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TRIUMPH by enduringshades This is a story in three parts, acts if you will, with a total of twelve chapters. It tells the adventure of an English middle-aged crossdresser: his lesbian friend and his crossdressing friend on one side; and, his friend's wife and her lesbian lover on the other. It is a story that features crossdressing and LBGT characters and scenes. It is a story of financial shenanigans, kidnapping, mistaken identity, captivity, forced feminisation, role play, loyalty, retribution and a private hotel catering for guests with alternative lifestyles; and lots of crossdressing fantasies on the way. There is some violence and varied sexual scenes within the context of the story, but if lust and eroticism is your thing then you will probably be disappointed. There are plenty of clues about the characters and the various plots. It all turns out well in the end for the good guys. The narrative has a number of interlocking strands. So to help you I have provided a list of characters or principal players at the start of each Act and full lists of players and fictional places as part of the 'Author's Notes' at the end of the story after Act 3. Some of you may recognise that I have used British car marques for character names and Triumph models for fictional places and businesses. How many do you think you will spot? (Don't worry if you don't know anything about classic British cars you can still enjoy the story!) All is revealed in my notes at the end. And sorry to any readers who thought the story was about a Triumph bra and not a Triumph car, maybe another time! I have tried to follow the convention to refer to a character's name and to use pronouns appropriate to the gender being presented or referred to. Dialogue or context could be an exception. The story is set in the Southern Counties of England. For non-British readers, if there is anything cultural or geographical you are not familiar with, can I suggest you use Google or another search engine? I am sorry, but I started to write an international version, but the story lost some of its realism and colour. TRIUMPH was my first attempt at writing fiction, a learning experience and an experiment in many ways. It was originally for my own amusement, but the exercise morphed into something more substantial. I was influenced by what I was reading on Fictionmania and embraced a number of common themes. I went on to write more stories and have posted them on Fictionmania. TRIUMPH now joins them. Enjoy the story, I did! This is the first Act, the other two Acts are to follow. _____ TRIUMPH (THE COMPLETE STORY) PROLOGUE ACT 1 ROAD TO HELL Our hero borrows a classic sports car and our heroine discovers her new life. Chapter 1 TR3 Chapter 2 Housekeeper Chapter 3 The Plan Chapter 4 Reality ACT 2 HELL Our heroine experiences the good, the bad and the ugly. Chapter 5 Training Chapter 6 Dressing up Chapter 7 Room service Chapter 8 Heaven and Hell ACT 3 ROAD TO HEAVEN Our heroine goes from the worst in her life to the best in his. Chapter 9 Discovery Chapter 10 Reunited Chapter 11 Endgame Chapter 12 Legacy POSTSCRIPT AUTHOR'S NOTES _____ PROLOGUE I have been an avid reader of Fictionmania for a number of years now, mainly crossdressing stories. So after my experiences over the last year, I decided to get down on paper, well in the cloud really, on what took place as my contribution to the FM community. I draw upon my own and my friends' experiences and from police interviews. Telling my story has helped me come to terms with what happened and has been quite therapeutic. Charles Austin (alias Alice Singer) _____ TRIUMPH ACT 1 ROAD TO HELL Our hero borrows a classic car and our heroine discovers her new life. ACT 1 PRINCIPAL PLAYERS Charles Austin / Alice Singer / Davina Morris, the storyteller Brenda Riley, Charles's friend David Wolseley / Eve McClaren, Charles's friend Freda, Herald House manager Gina, Vitesse Pleasures company nurse Harriet, Herald House wardrobe mistress and dressmaker Ivy Wolseley, nee Bond, David's wife Josie, Ivy's lover CHAPTER 1 TR3 'I'm glad I wore my wrap,' I thought with a shiver. It was a warm spring evening but a breeze was coming in off the sea and I was beginning to feel the chill. David had called me yesterday. He asked if we could meet for dinner tonight. He said he would like to bring me up to date with a development in his life and also to ask me for a favour which he knew I would be pleased to accept. I was intrigued. I was heading for the 'Toledo,' a new prestigious hotel overlooking the promenade not far from Brighton's LBGT quarter. David had booked a table at the hotel's restaurant. It was sometime since I last dressed up, another reason why I was looking forward to the occasion. As I entered the bustling restaurant, a receptionist welcomed me. "Good evening, have you booked a table?" "Good evening to you," I replied, "I am meeting David Wolsely." The receptionist looked at his tablet and smiled. "Yes madam, he is already here, let me show you to your table." As we approached the candlelit table, David stood up like a gentleman, gave me a kiss on the cheek and helped me to my seat. I took off my wrap, showing off my dress, and placed it with my bag on an empty seat. David remarked. "I love your dress, the red colour and bodycon style suits you and I like the way the bodice drapes over your breasts." "Oh, thank you, you flatter me sir!" I replied demurely but enthusiastically, I was pleased I had decided to wear the low-cut sleeveless dress. "It is my favourite, it fits me well and is not too tight." "Is it taffeta?" David asked. "Yes, but not real taffeta. It looked quite different on the website model. They were selling plus size clothes but the model was slender, which is not surprising, but I was very pleased how the larger size looks on me. And I do get a kick out of pulling on and zipping up a dress that snuggly fits my body!" David and I made small talk while we were looking at the menu. When the waitress came to take our order David took over so I did not have to say anything. We had our main course and while waiting for dessert David took my hand and said, "Alice I have something to tell you and I would appreciate it you let me finish before you ask any questions or say anything." He let go of my hand and continued. "We have known each over for a couple of years now, but we have respected each other's privacy and there is much you do not know about me. First I should tell you that I married a year ago. Sorry I did not invite you to the wedding, I had my reasons, but don't worry they had nothing to do with you." "The marriage has not been particularly successful so far. The sex has been great, but not very frequent. My wife is not always around or in the mood. She is in her late thirties, attractive and well groomed and she dresses in the latest fashions; she probably doesn't realise my interest in what she wears. What you also don't know is that I am somewhat well off. I have a large number of investments which I manage myself and my income keeps her in the luxury and a position in society she aspires to." "Recently, I have become convinced that she only married me for my money, but I have little to go on. I have my suspicions that she is planning to take control of some, if not all, of my wealth and assets. I have not been honest with her as I have not told her of my crossdressing. She is becoming suspicious about what I have been doing when we are not together and the feeling is mutual." David continued. "But that is not what I wanted to tell you. Alice. I am transitioning. I have been giving it a great deal of thought. I have started a course of hormones under the supervision of a highly reputable private clinic. In a few days time I am moving away to be on my own and live as Eve for a year as a lead up to SRS. I have not fully made up my mind about the long term, but a lot depends on my experiences over the next twelve months." David paused and I took the opportunity to interrupt him. "David I have a shedload of questions which can wait until you finish, but I have to ask you this. Are you attracted to men or women or both?" I was conscious about him holding my hand, we have linked arms before, but we had never held hands. ***** Before I continue with my tale let me tell you something of myself. My name is Charles Austin, I am straight but I love to occasionally dress and present myself as a woman. I am not into alternative lifestyles, but I do read stories on FM that may include such themes. I have no desire to live as a woman, I just enjoy going out and socialising en femme - the fun bits without everyday life experienced by trans and cis gender women. Unlike many of the heroines in FM stories, I am not short for a man nor of slight build. My hair is not long and nor tied back in a ponytail, in fact it is thinning on top and turning grey. I have to shave daily. I am overweight and middle aged. Not your typical fantasy crossdresser, more your average FM reader I suspect (of course I am not referring to your dear reader). UK size 20 clothes fit me quite well with the aid of breast forms, cincher, hip and rear pads and shapewear. Do you also find modern shapewear is not as good as an old school girdle in flattening your tummy? Mind you presenting as a woman with a bit of a tummy doesn't look out of place nowadays! Like me David was also middle aged, perhaps just a few years younger. He was of a similar height, which was great as Eve would not tower over Charles and David would not tower over Alice. Eve was also plump but not as much as me, she could wear a smaller dress size. We both thought that presenting as middle-aged plus-size women, provided we wore clothes appropriate to our ages and sizes, was more convincing than when we were younger. Neither of us could really pass, but as older women we both looked more natural and did not attract unwanted attention. I had never been out in the public realm until quite recently after I started using a dressing service, it was the makeover that made the difference. A proper makeover gives me a more feminine face and a lot more confidence. ***** David smiled at my question. "Do you want another coffee?" he asked as he summoned the waitress. "Oh Alice, I have only been attracted to women but I have wondered with new experiences if that would change. One of the things in my life, that led to start transitioning, has been my marriage, or rather, my sex life since marrying. I have always been faithful to my wife, keeping my crossdressing secret is not quite the same as being unfaithful, but the nature of our sex life was not what I was expecting or had experienced before." "As I said it is not as frequent as I had hoped, but it is passionate but gentle, however never special. But what was I not expecting was how infrequently we have penetrative sex, she prefers it I use my hands and mouth to caress her and to bring her to a climax. And she has given me a dildo. Anal sex is never mentioned or intimated, which was some relief as that was a bit of a no go area for me. I hope I am not embarrassing you," he said with a smile. The waitress brought us our coffees. I loved it when the waitress placed mine in front of me and said, "Enjoy, madam." I am quite sure she knows I am a man but such a small courtesy gives me such pleasure! When we were alone again, he smiled and said, "We were making love like lesbians, well that was the conclusion I came to. The nice thing about it was I enjoyed it except that I only came when we fucked, usually when she wanted me to penetrate her. It was not that often, but it seemed to satisfy her at a more basic level. Anyway, I thought it would be nice to make lesbian love, but in a more equal and loving relationship, that was a catalyst for me to seriously consider transitioning, something that had always been there in me." David paused to give me a chance to say something but I was digesting what he had been telling me and I just sat there in silence. So he continued. "So, to get around to asking your question, I am not gay and I am only attacted to women. However, as I become more feminised and certainly if I go for SRS, I may be curious and open up my horizons. I look forward to moving on from presenting myself occasionally as a woman to living as a woman full time." It was clear David hadn't finished, which was not surprising as out of the blue he was spilling out to me major changes in his life and, I expect, in our friendship. I just said, "Wow," again flummoxed and speechless. He continued. "In a few days time I am going to set myself as Eve McClaren in an apartment near Vauxhall overlooking the Thames, and that is as much as I will disclose and only to you. I am going to cut all contact with friends, family and acquaintances for the time being. I will just disappear until I have shielded all my assets from my wife and put any concerns, real or imaginary, aside. It will also delay any reason for my wife to seek a divorce or settlement using the revelation that I am trans as grounds." Before I could say anything, I really didn't know where to start, he continued with a big smile. "Now I want to ask you for a favour which I know you would be pleased to accept. While I am away I would like you to look after my Triumph TR3? I can't keep it in Vauxhall and I do not want to leave it at any of my other properties. Let my wife assume that I took it with me." "As you know it has had a 'bolt and nut' restoration so should not need any major work for the time being. As an historic vehicle, there is no vehicle tax to pay and if it is not your everyday car it can be insured for quite a small premium. We will register you as the keeper with Vehicle Licensing and I will give you a bill of sale in case my wife tries to trace it. I will also inform the TR3 Society so you can take advantage of my membership. So it won't cost you much, all I ask is for you to enjoy it by taking it for regular spins until my life settles into its new normal." All the news that David had been telling was temporarily put aside. The car was his pride and joy, having owned it since his early twenties. It was a classic two-seater British sports car of the late fifties. I would normally refuse such an offer but given the circumstances I couldn't turn it down and I was very excited! I burst out. "Of course, I would be delighted to look after the car until I can return it." He looked relieved. "Excuse me for a moment Alice, I need to visit the loo." ***** While he was gone I looked around at our fellow diners. Most were well dressed, I was pleased I had chosen to wear my favourite cocktail dress. David had wanted to meet for dinner as Alice and David. He probably suggested Brighton as that is where the dressing service studio was located, I was pleased they could squeeze me in for a makeover earlier this afternoon. I had packed everything I was going to wear into a large holdall and got dressed at the studio after my makeover. I was nearly 8pm when I was ready, my male personna doesn't let me be late. For me choosing clothes and accessories and putting together outfits was half the fun. I dress for myself, I don't dress to attract attention. But tonight, I have dressed to impress David, but that's friendly rivalry between crossdressers! I have been crossdressing on and off since my early teens, but didn't start wearing complete outfits of my own clothes until my mid-twenties, when I had the money and the opportunity to do so. Over the years since then I have tended to change with the times and wear contemporary clothes and to think more like a woman; I believe I wear clothes that a woman of my age would pick out and not what a man would choose. Fashion and my special needs permitting, I would also go for comfort. Another advantage of being a middle-aged crossdresser was my bare arms did not look out of place and with a wider body shape my shoulders were more in proportion. When I was younger, I wore dresses and tops with sleeves that played down my shoulders. As it was a low-cut dress, I needed to wear a suitable bra. Being overweight means I can create a satisfactory cleavage with tape. One I am proud off, very femine but not too prominent and with a suggestion of real breasts. I do not have a large bra collection, although over the years I must have owned quite a few. Nowadays I like to wear sculptured bras and I wore one in black which I had bought so I could show some cleavage. I have always bought my own lingerie, including shapewear, from Marks and Spencer. When I first started crossdressing there was no online shopping, so I had to pluck up the courage and go into the store and buy what I wanted myself. I am quite comfortable buying my lingerie and shapewear from M&S as Charles. The staff just treat a man buying lingerie as a normal everyday activity, and I suspect it is, and they do not bat an eyelid; no smirks, cutting remarks or looks of disgust. Though sometimes I get strange looks from other customers, usually older people. I tend not to browse and just go and choose what I want and then go and pay. Before I visit the store, I browse their website, checking details, customer reviews (sometimes a reviewer is clearly a crossdresser) and stock so I know what I want before entering a store. Then all I have to check is the look and material is what I expect. Sometimes I have shopped en femme, to buy shoes or items such as jackets, which I can try on without using a changing room which is an out-of-bounds area for me. I added matching knickers to the bra. With the dress I need to wear hip pads to create the right shape and some shapewear to hold them in place. One item, which I didn't buy from M&S, was a cincher; it creates a natural looking femine waist, very important for me. Finally I added a pair of sheer black tights. I teamed the dress with a long silver coloured wrap, my four inch black stilettos (bought from M&S and tried on in store) and a matching clutch bag. High heels are my weakness, I shouldn't be wearing four inch heels given my height and weight, but in the right place and for the right occasion it is one of my few indulgences. Normally I wear three inch heels. I added my dress watch, a simple neck chain, rings and bracelet. I wore one of my two wigs, a classic blonde bob with a side parting. The other is a longer hair wig, but I prefer shorter hair for special occasions. If I had my own hair, and a slimmer neck, then I would be wearing it up. Some say women dress to attract men, some say it is to impress other women, I dress to please the woman in the mirror, and I was pleased. I wouldn't stand up to close scrutiny, but most people would casually see a woman who's on the large size and if I was read then hopefully they will see I had made an effort. The makeover and creating a natural shape with padding and the cincher is what makes all the difference to me by being presentable and acceptable and not being seen as a man in a dress. ***** David returned and sat down. "Sorry, about that. Okay, where were we, oh yes, are you free tomorrow to pick up the car? I know it's short notice. I suggest I bring it down and meet you at a convenient station. Where do you suggest?" "How about Brighton railway station at midday? I want to leave what I am wearing now at the dressing service tonight and then I could collect them, and some other clothes I left there, tomorrow; killing two birds with one stone. It will be Charles who will meet you tomorrow as it will be a bit of a rush to change and then change back again. The TR3's cockpit is too small for Alice to drive, my tits would be crushed against the steering wheel! It is a pity as I have a nice floral full skirt that would have been ideal, but then I would have had a problem keeping my wig on, not quite the image of hair blowing in the wind. Not that I drive en femme anyway." David looked pleased and then replied, "That's great. I'll meet you at Brighton Station, we'll go and pick up your things and then go for a drive along the coast for lunch and then you drop me back at the station. It's getting late, can I walk you back to the studio?" We got up and made our way out. I actually enjoy walking through a restaurant as long as nobody is actually staring at me. Again a different experience to our FM heroine who always has men giving her admiring or lecturous glances and women with looks of jealousy as she walks through the restaurant with her wife, girl friend, boy friend, best friend, parents (choose yours). We strolled along the lit promenade arm-in-arm in silence. I could feel the sea breeze swirling around my legs and up my skirt, a feeling that I always find pleasurable even sensual; a secret experience known to skirt wearers. As we got close to the studio David said quietly. "Tomorrow will probably be the last time you will see David and in a few minutes will be the last time I will see Alice, for the time being that is." He then lifted his head and gave me a kiss on the lips, a kiss that lingered a little longer than I felt comfortable with. He pulled back, waved goodbye and walked into the night. I got back home to Stag Cottage, my home in rural Hampshire. It was once an estate worker's cottage and I liked the solitude, and being isolated helped to reduce the risk of my secret from being discovered. I picked up my phone and called one of my best friends. "Hello, Brenda Riley speaking," she said on answering. "Hi Brenda, it's Charles. I am borrowing an open top classic sports car from a friend tomorrow and I thought you might like to go for a spin with me to the New Forest for lunch, say the following day? I could pick you up at about eleven." "Yes, please!" she replied almost straight away. We had a chat, but not for long as it was quite late. I was vague with her about whose car it was as David and Brenda are not aware of each other, I keep them in separate compartments of my life. The following morning I rose with a mixture of sadness and excitement, dressed casually and called a taxi to take me to the station some five miles away. I took the train along the coast to Brighton arriving at the station just before twelve. Leaving the station I saw the red Triumph across the road at the passenger pick-up point with David standing by the car. I crossed over. We shook hands and David got into the driving seat. "Jump in and we will go and pick up your bag from the dressing service." I got carefully into the passenger seat and we set off. After leaving the dressing service I put the holdall in the boot of the car. When seated I said to David. "Why don't we head for the 'The Spitfire' for a pub lunch? It was where we first had lunch as David and Charles and I think quite appropriate for this final lunch, well for the time being anyway." We found a table in the pub garden with splendid views of the Sussex Downs in the distance. "Did you know this pub is on land taken over by the RAF for use as an airfield during the Second World War and was used as a mess for Spitfire pilots? When the airfield was eventually closed, the pub reopened as 'The Spitfire'." We started reminiscing. "David, it seems only like yesterday I first met Eve, although it was a fews ago. You remember we met at the dressing service we were both using." David smiled and replied, "The owner knew us both and thought we could get on together, and how right he was. After speaking to both of us, he arranged for us to meet at the dressing service studio." I continued. "We decided to meet en femme, Alice and Eve hit it off right away. We went into the city centre and had a good lunch at an LBGT friendly restaurant. After returning to the studio we resumed our male personas and agreed to meet up again, but as Charles and David." "I remember," said David, "it was a week later and we had lunch here. I really treasure that time and since then we have remained the best of friends." "Yes when it was just Charles and David then it was as typical mates - no touching, keep apart - no more than a handshake or a slap on the back!" I reminisced. "But as Alice and Eve we were the best of girl friends! And when one of us was en femme we were like a couple, taking the other's arm or a peck on the cheek when we met. Nothing intimate, just normal behaviour between friends." We spent the rest of the time talking about the car. We had finished our lunch and some fine ales from one of the county's craft breweries, just one for me as I would be driving, and David said, "Sorry Charles, but I need to get back to London, will you take me to the station?" "Of course but before we go can you take a photo of me with the car?" I asked David handing him my phone. I sent the picture to Brenda with the message 'looking forward to our day out tomorrow'. We put the car's hood up as it looked like it might rain. I took over the driving and headed back into Brighton. "Charles, the girl you sent the picture of the car to, is she a close friend?" shouted David due to the noise of the engine and the wind rustling through the hood. "Well, yes and no," I replied with some embarrassment. "We are very close, but it is platonic. We are very fond of each other and spend a lot of time together." After some hesitation I continued. "I do enjoy female company but I shy away when a relationship starts to get serious. I know from what I have read and from my own experiences that I will always have the urge to dress. I believe I could not have a loving relationship for life if I kept my crossdressing secret or suppressed. I am too nervous to tell any girlfriend and we would just drift apart." I thought for a moment and then continued. "There has never been any hint of us developing a romance. I have never mentioned to her my hobby, as I do not want to lose her friendship despite the joy it would give me to share my interest with her or to go out as girlfriends. She is slim, not like us, attractive and dresses well. She is of a similar age and outlook and I think we would all get on well together, but I have always kept my two lives apart." "She sounds like her friendship is something you would not want to lose, under the circumstances, and I quite understand. Ah, we are here now," said David as he opened the car door. I got out as well and for the first time ever David and Charles had a quick manly hug. As we broke away he said to me. "I will be in touch as soon as possible though probably not until next year." I set off back home along the A27 main road really enjoying myself as I opened up the Triumph along the stretches of open four lane dual carriageway. The noise of the Standard straight-four 2 litre engine breathing through twin SU carburettors was exhilarating as I switched to overdrive. I turned off the main road onto a B road and then onto a single track rural lane leading to the village near where I lived. I noticed a black van also turning into the lane behind me. I hoped there wasn't an oncoming vehicle as the lane had tall hedges on either side with few passing places, which would mean somebody having to reverse. I was getting close to the village when I saw an oncoming car. I slowed down and stopped and so did the van behind me. The car also stopped but did not reverse and neither did the van. After a short wait I climbed out of the TR3 and walked towards the car. Someone got out of the van and followed me. The driver of the car just sat there. I hope they are not going to be stubborn! Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and I felt a sharp pain in my arm, I collapsed and everything went dark. CHAPTER 2 HOUSEKEEPER I gradually came round. I felt drowsy and disoriented. Then it dawned on me that I was lying on a bed in a darkened room. I was naked and covered with a sheet and blanket. I went to lift my right arm and it wouldn't move. My wrists and ankles seemed to be tied to the bed posts. I looked around as my vision cleared. There was a small table and a chair. On the table was my holdall. I was hungry and thirsty but at least the sheets were fresh and clean and the room nicely decorated. All sorts of scenarios went frantically through my mind. Had I been kidnapped? And why? I wasn't wealthy far from it. I was self-employed working for various clients providing management services, but I had no confidential knowledge relating to any one of them. So it was unlikely I was a hostage. I had no enemies or were aware of anybody that I had crossed and I did not owe anybody any money. In a flight of fantasy I thought it may be one of the scenarios from FM stories. But I wasn't married, nor indeed had recently broken off a serious relationship, and the only people who knew about my cross- dressing were David and the dressing service. Despite my predicament I chuckled to myself. I expect someone will come to check up on me but decided to call out. I shouted, "Hello" but nothing, I tried again with the terrifying realisation that I had lost my voice. No, I thought, you've picked up laryngitis. I was now frightened, there was no doubt about it, and thoughts just kept going around in my head. I couldn't move and had no idea where I was or why I was here. So I just had to lie there and wait until somebody came. The door opened. It could have been five minutes, it could have been five hours, I had no idea. A man appeared with his hood up and wearing a face mask. Presummally he was hiding his identity and not protecting me from a virus. "Well the pansy is awake," he snarled with a South London accent. He retreated with a smirk and closed the door again. It wasn't long before I heard footsteps approaching with the distinctive sound of high heels. "Hello," said the woman as she entered the room. She was smartly dressed and clearly someone in charge. She wore a black pencil skirt that reached just above her knee with a grey silk blouse, and three inch stilettos. I was more interested in the clothes than the woman, until she spoke. "Well, we were not expecting your surprise. Perhaps I should call you Davina or do you have another girl's name?" she said with a smirk. "Oh I forgot you cannot speak! To bring you here we gave you an injection of a cocktail of drugs to knock you out and to freeze your voice. I am sure you have many questions, but don't expect them to be answered, but then of course you can't ask them, what a shame! I will tell you this. You were kidnapped and brought here by associates of mine who will be gone once we have measures in place to stop you leaving. My boss's friend wishes you to disappear for a while. You are not a prisoner and you are not being punished, unless you misbehave, it is more of a confinement. You will not leave here or have any contact with the outside world until I'm told otherwise. I am the manager here. My name is Freda. We call this place Herald House, but it is a name not known to the public. You will respect and obey me without question at all times. You are not an employee nor are you a slave; you are a captive who has no rights. We acquired this house from a Russian oligarch. He installed state-of-art security systems. The only way in or out is by the main gate. The other gates are closed off. The estate border fences are designed not only to stop an intruder but also stop anyone who does get in from escaping. The main gate is guarded at all times and the house, outbuildings and grounds are under CCTV surveillance. The house and grounds cannot be seen from any public road or footpath. You have no chance. The good news is that once we have your personal security measures in place you will be able to leave your room to carry various tasks we have planned for you. You need to earn your keep. I will return tomorrow with our company nurse to prepare you. In the meantime I will arrange something for you to eat. My associate will untie you and stand outside the door. If you want to wear something then you have your own clothes in your bag." She turned and left without any further acknowledgement. Shortly afterwards, her associate, still hooded and masked, entered the room with a plate of sandwiches and a mug of coffee. He untied me and left. It was a bit cold for nudity, I thought I might cover myself with the blanket, but I am a crossdresser and the clothes were mine. I opened the holdall and fortunately I had more than my favourite dress to choose from. I had my other clothes that I had collected from the dressing service. The pleasure of crossdressing for me was dressing and presenting myself as a woman. Wearing a piece of clothing or just sitting around did nothing for me. But now, I was about to get dressed for comfort and modesty. I put on a black pencil skirt, a black polo neck pullover and a pair of opaque tights. I did not bother trying to achieve a femine shape or wear any accessories. The sandwiches tasted good and the coffee was of the quality of an espresso. Well at least it wasn't a bowl of gruel! After about half an hour the hooded man returned, indicated that I should lie on the bed and then he tied me up again. I could have resisted but couldn't see the point at this time. After a restless night I awoke to someone entering the room. It was a woman in scrubs, probably about thirty, she came straight across and untied me. I was still dressed under the blanket, although I had taken my skirt off. Freda followed her in. I could see that there was somebody standing in the corridor - no chance of a quick get away. Freda had brought me breakfast; a bacon roll and coffee. Well at least the food could have been enjoyable if I wasn't so worried and confused. While I was having breakfast, Freda sat on the bed and looked at me for a few moments. Then she said. "Well young lady," she stressed the 'young', "now we know your little secret, we have changed our mind about what we planned for you. I think you will find it a little more enjoyable because you will have a role here and will not be confined to your room. Let me introduce Gina to you. She is our super nurse. She is not a doctor but has specialist training to meet the needs of our business. She is here for a few days to prepare you for your new role. She will see you weekly or when you need attention. You will not be visiting any National Health Service facility. She will be giving you a general anaesthetic shortly. Tomorrow we will visit you again and reveal your anti-escape enhancements." I felt a sharp pain in my arm, as before, and it all went black. I came around, tied down, feeling groggy but nothing else. After a short while Freda and Gina reentered the room. While Gina checked me out and took various measurements, Freda with a big smirk on her face opened with. "Well, Davina I will explain what we have been doing for the last 48 hours. When I have finished, we will untie you and you can get dressed, properly this time. You can still cannot speak, but now it is semi-permanent until we reverse the procedure. We do not want you to talk to any member of staff, visitor or guest. We do not want you to seek help or gather information to help you to escape or be rescued. You will also not be able to question any orders. You will remain subservient and obedient. You may be able to feel a collar around your neck. You caused a problem for us because the one we had prepared was too tight, your neck size was bigger than we thought. The collar not only reminds you and everyone else of your subservient role, but it also contains a GPS tracker connected to the mobile data network. So if you tried to escape, or be somewhere you shouldn't be, we will be alerted and know where you are. On the back of the collar there is a ring so we can tether you. And of course only we have the key and the collar cannot be cut or pulled off without severe injury. We have fitted you with a chastity device at the request of my boss's friend and you now have a smooth femine front. Of course it also cannot be removed without injury and we have the key. Gina will regularly remove these devices for a checkup and cleaning. If you misbehave and somehow defeat these devices we will upgrade them to something more painful. We have removed all your hair using electrolysis, you will have further treatments in due course, we have shaved your head and shaped your eyebrows. They were not bad, but they are now more feminine. And finally, as you wear women's clothing you will now take on a female role, more of that later, and you will be wearing heels at least three inches high. We have adjusted your tendons so that you cannot stand or walk unless you are wearing heels. You will have difficulty running away from the house or a superior." "Have you finished Gina?" Freda asked, Gina nodded. "Good we will leave you now Davina. We will not tie you up again and the door will remain unlocked. You know what will happen if you abuse these freedoms we have allowed you. However, I suggest you stay in your room until you know which areas you can access and when. But I'll give you a starter, there is a bathroom opposite. Meals will be brought to you for the time being. That's all for now Davina, we will see tomorrow." After they left, I just laid down on the bed and cried myself to sleep. I woke to the sound of the door opening and someone putting what I expected to be lunch on the table, but I had no appetite. Eventually, I needed to go to the loo. As I got off the bed I cried out and collapsed. I forgot about the altered tendons. I painfully hobbled over to my holdall on tiptoe and pulled out a pair of three inch court shoes which I had picked up with my other things in Brighton, in what seemed to be a lifetime away and another world. I was still sore but I did manage to make it to the bathroom without further mishap and returned to my bed for more rest. I woke early the following morning feeling much better physically. I lay there feeling very frightened. Having a little more information didn't help. I got up, more weary about my need for heels this time. I went across to the bathroom and quite frankly, other than answering the call of nature I had no inclination to attend to myself. I examined my collar and chastity device and was horrified as it dawned on me the abuse I am going to have to endure until 'God Knows When'. I returned to lie on my bed and went through possible ways and means to escape. Even reading all those FM stories with similar scenarios did not help, this was real life. I had to just go along with them until it all became too much or I reached the end of my captivity as Freda had intimated. It wasn't long before Freda and Gina came in. They didn't bring me any food but had three cups of steaming coffee. As Gina gave me a checkup, Freda greeted me with a bubbling "Good morning!" I nodded in acknowledgement, no reason to be rude for the time being. Freda continued. "Today we are going to set you up in your new role. But before that let me tell you a little about us here at Herald House. We are a new venture between my boss and her friend, the owner of the estate. My boss runs a hotel in London providing special services for clients with alternative lifestyles. Herald House will provide a secluded country retreat for her clients to indulge their fantasies with more space and time than can be provided in the London hotel. We will have a soft opening next month when we will take our first carefully selected guests. We are currently discreetly recruiting locally and relocating staff from London. Some members of staff, like Gina, will be working at both centres. We like to believe we are good employers and hosts, but remember you are neither an employee or a guest." I surmised that we could not be that far from London. Freda sipped her coffee and continued with a smile. "Davina, you are going to be our new housekeeper reporting directly to me. As a middle- aged stout woman you are going to look the part, no prancing around as a tarty French maid for you." I thought what a relief, other than trying on a French maid's costume for fun, being and working as a maid, even in heels and frills, never appealed to and was not my scene; although I did enjoy reading maid stories on FM. Being a housekeeper would be much better, then I was horrified at what had just passed through my mind. I didn't want to be a housekeeper either and the uniform would be frumpy and not like the smart outfits I enjoy wearing. Of course, I could not say anything but I smiled at Freda for the first time though I expect she should have realised I wasn't being sincere. "We will go and see about your uniforms and other essentials. We have an inhouse dressmaker and wardrobe department to meet our needs and to supply uniforms and costumes for our staff and guests. She should have at least one set ready for you by now. You will only wear what we supply you, but we will provide everything you will need. You won't have any money to pay for them anyway. However, as a concession you may keep those clothes of yours that you inadvertently brought with you and let the cat of the bag as if it were." As we made our way through the house I could see that it appeared to be a late Victorian country house. We were clearly in the service area away from the grander family rooms, but the corridor and rooms I could see had been modernised and were not gloomy. I kept a good eye out. We arrived at a door marked 'Wardrobe', Freda knocked and she and I entered. Gina carried on down the corridor, I don't know where to. Freda introduced us. "Harriet this is Davina, Harriet this is Davina our dressmaker and wardrobe mistress." "Good morning, nice to meet you, welcome to Wardrobe," said Harriet joyfully. I smiled and nodded in reply hoping she knew I could not speak. "Can you please kit out Davina with a complete outfit inside and out to wear now?" Freda asked. "I will go to my office, let me know when you are finished." "Right Davina," said Harriet, "take off all your clothes, although you can leave your knickers on for now, that is if you are wearing any." She grinned. I did as she asked, keeping my knickers on; my tackle was hidden away but the chastity device was embarrassing. She handed me a plain full cup bra size 40B, which was my size. I had found a B cup for a bra of that size gave me natural and ample breasts with the right forms. Any larger it would look more like a caricature. She then handed me my own breast forms. I had decided not to wear them and hadn't realised they had been removed from my holdall. Harriet's choice gave me some confidence that they were taking the housekeeper role seriously. Next she gave me a pair of black opaque tights which I put on without any hassle which I think impressed her. She then passed me a plain black nylon slip and commented that I would find wearing it with my uniform dress would be more comfortable. When I put on the offered grey dress I realised she was right. I should not have been surprised. The dress was unlined and plain, with a fitted bodice and A- line skirt that came to just below my knee. The dress had pockets which would save me carrying a bag around. Not that frumpy but not my style. It could have been worse. Next were a pair of comfortable looking shoes with three inch heels a little thicker than my stilettos. And finally a simple gold-coloured necklace. She then brushed out a wig with straight grey shoulder length hair, parted in the middle, and placed it on my shaven head. She turned me towards a mirror. It wasn't how I like to present myself but the look was natural, but I could do with some makeup. Harriet applied light makeup appropriate for domestic staff, French maids excepted, that brought out my femine features. I now looked quite presentable although not totally convincing, but that shouldn't be a problem in a place like this I thought. Freda arrived soon after Harriet had called her. "Oh, I am delighted with Davina's appearance," said Freda. "Harriet, Davina will drop by later to collect more clothing and some cosmetics." "Davina," said Freda, "I will now show you your rooms." 'Rooms?' I wondered. We turned a few corners and came to a door marked 'Davina Morris, Housekeeper'. Freda entered first and I followed. It was a small sitting room with a couple of upholstered armchairs, a table with four chairs, a desk and chair, a book case and a tall cupboard. There was a window that looked out on the service courtyard, with bars I noted. A door led off to a bedroom with a single bed, bedside cabinet, chair, wardrobe, dressing table with mirror, wardrobe and a chest of drawers. Leading off from the bedroom was a small en-suite bathroom. The rooms were nicely decorated with an understated contemporary style. Not at all what I expected, then a housekeeper is a senior member of the household. 'They are taking this seriously,' I said soundlessly to myself, 'and if I am trapped then at least I will be reasonably comfortable in confinement'. We sat down in the armchairs. Freda turned to me, smiled and said, "I am now going to tell you your duties. You will be pleased to know that it is not an unreasonable job. You will be managing the everyday running of the house under me and not housekeeper tasks per se. Unlike a traditional housekeeper you will not be responsible for the domestic staff. Others will take on those supervisory roles reporting directly to me." I was a little relieved but still apprehensive. It would not have been easy to manage staff, not being able to speak and as a captive. Freda continued. "You are going to assist more in arranging things and monitoring the running of the house." Ironically that was something that would make use of my management skills. Freda then took me to the kitchen and introduced me to the cook. I returned to Wardrobe by myself to collect more of my things from Harriet including a nightdress. I took them back to my rooms. Later I fetched a meal from the kitchen and ate it at my own table. I had a shower at long last, sitting down, and then took an early night as I was exhausted. I didn't fall asleep as my mind was still in a turmoil. I was a crossdresser, but they didn't mean that I would enjoy living as a woman full time. As a man who crossdressed occasionally I could look forward to and enjoy the fun bits and the wonderful clothes, but given my present circumstances there was little to enjoy and a future to fear. And all this time I was still wearing a chastity device. Relief couldn't come soon enough. Leading up to the opening of Herald House I gradually settled into my new routine. Other than the lack of freedom and of choice and living as a woman, my daily routine wasn't that bad. My role of housekeeper was in name only, I think being seen and dressed in a domestic uniform meant that I was seen by others, as well as by myself, as somebody of no consequence. I became a special assistant, as she called me, to Freda. By 'special' I don't mean in providing personal services but carrying out special projects in the running of Herald House and in preparation for the Grand Opening in July. I couldn't say I didn't enjoy it. CHAPTER 3 THE PLAN Three years ago to the present Ivy and Josie had been lovers since they met at university. They aspired to a lavish globe trotting lifestyle. They rented a flat near Clapham and embarked on their careers. They didn't do badly, Josie worked in the fashion industry as a personal assistant to a middle ranking but successful designer and Ivy was accepted onto a graduate training scheme by a large accountancy partnership which had expanded into the provision of all sorts of services. They were both well paid so they eventually were able to lease a building, also in Clapham, as a place to establish a new business to be run by Josie. They would also live there. Through her work, Josie came into contact with a number of people with alternative lifestyles and, perhaps more interestingly, she identified that there were people with such desires but were unable to enjoy them. Clearly there were clubs and parties catering for such tastes, but there was a demand for private places to go that was not fully met. They decided that their new business would target this market. Josie would quit her job and run a private hotel that provided a safe place and the services and support desired by guests. It took some time to get 'Vitesse Pleasures' up and running, Josie couldn't really ring up a recruitment agency and ask them to headhunt someone with experience in BMSD. But the opening of the Vitesse Hotel finally arrived and was a success from the start. You could only book rooms by the night, just like a normal hotel, and any activities of a sexual nature could only take place in a guest's room. The common areas of the hotel were no different to any other urban hotel. Most guests preferred it that way, especially given the diverse range of sexual predilections. They may tolerate each other as fellow travellers, but that doesn't mean they would be comfortable using the hotel facilities within sight and sound of other guests enjoying what should be private pleasures. Not all guests would want to be reminded of why they were there, it could spoil the fantasy. One day Ivy came home very excited. She rushed up and hugged the waiting Josie. "Josie, I think I found what we were looking for." Ivy said it so quickly and garbled that Josie said, "Slow down, let us go and sit down and you can start again." They cuddled up to each other on the sofa and Ivy started to explain. "You know we often talked about one of us marrying a wealthy man so we can become rich. Well today in the office we had a visitor, David Wolseley, who would be eminently suitable. He is a private person who invests and manages his own assets but needs our firm to be an independent auditor to comply with the regulations and for due diligence when in negotiations. As I have been with the firm for a number of years I am trusted to deal with our important clients on a one-to-one basis. I know he is not married so I'm going to turn on the charm." Well Ivy's charm worked. They courted for long enough for David to be confident that Ivy wasn't after his money. They had a quiet ceremony and settled down to married life. As David later told Alice, their love making was not that frequent and, although enjoyable and loving, wasn't truly tender. Ivy was often out on her own or with the 'girls', which actually suited David as his desire to crossdress was becoming more intense. David used a small flat owned by his business which he 'rented' out to his alter ego Eve. What David didn't know was that when Ivy was out she was back home in Clapham with Josie. This arrangement and Eve's hideaway, although unbeknown to each other, suited them fine. Ivy and Josie's plan was now in play. The next stage was to make David disappear. They did not want him killed, that was not their nature, and they wanted to keep their options open. And besides despite being a lesbian, Ivy did like a real cock inside her on occasion and sex with David was enjoyable. She had become attracted to his more femine nature since she first met him, which helped make their courtship and marriage more tolerable. He behaved towards her more like a woman than an archetypal man would, which she did not really enjoy on the rare occasion she ended up being fucked by a typical man. They needed somewhere to keep him hidden for as long as necessary with no contact with the outside world. Meanwhile Vitesse Pleasures continued to do well and the hotel was always fully booked and to mark the business's success they named the building Vitesse House. So, Josie with Ivy's support decided to expand. Extending the existing property was not feasible so they decided to look for another place which Ivy would then buy or lease. Ivy and Josie were lying in each other's arms after an intense session of lovemaking, when Ivy suddenly exclaimed. "Eureka! I have just had a brilliant idea where we can kill two birds with stone." She paused to make sure she had Ivy's attention. "If we buy a secluded place in the country, a hotel or a large house, we can create a retreat for Vitesse Pleasures' guests and a place to keep David hidden until he is either declared dead and I inherit, or, we have control of most if not all of his assets! The place needs to be isolated from the public and neighbours and be secure." "That is brilliant!" exclaimed Josie, "I'll think about what we would need and start looking for a place and you can determine how much we could raise." They spent about a month discussing ideas and seeking a suitable property, and how they were going to pay for it. Josie found a late 19th century country house, Dove House, with its own grounds not that far from London. It was owned by a Russian oligarch who had fallen foul of the Russian Government and was now in jail with fines and a massive tax bill to pay. Because of the threat from rivals and government agents he had spent a fortune on security. He had also restored and modernised the property to house staff and an endless procession of guests. Perfect for a private hotel, thought Josie, and for detaining David, with additional security measures, in one of the rooms in the service area or an outbuilding. Ivy meanwhile had raised the funds. Although Vitesse Pleasures had cash, that money had been set aside to expand the business, she could scrape together sufficient funds to pay a small deposit. But for the balance she needed a loan. Applying for a mortgage would be difficult as there would be too many personal questions and conditions. But she did manage to arrange a loan from a company which she approached after seeing their brochure on David's desk. The repayment would be from Vitesse Pleasures profits, paid in the form of rent, and from Ivy's salary. Ivy had a substantial salary which she did not need to touch as David was quite generous to her. The purchase went through without a hitch and Ivy started to prepare and open up the newly unofficially named Herald House. Now for the third stage of the plan to kidnap David. Josie contacted the owners of the company she used as security for the Vitesse Hotel; as they could turn a blind eye. They arranged for someone to trail David on one of the days when Ivy was not going to be at her marital home. When she read the security company's report she was a little surprised. The next time Ivy came round, they did not meet publically and only communicated with simple messages (so David would not easily discover Josie's existence), Josie was excited to tell her what she found out about David. "Ivy I some bad news for you as a wife and good news as my lover and co-conspirator. When you were with me last I had David followed. He travelled down to Brighton and met a woman for dinner in the Toledo Hotel, you know, the new upmarket hotel on the seafront. Afterwards they walked arm-in-arm along the seafront and kissed before David departed. What was also surprising was that the lady in question was middle-aged and quite large, though well-dressed and not unattractive!" Ivy looked thoughtful for a minute, but not shocked. Then she beamed. "That's excellent news. It means that I can feel less guilty about our relationship, not that I was anyway, and we can use it against him if we need to!" "Good, are you ready to go ahead and kidnap David?" asked Josie. "We are ready to receive him at Herald House. My security people are on standby, but they will arrange for some of their associates to do the deed. In anticipation, they have broken into your garage and fitted trackers to your cars." Ivy nodded. "David has one of those historic cars. A two-seater sports car from the fifties. There should not be too many on the roads at any one time and therefore identification should be easy for them. I'll let you know the next time he plans to take it out. He usually takes it for a run down to the south coast, driving in Greater London is not much fun; it will be easier to stop him on a quiet country lane." "I'll let Freda know. She is now the new manager at Herald House. She will arrange everything. By the way do you know David's collar size?" "I'll check one of his shirts. I hope you are not going to harm him other than keeping under control that is. He will obviously need discipline if he is a problem. And I will want him to fuck me from time to time. I'll still be his wife! But I can introduce you and you can join in. Won't that be fun!" "I'll look forward to it," said Josie with a smirk. A few days later, Ivy sent a message to Josie. 'The day after tomorrow, the south coast.' "Josie, it's Freda. I have a surprise for you. We have David and he is now unconscious and tied down on the bed in his new cell, I mean room. We have hidden the car in one of the outbuildings. But that's not the surprise! Did you know he is a crossdresser? We found a bag of women's clothes in his car, including a very nice dress, along with a wig, false tits and padding. The clothes are his size. I think this changes things and it will give us better options to keep him here securely. If he is dressed as a woman, he wouldn't look out of place amongst our guests. Let me know what you and your friend think. By the way we have temporarily removed his ability to speak. Bye for now," and she rang off. Josie sent Ivy a message to 'Job done, see you tonight'. Over dinner in a local restaurant, they could go out openly together again, they discussed the news from Freda and what to do next. "Josie, I had no idea he was a crossdresser although I did tell you he had a feminine side. So that's what he has been doing when I have been with you!" Josie looked at Ivy and said, "I would like to suggest a different approach. We will compel him to dress as a woman 24/7. Not glamorous in any way, but as a middle-aged woman, perhaps on the domestic staff. If we forced him to wear heels it would be more difficult for him to run away." Ivy replied "I think they're great ideas. Let Freda know that I agree and ask her to find a suitable role for him. He might as well be useful. Also, I would like her to fit a chastity device to him and I want control!" They continued with their dinner and talked about the bright future they will have. On returning to their own place in Vitesse House they celebrated in the best way they knew how. The following afternoon, Freda called Josie and updated her on David, or Davina as she was now calling her. She said that she planned to use Davina's investment skills to help manage and develop Herald House, but was going to designate her as the housekeeper and she would dress accordingly. She had improved Davina's personal security measures. Her inability to speak was now indefinite until reversed. She had to wear at least three inch heels, Gina, the company nurse, had carried out a procedure to ensure this. She has had all her hair removed. If she behaved herself then she would have more freedom, as it was now very difficult for her to escape or seek help. She also mentioned that the collar size she was given was too small and they had to obtain a larger size collar for the GPS tracker. Josie told her that they looked forward to seeing the new Davina when they came down for the Grand Opening. Now with David out of the way Josie and Ivy could plan how to take control of some or all of his assets without waiting seven years to declare him dead. The day of the Grand Opening of Herald House had arrived, it had been two months since the kidnapping. Josie and Ivy came down the day before to host a reception for all the staff and the associates who would help in providing special services. At the reception Josie, Ivy and Freda were chatting, when Ivy asked Freda. "Is Davina coming to the reception? I can't wait to tell him, or should I say her, what we have planned for her. Perhaps she may help us, and herself, by passing everything over to me now. I'm sure we can come to some arrangement. And time is on our side if she resists." "Oh," said Freda, "I thought you would have recognised her. She is the only large middle aged woman here. She is over there in her housekeeper's uniform helping with drinks." Ivy looked over and stared at the woman. She gasped and shrieked. "That's not my husband!" CHAPTER 4 REALITY Freda and Josie looked shocked and everyone was staring at Ivy. Freda quickly said, "I think we should retire to my office." Which they did. Freda brought out a bottle of wine to help settle everyone's nerves. Freda's heart was beating furiously as she wondered what Ivy was saying and if she had made a clamatous error. But calmly she said to Ivy. "Are you saving Davina is not your husband? Have we kidnapped, held and mutilated the wrong man?" Ivy spoke with a quite quavering voice. "Yes, even with the makeup and the wig I do not recognise him. David is a little slimmer, probably a dress size smaller." "No wonder the collar was too tight," Freda said absently minderly. "Shall I ask Davina to come in so we can confirm he is not David?" "Yes," they both replied with Josie adding, "I think that is a good idea." Freda continued. "Ivy can I suggest that when I bring her in, and before anybody says anything to her, that you either shake your head if it is not David or nod if she is?" She turned to Josie. "I believe I am right you have never met David," Josie nodded. Freda continued "Please do not say anything else at this stage. It may not be a good idea to let Davina know she was taken and mutilated by mistake. She obviously doesn't know that we now realise this and that indeed Ivy's cry was about her. We will discuss what to do afterwards. Don't forget she cannot speak." Freda got up and left the office and went to find Davina and asked her to come with her to her office. When they entered Freda said to Davina. "I would like to introduce you to Ms Jensen who is the owner of Vitesse Pleasures." Josie offered her hand. "Nice to meet you Davina, please call me Josie." Davina took her hand, smiled and nodded an acknowledgement, Josie suddenly realising Davina couldn't actually call her Josie. Freda continued. "And this is Ms Bond," using Ivy's maiden name, "she is the owner of Herald House." They shook hands, Ivy was obviously not ready to be on first name terms. She looked at Freda and shook her head. "Thank you Davina, you may return to your duties and enjoy the rest of the reception." Davina acknowledged Freda and left the office. "Well what do we do now?" said Josie. "Does anybody know who he is? And how was he kidnapped?" "I don't believe anybody made a mistake," said Freda, "he was definitely driving the old car to which one of the GPS trackers had been attached. The car is a rare model, so David must have lent it to him; unless he stole or bought it of course." Ivy suddenly gasped covering her mouth with her hand. "If he is not David, then where has David been since the day of the kidnapping?" They all looked at each other with astonishment. Josie took the lead. "The reception should be over soon. Shall I suggest we have an early night as it will be an even longer day tomorrow. You two can think about what you would like to do, meanwhile I will come up with a proposal if Davina is to remain here." They were all in agreement; they returned to the reception and not long after went up to their rooms. Josie and Ivy couldn't sleep thinking about what they had done. They held each other closely but did not make love. They talked for hours until they both fell asleep. But they had agreed what they would tell Freda in the morning. The following morning the three had breakfast together. Freda, although she was only the manager, knew both women well so led the discussion. "So, you two, what have you decided?" Josie got a piece of paper. "I wrote a list this morning of what Ivy and I had agreed last night." She then read it out. "'One', there should be no acriminations, what happened could not have been expected and the poor man probably has no idea what is happening and of course can't tell us. 'Two', we intend to continue with our plan, there is too much at stake and I'm afraid Davina is collateral damage. We can always compensate her, or should say him, when this is all over. 'Three', Davina needs to be under even tighter control, if it gets out what we have done to him it would just add to our crimes. 'Four', we do not think it is a good idea that either of us come into contact with Davina again, to minimize the risk of being recognised now or in the future, in case there is a connection between David and Davina. 'Five', we confirm that we do not want Davina to be punished or harmed other than what is necessary for keeping her confined and controlled. And finally. 'Six', as Davina is not her husband she no longer wishes to control his cock." She had actually written down 'his'. "Thanks Josie," said Freda, "I believe that all fits in nicely with what I suggest we do with Davina, which by the way is what we named her thinking it was David. If she is a friend or acquaintance of David I hope she hasn't made the connection and never will. What I intend to do is change her status and role here to increase security and reduce the chance of her, or knowledge of her, getting out. She will no longer be designated 'housekeeper' or assist me at all, although I have been very satisfied with her and if this was a staff assessment I would give her top rating! She will join the team providing personal services to guests by request. Most of our staff who provide these services are fit young men, women or in between, but some of the older guests like to be serviced by someone closer to their generation. There are, also, younger guests who want a mother figure. She will need training and Harriet will need to come up with the usual outfits to fit her. If she is unpopular due to her size then she will go on a diet, but I think a plus-size middle-aged feminised crossdresser is going to be in demand. Yes, I did say feminised, but only if a procedure is reversible; unless she wants it otherwise. She will remain a captive, she will not be paid and will be practically a slave, but we will look after her all the same as any member of staff. She will give up her housekeeper rooms and use one of single ensuite rooms, but away from other staff and guests. She will take instructions only from me or her supervisor and will not interact with the staff or guests unless part of her duties. What do you think?" Ivy took the initiative for change. "I agree with what you are suggesting, you know best, and provided no undue harm comes to her I am happy to leave everything to your discretion. And when I get control of David's assets you will be amply rewarded for your contribution and continued support." "I totally agree," added Josie, "of course we need to keep this whole affair off the record, Davina does not exist. If you need anything from me to 'authorise' any of your actions to protect yourself just let me know." "Thank you both very much," said Freda, "and I now know where I stand and what to do. Hopefully you will never hear about Davina again until the matter with David is resolved. One more thing, what about the car? I believe it is valuable. It is currently locked up in an outbuilding and one of the staff who knows about cars checks it out to keep it in good condition." "I forgot about the car," said Ivy. "After a sufficient length of time we can sell it in David's name. It would be a shame if the car was destroyed or broken up for parts." Ivy paused for reaction and then continued. "When I get to London I will go over David's accounts, messages and so forth, those that I can access, to see if I can spot any activity. If I don't, then we should continue with the plan. If there is anything that tells us where he is then we can then decide what to do. Now let's go and get ready for the Grand Opening. By the way, I think we can dismiss the idea that David is a crossdresser. From what you say the clothes are Davina's size and would be too big for David." The Grand Opening was a great success and the following day Ivy and Josie left for London and the staff settled down into the routine to run the hotel and serve their guests. Everyone, including Davina, had forgotten about Ivy's shriek at the reception, especially as they did not actually hear what she said. ***** A week later Freda called me into her office. "Davina I need to talk to you. There has been a change in circumstances which means a change of direction for you. But before I tell you what I have in mind, I want to say that you have been an excellent assistant and I have been very pleased with your work and attitude." "You will no longer be designated housekeeper or assist me. You will now be a guest special services provider, although you will continue to receive your instructions from me or your supervisor and nobody else. This is because of your special status here and I want to protect you from unnecessary harm and abuse. The services you will provide will be varied and considered normal for this business. You will receive training from your supervisor with the help of other members of staff." I was alarmed. Freda continued. "You have no choice in this matter, as you know, you are not an employee and have no rights. As you are changing status you will move from the housekeeper's rooms to your own ensuite room on the top floor of the service area. We have a new housekeeper arriving who will be taking over from me the running of the domestic side of the hotel and the staff accommodation. You will not have to wear your housekeeper uniform anymore. Harriet will provide the costumes needed for your various assignments and uniforms for the rest of the day. If you have nothing to do you will remain in your room for the time being. I will let you know if and when we have an assignment for you. Keep this pager with you, it only receives text messages from me or your supervisor. Now I want you to go see Gina in her clinic downstairs in the basement. She will give you a check up and make arrangements for further procedures. Thank you, Davina." As soon as I entered the clinic, Gina asked me to take off her uniform and lie down. When I did I felt the familiar jab and became unconscious. I woke up in what I assumed was my new room tied to the bed as before. I felt dull aches all over my body and a weight on my chest. Oh dear, I thought, I now know what Freda meant by further procedures. This is straight out of the FM playbook. I went back to sleep but was woken by someone entering the room. As the person got closer I could see it was Gina. "Ah good you are awake. I will untie you, I didn't want you to disturb your bandages." She then noticed the tears on my cheeks. "Sorry, Davina, I guess you know what has been done to you, but it was what Freda insisted on so you could carry out your duties. You now look like a woman, quite an attractive one I would say for your age. Most of what you have had done is more or less reversible, but it will be very difficult to get back your original look. Now is as good a time as any to tell you. You now have inserts giving you D cup breasts. We have removed your lower ribs and used liposuction to give you a more femine waist. Later when you are fully healed we will start you on corset training to improve your figure even further. We have given you hip and bum inserts, you must tell me immediately if anything untoward happens to them, even if you are not sure. And we have pierced your ears, just one piercing per ear for the time being. One thing we haven't done is to prescribe hormone treatment. It is more important to our guests that you function fully as a male while looking like a sexy woman. Making your nipples more sensitive, for example, is not that important for our guests. It is not our intention to make you look grotesque or a freak, well not yet anyway! I know you cannot ask me any questions but I will be here every day during your recovery. Oh we have removed the chastity device, it is no longer needed. But make sure you can perform when ordered. You may have a device fitted again or a false vagina, but that only if it is requested by a guest. Now please rest and leave those bandages alone." I cried myself to sleep. It took some time for me to get my strength back and for the bruises to heal sufficiently to start my training. But first I visited Harriet in Wardrobe to get some clothes to wear. There was a limited choice, but my, or rather Alice's, crossdressing instincts kicked in. I needed a bra and knickers and chose a camisole, all in black, and 10 denier black tights. They were plain but fashionable and femine. I didn't need any padding or shapewear anymore, but modesty and pride in appearance demanded a gaff. I chose a straight black skirt and wore a loose v-neck top with capped sleeves in red. I chose a light brown wig with a bob cut style. No jewellery was offered. I wore no makeup, it wasn't essential anymore. Harriet was going to put aside some wardrobe essentials which I was to collect later. Later, I noticed that my own clothes that I had collected in Brighton that fateful day when I was kidnapped had been placed in my room. _____ COMING NEXT IN ACT 2 HELL The story continues with a daily description of my week long preparation and training to be a personal services provider at The Vitesse Pleasures Herald Private Hotel as a feminised crossdresser. I was trained in the services I was expected to provide for both men and women, including new sexual experiences for me, some I enjoyed and some far from it. Hilda fitted me out with a range of stereotypical costumes to meet typical client wishes. My first clients are a mixed bunch and my experiences varied. One of them will become a good friend but another takes me to hell.