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The Lavender Hill Ladies Luncheon Club by enduringshades Author's note: a brief description of each of the Ladies can be found at the end of this story. "I'm off now Audrey," I called upstairs to my wife. She comes rushing down and gives me a kiss. "Oh, Alec, I do wish I could come with you." I reply with a smile. "Sorry, you know the rule - no spouses!" I know she doesn't expect to come, it has been going since before we were married. I turn, leave the house and get it to my car. I am on my way to the monthly reunion with my flatmates from our days at university. When we graduated we agreed to meet up every month for lunch, and thirty years later it is still going on. Why? I'll tell you later, if you haven't already guessed. We had all found jobs in London so it was easy to keep in touch. After about an half an hour I turned into the drive in front of a four- bedroom detached house in one of the leafy outer London suburbs in a typical thirties avenue. I was the first to arrive. A tall elegant middle-aged woman opened the door before I knocked, she must have heard the car. She was dressed in a yellow fifties-style dress with short sleeves and a flared skirt that fell down to below her knees. She wore white strappy sandals with a three inch heel and her honey blond hair was tied into a high ponytail. "Hello Maggie," I said as we hugged each other. "What have you done to your arm?" She had a splint on her right wrist. "Rather embarrassing, I injured my wrist while playing cricket. I played too low with the bat and the ball hit my wrist," she replied. "Careless," I replied but with sympathy, "upstairs, as usual?" "Yes, as it is warm and sunny we will be having lunch in the garden," she replied. I made my way upstairs to one of the guest rooms to change. I was soon joined by John followed by George. We changed in near silence, not that we had nothing to say it was just part of the ritual. Maggie had set aside the room for our use and we kept our things there. Sometimes we borrowed from each other and we usually helped each other to get ready. John wore a blue shift with a white polka dot pattern. It was sleeveless and was mid-length. George looked the part with a white gypsy top and a dark red tiered skirt. From my wardrobe, I took out a yellow on white floral cotton sundress. It had capped sleeves and a boat neck. I slipped on a pair of wedge sandals as we would be outside. I wore my auburn wig with a short bob style, I thought it would be too warm for my usual shoulder length one. When we were dressed we made our way downstairs and out into the garden. Maggie was already seated, she was normally in the kitchen, and I was surprised to see that the table was set for five. There was a jug of iced lemonade, the traditional kind made with fresh lemons, on the table. "Sit down and have a lemonade," she beckoned. "Please serve yourself! I have help today as it is difficult for me to prepare and serve lunch with this injury. Angel will be out soon and I'll introduce her." A young girl appeared carrying a tray of small savoury pastries. She looked East Asian, probably southern Chinese or maybe Japanese. She was about fourteen, slender with long straight black hair almost reaching her waist. She was wearing a white cropped top with thin straps and black short shorts, showing off her trim midriff and her long legs. "This is Angel," said Maggie, "Angel, this is Gina, Janet and Alice. Angel is helping me and will be joining us for lunch. Angel please check that the main course is okay and then come and sit with us." "Hi Angel," we said in unison. She returned our greeting with a timid smile and left for the kitchen. * Before we go any further I should introduce the four of us. Opposite me is Janet and next to her is Gina. Janet, as John, is a Detective Inspector with the Metropolitan Police and Gina, as George, is involved in IT. Both are happily married, no not to each other! John is married to Joan and George is married to Grace. Neither of them have told their wives about their crossdressing or of the Lavender Hill Ladies, but we are all friends in our other lifes. Sitting next to me is Maggie, who is our hostess. Maggie is not married and we can openly meet here in her house. She is a successful self- employed investor, as Mike, and has plenty of space for our secret wardrobes. She is also a martial arts expert and volunteers to train women in self-defence at a women's refuge. At weekends, and occasionally during the week, she is Maggie. I'm Alice, or Alec, and as you know I am married to Audrey, who is a senior social worker. We have two young teenage daughters, Emily and Elizabeth or Beth as we call her. I am a freelance forensic scientist, I usually provide consultancy services, rather than collect and analyse crime scene samples, which is not easy when you work from home. I write crime fiction in my spare time and the occasional crossdressing themed story to share on Fictionmania. I first met John when I applied for a place in a shared student house. It was a four bedroom house in the Lavender Hill district in southwest London. The norm was two per room and John and I shared a room. It was during this time that we both discovered we were crossdressers, or transvestites as we called ourselves back in the day. Neither of us were dressing, a crowded student flat is not the best of places, but now we were no longer at home, we both wished to. We passed our first year exams and during the summer John agreed with the landlord to rent the complete house for two years. We negotiated a lower rent, the landlord only had to deal with one tenant, instead of eight, but although more expensive if split fourways it was worth it to have our own rooms to enjoy our discrete lifestyles. We advertised in the student union for two transvestites, or sympathetic sharers. We had quite a few interested replies and we offered the rooms to George and Mike. We called ourselves the Lavender Hill Girls and we got on like a house on fire for our remaining time as undergraduates. Most of the time we were just blokes, we had to work at our studies after all. But usually on Saturday evenings we dressed as Maggie, Gina, Janet and Alice and headed for accepting venues. Sometimes we looked good and passed and were treated as girls, at other times it was obvious we were boys, but we were still treated as girls and we were part of the crowd. It was fun when we could get into clubs for free because we dressed as girls! It wasn't always the four of us, we also had girlfriends to date. Back at the flat, we had a warning system so that if there was a 'stranger' in the house we could stay in our room if en femme. Then the time came when we had sat our finals and the tenancy on the house ended. We had a final dinner as crossdressed students in a West End restaurant and decided that we would meet monthly en femme for a meal. We agreed the rule: no spouses, partners or girlfriends to be invited, to protect the privacy of any one of us so we could also openly socialise as men the rest of the time - we were friends after all - together with our girlfriends or wives. Fortunately we all settled not too far away from each other, so we could meet regularly and here we are three decades later. As we got older, lunch became common, it was easier to arrange for those who were married, and we met at Maggie's place. We gradually morphed into ladies who lunch, we were now the Lavender Hill Ladies. * "Where did you find Angel?" Gina asked Maggie. Maggie replied "the member of the visiting team, who bowled the ball that hit me, and who I had become acquainted with through our regular fixtures, overheard me wondering how I was going to cope today. He said a friend of his, David, had a daughter who would like to gain some experience in preparing and serving meals, and she could also do with some pocket money. I was happy to accept the offer and David dropped her off this morning. I warned him that we were crossdressers and he replied that it was not a problem and it would be good for her to meet transgender people. I never asked what he meant by that, or correct his misconception, but thought it would be nice to ask her to join us at the table." Angel then returned with the dishes for our main course. She was very quiet but showed an interest in our conversation. Nowadays we spend a lot of time reminiscing. I was saying to the others, "I often wondered what it would have been like to have gone out on a date en femme, as a woman? We only went out as a group of three or four girls and now we just gather here." "What! You want to go on a date? What will Audrey say? If she knew that is," said Maggie. "Well I was just daydreaming. I would have gone no further than just being a woman having a meal with a man. No funny business, not even holding hands. Perhaps with one of you?" I joked. The girls continued to tease me as we carried on with our lunch. "Well, I think it is time for me to leave," said Janet, "I'm on duty this evening. It was a wonderful meal, Maggie, and thank you Angel for helping out in Maggie's hour of need. I must now go and change into my civies." Both Gina and I added our thanks and started to rise to go into the house to change. But before any of us moved Angel spoke quietly, I think for the first time, "Thank you for your compliments, before you go could I have a picture of all of us?" She held out an old camera phone. "Of course my dear," replied Maggie. We remained seated and Angel set up her phone at the end of the table and set the timer to take a photo. She came round and stood behind us. "Thank you" she said, picked up the phone and started to clear the table. Audrey greeted me when I got home. "How was your lunch with the boys, darling?" said with a kiss on the cheek. She always said the same thing and I always replied, "Enjoyable as usual," returning her kiss. The month passed quickly, time seems to fly by as you get older, and it was time for the Lavender Hill Ladies Luncheon Club to meet again. Mike had sent his usual reminder text and I had RSVP'd. He needed to know how many for lunch, as it was always understood that family commitments would take priority. "I'm off now Audrey," I called out, she was getting ready to go shopping with her friends Joan and Grace, John and George's wives. She came through and gave me a kiss. "Oh, Alec, I do wish I could come with you." I reply with a smile. "Sorry, you know the rule - no spouses!" When I arrived Maggie greeted me at the door, she had a huge grin. "Come in Alec, I have a surprise for Alice, but I'll wait until the others arrive before telling you!" She no longer had her arm in a splint. I went and got changed and when I came down I noticed the table was set for three. When Janet and Gina joined us, Maggie said, "Alice, you remember last time you said that you wanted to go on a date?" "Well not a date," I interrupted, "just having the experience of going out for a meal as a woman accompanied by a man instead of you three men in dresses!" They all show expressions of mock horror and distress. "Whatever," replied Maggie and continued with a grin, "anyway I have arranged a blind date for you." She called out, "David you can come in now!" I was not sure what was going on when in walked a man, who I do not remember having seen before, but Maggie did say a blind date. He was the same age as us, smartly dressed in chinos and shirt. He was taller and larger than my average size frame and he looked as if he kept himself in shape and, although I am not a good judge, to be quite handsome. "Hello, Alice, it is nice to meet you." He seemed to know I was Alice. "Would you care to join me for lunch?" I was speechless! "Of course she does," said Maggie, "and anyway I haven't catered for her so if she wants to eat she has no choice!" Janet and Gina realised what was going on and then starting to enthusiastically to egg me on. My first thought, said out loud, was, "But I have got nothing to wear!" I quickly recovered. "No, no, I mean I am happily married, what would Audrey say? I can't do this!" David looked amused. Maggie said, "First of all, you are dressed for lunch and as always impeccably." She was right. I always love dressing smartly. I was wearing a form-fitting white dress with a bold floral pattern with cap sleeves and a straight skirt to just below my knees. It had a v neck that gave a glimpse of cleavage. I had on simple and tasteful jewelry and strappy white stilettos. I was wearing my shoulder length auburn wig and full but discreet make-up. I was wearing padding and cincher giving a shape any middle aged woman would be proud off. "But I don't have a bag!" Which is true, I take it seriously when presenting myself as a woman, even though I only have lunch at a friend's house, it is part of the enjoyment, but I hadn't need a bag for many years "Don't worry, you can have one of mine," offered Maggie, "and you take one of my jackets or a cardigan in case it turns cool before you get back." Inside I had become excited but I wasn't sure I really wanted to do it. The four of them just looked at me in silent anticipation. Finally I said "but just lunch and definitely not as a date, blind or otherwise, and I need to be back soon after, so I can change and be home on time." They all relaxed and David said "understood! And dear, don't worry about getting back." Did I hear him call me 'dear', I am not sure I liked that. But before I could respond Maggie returned from upstairs and handed me a bag and a cardigan. David took my arm and before I knew it he was helping me into a Jaguar E-Pace with blacked out windows. I felt a little helpless, is that what women experience when being led by a man I thought as he strapped me in. I settled down as we drove off, well I did say that this was something I dreamed of experiencing and now it was happening. We drove out into the countryside and arrived at a small pub. It looked too small to be viable nowadays, but I thought perhaps that would add to its charm. I took David's arm, I thought I might as well get the full experience and I was comfortable going that far, and fortunately we were of similar height with my heels on. We entered the pub and indeed it was small with just a bar and a few drinkers cradling their pint glasses. A man who I assumed to be the pub landlord said. "Hello David, everything is ready. But would you like a drink first?" "Yes please, what you would like dear?" There was that 'dear' again I was getting a little apprehensive on how this date was turning out. I had been hoping we were going to a restaurant and I would be treated as a lady by my companion and the waiting staff, that was my dream. "Thank you, a white wine, please!" I replied. "I'll have my usual," said David to the barman. "Let's go outside and enjoy the sunny weather," said David. We took our drinks and went outside to sit at a table set up in the front of the pub. We made small talk and I was about half way through my drink when I started to feel nauseated and confused. It was the last thing I remembered that fateful day. * When Audrey got home she was surprised that Alec wasn't back from lunch. He usually got home late in the afternoon. Perhaps he had stopped off on his way home, she thought. She prepared the evening meal and then settled down with a glass of wine to wait for him. It was getting late when the phone rang, it was Mike. "Audrey, I need to see you, can I come over?" "Well of course Mike, but I am waiting for Alec and then will have dinner. Can we talk tomorrow?" "No I need to see you now, it can't wait," replied Mike. "Alright, Mike, perhaps you would like to join us for dinner?" said Audrey but Mike had already rung off. Mike should be here soon, thought Audrey, but still no sign of Alec. Perhaps that's why he wanted to see me and Audrey started to worry. Audrey heard a car in the drive and rushed to open the door. It was Mike, she had hoped it was Alec. "Come in Mike," she said as she accepted a kiss from Mike on her cheek. "Let's go through to the sitting room. Would you join me in a glass of wine?" "Yes please," said Mike as he sat down and noticed the bottle and three glasses on the table. "Alec is not home yet. He is usually back much earlier than this from one of your lunches? I am getting worried Mike," said Audrey as she poured generous amounts into two glasses. "That's why I wanted to see you Audrey. Mike went out and had not come back by the time I left to come here. His car is still at my place. But first I need to tell you something and I am not sure how to," said Mike with his hand on Audrey's. "If it is what I think it is, then I already know, I have known since before Alec and I started going out together. I know about the four of you," she explained. Mike looked startled. "It's the Lavender Hill Ladies Luncheon Club now," said Mike, sounding relieved. He then told Audrey after they graduated that met privately for lunch en femme. "Oh, I had realised that Alec was still dressing as a woman when he went to your lunches and I know he knew I knew, but it was fun to keep it 'secret', though sometimes I wish he had told me," said Audrey. "I knew of the Lavender Hill Girls, I saw you regularly at clubs and I was quite fascinated. I also could see from your behaviour that you were just having fun dressed as girls and didn't take it any further. It was later when I met Alec at one of the clubs that I recognised him as one the 'Girls', who by then were no longer around. I think it was when the club lighting caught Alec's face that I recognised him and then the way he danced and moved reminded me of the 'Girls'." "He keeps his clothes at my place and only dresses when we have lunch. I do not believe he dresses or presents himself as a woman anywhere else since University," said Mike. "But today was the first time and it was all my fault." Mike went on to tell Audrey about Mike's daydream and how an acquaintance of his from the cricket club had said that his adopted daughter Angel had mentioned it to him and had shown him a photo. He got in touch and offered to take Alice, that is Alec, out for lunch. He appreciated the way we treated Angel and wanted to give something back. Mike continued "I got caught up with the idea and arranged a blind date. He, his name was David, came to my place today to take Alice out for lunch as a surprise. Alec was very reluctant, he said he was happily married and had no interest in men and couldn't let you down. We pressured him and he finally accepted the invitation provided it was just to have lunch and he came back to my place afterwards. I think the intrigue of being treated as a woman in a restaurant got the better of him." After a period of silence, Mike said, "I don't want to upset you but I am now very worried. I tried to track down David through his cricket club but they have no record of him. I hope you don't mind but John and George are outside. I would like them to join us." "Of course," agreed Audrey quietly, "ask them in." Mike went outside to fetch them while Audrey went to get another wine glass. Before coming in Mike told John and George that Audrey had known about the Lavender Hill Girls all along. They all settled down and for a while nobody knew what to say. Then Audrey spoke up. "Boys," she had always called them boys, "you may be surprised, but I have always known about your crossdressing and your get togethers, and Joan and Grace do too. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. We all love you deeply. So now you know we can talk freely about Alec." "We should have told you, and Joan and Grace, but we were quite sure you knew anyway and maintaining our charade has been part of the fun. Today was the first time we deviated from our private gathering since our student days. I just hope there is a straightforward reason we haven't heard from Alec or David," said John. He continued "while waiting at Mike's before coming here I logged onto our Division's network to check if there have been any incidents reported that may provide an explanation, there were none." "It is not like Alec not to call or message me if he is delayed. Even if he is not delayed he usually lets me know he has arrived or is on his way," said Audrey. "Can you put out a missing person report, or whatever you do, John?" "I'm afraid it is too early. We would only do so for a child or vulnerable adult at this stage. Adults disappear all the time and usually on their own vocation and it will be even more difficult for my colleagues to treat it seriously. Alec is a crossdresser and went voluntarily on an arranged date with a man, even though we know it was something much more innocent." Before Audrey had a chance to reply, Mike said "I suggest the four of us get together and see what we can uncover, especially while the trail is fresh. We may be able to come up with some evidence for the police to treat the matter seriously, present company excepted of course." "I agree," said John, "I will privately pursue Alec's disappearance through work. I will have a word with my Chief Inspector so that he understands what is going on. Alec does good work for us and quite sure my CI will be sympathetic and treat him as one our own. I did note David's car details, for no reason other than it is what I do as a detective, so with my CI's blessing I will check the PNC (Police National Computer) tomorrow for the registered keeper's details." Needless to say they could not find any trace of David or indeed Alice. It would appear David was not his real name and his car had false number plates. The Lavender Hill Ladies Luncheon Club need not meet for the time being and it was decided that when Alec returns the 'no spouse' rule would be dropped and Joan, Grace and Audrey would join the 'club'. They would not just lunch at Mike's but in each other's houses and even venture out to restaurants and other places. They of course knew each other well and socialised anyway. * I woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. After a while, I could make out that I was lying on a bed in a strange room. I thought I might be in a hospital, but with no medical equipment I assumed that was unlikely. The room was like a basic hotel room. There was the bed I was lying on, a double bed, a couple of armchairs, a table and chairs, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers. There was a bookcase with an odd assortment of books and a TV on the wall, the usual lamps and a tray with a kettle and what was needed to make tea and coffee. I could see an open door to a small ensuite bathroom. The only windows were high up, I would not be able to see out but they did let in daylight. There was an air conditioning unit attached to the wall. I was just wearing a plain white cotton mid-length nightdress with short capped sleeves. My makeup and wig had been removed. The last thing I could remember was sitting outside that strange pub having a drink with David. Perhaps when I am my usual self I would remember more. After resting for a while longer, I got up and looked around, I noticed the room door had no handle and no key hole, and the windows were fixed panes of obscured glass. The wardrobe and drawers were empty, no sign of my things. I did notice a small camera up in a corner of the room. I sat down on one of the armchairs and stared at the blank TV screen. I heard the whirl of the door lock unlocking, it must be an electronic lock, the door opened and, much to my surprise, in walked Angel, the girl who helped out last month at Maggie's. Hello "Mummy" she said. Well I think she said 'Mummy', I still wasn't totally with it. "I'm not your Mummy," I said, speaking to Angel as if she was the little girl she seemed to be. "Yes, you are silly! Daddy said you were my new Mummy," she replied. I asked him if you could be my Mummy and I showed him your picture. I told him how nice you were and that you wanted to go on a date. He said he would like a new wife so we could both be happy and be like a family. "But what happened to your real Mummy?" I asked her. "I don't remember. I haven't seen her since I came to live here with my new Uncle and Aunt. My Aunt went away a longtime ago and Uncle became my Daddy," she said with a smile. "Daddy saw that you were awake on the computer so he asked me to come down to see if you were hungry." "No, Angel, I'm not hungry." In fact I still felt nauseous and probably wouldn't keep anything down. "Okay," she said as she turned and left the room. The door swung shut and locked automatically. About an hour later I heard the door unlocking, the door opened and in walked David. "Hello, Alice, I told you didn't have to worry about getting back! Welcome to your new home!" I was shocked, but it soon dawned on me that I had been kidnapped and this was some strange reality. In my work I was aware of many of the drugs used in crimes and I now realised that I was the victim of a classic use of a date rape drug, or more likely a cocktail of drugs. I was dumbstruck. David sat down in the other armchair. "Alice you are now my wife and mother to Angel. We might even get officially married once you are declared dead! This is my, no I mean our home, but you will only live and stay in this room. It is in the basement of our house and you cannot escape or contact the outside world or indeed anyone elsewhere in the house. Alice will bring you food and drink and anything you need, if I agree of course. You have a connected TV and the air conditioner will ventilate the room as well as keep you cool in summer and warm in winter. You will be comfortable." He continued. "Alice really wants a mother, someone she can love and be a role model. I am happy for her to spend time with you when she is not carrying out her household duties. I do expect you to keep your own room clean, but you will not be allowed into the rest of the house. Your wifely duties only extend to the marital bed, yes that's right I'll be joining you most nights and at other times during the day when I feel horny. I am attracted to middle aged crossdressers! You will not disappoint me if you wish to remain alive. I am not into full BDSM, however I may want to tie you up as part of our fun and as the real man I will be the dominant one." It was getting dark and I was feeling very tired, it had been a traumatic day. Alice brought me a light supper, but I declined the food but had the drink. I was soon feeling nauseous again and only just made it to the bed, still wearing the cotton nightdress. I had strange dreams and feelings during the night. When I woke I was in bed with the bedclothes in disarray but was no longer wearing a nightdress. I wondered if I had had my worst nightmare, but I couldn't remember anything. I got up and went into the bathroom. A toothbrush had appeared but no razor. When I came out of the bathroom I saw a glass of orange juice and a croissant on the table and David standing next to it. He waved his hand at the empty chair and said, "Sit down and have some breakfast." I nibbled at the pastry, I still wasn't hungry but drank the juice. "As you probably have guessed, my name is not David. You can call me Tom, but you will always use Daddy when talking to Angel or if she is present. Your name from now on is Tess or Tessie, but you will be Mummy to Angel," he said. "I have asked Angel to bring down the clothes you came in and sort out clothes my ex left behind. If there anything else you need now, I will be going out shortly and can get them for you. I will see you this evening, you are to make yourself pretty," he then left. I wondered if Tom was going to continue to use drugs on me. It is the only way he is going to be able to control me. I am not gay, he would have great difficulty if he expects me to behave as his wife. I had an idea to mitigate the long term effects of any suggestions he plants in mind. Angel came into my room with an armful of clothes. "Daddy asked me to bring down your belongings. I will go and get the stuff my Auntie left behind. Is there anything else you need?" she asked. "Yes there is Angel, thank you. Please can you get me a razor and a pen and notepad?" I replied. "Yes Mummy," she replied. She later came back with another armful of clothes and a bag with assorted cosmetics as well as a pen and notepad as I had asked. "I can't find a razor, I will ask Daddy when he gets back." When she left I took a sheet of paper from the middle of the notebook and wrote myself a note. I described my present situation and what Tom intended to do and my suspicion of drugs being secretly given to me and the possible effects, including on my memory and mind. I included a reminder to myself to read the note everyday and where to hide it afterwards and not to let Tom or Angel know about it. I hid it in one of the books, the bookcase was in the corner under the camera and out of view. Later Tom came down. "You asked Angel for a razor, pen and paper. I will get you a razor tomorrow but I can't let you have pen and paper. Give them to me." I gave Tom the pen and paper. He checked the notepad to see if I had used it, of course he did not notice that a sheet was missing. "I cannot allow you to write any messages," he said. One up to me! * One week later A daily pattern had emerged. Early evening was the time when I was at my most lucid. That was when I read my note, which I hidden in a book. I reminded myself the contents of the note that I had left for myself. Perhaps I didn't need to read it but I wanted to get into the habit, something I must do every day. I thought about escaping. I thought about resisting. I thought about going without food. It became clear that my evening meal was drugged as I never remember anything until I woke up in bed the following morning feeling sore and my bed sheets in a mess. I became convinced that Tom was assaulting me during the night before returning to his own room. I tried to refuse to take any food or drink, but I was open to suggestion and I always succumbed. During the day I kept my spirits up by dressing, I particularly enjoyed trying on Tom's ex's clothes. * One month later Everynight Tom came and joined me in bed and had his way with me. I was more conscious now but remained passive, it all seemed so normal now. I no longer thought about escaping or resisting, but I was depressed during much of the day. Most of the time I just wore a night dress, I no longer bothered to dress. I kept the habit of reading my note and reminding myself of who I was. * Six months later Found some false breast forms and some padding in my drawer and I wondered whose they were. I certainly don't need them! I like to dress nicely for my Tom when he comes down to see me in the evening. I'm not sure what is outside my room and where Tom is during the daytime. I like spending time with my daughter during the day. She has been helping me take in some of my dresses as they don't seem to fit anymore. Everyday I still routinely read the note when I am on my own. It stirs memories, distant memories that I know I don't want to let go off, but they seem to disappear when I start looking forward to spending time with Tom. * Three years later Today we are all really excited. Tom announced that tonight we will be celebrating Angel's Coming of Age. They are going to join me in my room for a celebratory meal, cooked by Angel of course. Tom has bought me a new outfit to wear and Angel and I have been working on my hair. Although I have been brushing my hair every day, I wore it mainly in a plain ponytail. My dress hugged my curves in a most delicious way. It was of red lace, came down to mid-thigh, rather daring for a middle-aged lady but I think I pulled it off (not the dress, the look!). The dress was sleeveless and had a deep v-neck that showed off my cleavage, I had become very proud of my breasts and loved wearing low cut tops for Tom's pleasure. He also bought me a new matching bra and knickers in red, a small sparkling pendant on a gold chain and a pair of red strappy sandals with killer heels. I don't normally wear shoes in my room, so Tom must really want it to be a special evening. I also have a plain gold band on my ring finger, it has always been there. It stirs emotional feelings, including sadness; I don't know why, there doesn't seem to be any connection to Tom. Angel had been down earlier to lay the table for three and had brought in an extra chair. Tom and she came down together carrying the first course and a bottle of cava. Tom was dressed in smart chinos and an open-neck shirt. "Good evening, Tess," he said. It was all rather formal. But what was amazing was seeing Angel. She was wearing a matching dress to mine, but all in white. While my body was all woman, cleavage and curves, hers was of a young woman, lissom with gentle curves and the delicate breasts of someone in their late teens. She wore her hair up with tendrils on either side of her face. Before we sat down Tom opened the cava and filled three glasses. "Today we mark Angel's 'Coming of Age'. She will now join us," he said pointing to himself and me, "as a wife and a sister." Both of us looked puzzled. Angel lost her smile and looked unsure of what was happening. I just accepted what Tom said, he is always right and knows what is best for me. We sat down and started our meal. He said, "as one of my wives, Angel will have her own room next to Tess's, she will move down tomorrow. You will share the bathroom. But tonight, Angel will join us in Tess's bed to consummate our new arrangement. Isn't this exciting!" Tom did most of the talking for the rest of the evening, Angel and I were very quiet. When we had finished our meal and Angel had cleared the table, Tom left the room and came back shortly wearing a dressing gown and gave Angel and I a nightdress each. They were baby doll nightdresses in red and white. "Get undressed and put these on and join me in bed," he said. I undressed, carefully hanging up my dress, and slipped on the nightdress. On the one hand the feel and look was thrilling, but on the other hand I felt embarrassed at my age to wear it, but it did please Tom. We laid either side of Tom. He turned to me and started fondling my breasts. He always took a long time in making love, bringing me slowly to a climax before entering me from behind. And tonight was no difference. I couldn't see Angel, but I didn't notice her stir. As usual I just laid there passively waiting for him to come inside me. As always it was a mixture of pleasure shuddering through my body and relief as I came myself, and a close to conscious horror of the thought of having a man inside me. A disgust I couldn't understand, I worshipped him. Tom then rested for a while with his arms around both of us and then turned to Angel. He took his time making love to her, from the shrieks, gasps and groans coming from Angel it seemed that it was a new experience for her. He then left us, Angel rolled over and we hugged like mother and daughter and just lay there, I don't think either of us had any sleep. In the morning I asked Angel, "Was it your birthday yesterday? How old are you?" "I don't have birthdays and I don't know how old I am," Angel replied. "Then what did Tom, or do you still want to call him Daddy, mean by 'your coming of age'?" I asked her. "He is my Daddy, but he is not a nice Daddy anymore, so I will call him Tom. Yesterday a nice lady brought me home and had a secret talk with him. Afterwards he told me it was now time for me to move into the room next to yours. And he was going to give me the first of many special treats that night," said Angel. "What nice lady? What happened yesterday?" I asked with puzzlement. "While I was out on an errand for Tom, to get our special pills, a man and a lady stopped me and asked me why I wasn't in school. The man said he was a Home Office Immigration Enforcement Officer and the woman was a Police Officer. I didn't know what they meant and Daddy, er Tom, had told me not to talk to strangers. So I didn't say anything. The police lady spoke into her phone and after a while the nice lady turned up," Angel replied. "Did you talk to the nice lady?" I asked. Angel said "Not at first. She took me to her car and said she was from Social Services and it was her job to make sure children found in the street are safe. I told her I wasn't a child and my name was Angel. She looked surprised. She said she would take me home and check with my parents." * Audrey picked her office phone and called John. "Hi, John, I think I have found Angel! A girl of East Asian appearance was picked up during a routine immigration check. She spoke perfect English without any trace of a foreign accent, but seemed to be very immature for her age. I was on standby and I was asked to assess her vulnerability. I talked her into telling me her name was Angel and into taking her home. When I got there I spoke to a man who said he was her father, although he was English. He was charming and grateful for me bringing Angel home. John, he fitted David's description. Can we meet tonight?" "After all these years, it looks like we've a lead at last!" replied, "yes, of course we can meet." "Oh I'm glad, I'll call Mike and George and ask them to join us," said Audrey, "see you later, bye bye." Later they all met at Audrey's. Audrey had bought Mike and George up to date when she rang them. After they had greeted each other and had settled down with drinks John opened up the discussion, "According to the electoral register there is a Tom Stranger at that address but no other adult. There is no record of a girl called Angel, but the neighbourhood police officer has confirmed he has seen a girl who looks Chinese going into the house, and no other unusual activities. He has never seen another adult, not even a visitor. The description of the man and girl matches David and Angel and, if you remember, Angel's behaviour was quiet and childish." "So do you think Alec is with them?" asked Audrey. "I have no idea and I have no grounds for a warrant to enter the house or indeed officially carry out an investigation. We need evidence of another occupant that could be Alec or indeed Alice," replied John. "Close your ears, John! If I can get close enough to hack into the house wifi, assuming there is one of course, I may be able to find evidence of other occupants or even Alec," contributed George. Audrey jumped in. "There was one of those wifi video doorbells." "That means there should be a reasonable wifi signal outside the house and maybe there are other wifi cameras inside. Give me the address, I'll go back to my office, pick up some kit and sniff around to see if I can hack into the home network." "There is not much more we can do tonight," said John, "but I will ask the local police to keep an eye out. I suggest we meet up again tomorrow night here, if that is alright with you Audrey?" "Of course," she confirmed. The following evening they met again, George had already rang around during the day to tell everyone he had the proof they needed. "I was lucky to be able to park close to the house. It was easy to hack into the network. I noticed there were cameras on the system, but the signal was too weak to capture any video. But I was able to upload a trojan onto their computer. This morning, when back in my office, I hacked back into the network. There were four cameras including the doorbell camera. One had a view of the hall and two had views of what appear to be bed sitting rooms in a basement. One of the rooms was occupied by a Chinese girl who I recognised as Angel, the other by a middle-aged woman who looked remarkably like Alice and who I am convinced is Alec. There is also another young girl in the house who I saw bringing food to Angel and the woman. I had to delete all traces of my activities this morning, but the trojan is still embedded on David's computer," explained George. "Did Alec look okay," asked Audrey. "No, the woman looked distant and showed very little emotion. She sat mainly in an armchair motionless. At one point she got up and retrieved a note hidden in a book, read it and cried. Don't forget, we are not sure she is Alec. If it is Alec, then it is just not Alec dressed as Alice, she has the look and body of a woman including what look like natural breasts. Audrey, you must be prepared for a shock." "I just want my husband back, whatever he or she looks like," sobbed Audrey, "what do we do now?" "I had a private word with the Borough Commander and explained to her that we suspect that Audrey's husband had been assaulted and was being kept in captivity, but did not have admissible evidence. However, Social Services through Audrey had concerns that Angel was not who she appeared to be and they suspect she is being abused. Although there is no evidence, the circumstances are suspicious. The local council has no record of Angel, or a girl at that address, including school attendance. I added that it is a senior social worker's opinion, after talking to Angel and her so-called father, that the girl may be at risk. As it may involve a child, that would be sufficient to enter and search for the girl and to take her into care, if it is the case," said John. "Tomorrow, I will put in motion the authority for representatives of Social Services, supported by the Police, to enter and search the house," said Audrey, pleased that there was a way they could proceed without compromising any future legal proceedings. The following afternoon Audrey rang John. "John, my Director has agreed to our proposal and is aware that my missing husband may be in the house, but off the record. I will lead on behalf of Social Services and the local police will provide two police officers and a female detective to support me. My attendance can be justified if challenged, I would have no idea about Alec's presence, but the father may become suspicious if you were in attendance." "I understand and totally agree! Good luck," replied John. The following morning the detective rang the doorbell, Audrey and the two police officers stayed back out of sight. The door opened and Tom appeared. "Police! I am Detective Sergeant Patel and this is Audrey Black from Social Services," said the detective showing her warrant. Audrey stepped forward and stated. "We have reason to believe that a young girl is at risk and I am authorised to search the house and, if I am satisfied that it may be the case, I will take her into care for her protection." The DS Patel then added, "Please step out of the house and stay with these police officers," she said pointing to the two Constables, "you are not under arrest." One of the officers started to caution Tom, he tried to run but they quickly apprehended and handcuffed him. Audrey and the detective soon found a young girl in the kitchen. She could only speak a little English "I not a girl, I am a boy," pointing at himself, "I Romanian." He was dressed in a white short sleeved top and pink shorts. His blond hair was tied in a ponytail and there were signs of budding breasts. "I am glad I brought support," said Audrey. She took out her mobile. "Susan, can you come into the house? We have found a young Romanian boy dressed as a girl. Can you look after him until the Police have collected any evidence they need. I'll bring him to the front door. Thanks." Audrey turned to the detective "I think you may have a crime scene." She nodded "yes, I'm afraid I agree. I'll call SOCO" (Scene of Crime Officers). They checked the rest of the house and then went down to the basement, there were two doors. Despite Audrey's natural impatience she hoped that they would find Angel first, as she was the 'official' victim. They pushed the door open and entered a bedsitting room. They saw a girl lying still on a double bed. They rushed over to her. Audrey checked her and said. "Thank God, she is alive. She doesn't appear to be injured so I'll turn her over." Angel looked blankly into the distance. "She appears to be in a state of shock, please call the paramedics," she said to DS Patel, "I wouldn't be surprised that she has been raped, I'll call another of my staff to look after her." Angel stirred, she looked up at Audrey and a brief smile appeared and she whispered, "You are the nice lady," then she closed her eyes. They stayed with her until the social worker arrived, the paramedics arrived soon after. "OK, lets try the other room. Are you ready Audrey," said the detective. * I could hear movement outside and then voices next door in Angel's room. I thought about going through our shared bathroom, but then I thought Tom may not like it. So I just remained seated. I could hear more movement and then my door opened slowly. I looked up and saw two women, one of them gasped when she saw me. She just stood there looking at me with her hand over her mouth, then she gave a big smile. I was frightened, I haven't seen anyone other than Tom and Angel for as long as I could remember, but there was something about the smiling woman. The other one approached me, I pulled back and she stopped. I stared at the woman at the door, there was a memory at the back of my mind that I just couldn't reach. They looked silently at me with a look of anticipation. I put away my secret note just before I heard the people outside. I kept to my daily routine in reading it, although I did not understand the note or why I felt compelled to read it, but the note said it was me that had written it and I must read it again everyday. As I looked at her joyful face the message in the note started to come into focus and then it hit me and I came to my senses and I recognised her. "Audrey," I cried, "it's you!" I burst into tears as she rushed forward and hugged me. "Alec, oh, Alec," she sobbed, "I have so longed for this day!" "No, I'm Tess," I said with uncertainty, "no, wait I remember now, I am Alec and you are my wife!" The detective interrupted "Audrey, we need to get SOCO in to process Alec and for him to be examined by a police doctor, unless Alec, you need medical treatment or are uncomfortable with an examination." "I feel fine and am happy to cooperate in any way. I know I am under the influence of drugs that have made me docile and subservient, so a blood test should be taken as soon as possible," I said, "oh, you have seen Angel?" "Yes we rescued her just now and she is with one of Audrey's colleagues and one of my officers," replied the detective. "You should also test her for drugs and last night I vaguely seemed to remember her being raped," I said. I don't know why I was talking about drugs, it just seemed something I knew about. "I bet you can't wait to get home and see your daughters, they don't know yet that you have been found so it will be a surprise in more ways than one!" said Audrey. I wasn't sure what Audrey was talking about. "This is my home," I said pointing around my room, "and Angel was my daughter, but last night Tom said she was now my sister and she was his wife also." The detective turned to Audrey, "I think Alec has only recognised you and that you are his wife and his name is Alec, but that is as much as he appears to remember. Although he is aware that he is under the influence of drugs." "Alec, or would you prefer to be called Tess?" asked the detective. "I'm Tess, but you can call me Tessie. But I know I am also Alec," I replied. "Tessie, you said this is your home. Do you want to stay here or go with Audrey?" asked the detective. "I have to stay here with Tom and Angel," I replied a little distressed. "Tessie, I have to tell you Tom has been arrested and Angel is being taken into care. There will be nobody else here," said the detective. "But Angel always brings me my meals and Tom looks after me," I said. "Why don't go with Audrey to her home. She can look after you," said the detective who then turned to Audrey, "with your professional experience I am happy for her to go with you tonight but tomorrow we must consult a doctor. She can go once SOCO have collected their evidence. They will have to keep all her belongings for the time, including what she is wearing, but they will give her something to wear. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm calling Alec 'she', it seems so natural." "Don't worry detective, I keep thinking of her as, oh there you go, I just referred to Alec as 'her', but I can't get used to Tessie!" said Audrey, "Alec would you like to stay with me tonight? I can give you something to eat." I hesitated, I didn't want to upset Tom, but it seemed right that I should be with Audrey so I replied, "Yes, if you think it will be alright." One of the Scene of Crime Officers picked up the book in which I had hidden my note. I was horrified and shouted "stop!" I grabbed the book and took out the note. Audrey looked at me quizzically. "Can I have a look at the note please Alec?" I handed it to her, she read it and burst into tears. She then read part of it aloud, "You are happily married. Your wife's name is Audrey. You must remember her face. When you see her you will remember this and that your name is Alec. You must read this note everyday and remember what it says. You must keep it a secret place. You wrote this note for yourself." It was time, I was very nervous. I don't remember ever leaving my room. But it was time to go home. * The police carried out a thorough investigation into Tom. It was difficult but eventually the truth unravelled, although we will never know if it was all the truth. Tom was gay and had married another man and they lived as a man and woman. Tom wanted a child and one day he picked up a very young Chinese boy in a shopping centre. His spouse was horrified and wanted nothing to do with the boy and walked out. Tom, right from the beginning brought the boy up as a girl and called her Angel. Angel never went to school, never had any friends or did anything girls, and boys, normally do. When old enough Angel helped around the house and eventually became a young housekeeper. She had been brought up to be subservient to her Daddy, Tom. On approaching puberty, Tom put her on hormones so she would develop as a girl. She was allowed out of the house to run errands but was warned not to talk to anyone. No one except Tom knew she wasn't a girl, not even Angel. With no education or social contact she never matured. Angel's age was never determined, but it was thought she was older than she looked but had the maturity of a young girl. DNA and other tests suggested that her father was English and her mother was from the Fujian province of China, but her ancestors probably migrated to Malaysia. Her parents were never traced. She was offered gender reassignment, but she didn't understand and therefore was unable to give her consent. Instead of going into care, it was decided she would come and live with Audrey and I for the time being. Audrey could keep a professional eye on her and our teenage daughters could be sisters to her. She gradually came out of her shell. We don't know what adulthood will bring. I never knew if Audrey thought that Angel calling me Mummy was amusing or disconcerting! The Romanian boy dressed as a girl had been taken by Tom to replace Angel. Fortunately, he was returned to his parents who had reported him missing. Angel had not met him before and no one was really sure how he got his budding breasts. Now, you are no doubt wondering about me! I returned to my home which I left over three years ago, it seemed vaguely familiar which later helped me in my recovery. Our daughters had been warned about what happened to me and they hugged me and cried with tears of joy when I came in with Audrey. I wasn't sure what to do as I did not recognise them at the time, but I decided to play along and it was comforting. * Audrey said to me "we better get you out of that overall, come upstairs." I followed her and in a bedroom took off the overall the police had given me. "Wow, you are a woman my dear and you need to lose some weight!" Sitting and lying in my room all day meant the only 'exercise' I got was when Tom came to me in the evening. The hormones that Tom had secretly dosed me with did their job and gave me the natural breasts and curves of a woman, but excess fat had made me more voluptuous. "None of your old clothes will fit you and mine and the girls' are too small. Let me measure you." She then left and went downstairs and after a short while returned. "I've asked the girls to nip out and buy some suitable clothes for you tonight and tomorrow and then we can decide what to do. Now let's have something to eat!" She left the room and I sat down on the bed. She came back in and said "Alec, put the overalls back on and come downstairs!" I normally stay in my room and I was in a mental state where I only did what I was told. The girls came back from the high street giggling. I dreaded what they may have bought me. Our younger daughter took out from one of the bags a large white plain full cup bra "we will certainly know whose this is when sorting out the washing!" They all laughed and I joined in! I didn't remember that the bras I had bought in the past were far more racier. I was surprised how comfortable the bra was and I certainly needed the support. They had also bought me a pair of slacks and a top and a pair of plain pyjamas. I was relieved. I just wanted something practical to wear at first. It took about a week for me to recover my mind, will and memories. I was no longer being given any drugs and after suffering withdrawal symptoms my body cleansed itself. I went from believing I was a woman married to Tom, but knowing I was also called Alec and married to Audrey, to knowing I was a man, who was kidnapped, feminised and kept in a basement room for the sexual pleasures of a gay man. And I remembered that I was a crossdresser and I needed to talk to Audrey about my secret. We sat down together on the sofa in our living room, the girls were out, and we looked at each other lovingly. Our sex life had returned. It was different, the hormones had had the effect, the experiences for both of us were more enjoyable and I was more emotional. My manhood was diminished but still a delight to both of us. The doctors had advised us this morning that returning me back to normal was not a good option. I could have a mastectomy, but it would take time for me to regain a manly body and look more natural as a man. Although my voice had not changed and my beard continued to grow. "Alec, now you're back in mind and body, albeit not your original, what do you think lies ahead of us?" asked Audrey softly. "Before I answer that there is something I need to tell you, dear," said Alec. Audrey interrupted me. "If it is about, how should I put it? Let's just say Alice! I've known about you since we first started dating. We wives have also known about the Lavender Hill Ladies Luncheon Club and we insist on joining in from now on!" She said with a grin and then hugged me. "And Mike has told me about your misadventure that he had set up." I was surprised and relieved. "And before you say anything, you are my husband, lover and best friend as Alec, as Alice or both." I was emotional, no doubt due to my feminisation, and quiet for a moment. "Actually, I always sort of knew that you knew, but I enjoyed the pretence. But you do understand that my so-called blind date was intended to be no more than an unplanned experience, nothing else." "Yes, I know Alec, don't worry. I spent over three years looking and waiting for you, if I was suspicious it would have been easy for me to walk away. We'll go forward together," said my loving wife. "As a crossdresser do you find your current look exciting?" "Well, I have been living as and believing I was a woman for the whole time I was away. It is something I got used to, despite my state, and doesn't horrify me now I have my full faculties again. I enjoyed dressing and presenting myself as a woman and not needing padding and so on makes it even more enjoyable. Back in the day I was quite content to be Alice just once a month and I didn't have the urge to take it further. I am a man and I want to live my life as a man, as a husband and as a father. But how do I do that looking as I do?" I asked without seeking an answer. "You are very lucky to have your own devoted social worker who has been taking a very personal interest in your case," said Audrey with a wide grin. "Oh, I do, do I? Who's that then?" I asked knowingly. "Someone very close," said my wife. "I have never had a case of forced feminisation, but I have had crossdressing and transgender clients, including those who have regretted their changes. Reversing feminisation does not appear to be very successful and can create new problems." "You will feel comfortable dressed as a woman with your body as it is now. Your male clothes would not fit properly and even if you were re- masculinised it may not look right. Maybe you could live with it but why? I think you should accept that to the outside world you are for all intents and purposes a woman called Alice. They will not see the man or indeed to see what lies beneath your skirt!" she reassured. "But to your family and close friends you will be a man called Alec. Regardless of how you are dressed, we would not see a woman, we would see a husband, a father or a good mate." "So I suggest for the time being that there should be no physical changes, well except for getting your hair done!," she laughed, "and we go and buy you a wardrobe of women's clothes, and for wearing at home clothes for a man but to fit a woman. You should train your voice to help pass as Alice but keep your normal voice as Alec. What do you think?" "I think I would like that," I replied, "I don't want gender reassignment but I do want to be accepted by strangers and acquaintances," but best of all I can be Alec to my family and friends and that is important to me. One change I think I will go for now is electrolysis. I don't want to wear heavy makeup to cover a five o'clock shadow and shaving is a chore anyway." "I go along with that," said my wife, "let's see what the girls think!" The unanimous opinion was that if I couldn't successfully go back to being a man and that living two lives was the next best thing and could be fun for all of us. We settled down to a normal family life at home, except for the father's obvious breasts and shapely body. I lost weight. I was less voluptuous and Audrey said I had a body that a middle-aged woman would be proud of. She was envious on my well-formed younger looking breasts, I had not had them long enough to sag. I had ditched the bra the girls bought me, it was now too large, but kept it as a souvenir. Audrey decided I should have the full treatment for when I ventured out. And deep inside I was thrilled. She took me to her, now our, hairdresser and we decided to keep my shoulder length hair, but in a simple flattering style. I could pull back their hair into a ponytail when I was Alec and wear it down or dressed any various ways when I was Alice. I kept my nails manicured, not too long but still feminine, and my eyebrows trimmed but not too thin. In due course I did have my beard and body hair removed which enhanced the look of my now softer skin. I was still a crossdresser, but with looks and the body of a woman. So I relished shopping with Audrey for my wardrobe and going out and presenting myself as a woman. "Alec, I have been supporting the family while you were in captivity and earn enough for all of us. Have you thought about what you are going to do? And don't worry I am not suggesting you become a housewife or a maid, or maybe that's it!" she said impishly. "I have been wondering if I should pick up my consultancy business again. I have been thinking about how clients would react to Alice and what would happen when I am an expert witness in court. Clients do not want any complications such as having a woman presenting evidence but with a man's CV. As Alice I would have to disclose who I am or build up my goodwill all over again from the start. I could work solely online or by phone, but that would mean cutting back on the services I had been offering. And I have nearly four years of catching up to do, I can't provide out-of-date advice. On the other hand, I could don a maid's uniform, perhaps a sexy French Maid one, if that is your desire, mistress." I said with mock servitude. "That would be ideal," replied my wife, "not!" "Glad to hear it! You had me worried for a moment." Wearing a sexy costume for pleasure is one thing, doing the housework and serving my wife dressed as a maid was not my scene at all! "I do have an idea. I can work at home and help Angel, and maybe do some household chores? If you agree, I am going to become a full time writer!" "That would work, if you are any good that is!" said Audrey. "What had you in mind?" "I could write text books on forensic investigations, as Alec, and I could dabble in fiction, as Alice. I can draw on my professional experience, I have been involved in some exciting cases, and my personal experiences as a Lavender Hill Girl, a Lavender Hill Lady and a forcely feminised captive!" * Alec didn't write any text books, but Alice became a best selling author of crime novels featuring the adventures of a female author and amateur detective and a crossdressing policeman. Alec was in his element attending literary events elegantly attired as Alice. Audrey would normally attend in a private capacity, out of the limelight to protect Alec's privacy. After Alec's return to his family and quick recovery, the Lavender Hill Ladies Luncheon Club started their monthly lunches again, but now their spouses accompany them. They were a remarkable group, meeting either at Mike's place or in a pub restaurant. The 'Ladies' felt more confident that, with the three wives, that they would be seen as a group of ladies who lunch and lived life. Angel quickly matured to be a young adult with the help and guidance of Audrey and Alec and the sisterly companionship of the girls. She is still convinced she's a natural girl, but now called Alec 'Mum' and only occasionally 'Mummy'. Tom Strange's trial was sensational. Fortunately with Audrey's experience and contacts they managed to keep the victim's identities secret despite the persistent probing by the tabloid press and internet commentators. Tom was given a life sentence. The other inmates give him a very bad time as they believed he was a pedophile, despite there being no accusations or evidence. Angel was most likely no longer a minor when she was raped by Tom. * "I'm off now Audrey," I called upstairs to my wife. She comes rushing down and gives me a kiss. "Oh, Alec, I do wish I could come with you." I reply with a smile. "Of course you can, you know the new rule - spouses included!" They were both wearing pretty summer dresses as they set off arm-in-arm to join the other members of the Lavender Hill Ladies Luncheon Club. Angel came to, she is an honorary member of the club. "Hi, Maggie, I have something for you," I said, handing her a carrier bag, "Thank you for lending me a handbag and jacket. Sorry, I wasn't able to return them earlier!" ***** The Ladies will be back in "The Lavender Hill Ladies and the Kenton Manor Maids" * Appendix The Lavender Hill Ladies, a brief description The Lavender Hill Ladies started as the Lavender Hill Girls, when four straight crossdressing undergraduates shared a student house in Lavender Hill in southwest London. They are now middle aged and live in or around north London. Alec Black (Alice) Alec's femme name is Alice. He was a freelance forensic scientist but now writes crime mysteries under the name Alice White. His personal and literary lives are kept separate. The main characters of his books are a famous author of crime stories and amateur detective, Diane Singleton, and a crossdressing private detective, Paul Dymond. Diane is a woman based loosely on Alice, while Paul is based loosely on John. Audrey Black Audrey is Alec's wife. They have two teenage children Emily and Beth. Audrey is a senior social worker. Mike (Maggie) Mike's femme name is Maggie. He is single and works at home. He manages his own investments. Mike becomes Maggie most weekends and often during the week. He does have girlfriends from time to time, but is yet to find a partner that can embrace his femme side. He is a martial arts sifu (master) and trains residents of a women's refuge in self defence. John (Janet) John is a straight middle aged crossdresser and a Detective Inspector with the Metropolitan Police. He is married to Joan, a tax accountant. He mainly dresses for Lavender Hill Ladies' gatherings. George (Gina) George is a straight middle aged crossdresser and has his own consultancy specialising in IT security. He is married to Grace, a graphic designer. Like John he mainly dresses for Lavender Hill Ladies' gatherings. Angel Angel is a feminised euroasian with unknown Chinese and European parents and was probably born in the UK. He was kidnapped as a very young boy and was brought up as a girl. As a young woman, she lives with the Blacks as they help her adjust to a new life. She is an honorary Lavender Hill Lady. She thinks she is a woman.