I handled the sale of the factory over there and noticed this deserted place. Its better days are long past but it will suit us just fine. We shouldn't be disturbed." "How long are these sleeping beauties likely to be out?" Katya asked. Amanda looked at her watch. "A half hour or so yet. Time enough, so let's get them out of the limo and into the garage." The men were heavy but the three women gradually eased them out of the limo and onto the dusty, garbage strewn floor in the old building. "Okay," Amanda nodded. "At least they're now hidden from view. So let's get them ready!" And with little ceremony they cut all the clothes from the men until they were totally naked, seated them on two wicker chairs and tied to them to the chairs. By this time Jerry was beginning to give grunts and move and Wyatt was soon beginning to waken too. When Katya shook one of the men he just gave some grunts. "Still a bit out of it. We'll let them get pretty much awake before we tell them what we have in store for them. I hope we never see them again, but just in case, we better get our masks on." The women waited as the men gradually reached consciousness, first trying to move, then, as they became more aware of their situation, struggling against their bonds. Their faces distorted with their struggles as they vainly tried to get free of their ropes. Maureen slapped their faces. "Time to wake up!" Jerry's eyes gradually opened. As he woke fully he shook his head and began to frantically pull at his bonds. " What? What is this?" He looked at the masked women. "Who are you? Let me go!" He suddenly realized he was naked and looked down at his body in horror. "What is this? Where are my clothes?" he gasped. The judge had woken too. "This is an outrage," he spluttered. "This is kidnapping, I will have you thrown in jail the rest of your lives." "Yes, Judge, kidnapping, but there will be more. Well, you see, I have something for you both," Katya tried to say more but she was interrupted by the men's continual shouts and cries. "I've had enough of this!" Katya gestured at Amanda. "We need to shut them up!" With Maureen helping they forced ball gags into the men's mouths. That led to new struggles by the men against their bonds and their eyes were rolling in their sockets as they frantically tried to get free. Their voices were muffled. "That's better," said Katya. "Now listen, you two. We have something in store for you. We have been studying you. Your disgraceful actions and your despicable behaviour to women have come to our attention. We're part of a group of women who want to eliminate behaviour like that. Over the past years you, judge, have continually demeaned and disparaged women in your courts and elsewhere. You have deliberately kept women back." She turned to the lawyer. "You, Dresner, you've made a living out of defending the scum of the earth against righteous prosecution, men who abused and assaulted and raped women, and you have been vicious in the courts to these women. You have destroyed reputations and self-respect. For that we are going to punish you and make sure it doesn't happen again." She looked at the older man then the other. "So, as a punishment for you both, you are going to experience life from the other side, you might say. Then you will better understand the harm you've done to women." She held up the book to them. "I suppose you're wondering how are we going to do this? You see this book? It's magic. Well, I am going to read something from it that will make you both into women. Yes, you heard me right, into women. You will fall unconscious but when you waken you will be genuine women." She paused to look at the struggling figures. "And along with that that we have decided to be nice and give you women's clothing but if you don't want to use it you are welcome to stay naked. The women you are going to become will be just the same age as you are. You'll both be good looking too. How you handle that and the attention it brings from men is up to you." That caused renewed struggling and muffled cries but the men were too well tied. "Shut up and listen! To let you know, when you are unconscious then we'll get the ropes and gags off you. You, judge, you'll wake up in about a day and a half and you'll be well away from here. I'm afraid you'll both have some hours of discomfort when you wake up and you recover from the spell, but that will pass. "We'll leave enough food and water for a couple of days, judge, but after that you are on your own. You'll have to make a new life for yourself from scratch." She turned to Jerry. "For you, Mr. Dresner, we have another plan. You'll find out later. It will be a nice surprise when you wake up. "You'll both get to experience life as women but you're going to be homeless and without any money, like many unfortunates. So are you ready to be changed? You can say goodbye to your male bodies?" She gave a cold smile. "Yes, I see you don't believe me, but it's true. We've used the spell before on scum like you." "Here goes," said Amanda. She removed the book from its case and showed it to the men. "This is what I'm going to use. It's a pretty old book. I've no idea where it was written but we acquired it two or three years ago. There are lots of interesting incantations in here, but this one here will do the trick." She turned to the spell then, carefully enunciating the words, she read out the spell. The men were still struggling frantically, but she thought she saw signs of relief in their eyes when nothing happened. They even showed a hint of contempt. " I see you don't believe me." Just you wait, she thought. "You think we're joking because nothing has happened, but let's see how you feel in a minute or two. Oh yes, it will begin with you shivering." The women watched the two men apprehensively but then actually felt a little relief when five minutes later the judge gave a visible shiver and the lawyer started almost immediately afterwards. "Yes, that shivering begins things," and the women saw growing fright in the men's eyes. "Yes, it's starting. You feel it?" said Maureen. The men started giving broken grunts and moans, muffled by their gags and soon their eyes were rolling and they began to shake and shiver violently in their ropes. Their chairs were rocking on their legs until they both fell unconscious with their heads lying across their chests, just occasionally giving spasmodic movements as the shivering part of the spell grew stronger. Amanda checked her watch. "It'll be a couple of hours now, until they've gone through the changes. It should be easier to dress them when they are women." In about twenty minutes the changes on both men were well underway. The women watched as the men's bodies completed the shivering part of the spell, but then began the change in a series of ripples, with their features becoming softer with each ripple, and their bodies shrinking, all the while changing proportions too. Their shoulders narrowed and their waists even more, while their hips and buttocks swelled. A short time later their penises and their scrotums began shrinking and retracting into their groins until these were like slightly bulging soft pads, but in a few minutes they began to split vertically and a series of folds and soft ridges began to take shape until the two figures had the labia, hood and clitoris, all the parts of women's vulvas. On their chests too, the nipples began to swell first, followed by the areolas, then the underlying chests filling out and shaping into female breasts. In two hours or so, the changes on both men had completed. The figures were unmistakably those of women. "There they are, two new women, good looking too. Now, just to reinforce that, we'll get rid of their residual male hair. I remembered to bring a battery powered razor this time," laughed Katya. "We don't want hairy chested women. Yeah, their faces and under their arms and their legs too. But we'll leave them with nice furry crotches. "There," she said when she had finished. She stroked the men's faces. "They're not smooth by any means but they'll do. The male hair will fall out anyway." "I have something extra," said Maureen. " I know Jerry was a jerk and I wince when think of it, but it's to help get her into her new role." She emphasized the 'her'. She wiped Jerry's nipples with some antiseptic then took a needle and pierced the nipple, slid a barbell shaped stud through it and repeated with the other nipple. "Now, just a dab of crazy glue so she can't remove them easily. Actually not much blood at all," she said approvingly. "Maybe I could find a part time job in a tattoo parlour or such like! Just kidding! That will add to her surprise when she wakes up! "Now, their nails." Maureen got out two packets of false nails and glued them carefully to the women's fingers, a pale pink for the former judge, dark red for Jerry. "All right, let's get these two dressed." Katya shook out a bag of women's clothing and the women dressed the figures in women's clothes, starting with panties, and bras. "There we are, a nice firm bra for the judge as befits the age, but a push-up one for the lawyer. Now also, pantyhose for the judge, but garters and fishnet stockings for Jerry. "Now, to finish off, would you help me with this dress?" Katya and Maureen pulled a flowery dress and women's flat shoes onto the judge but they had a more suggestive outfit for Jerry, consisting of a low cut red blouse, a tight leather skirt, high heeled boots with a faux fur stole. They also pierced the new woman's ears and put large brassy hoops in them. "Yes, she really looks the part now," said Katya. "All right, first, let's get the ex-judge launched on her new life." They bundled the two unconscious women into the car and headed to the south end of the city where they drove into a large parking lot where there were a number of cattle trucks parked. They could smell the stockyards nearby and hear the sounds of cattle. Katya wrinkled her nose. "I can't imagine living near here! The noise and the smell!" She looked round. " I see the cattle trucks but where are the drivers?" "Most head to that drinking place over there when they've unloaded the cattle. Some try to get some sleep before they head home and that motel over by the road does good business from them. Yeah, some look for temporary female companionship and the motel does good business with them too." Amanda grinned but she was scanning the trucks in the parking lot and pointed. "There, over there. That looks like a good one. The plate is from two states away. It would be good if it went back there directly." Katya rattled the door to the cattle carrier trailer. "Yes, this is a good one. There's only some bent wire holding it closed." She stretched up and untwisted it. "There! Open Sesame!" and she pulled the door open. "All right, let's get sleeping beauty here on her way. Amanda, you keep watch." Katya and Maureen easily lifted the judge, now an unconscious female, into the truck and laid her on the floor. It was well crusted with cattle droppings, some fresh. "All right, the change is well on its way so we can get the ropes off her then we'll close the door on her. Get Jerry out and into the trunk of the car." Amanda wrinkled her nose. "It will be breezy in there with all the openings in the sides but it's not too cold. At least the breeze when she's travelling will keep down the smell of the cattle. One blanket to cover her will do." They draped a blanket round the unconscious woman and tucked it around her. "There! All right, let's get going from this stink. God, I feel I need a shower!" Amanda did a last check on the figure that had been the judge. "Is she okay?" asked Katya. "Yes," said Amanda. "Just making sure. She seems to have made it through the change in good condition. Just like all the others we've changed." She laughed. "I'm getting used to it." They jumped down, closed the door, and retied the wire to fasten it. "Even if the driver checks it he'll be unlikely to notice that it's bent differently. If he does he'll know there's something fishy. But I don't think he'll notice. " '"No, it won't smell of fish", laughed Amanda. "Something else entirely. But probably he won't check it until he gets to wherever he's going. Then he'll get a mystery to keep his mind occupied." Back in the car they checked on the changed Jerry. "Yes, she's still well out of it," said Katya. "So we have plenty time, at least a full day and a half 'til she wakes. But we better see how Becky's getting on. In the meantime we can put Jerry in my garage. My husband is off for two or three days so we won't be disturbed. So now we better get you back to the limo, Amanda, and you can take it back to the rental agency. They'll clean it out well so there shouldn't be any traces of them left in it. Oh yes, get the booze and snacks out of it. Dump the snacks but we can keep the booze." In minutes they were well away from the truck. .......... That very evening Mark Starr stepped out of his apartment door and looked carefully about him. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he headed down in the elevator to the garage level. There was no one there either. Good, he thought. Those newshounds of the press looked like they were finally leaving him alone. His lawyer Dresner had done a good job in court that last time but there was an annoying female reporter who had kept on his tail. Maybe he should get Jerry to get some court order against her. He was looking forward to getting out. It would be good to get behind the wheel of his Corvette again. Maybe he could take a drive to that pub up the river and see what female company he could get. Jerry had suggested he lead a quiet life for a few months and only go out for any real necessities or emergencies and restrict his social life but that was all right for the lawyer to say. He'd even hinted that Mark should get some 'treatment' but Mark was getting cabin fever and beginning to feel that old familiar desire and it was time to get out and meet women again and relieve some of the tension. He'd be a bit more careful with women he picked up, but Jerry had done a good job the last time and besides, his family had plenty of money in case they ever needed to hire him again. As he drove out the door to the parking garage and onto the street he saw a woman kneeling by the side of a car and glaring at a flat tire by the light of a flashlight. He was about to pass her by when he saw she was quite young and fairly attractive. Her short skirt had ridden well up her thighs revealing an enticing length of leg and a dark stocking top. As she bent forward to examine the tire, she showed a slim waist and an attractive pear shaped ass. This situation had potential. He parked just in front of her and strolled back to her. From his new viewpoint, standing over her, he could see into her low cut blouse where she was revealing an inviting cleavage between the cups of her black bra. "What's the matter, miss?" The girl turned to him, her face twisted in annoyance and releasing a deep sigh. Then she gave an appealing smile. She made no effort to pull up her loose blouse. In fact it was as if she had wriggled her torso so that it slipped further from her shoulders revealing her black bra straps. "Oh, a flat tire. I'm just struggling with the lug nuts." She gave him another appealing smile." Say mister, the spare tire is heavy. Would you mind getting it out of the trunk for me? These nails aren't very practical." She held up her long red-painted nails. Mark looked at the girl. She was quite attractive in a slightly sluttish way. Her voice had the right amount of suggestiveness so this had possibilities! "Sure, Miss," and he easily lifted the wheel from her the trunk of her car." Oh, I'm Mark." "And I'm Tracey." She brushed back her luxuriant dark hair from her face. As Katya had suggested when they discussed their plans, they had examined a photograph of Jerry and, surmising what he might look like as a woman, made Tracey up that way. They had also given her just a bit too much eye shadow, heavy mascara and too bright a lipstick. And given it a bit of smudging too. She was wearing a tight short leather skirt too, dark sheer stockings and platform shoes, her working clothes. Mark pulled off the old wheel and lifted the spare into place. "I haven't seen you here before?" "No, I was just visiting ....a friend......in the block there and when I came out the tire was flat. Say, this is real nice of you." Mark had finished lifting the new wheel in place. "No worries," he said. "Now can you shine your light here while I get the nuts on? Just about done." He tightened the wheel nuts, let down the car jack and stowed everything in the girl's car's trunk. "There, all done! You'll need to get the old tire checked out." "However can I thank you?" said Tracey. All sorts of scenarios ran through Mark's mind. Then to his amazement, the girl ran her tongue invitingly around her bright red lips. "You know, Mark, I have a special way of thanking men," she said suggestively, coming right up to him, putting one hand round his neck and rubbing the other on his chest. Then it strayed down his pants to his crotch and Mark felt a slight squeeze. "Do you want to go and find someplace, uh, more private? Then I can thank you properly." She gave him another squeeze. "I can feel you're ready to be thanked." "Sure!" This was going well. It was almost as if she was coming on to him. Mark looked at the girl's appearance. Yes, it looked like she was a hooker. Probably she had been had been visiting a client in the apartment block. Maybe she would try to charge him for her services. Well, if necessary he could just leave her when he was done. He had done so in the past with others. If they objected a slap or two would change their minds. "You were going out? Do you want get in your car and follow me? I know a good quiet place where I can thank you properly and maybe we can, uh, get to know each other." Mark wondered if she would try to lose him but she kept a good speed and in a few minutes hey drove into a treed area in a park. Tracey got out of her car, opened the passenger door of the Corvette and got in beside him, showing an enticing length of leg. "Now, Mark, it's time to properly thank you. " She pushed into him, kissed him fiercely then he felt her hands at the zipper of his pants and moments later she had pulled his penis out and had her hands around him, stroking him. "Mmmm! You're big! A girl likes that!" He felt himself swelling to her attentions and he next thing he knew her lips were round him and her head started bobbing back and forward. God! No foreplay with this girl at all. She had just got right to business. Typical cheap hooker! He thought but he gasped with the feeling. The girl had talent and enthusiasm. Besides, he had not had a woman for weeks and his enforced chastity had him desperate. It did not take long until he felt his tension building, but the girl made no move to draw him away. Instead, she moved even faster. He convulsed and released into her mouth. In his climax he never felt the needle enter his penis. He was unconscious almost immediately and sank back on the car seat. Tracey checked that the figure was completely unconscious, then carefully pulled a condom from her purse, spat the contents of her mouth into it, knotted it shut and placed it on an ice pack in a cooler in the trunk of her car. She pulled out her phone. "Katya, I've got him. Everything went okay but I'll be glad to pass the bastard over to you." "Okay, see you in some minutes." Tracey lit a cigarette and puffed a nervous twenty minutes until she saw Katya's car drive up with Amanda in the passenger seat. The women got out and embraced, then moved Mark into Katya's car. " Glad he's no heavier. Thanks for doing this, Tracey," said Amanda "Glad to do it, but dealing with that creep wasn't exactly a pleasure. I want to wash my mouth out. I won't ask what you intend to do but I hope it keeps him out of circulation." "You can be sure of it!" The women embraced again and Tracey drove off. Katya called the others. "Got him. Tracey says all went well so see you in a few minutes at my garage and we can get Jerry ready for a new life." Back inn Katya's garage they pushed the woman who had been Jerry into the Corvette alongside the unconscious Mark and covered them with a blanket. " A pair of beauties aren't they! All right, let's get them to the park." They drove back to the park to a secluded spot behind some bushes where Katya was already waiting. They pushed the woman who had been Jerry into the seat, lifted up her skirt and ripped the panties at her crotch. "Oh yes, before we start" said Katya. She unwrapped a thick dildo and pushed it into the woman's vagina. "There, she will be told she's no longer a virgin either!" Opening the condom, Katya squirted the contents into the unconscious woman's vagina and smeared some on her thighs and panties. "Ugh," she said and made a face. Next was to make the woman's face up as close to Tracey had been and put a matching wig on her. "There," Maureen said, comparing the face to a photo on her phone of Tracey. "That's a good enough likeness." Next was Mark. They left him with his pants down and sprawled over the woman. "Just about done here." said Katya, "The park is checked every hour so they should be discovered soon, but just in case, we'll find a call box and call the cops so these two should be discovered soon. A pity that Jerry won't be awake for a day or so but maybe the police will put it down to trauma. He, I mean she, will be genuinely feeling enough trauma and confusion from the spell when she wakens. They'll be sure to check him for sexual assault anyway." She grinned. "A good punishment for Jerry too, or at least the woman who Jerry is now. It would be poetic justice if she got pregnant but it's probably too soon after the change. Still, it would be shock. Anyway, I'd hate for any child to be born from the union of these two. It will be lewd conduct in a public place as a minimum." "Phew!" Maureen said as they finally took off the masks. "Glad to get that off. So, we are all done? I want to get home andwash." Next morning, Katya drove to the cattle yards to check. She gave a quiet smile when she saw a driver chatting with others by the truck, then a few minutes later he climbed into the cabin. He had not bothered to check the trailer part. Katya watched as it swung out of the parking lot and headed west. That was the way to the interstate. She idly wondered where it was headed. .......... It was a day and a half later when the woman who had been the judge began to awake, becoming increasingly confused about where she was and the dirty, rough and smelly floor she was lying on. Her body ached all over and the floor was hard. She could not understand what was happening. As she got further awake she realized her clothes felt different and when she forced her eyes open and struggled to sit up she found she was wearing woman's clothing, a light dress and some light fabric covering her legs. Pantyhose? There was something confining about her chest too, like a pressure on it. Confused, she ran her hands over her body and she half gasped, half screamed as she became aware she was wearing a confining garment underneath the top of the dress and it was pushing out the dress. She pressed her fingers against her chest, feeling the dress slide over a strange bulging garment and also strange straps over her shoulders and round her back...! She tore the buttons of the dress apart and confirmed that she was wearing a bra, and what was worse, it was covering generous swellings on her chest that looked awfully like genuine female breasts. She tried to rip off the bra, but the back hooks held it firmly and in her fumbling she could not unfasten them. She had long nails that hindered her fingers. She finally just pulled the straps off her shoulders and the cups down from her breasts. She just gaped at the bulging flesh and the pale brown prominent nipples and areolas, and began to frantically pull at her breasts to see if they came off but it hurt too much, Besides, the breasts were getting scratched by her long nails and streaked with her blood. She searched for a seam or way of attachment but slowly she came to the devastating realization that the breasts, even with their soft mobile texture, were part of her and they would not be easily removed. Another even more terrible thought struck her and she pulled down her pantyhose and panties to her knees. And screamed. She sank to the floor in despair, gasping and sobbing in shock, confusion and terror. Hoping against hope, she fumbled further down but all she found were ridges of flesh and even worse, a moist opening, a woman's parts. Whimpering, keening, she pulled all of her clothes off then screamed again and again when she discovered the extent of her new body. Her waist was narrow, her hips and ass much bigger. Her legs, arms and chest had lost their hair. Even her hands and feet were smaller. She realized her voice was shriller too. It was a woman's voice. She was a woman entirely. She turned to her hands and knees, feeling the breasts swaying on her chest and looked round, trying to get her bearings. She saw she was in what looked like a steel box, but with holes in its side, but one that was swaying and obviously moving very fast. Worse, the floor was covered with cattle droppings. Whimpering, she crawled to the side of the trailer and peered through the encrusted sides of the truck as unfamiliar territory flashed past. Where was she? What had happened? Then she remembered that she had been tied to a chair, with the lawyer Dresner, and there had been three women, all of them masked. They had given her a warning, and told her something ridiculous like they were going to change her and the lawyer into women. She remembered they had read something and she had begun to shiver then she remembered nothing more. She must have fallen unconscious, to wake up like this alone. There was no one else around. They said they were going to change her and the lawyer to women as some kind of punishment. She had thought the women were mad but now? She shook her head. What they had said was impossible but now it looked as if they they had succeeded. Once she got of this truck she would have to get back, find the women and make them change her back. But she was in a totally strange body, alone, and she had neither identification nor money either and no idea where she was. She really had to get out but the truck was hurtling along the highway to God knows where. She tried the door, but it only pushed slightly open. She could see a piece of bent wire holding it closed and there was no way she could reach it. She looked through the crack at the pavement zipping past the truck. It must have been going sixty at least. Even if she could get the door open the truck was going too fast for her to jump. She screamed as loud as she could, trying to make the driver hear her but her voice was lost in the road noise and the wind whistling past, and there was no change in the truck's speed. She screamed again and again until she was hoarse then passed most of the time that day going through a succession of gasps, screams, tears, panic and despair to finally a whimpering acceptance that she was not dreaming and she was helpless. She lay on the floor in despair. Then afterwards, feeling thirsty, she drank some water. She had no appetite for any of the food. Sometime later she awoke, cold and sore. She realized that she must have fallen asleep. She became aware that the truck had slowed down and was bumping over a rough road. When she looked out she only saw a rutted dirt road and she felt the truck do a sharp turn that pushed her off her feet. The truck finally slowed down and stopped. When she looked out the sides she saw it was in what looked like a feedlot and the truck had drawn up beside a battered farm truck. When the engine had stopped she screamed again. "What's all the damn screaming?" She heard a man's faint voice and when she screamed again, some rattling at the door. She screamed louder. "There's someone in there. Sounds like a woman! Who's in there?" the man shouted. "Let me out!" she gave another scream. "Well Goddammit, hold on lady, whoever you are!" She heard some muttering. Her face was soaked in tears when she heard some rattling at the door, and finally it swung open. She saw three men looking in at her, their faces incredulous. Two looked like farmer types, a white bearded one who looked as if he was in his sixties, another man younger, and beardless, except for what looked like two day's worth of growth on his face. Both were dressed in check shirts, grimy overalls and heavy mud caked boots. Another man was wearing dark gray green coveralls, the driver, she thought. "Who the hell are you, lady and how did you get in here?" the driver asked. His eyes went wide in astonishment and his voice hushed when he looked at her. She was suddenly aware she was completely naked, her swinging breasts and pubis totally exposed. She did not like the look on the men' s face and she grabbed the scraps of her woman's clothing and held it against her. "I'm a man," she stammered. "Someone drugged me, changed me to a woman and put me in this truck." The men laughed uproariously. "Cy, Ben, didja ever hear such shit! She says she was a man," snickered the driver. "Strangest looking man I ever seen. Lady, you are bat shit crazy!" "Have to agree with you there, Joe," said Cy, the younger man. Joe was suddenly serious. "Look, lady, I don't know how you got here or who you are but you're in my vehicle. I don't know if you're hiding but you chose the wrong place to do it. An' a cattle truck ain't the wisest choice to hide away in." He gave a grin. "Now, ma'am, if you'd just asked politely, you could have ridden along with me in a nice comfortable cabin and we could have got to know each other a lot better." Her situation suddenly came to her and she cowered on the floor. Ben pointed to the door. "Look Joe, the door was closed from the outside. So someone musta put her there. Tryin' to get rid of her maybe. Maybe she annoyed somebody. Helluva trick to play on her!" "You better come down out of there." Sighing, Joe climbed up into the trailer and, taking her arm, tried to pull her out, but she resisted and squirmed against him. Finally he simply picked her up. She squirmed but he was much stronger than her. "Lady, I'm trying to help you so you can just hold still! Here, Ben, you take her. I don't want to her to scrape her butt over all that cattle shit." He let her down into Ben's arms and Ben let her slide to the ground. The scraps of her clothing slipped from her and she just collapsed and lay on the ground, crying. "Who do you reckon she is?" asked Cy. "And how did she get in there? An' look at her tits! They's all scratched." Joe spat on the ground. "Lord knows. But somebody musta locked her in. It coulda been when I was at the cattle yards. And then I stayed at a motel that night. It coulda been there. "But what do we do now?" asked Ben. "Oh, call the police and let them deal with her," said Joe. Cy broke in." Look guys, come over here an' keep your voices down. Y'see, uh, maybe that's not such a good idea! We don't want the cops or such like snoopin' around here. There's too many things here they could start to get askin' about. I 'm not sure all our paperwork is that well kept. Besides, her tits are all scratched. Maybe somebody's beat her up. They could accuse us of it." Ben nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Then what?" "Well, we could just dump her near town." "She's already seen us and could describe us to the cops," said Joe. "Besides, look at the sky. "He pointed to the west. "I don't like the look of that sky an' it could be rain or worse tonight. The sooner you load me up with your cattle and I'm outa here the better. An' she's in no state to be moved. Besides, she' s covered in cattle shit an' I don't want that in the cabin." Ben sighed. "All right, let me handle it. Cy, help Joe get that bunch of cattle in his truck so he can get goin'." He moved back to the huddled woman. "Look, ma'am, you can't stay out here. You better come into the house. For shelter. You'll get cold lyin' out here." She was naked and the thought of going into the mean looking house with the man frightened her. "No!" she protested. Ben took her arm firmly and looked into her eyes. He wiped her tears with a dirty thumb. "Look ma'am. It's for your own good. If you stay out here you'll get wet and pretty cold. Look's like there's a storm on the way." He let his voice soften. " Come on, it's for your own good! We're not going to harm you." Holding her hands over her pubis and breasts she allowed Ben to support her into the house. He laid her into a worn chair and put a blanket over her. "Look ma'am, you're a mess. So first, why don't you have a shower and clean and warm up? There's one through there, and you know, there's still some clothes of my wife around. She died some months back but I never got around to takin' them to some charity. They're clean and they might even fit you. I'll lay them out for you. I'll put some ointment out too and you can put it on your tits, I mean your chest, before it get's infected. "Then I'll make something for you to eat and we can get your story and I'll figure what to do." The shower hardly helped. She was glad to get the grime and the filth off her, but she was so bewildered at finding herself in a totally strange body that she was on the verge of breaking down. Not only that but she had no idea where she was or how she had gotten there. Wincing, hesitating, aghast at the strange texture of her breasts and the sensitivity of her nipples she carefully soaped her breasts and, even more hesitatingly, between her legs. She looked at her body and grimaced. She was in a shower and naked, glad to wash off the filth, but she was vulnerable and she could not stay in the shower forever. Out of the shower, she covered her breasts with ointment, gritting her teeth against the stinging. The thought of her helplessness was overwhelming and she only just kept from breaking down. The door to the shower room was closed, but it opened a crack and she saw Ben's arm lay a pile of women's clothing, including underwear, on a chair. She looked at it in dismay. There was a pair of woman's jeans, and some women's blouses, more like shirts. She fingered through them and tried them on. They were loose on her but at least they were clothing and would cover her. It was cool on the floor and she chose a pair of thick socks too. They were small, in a woman's size and it made her realize how small her feet and hands had become. Taking a deep breath she looked at the door, opened it and stepped through into the main room. Ben looked up at her in concern. "That feel better, Ma'am?" His voice actually sounded kindly. "Yes, thanks." "Yeah, you look better, but why's your hair so short?" "I tell you, I was a man," she said miserably. "Somebody changed me into a woman and must have put me on that truck." Ben made a wry face. She could see he did not believe her. "All right, ma'am, we'll get to that later. Now, you must be hungry. I've heated up some stew for you, and there's bread too. You like some coffee? She could not face coffee. "Just water, thanks." She still felt nauseous and she could only take a little food. She wriggled in the farmwoman's clothes. There had been two bras and some panties among the clothing, but she had refused to allow herself to put them on. Now she was aware that her breasts and nipple, still tender from her attempts to pull them off, were rubbing uncomfortably against the fabric of her shirt. The jeans were loose enough but a seam pressed against her bare pubis. Feeling hungrier, she tentatively ate some more stew while Ben just watched her. She did not want to talk and finally, a terrible weariness hitting her, she slumped into her chair and she hardly aware of him carrying her to bed. She awoke to a light coming in the bedroom window. The room was plain, but the bed was comfortable and warm. She panicked and was about to struggle out of bed when there was a knock on the door. "You awake, ma'am?" she heard, and Ben came in. She discovered she was still in the shirt and jeans but she held the blankets up against her. "Well, ma'am, I guess you slept through it. We had a helluva storm last night, short but pretty intense. The bridge into town is washed out and the telephone lines must be down too. Lucky we still got power." "You got a cell phone?' she asked but he shook his head. "No reception out here, this far from town so we never bothered. So it looks like you're stuck here for a week at least. I could drive you the long way round but I have a farm and feedlot to run and I can't take the time. You're stuck here for a bit, ma'am. "Look, ma'am, you looked a bit uncomfortable in Sally's clothes, like the jeans don't fit right. There's a dress of hers there too. Maybe you'd be more comfortable in that?" ............ At the meeting a month later Vera's committee had come to order and was going over past business. "So Katya, any report on Judge Snelling and the lawyer Dresner?" "Well, we put her, the changed judge, into a small cattle truck with Montana plates. So probably she's out there somewhere. We heard there was a big storm and maybe that affected where she ended up. So, I've no idea! But for Jerry and Mark, I think our plans for them worked out well. I had told you what we intended to do and yes, the cops found the two of them together. "At first sight it looked just like Mark had been with some hooker and had dropped asleep in his car. But they couldn't wake up the one who had been Jerry so she was taken to hospital. In case she'd been assaulted they checked her and of course found Mark's semen in her. "It was a day later when she awoke, and began to come to her senses. Of course, she discovered her new female body and began to scream, obviously very distraught and it was even worse when they informed her about the semen in her vagina. There was one mystery for them to puzzle over. She was dressed like a hooker, but she had some some blood in her vagina so it looked like it had been her first time. "Anyhow, this sent her off the scale, screaming that she was a man and that three masked women had put her in a woman's body using a magic spell. She kept screaming she was Jerry Dresner but they put it down to her being a nut case or the trauma of being raped. "Of course, none of her story made sense but certainly she objected strongly when she was told it was Mark's semen inside her and cried rape so he is facing charges. I don't know what will happen now. The cops found Jerry Dresner had disappeared so that was yet another mystery. "So, there is nothing before the courts yet but the woman who was Jerry is still in hospital for observation-she's another Jane Doe- and Mark is looking at serious charges. Lewd public behaviour is the least of them. He was completely asleep when the cops found him but he woke up and was shocked when he discovered his pants down and the hooker beside him. The last he remembered was getting the blowjob from a hooker. We used enough make-up so that Tracey and Jerry, I mean the former Jerry, looked enough like each other and that has him confused. Of course he can't find Jerry to defend him and no other lawyer in town will take him. "So we can leave it there for now. The cops are faced with this mystery about Jerry disappearing but it doesn't make any sense. I'll keep my ears open for developments." "Should we give some money to Tracey for her help?" asked Vera. "She wouldn't say no, but she was enthusiastic about helping so I think she's okay." Katya gave a smile. "Anyhow last thing, I hope. I have to apologize to the committee. We had a bit more expense than I thought. You see, I had to buy some liquor, including some good Scotch for the limo. It seems a pity to waste what Jerry and the judge didn't drink so...." She produced a bottle of Scotch from her bag and some small glasses, poured some into each and pushed them round the table to the other women. " I think we can put it to good use? There's some water for those that want it." "Ladies, I give you a toast to a job well done!" She held up her glass. " It's a Scotch and I think in Scotland they say something that's pronounced like 'Slange', so that seems appropriate." She beamed. "And 'Cheers' for the rest of you. "To a job well done!" END