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TRIUMPH by enduringshades This is the third and final Act. ______ 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 Full List of Principal Players Fictional places and businesses Did you notice the British car marques and Triumph models? ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS _____ TRIUMPH ACT 3 ROAD TO HEAVEN In which our heroine goes from the worst in her life to the best in his. ACT 3 PRINCIPAL PLAYERS Charles Austin / Alice Singer / Davina Morris, the storyteller Brenda Riley, Charles’s friend David Wolseley / Eve McClaren, Charles’s friend Freda Hillman, Herald House manager Ivy Wolseley, nee Bond, David’s wife Josie Jensen, Ivy’s lover DCI Steven Bentley, Surrey Police WPC Tina Marcos, Surrey Police DS Bristol, Surrey Police CHAPTER 9 DISCOVERY The phone rang. "Hello, Brenda Riley speaking." "Good morning Miss Riley. I am the secretary of the TR3 Owners Society. I understand you asked us to place your TR3 on our watchlist." "Yes that is correct, but I was acting on behalf of a friend, Do you have news for us?" replied Brenda. "Yes I have. The car is being advertised for sale in this month’s Historic Motors magazine," replied the caller. "Please let us know if you recover the car and if you do, would your friend consider joining the society?" "It is a little complicated. My friend was looking after the car for the owner when it went missing," Brenda replied, "the owner is already a society member, however, he is away and we have been unable to contact him. I was wondering if you have an address for him?" "Oh I am sorry Miss Riley, I cannot disclose personal details of our members, data protection regulations you know. However I do have the member’s details in front me and I note that the correspondence address is a Post Office Box, so I think I can help you." He read out the address and she thanked him profusely. Brenda was quite excited. This was the first lead she had since Charles went missing the day after he asked her to come for a ride to the New Forest. She had gone to Stag Cottage but there was no sign of Charles or indeed the Triumph, although his own car was there. She tried ringing Charles’s mobile but it was unavailable. This was so unlike Charles. After waiting for sometime she left a note on the front door, sent Charles a message and went home. Several days passed with no contact from Charles. She returned to Stag Cottage and saw that her note was still on the door and no sign of life. On the way home she called into the local police station to report that Charles was missing. The desk sergeant was sympathetic and took down details. But he warned that with the Government cutting back on police funding there were few resources available to investigate his disappearance, especially as there were no suspicious circumstances. Brenda contacted a friend of hers who owned a classic car which he had recovered after it was stolen. He told her that some specialist car owner clubs maintain a watch list of stolen or missing cars. Members of a club review ‘for sale’ ads and keep an eye open for cars on the list. His car had come for auction and the police were able to recover the car and apprehend the seller. Fortunately Charles had sent her a picture of the car with the invite for the ride into the New Forest and she had been able to read the number plate. She bought a copy of the magazine from one of the larger newsagents. Found the ad and noted the seller’s details. It was a private sale. The car was available for viewing at what looked like a country house in the next county. She googled the address and discovered that the house was indeed in the countryside and had been recently sold. She couldn’t find any information on the new owner. An enquiry to the Land Registry revealed that the transfer of the title had not been registered. Anyway she knew nothing about cars so arranging a viewing would not be convincing. She decided to write to the owner using the post office box number. They would know all about the car, of course, and was almost certainly a good friend of Charles, although she couldn’t think who it could be. Eve has her PO Box mail redirected to her Vauxhall address and was intrigued to see a letter addressed to the ‘TR3 owner’. It didn’t look like junk mail so he opened it wondering if there anything had happened to the car or Charles. He read the letter: ‘I obtained your PO Box address from the TR3 Owners Club. I don’t know if we have met. I hope you are a friend of Charles Austin who is a good friend of mine. Four months ago Charles invited me for a ride in a TR3 which I have identified from a photo he sent me with the invite. As arranged, I turned up at his home the day after he sent the message. He was not there and I haven’t seen or been in contact with him since then. Nor have I seen the car. The car is now being advertised for sale in this month’s Historic Cars magazine, this is the first lead I have had. If you are indeed a friend of Charles and the owner of the car, can you get in touch with me urgently. Regards Brenda Riley’ Eve was taken back with news. She went straight out to buy a copy of the magazine. While waiting to pay she was looking for the classified ads section and there was her car. When she got back home she looked more closely at the ad. The place seemed to be familiar. She worked from home so she was able quickly to search her business files and came up with references to the property. She smiled when she recognised it. One of her finance companies provided the mortgage. It had been referred to her as the loan ratio was very high but the purchaser unexpectedly turned out to be his wife. So he signed off on her application. Eve was starting to become suspicious of Ivy and by loaning her the money it gave him a degree of control and an opportunity to learn more if and when he needed to. She would have no idea that it was her husband that had lent her money. Eve rang one of her associates, who knew about her TR3, told him about the ad and to go and look at it. She wanted to act fast, to stop somebody else buying it. She told him to agree to buy it and leave a deposit with balance due on delivery. She knew, unless Charles was in on it which was highly unlikely, that as Charles was the registered keeper they could not actually sell the car legitimately. Next he rang Brenda using the mobile number on the letter. "Hello, Brenda Riley speaking." "Hello Brenda, my name is Eve and I am the TR3 owner you wrote to. I am a very good friend of Charles and I want to help find him." Brenda’s heart leapt on this breakthrough and then she wondered what Eve meant by a very good friend. "I am so grateful you rang and thank you very much for your offer to help." Eve replied. "I want to be fully involved and I have already taken steps to recover the car. I know about the property mentioned in the ad and I will look into the people there. I live in Vauxhall, would you like to come to my home on Sunday for lunch and we can discuss what to do?" Brenda was happy to go to the end of the earth to find Charles so she agreed without hesitation. "Good, say about noon? I’ll text you the address. There is something you need to know about me." Brenda said to herself I thought so, but was taken aback when Eve continued. "I am transitioning and living as a woman." Brenda paused. "Thanks for telling me, or should I say warning me, I am fine with trans persons," she said, "see on Sunday." Sunday arrived and Brenda took the train to London Waterloo. The train was full with families and people of all ages travelling into London for a day out. Vauxhall station was one stop on a local line from Waterloo main line terminus. Brenda was not sure what to wear, she was meeting a friend of a friend for lunch at her home followed by a serious and possibly disturbing discussion. It was warm so she wore a yellow cotton dress with cap sleeves, boat neckline and a flowing skirt that fell to below her knees. She matched the dress with tan sandals and a crossbody bag. She carried a three-quarter sleeve white cotton jacket as she expected it to be cooler when she returned later in the evening. She walked from Vauxhall Station towards the River Thames and then along the riverside until she came to Dolomite House, the address she had been given. It looked like a recent construction where the developer and architect had made an effort to build a pleasing apartment block. On entering she gave her name to the concierge and that she was visiting Eve McClaren. The concierge picked up a phone and announced Brenda’s arrival. Then she smiled, took Brenda across to the lift and pressed a floor button. Brenda was slightly embarrassed, she knew how to use a lift, but thanked her. The lift did not stop until it reached the top floor, the doors opened, not into a corridor, but into an apartment entrance hall. She immediately saw standing there a tall casually dressed, but elegant, middle-aged woman. Eve had chosen a sleeveless white blouse with black palazzo trousers with silver sandals. No jewellery. She stepped forward. "You must be Brenda welcome to my home, I’m Eve," she kissed her on both cheeks. "I have prepared a light lunch of tuna and various salads, but you would like to use the little girls room first? And then let’s have a drink." "Could I have tea, please?" Brenda replied. It was a little early for her to drink and she wanted to keep a clear head. Over lunch Eve, after some small talk, Eve started by saying. "I believe I may have tracked down Charles, and if I'm right it is going to be a great shock. But before I tell you what I have discovered, I think it would be a good idea, as we are going to work together to find and, I expect, rescue Charles, if I told you a little about myself. You are going to learn more about me than anyone else, even Charles and my wife, I will tell you about her later. Please keep what I tell you to yourself, but with what I have in mind it should mean that we will work better together." Eve stopped to top up their glasses with mineral water and then continued. "I was a crossdresser but I have decided to transition. I have been living full time as a woman for four months, the last time I dressed as a man was when I last saw Charles. My former name was David Wolseley but I have legally changed it to Eve McClaren. I have made most of the consequential changes to my new name, except for those document which my wife can see or access." Brenda took Eve's pause to ask. "May I ask if...?" Eve interrupted. "You are going to ask about my sexuality, aren’t you? So I will save you the embarrassment. I prefer women and have never been in a gay relationship. Although I am taking hormones to feminise my body, I have not made a decision whether I will go all the way and have the operation. I do not need to decide for some time. So to have married a woman was a natural for me. My wife’s name is Ivy Wolseley and her maiden name was Bond. She wasn’t a trophy wife, she is not that much younger than me, and I was comfortable at the time that she was not marrying me for my money, although a better lifestyle no doubt appealed to her. Since we been married our sex has been good although less frequent and she is often out with her friends. Which actually suited me as I could spend more time dressed. I kept my crossdressing secret as I did want her to use my ‘perversion’," she signalled quotation marks with her fingers, "as grounds for divorce. I took a flat in this block as a place to dress. Recently, the penthouse became available so I moved in here as I now needed a home more than a base. I should add that I own and develop properties and I own this block. The staff know me and my story, so they look out for me. They would not have let you in if I hadn't invited you. This is because as far as my wife was concerned I disappeared the same day Charles disappeared. That is why I asked him to look after the car. After seeing him that day I came back on the train from Brighton and came straight here to start my new life. I told you on the phone that I knew about the property, a country house estate, where the car is now. It is my wife who bought it in secret. She used her maiden name. It is only by luck that I found out. She must have come across my finance company by chance, I did have a brochure in my office in our home. The loan she was seeking was not commercially feasible, not since the financial crisis. By then I had my suspicions that she wanted my wealth for herself. As a precaution, I decided to approve her application so I could have some room to manoeuvre, it also amused me that she could only pay the loan payments using all her salary. She had a generous allowance and credit card spending on my account. She did state that she would be receiving rent from a company called Vitesse Pleasures. Since I changed my name, I have been moving all my assets from David to Eve, all except the accounts that my wife knows about. Income that purports to come from my business is still paid into a household account from a business account in my former name, but that is the only remaining transaction. I believe I have now shielded my assets from her and also have a form of control of those she has accumulated. I only did it as a form of insurance, but it now looks I could exploit my rights so as to rescue Charles. Before I explain why, would you like tea or coffee?" Brenda replied "Oh yes please, a cappuccino please. I saw the espresso machine in the kitchen!" After making two coffees, Eve continued. "I mentioned Vitesse Pleasures earlier. I discovered that they run a private hotel located in Clapham providing discrete special services. I recognised the address as Ivy’s home before we married. She had a flat mate, Josie Jensen, who turns out to be the owner of Vitesse Pleasures. Through my contacts in the LBGT community, the well-off ones that is, I discovered you can only be a guest at the hotel by invitation or recommendation from a regular guest. The hotel does have a website but it is password protected. I called in a favour and had a look. They have a new country retreat at a place called Herald House. The property they bought is Dove House, I checked and discovered that they have the same Postcodes, Dove House is the official name and Herald House is a trading name or alias, I think that’s quite clever. When you book a room you can also book an optional special personal service, where one of the staff takes part in a role play or sexual acts of your choice. They highlight one of the service providers, she is a middle aged plump feminised male called Davina who offers comprehensive services," Eve explained. "I spoke to a cousin of mine, who knows about these things, and she told me she had stayed there and she had opted for this particular service and thoroughly enjoyed Davina’s company and the pleasure she received from her. I can’t get out of my mind that the person she described is Charles, but I have no proof. Photos are strictly forbidden, all phones and cameras are left at reception during a guest’s stay. Brenda, I am going to breach confidence. I think it is important that you are aware of something. If I do, are you willing to keep it to yourself and trust that I would only be doing this due to exceptional circumstances?" Brenda was silent while and looked pensive then she replied. "Yes, if you really think I should know." "I do, it will help you understand what you will be facing and will help the one who’s confidence I am about to breach," said Eve. "As you have probably guessed it is about Charles. Charles is a crossdresser, like me, but he only dresses occasionally, unlike me. He is known as Alice when presenting as a woman. He is straight but he finds serious relationships difficult as he fears the consequences. He keeps that part of his life separate from his normal life, that is why you haven’t met me until today. I am convinced that this person is Charles and that he has been coerced and is in a personal hell." They both sat there for a while in silence, Brenda had tears down her cheeks. She then spoke quietly. "I am glad you told me and you were right to do so even though you don’t know me." Eva interrupted. "You obviously care for him otherwise you would not have found the car and me." "That's kind of you say," Brenda continued, "Charles is a very good friend of mine, but our relationship is platonic. You see I am a lesbian but I have been developing feelings for him, but he has not shown any himself, despite his kindness, and that it is clear he cares for me. With me now knowing he is a crossdresser, but not gay, and if he knew I was a lesbian, I think that understanding of each other could well ignite our relationship. We need to rescue him and get him back to normal and if he is not at Herald House I will keep looking." "Excellent, that’s good to hear. Since I learned about the location of the car, and what may have happened to Charles, I have secured it with the help of an associate of mine who posed as a buyer. I have also booked a room for two nights the day after tomorrow and the services of ‘Davina’ on the first night. I hope you are free. And lastly, I have bought the freehold of the building housing Vitesse Pleasures in Clapham, I now own all the buildings used by Vitesse Pleasures and lived in by Ms Jensen and my wife. The plan is to confirm or otherwise that Davina is Charles and force Vitesse Pleasures to release him by calling in the loan. I will do this by arranging for Ivy to be sacked from her current employer and by stopping payments from my business account. I know people on the board of the company she works for. We increased her salary so she could afford a larger mortgage, but she has a number of misconducts against her, all sackable offences, her performance is not satisfactory and she upsets other staff with her unfounded superiority. I will also give notice to Vitesse Pleasures to quit their Clapham premises to allow redevelopment. This will put them under great pressure and when I repossess Dove House I will offer to take over the Herald House operation based there as full settlement. I am sure they would not refuse my offer. We can then have Charles back and we can also deal with those who kidnapped or harmed him. Are you with me? Are you up to it?" "Yes to the first question, but I am scared. No to the second question, but that is not going to stop me!" Brenda replied. "I’ll drive down to your place on Tuesday morning to pick you up," Eve continued. "We will check in early during the afternoon which will give us time to check the hotel out and prepare to receive Davina in our room. Davina cannot speak according to my cousin, which strengthens my view that he is being forced, so I am going to bring a laptop which can convert text to speech. Our cover story is that we are a married couple, but you are the dominant partner and I am your feminised subservient husband; that will explain my appearance and give us credence. We booked Davina to join us for a threesome and I told them we like the idea that she is our age. Now we have a plan, a plan that resolves three problems, I think that is enough for today. Let’s have something to eat and then I’ll drive you to Waterloo Station in time for your train." They enjoyed the meal and chatted away like two girl friends. But with Charles in the back of their minds. On the train home Brenda sat and contemplated, despite the noise of the excited passengers around her talking about their day out. She was overwhelmed about what Eve had told her and fearful for Charles, but pleased that there was a good chance of a resolution. CHAPTER 10 REUNITED Eve and Brenda arrived at the Herald House reception mid-afternoon. Both were elegantly dressed, given the exclusivity and prices only the wealthy would be guests. Eve had brought some clothes and accessories for Brenda to select from before they left for the hotel. She was grateful because even her clothes from John Lewis would have looked out of place and forget about M&S. As the ‘dominant wife’ she wore a jacket over a silk vest with cropped trousers and four inch stiletto ankle boots. Eve, as the ‘feminised husband’ wore a sleeveless fit- and-flare floral dress above the knee, a bit short for her but in character. It was primrose in colour with white floral patterns. She showed the hint of a cleavage; Eve not having her own breasts yet, inserts or her own, used tape to create the illusion. She wore white cross strapped sandals with five-inch stiletto heels and carried a matching shoulder bag. The receptionist, a young crossdresser in a black suit with a pencil skirt and cropped jacket, white pussy bow blouse and four inch court shoes was stunning and both Eve and Brenda were attracted to her. With a genuine smile she briefed them on their stay and confirmed their reservations for dinner and their appointment with Davina that evening. They confirmed that she would be dressed as a chambermaid, no special equipment was needed, and that she was unable to speak. Brenda asked if she was available the following evening, the receptionist confirmed she was, it was mid-week, and they could confirm the booking after breakfast. What the receptionist didn’t know was that it depended on whether Davina was Charles or not. Davina would come to their room after they finished their dinner. She could stay with them until dismissed or until breakfast which was served between 8am and 10am. The receptionist took their mobiles and locked them in a dedicated safe. She checked Eve’s laptop to ensure there was no camera or mobile data connection. There weren't, Eve had made sure of that. A porter was summoned to take their bags and show them to their room on the first floor with the other guest rooms. He wore a black tight uniform showing off his steroid enhanced muscles, neither Eve or Brenda were attracted to him. They took the lift even though both of them would have normally used the stairs. After unpacking and freshening up, they decided to look around the public areas and grounds, but being careful not to arouse suspicion. They hoped they might also spot Charles and the TR3 and they kept a lookout for Ivy, Eve’s or rather David’s wife. They enjoyed tea on the terrace as it was a fine sunny day. They dressed in cocktail dresses for dinner, they decided to enjoy themselves and wear beautiful dresses even if they didn’t sit well with the roles they were playing. Brenda wore a black off the shoulder taffeta (the real McCoy) knee length dress, one of Eve’s. The dress hugged her curves, and although no longer a young woman she looked outstanding. Brenda thought that she had never worn a dress so wonderful, but couldn’t really enjoy the experience because she was nervous about that night. She had five inch open toed sandals in silver and carried a matching clutch bag. She wore a diamond necklace, bracelet and earrings set lent to her by Eve. Brenda never ceased to be amazed by Eve. Eve wore a red silk knee length V-neck dress but hers hugged a body enhanced by shapewear, a cincher and padding. She wore similar shoes to Brenda’s but in gold and carried a small sparkling evening bag also in gold and gold jewellery. The food was excellent, worthy of a Michelin starred restaurant if they had wanted the publicity, but they were both not hungry; Eve was also nervous. They made small talk skirting around what was in both their minds. After coffee and ‘After Dinner Mints’ they rose, thanked the waiting staff - all young crossdressers, attractive in modest uniforms of white blouse, black pencil skirt and high heels, following a house style - and made their way back to their room. After ten minutes, the restaurant staff must have notified Davina or her team leader, as there was a knock at the door. ***** I was in Wardrobe having just finished getting dressed in my chambermaid’s uniform. When Harriet came over and told me. "Reception rang, your guests will be ready for you in an hour." I nodded ‘thanks’. I checked my appearance in a mirror and straightened my dress. It was the first time I had worn it since the fitting. I set off to my room to wait. As I made my way down a corridor, I realised that I actually enjoyed wearing the uniform. Was it because it is a hotel and I was a chambermaid? Or was it because it was comfortable and flattered me? And of course there was the sexy lacy underwear and I was wearing four inch heels! It was now time so I made my way down to the guests’ room. I was told it was a couple and the husband was a crossdresser and was assured it would just be sex. However, I was still anxious, this was my first booking since the caning incident. On entering I was to turn down the bed, I was a chambermaid after all, and then let the couple take the lead. I knocked on the door and a tall attractive woman opened the door. She looked familiar, I looked up and saw another familiar woman put her hand up to her mouth and whispered, "Charles," she rushed forward and threw her hands around me. The door was quickly closed by the taller woman who joined the hug. I was bewildered, nobody had called me Charles, or even Alice, for months I then recognised them both and fainted. I came round and found myself lying on the bed and after a short wave of anxiety I soon recovered. Eve went and got a bottle of Chardonnay from the minibar and motioned we should sit round the table. She then placed the laptop on the table and said to me. "Alice, we are so relieved to have found you. We heard that you may not be able to speak and you have not yet spoken, so it is either shock or it is true. If you type out what you want to say on the computer it will convert the text in speech. First, are you okay given the circumstances? Just nod your head for now because I want to tell you what we have planned." I nodded. "And are you being held against your will and being forced to do what you are doing?" I nodded again. "We thought so. We all have lots of questions, although I think I have a good idea what has happened, but we need to focus on getting you away from here. We both love you." "We are staying here for two nights," said Eve. "We will book you again for tomorrow night, now we have confirmed you are really here. What we intend to do is to go out tomorrow on the pretence that we will be visiting Polesdon Lacey country house for the day." It was country estate, a National Trust property open to the public not far from Dorking also in Surrey. Although they weren’t actually visiting the attraction they thought it appropriate. It was the weekend party house of a socialite renowned for her lavish parties attended by the top of society during the first half of the last century. Both had visited the place in the past so they could answer any questions when they returned. "But what we will be actually doing is to return to Brenda’s place and put in place a plan we have prepared. The security is too tight to just walk out with you and they would stop at nothing because they have too much to lose if it all came out. By tomorrow night I should be in control and we can take you home." We talked, with me using the laptop, until the early hours of the morning and then decided to call it a halt as we all needed to be rested for tomorrow. Just before I left, Brenda turned to Eve and asked with a quizzical smile. "What would we have done if Davina was not Charles?" "Had a threesome? Or maybe feint a headache!" Eve replied grinning. I smiled. I walked back to my room with my usual forlorn look, so as not to raise suspicion on the surveillance monitors or with anybody passing in the corridor. Once in my room I beamed and danced a jig, for once I went to bed with hope and but being too excited to sleep well. The following morning I went to see Kate for a ‘debrief’ using a story we all agreed last night about a continuous bout of sex as a threesome or couples until the early hours, but no BDSM play. Kate was pleased as she confirmed another appointment with the couple that evening. Kate's pleasure helped to mask Charles’s underlying happiness, which was not in Davina’s character. Kate told me to take the rest of the day off. I decided to return to my room to avoid suspicion. I went through my things and listed in my mind what I would take with me. I would need clothes until I could get back to Stag Cottage, I could wear the clothes I originally packed in my bag on that eventful day. Despite what has happened to me I still want to dress. I was definitely taking my favourite red dress, the outfit Olivia gave me, the airline attendant uniform and if possible I may even visit the wardrobe department and take one or two of my costumes, well those without bad memories. ***** Eve and Brenda left for Brenda’s home dressed for a day out in the country, they both wore summer dresses and sensible sandals. Brenda drove as Eve was on her mobile talking and sending messages. "I have just confirmed some actions which I would have cancelled or put on hold if Charles had not been at Herald House," she explained. "I had given Vitesse Pleasures notice to quit through a company I set up to purchase the freehold and redevelop the site of Vitesse House. It will need someone with expertise to trace the company back to me so it should look like a coincidence that the notice was served this week. For the time being it will make Ms Jenson feel financially insecure. I have also stopped the funding of David’s and Ivy’s household account which means that Ivy’s loan payment would not have gone through, it was due yesterday, and according to the agreement that means she is now in default. The failure of payment into the account should not have come as a surprise as I have been missing for many months now and she doesn’t know why. When we get to your place I will set in motion the rest of the plan." Perhaps you can rustle up some lunch and pack some more suitable clothes for tomorrow for when the balloon goes up. I am thinking more practical than glamorous." Eve spent most of the afternoon on the phone and computer. Brenda just pottered around her home. Eve then announced everything was in place. They went into Brenda’s small but wonderful garden and sat together on a bench. Eve then started to explain what she had done. "I spoke to Ivy’s employers and, about now, she will be summoned by her supervisor to be summarily dismissed and escorted from the building. Of course, there is likely to be an appeal to be reinstated, but more importantly she will no longer have a secure income that would satisfy the loan company. And due to an ‘administrative error’ payment of her salary into her account will be stopped. So she no longer has access to any funds or credit and of course her savings had been used for the deposit." "If your suspicions are right, then that will be sweet revenge," Brenda smirked. "She set out to take your wealth and has ended up with nothing, not even the credit cards you generously financed. You, or your companies, will end up with everything." Eve gave Brenda a knowing grin and continued. "Tomorrow morning at 7am she will be served with a notice to quit her registered address, which on the loan documents is Dove House. The loan company will then repossess Dove House, you remember that is the real name of Herald House, unless she can produce evidence by midday that she can make the defaulted payment, and consequential charges, and that she can continue to make payments as and when due. As the loan was highly geared she will realise that if the property is possessed she will end up with virtually nothing and more likely a substantial personal debt. At midday, due to a misunderstanding over timing of events, the bailiffs will turn up accompanied by a security firm to seize the property, including contents as collateral. They will have a court order issued during the morning. There will also be Surrey Police officers attending, actually for another purpose, but the staff will not know that. The police will be there to investigate reports of kidnapping, slavery and assault. The whole estate will be declared a crime scene and so will be shut down immediately! The police will take control of the gate and my people will take over the security and other systems, so that no one can enter or leave. We are expecting full compliance and I suspect everybody, except a few individuals, will be innocent, or have their own secrets, and have no reason to resist or make a fuss. Of course Ms Jensen and Ivy will be in London trying to find a way out of the financial trap they will now be caught in." I think we should now head back to Heron House, in the car I can answer any questions you have. And receive your praise," Eve grinned. Brenda took the joke as intended. She found Eve to be a really modest person despite her wealth and amazing contacts. She just did not believe the influence Eve had to get a major firm, the police and courts to cooperate so willingly. Well they got back to Herald House and informed the receptionist that they would be not dining tonight as they had had an excellent lunch and afternoon tea while out. They were of course eager to meet up with Alice. The receptionist, a young pretty girl dressed in the same uniform as the crossdresser on duty yesterday, asked when Davina should come to their room and Eve replied in an hour, to avoid any suspicion. But they spent the hour refreshing themselves and changing into something more casual. ***** I knocked on the door, Eve opened the door and let me in. I was wearing my chambermaid costume to maintain the charade. I hugged Brenda and Eve hanging onto them. Eve asked if anyone wanted to drink but got no takers. "Okay, let's sit at the table again so that Alice can use the laptop to communicate," said Eve, who went on to update me on today’s developments and what is going to happen tomorrow. She gave me more background so I would be up to speed and asked me if there was anything unusual that happened today. I shook my head. "Anything about tomorrow?" I shook my head and then typed ‘I would be the last to know’. Eve then looked at me. "This is what is going to happen tomorrow. Are you able to meet me, say, on the terrace tomorrow at 11.45am?" I nodded. "Good, we will meet casually and then stroll through the grounds to reach the main gate area by noon. Is that something that you can do?" I nodded and then typed ‘I am free to roam the estate, although I have to wear heels, and I may be monitored. This watch I am wearing has a GPS tracker.’ "Ah," said Eve, "I thought you might have some form of punishment or other device on your person. I was going to ask you. It may be worth leaving it on until after we have taken control just in case something goes wrong when taking it off. When the police officers come in with the bailiffs, they will come across to us. They will photograph you and then take you to one of their mobile incident control centres. A police doctor will examine you, fit a sensitive throat mike and remove the watch if they can do it safely. They don’t think the mike will actually work, as you cannot whisper, so they will have other equipment available to help you to communicate. You will then be able to make a statement so that they can arrest any suspects on site and maintain the crime scene. As the raid continues they may seek additional information. What happens during the raid will be down to the police, but I will be hoping to be able to address the assembled staff before they leave. Now can you write up a list of people the police should be interested in." I wrote: ‘Definitely Freda, the manageress, she is the main protagonist, Kate, my supervisor and trainer, Harriet, the dressmaker and wardrobe mistress, although I cannot be sure if Kate and Harriet were fully aware of what was going on. All three are employed here. There was also Gina, the in-house nurse, although she was based elsewhere, she arranged the medical procedures. I was introduced to Josie Jensen as the owner of Vitesse Pleasures and Ivy Bond as the owner of Herald House on the day before the Grand Opening. After that day my status and feminisation took a turn for the worst’. "Thanks," said Eve, who saved what I had typed to a USB stick to give to the police officer in charge tomorrow. "Brenda can you stay with Alice tomorrow? Thanks." "Try and stop me!" Brenda replied. Eva then gave a large smile. "That’s enough for tonight. What should we do now? After all, we have paid for Davina special personal services!" They all laughed. Brenda then giggled. "What like a threesome?" They looked surprised then grinned. Eve exclaimed, "Why not!" I nodded quickly. Brenda looked sheepishly and then also nodded with a grin. I was, of course, trained and experienced for this. I took off my chambermaid uniform, hobbled to the king size bed, laid down in the middle, pulled up the sheet and beckoned Brenda. She took off her clothes and slipped in under the sheet and lay next to me. Eve also stripped and joined us with me in the middle and I put my arms around the both of them. Both Brenda and Eve went to caress my breasts, Brenda then moved onto me while Eve continued caressing my breasts. As my breasts are implants they are not as sensitive as natural breasts, but the training with Kate enhanced their sensitivity and I was soon writhing. This encouraged Brenda to reach down with trepidation and hold and caress my penis. She later told me she was quite thrilled that she had now touched a man’s penis and it was mine. I sensed Brenda’s hesitance, took her hand and gently guided her and she soon was caressing my nether regions. Eve brought her face closer and started kissing my nipples and then slowly worked her way up to my neck. I was enjoying the attention, these were my best friends and they loved me.They were not guests satisfying their own lust. The kiss David had given me just before I disappeared came into my mind and I turned to Eve and kissed her on the lips. Eve responded and we were soon exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues. We weren’t two males, we were girlfriends showing their affection for each other but with extra frisson of excitement. Since that first kiss I had become accustomed to being intimate with men, though it remained repugnant, and Eve had started on her journey. We were so engrossed with each, that Brenda started to feel left out. So she reached out and took both penises in each hand and started gently stroking. (It hadn’t taken her long to double her penis count!) Responding to Brenda’s attention, I pulled away from Eve and kissed Brenda passionately and Eve reached out and fondled her breasts. The attention she was getting from us was overwhelming and she let go of our penises. I took her place and started to masturbate Eve, who shifted to encourage me without letting up on Brenda. With my newly acquired expertise I slowly brought Eve to a climax, I decided not to tease her, this was the first time and it was all about love. And Eve exploded all over both Brenda and me. I then turned to Brenda and slid down the bed until my mouth was opposite her pussy. I then poured all my training and ill-gotten experience into pleasuring her, having come to realise Brenda was a lesbian. I continued for some time giving her a succession of orgasms. Eve pulled back and watched with delight the pleasure the two of us were experiencing. I sensed Brenda wasn’t finished so I slid up and started kissing her passionately while carefully positioning my erect penis at the entrance to her pussy. Brenda gasped and pulled me closer encouraging me to enter her. I responded and slowly moved to and fro stimulating her clitoris. After Brenda climaxed, I pulled out saving a deeper penetration to another time, I hoped. Brenda fell asleep with a smile on her face and Eve and I soon succumbed. I woke first finding three of us holding each other, Brenda was spooning with me and I was spooning with Eve. I lay awake but still not wanting to disturb them and thinking about the events ahead. The other two soon woke up and rolled out of bed and helped me put my shoes on. We all looked at each other in silence, easy for me. We were glowing and then Brenda and Eve burst out laughing and I started grinning. We hugged each other pleased that last night happened, pushing out the boundaries so we could engage with each other. I put on my chambermaid’s costume, hugged Brenda and Eve. "Well this it," Eve said, "good luck and I will see you on the terrace just before quarter to twelve." I returned to my room, got dressed in my masseuse uniform, I chose the dress today, and went to see Kate for my debriefing. CHAPTER 11 ENDGAME Meanwhile in London "Ivy," said Josie when Ivy answered her mobile. "I have just received a letter from the landlord giving notice to quit. They are going to redevelop the building. This could not come at a more difficult time with the setting up and opening Herald House, it will be some time before Herald House breaks even. I don’t know how I could cope with the extra costs and time needed to relocate and we will have to find somewhere else to live." Ivy replied, "Oh that is terrible news, did they say when we had to leave?" "No date or time scale was mentioned, without some indication there will be uncertainty and it will be difficult to make plans, especially as the lease was due for renewal next month. I will try to contact the letting agent and see if I get any more information and we can talk about it tonight." Ivy has gone back to living with Josie, only visiting her marital home occasionally. Despite her efforts Josie was unable to talk to anyone, nobody returned her messages. The following afternoon, Josie’s mobile rang with Ivy’s ringtone, she answered, "Hi Love." A distraught Ivy sobbed. "I’ve been sacked! They said something about misconduct and some disturbing information that they had become aware of. I was escorted out of the building. I’m on my way home in a taxi." Ivy arrived home and Josie was waiting for her. Josie tried to console Ivy. She had come up from her office to spend time with Ivy despite the problems she was having finding out about the lease. A bewildered Ivy told Josie what had happened in more detail. She could not accept it, she thought she was doing well. "Josie, if I am not reinstated or get another position with a similar remuneration, I may have difficulty making the loan payments depending on how much cash I can extract from David’s household account." On hearing this Josie's face dropped and she cried. "Oh my god, what are we going to do?" They went to bed early and just held each and eventually sobbed themselves to sleep. They were woken by the phone ringing. It was just before ten, the caller ID displayed Freda’s mobile number. Josie answered. "Hello Freda. I am glad you called. We have been given notice to quit and Ivy lost her job yesterday. We need to meet up today to discuss our options. We'll make arrangements after you have told me why you rang." "I don’t know what is going on," Freda replied, "but when I got into my office this morning there was a courier delivery addressed to Ivy on my desk. As it did not appear to be personal I opened it. Apparently, the last loan repayment had not been received and she is now in default. If they do not receive payment and proof of the continued ability to pay by midday today they will repossess Dove House in accordance with the loan agreement. Do you know anything about this? What should I do?" Josie’s face dropped and after a stunned silence replied. "I have no idea what is happening, this could not have come at a worse time. Can you email me a copy of the document? I will talk to Ivy and get back to you as soon as possible." She rang off and turned to Ivy and said. "It has just got worse. That was Freda; she has received an urgent letter addressed to you from the loan company. Apparently the last repayment due was not made, If they do not receive payment by noon today and proof of your ability to pay in the future they will repossess Heron House. What is happening Ivy?" Ivy was stunned for a while and then her management skills kicked in and she focussed on the problem at hand. "I’ll go online and access the accounts and see what has happened. There should have been sufficient funds. With my sacking, being able to demonstrate my ability to pay will be difficult until I am reinstated or get a new position. I was looking forward to a life of luxury with you, full of lesbian bliss and free of financial worries, with Vitesse Pleasures as our hobby and I am going to make sure it’s still going to happen." After about an hour of frenzied online activity and agitated phone calls a confused and perplexed Ivy looked over to Josie. Josie had been trying unsuccessfully to find out more about her lease. Ivy said with incomprehension. "The accounts in my married name are overdrawn and the credit cards are maxed out. The loan repayment didn’t go through due to insufficient funds. The household account used by David to pay my allowance and credit card balances has no funds. The regular transfer from David’s business account has not been made. The bank refused to say why or who stopped the transfers as I am not the account holder. He hinted something about David’s business being wound up. I don’t know if David has resurfaced or it was by default. I can’t raise the money or provide proof of income except the rent I receive from you for Herald House, which isn’t enough. We should have enough headroom in the business overdraft for the development of the Herald House business to cover the overdue payment and we could draw up a new rental agreement. That may hold off the loan company, but it won’t stand up to scrutiny as the Herald House side of the business is not yet in profit and the main business will be impacted if we have to relocate. Let’s go down to the office, make the necessary transfers and draw up the documents." By the time they had paid the overdue amount and emailed and couriered the documents supporting Ivy’s income it was nearly noon. They just made it. So they went up to their flat for a well-earned lunch. There was a knock at the door and standing there was a man accompanied by two women police constables. "Good afternoon," the man said, "I am Detective Sergeant Bristol of the Surrey Police, these two officers are from the Metropolitan Police. May I ask you name please?" "I am Josie Jensen," she said with some hesitation. "Thank you madam. Is there a Ms Ivy Bond living here?" Josie replied: "Yes," she was now shaking. She has always thought she may one day receive a visit from the police due to the nature of Vitesse Pleasures activities but that would not have involved Ivy. "Ivy, it is the police, they want to talk to you," she called out. "You better come in," she said to the officers. The detective confirmed the identity of the two women and then said in a formal voice. "Ivy Bond and Josephine Jensen I am placing you both under arrest. You will be taken to the local police station." He then cautioned them, the two WPCs stepped forward, handcuffed them and took them down to the street to a waiting police car. The main entrance to Vitesse Pleasures had been taped off as a crime scene. Police officers were interviewing the staff and a few embarrassed guests. Shortly after SOCO (Scene of Crime Officers) arrived and started to look for evidence. Josie and Ivy sat in the back of the police car perplexed and confused and with stunned silence. Meanwhile at Herald House main gate I met Eve and Brenda on the terrace as we strolled casually through the grounds to arrive at the main gate just on noon. A convoy of police and other vehicles arrived and one of the patrol vehicles blocked the entrance. I saw a senior police officer approach the gatehouse accompanied by a man dressed in a suit and tie. One of the security guards stepped out to meet them while his colleague picked a phone. "How can I help you gentlemen?" I heard the guard say. "I am Detective Chief Inspector Bentley and I have a warrant to enter this estate as part of an ongoing investigation. This gentleman is a bailiff," the police officer announced. "Good afternoon," said the bailiff, "I have here a court order to take possession of Dove House and estate and to seize any items of value as collateral." "The house and estate is now a crime scene and we will be entering to search for evidence and retain any suspects present," DCI Bentley announced. Meanwhile the other security guard was speaking to Freda. "Hello ma'am, this is the gatehouse. The police have turned up in force." She heard Freda swear. Meanwhile her colleague entered the gate house, she handed him the phone and told him she had Ms Hillman on the line. He spoke to Freda. "The police have a warrant to enter the estate and the house and they have declared it a crime scene. There is also a bailiff here with a court order to repossess the property." He listened to a shouting Freda. "Sorry, ma'am, I cannot do that, I cannot stop them from coming in." He put down the phone. Freda checked the CCTV monitor in her office and saw that the main gate was blocked and police vehicles were heading up the drive. She panicked, grabbed her bag and then sat down again - she knew there was no other way off the estate; hoist by her own petard. She tried to ring Josie and Ivy but got no replies. She decided to cooperate and made her way to the entrance hall. DCI Bentley had now entered the gatehouse. "Would you please leave the gatehouse and go with the constable waiting outside. You will be interviewed, but you are not under suspicion. We are interviewing all staff and visitors before they are allowed to go. You two are lucky because you are already at the gate." Other staff were beginning to gather near the gatehouse trying to find out what was going on. He spoke to a WPC and the two of them walked over to us. "Hello Eve (he had remembered his gender awareness training), well here we are and so far so good. I have heard from DS Bristol; Josie Jensen and Ivy Bond have been arrested and are on their way into police custody courtesy of the Met." In hearing what he said I was surprised and relieved. Eve then handed DCI Bentley the USB drive with my statement. "The file on this drive has the names of the suspects." The DCI handed the drive to the WPC who inserted it into the tablet she was carrying. He then turned to me and said, "You must be Alice, or would you prefer Charles? I am DCI Bentley, you can call me Steven." "Yes, I am. You can call me Alice while I am dressed like this and look like a woman, otherwise I prefer Charles. But I think it will be some time before I am Charles again! When necessary please use Charles Austin formally." Steven then turned to Brenda. "Hello, I believe it is that you to thank for the lead in opening up this case, rescuing Alice and catching the culprits." Brenda blushed. "Hello, no I should thank you and, of course, Eve for uniting me with my friend." She put her arm around Alice. "This is WPC Tina Marcos, she will be your liaison Alice," said Steven. "You are her sole responsibility. I understand Eve explained to you last night what will now happen. So if you and Brenda will accompany Tina, she will take you to our mobile incident centre for you to be photographed and for a medical examination. I would like you to remain here while the raid continues, I am sure we will need your help. Now, Eve and I have somebody we need to go and see and we will catch up later." They set off for the main house accompanied by the bailiff while Brenda and I went with Tina. ***** Herald House As Steven, Eve and the bailiff approached the main entrance to the house; they saw that officers were marshalling staff and guests in the car park. They entered the house and noticed a smartly dressed forlorn woman standing with a detective constable. The detective spoke to Steven. "Good afternoon boss." And then he nodded to Eve and the bailiff. "This is Freda Hillman, the manager here, she has offered to cooperate." "Thank you for your cooperation, Ms Hillman, but I'm sorry, with the information we have received you will be arrested and be under caution. Would you please accompany this Detective Constable, who will take you into custody and take a statement. This gentleman is a bailiff and will be serving a court order to permit the loan company to repossess Dove House." She took the notice, glanced at it and silently handed it back. The bailiff took it and posted it on the front door. She then left with the detective. A sergeant came up to Steven and said, "Sir, we have secured the house and all staff and visitors are now assembled in the car park. Kate Noble, Harriet Williams and Gina Westfield, who is here today, have all identified themselves. They have been cautioned and are being interviewed in the restaurant." "Thank you sergeant," said Steven who then turned to Eve. "I wish to address the staff and guests and I know you want to talk to the staff. Let’s go so we don’t hold them up for too long." They walked out to the car park. "Can I have your attention please! I am Detective Chief Inspector Bentley and I am leading an investigation into serious crimes involving a number of people working here. We do not wish to detain you unnecessarily. We have already detained our suspects so you should have nothing to worry about. My officers will take a statement from each of you and check your belongings, you will then be free to go. Now the lady beside me, who some of you may recognise as a guest staying here, wishes to address you." Reverting to her natural voice as she was speaking loudly, which had some members of staff murmuring to each other, Eve announced. "My name is Eve McClaren, I represent the loan company that has just repossessed this estate. I have also been helping the police in a personal capacity. It is my intention to continue the business here, strictly legal and with a safe environment for all. Some of you may have realised during my stay, and just now, that I am trans, so I am a sympathetic supporter. After you have been interviewed by the police, and assuming you are not then arrested," there was a nervous laugh from the gathering, "please leave your details at reception. You will be continued to be paid. I know some of you will be anxious about your future, but I’ll appreciate it if you let me focus on today and a successful outcome of this raid and repossession. And to our guests, I am sorry your stay has been cut short. I am pleased to offer you a complimentary stay when we are up and running again. Thank you, I hope to see all again, well the innocent ones anyway!" The gathering burst into applause. Steven went to talk to his officers and Eve went round to the terrace to call his office and various other parties to bring them up to up to date and find out if there have been any developments. Everything was proceeding as planned with no issues. Steven walked up. "Eve, we have just arrested one of the maintenance staff we had interviewed. He was attempting to leave in a Triumph TR3." CHAPTER 12 LEGACY It is over six months now since the raid and I was finally free and had settled down into my old but new life. It has been a busy time with many life changing events and decisions for all. After the raid, Eve had invited me to stay with her in the Vauxhall apartment. I was still presenting as Alice at the time, I had no real choice and was quite happy to do so. I decided I would not return to Stag Cottage until my future had been settled; do I continue to live there as Charles or does Eve move in? I did fetch Alice’s clothes from Stag Cottage and from my old room at Herald House. Once I had finished helping the police with their enquiries, Eve insisted I visit her consultant, the one she was seeing about her transition. It was a private practice in Harley Street. The police doctor who examined me as part of the investigation was of the opinion that the NHS could reverse much of the feminisation and other procedures carried out on me, but Eve was assured by her doctor that she could improve my prospects to return to normal or alternatively improve my femininity. Eve argued that it was her wife who damaged me and it was through her, or rather David’s, actions that put me in jeopardy. I was eventually persuaded, Eve was wealthy enough for me not to be concerned. The consultant suggested that my recovery should be phased and I agreed. I was going to continue to live as a woman until I could again present myself as a man; although I will always be a crossdresser. My recent crossdressing experiences (the pleasant ones that is), the variety of outfits and costumes, the day out with Olivia to Winchester and being dressed as a woman full time all had had a significant impact on me. My enjoyment of crossdressing had widened and deepened, although not to the extent that I wanted to dress full time or feminise my body. The priority of course was to recover my speech, I didn’t understand how or why but my voice soon returned. My breasts were reduced to my preferred B cup for the time being. Repairing my ligaments, so I was not forced to wear heels, took longer with a number of surgical procedures and extensive physiotherapy. I was down to two inch heels as it were, though I still wore three or four inch heels, it helped apparently but I couldn’t resist it anyway. Because of the support of Brenda and Eve, I did not need any counselling. Ivy and Josie's long term relationship was strong enough to survive, but in name only. They were both tried and imprisoned, in separate institutions, for a long list of offences and will not be seeing each other for some time. I was called as a witness. I was still presenting as Alice which drew sympathy from the court. Being lesbians, fellow inmates were attracted to them, but it was more assault than caring. They have nothing to look forward to when they are released. Their dreams of a glamorous hedonistic lifestyle at the expense of David morphed into a nightmare of poverty and exploitation. A just retribution. Ivy never tried to contact Eve, which was a pity for her, because despite her greed and vicious actions, Eve may have helped her to rehabilitate. Freda was also tried and imprisoned, but for a shorter term than Ivy and Josie. She was not benefiting financially to any degree and was acting on behalf of her employer, Josie, but much of my suffering was initiated by her, albeit at the behest of Josie and Ivy. Although her early treatment of me as a housekeeper and personal assistant had been more caring once she got to know me. One of her offences was for receiving stolen goods, namely a Triumph TR3. The police never traced her associates who carried out the kidnapping. Gina was tried and imprisoned for assault. She had shown some compassion as befitting her role as a nurse and she did carry out her duties with respect to other staff with professionalism. However, she was not stuck off because she was never registered. She never disclosed how she gained her knowledge and experience, it was suggested that it was through research on the internet and working for an underground clinic. The view was taken that Kate was probably aware that I was being held and forced to be a masseuse against my will, but she had carried out her duties with care and compassion. She was the only member of staff to discover that I was just a straight crossdresser. She was secretly attracted to ‘Davina’. After I intervened on her behalf, the Crown Prosecution Service did not take her case to court, but she did receive a police caution. The police concluded that Harriet was not aware of my status, there was no evidence any accusation would only have been speculative. She thought that my different treatment from the other special guest services providers was down to me being middle aged and a feminised male. She was free to go without a blemish on her record, although there was always suspicion, and she kept her job in charge of the Wardrobe. Eve offered me the job of managing the renamed Dove House Private Hotel. Initially I refused as there were many horrifying memories for me. But I changed my mind as Eve described her plans to provide jobs and training (of the right sort!) for people from the LBGT community and straight crossdressers like me. And to provide a safe and private place for guests from the same communities, as well as others including couples who just wanted a retreat with vanilla ice-cream and vanilla sex. The only house rules were consenting adults only and no violence; only spanking by hand is permitted. However, there was a dress code for the hotel’s common areas. It was the same as any reputable hotel, no fetish costumes, just dress as a man or a woman. Although there was no prejudice against unconventional modes, it would spoil the illusion for those who were crossdressing and had made the effort. I took the job without delay. I had lost all the business I had before I was kidnapped. My clients had no idea what had happened to me and had gone elsewhere, it would have taken time to rebuild my client base. Although there were times when I was Charles at the Hotel, most of the time I was Alice. I dressed as a business woman, well I was, mainly in smart skirt suits and blouses or tops, but I also wore dresses and occasionally trousers. I often took the opportunity in the evening to visit the restaurant or bar in an elegant cocktail dress or evening gown and wore the highest of heels and played the hostess, it was thrilling and I was in my element. I offered Kate her job back, she was very good at it, but it was on probation. Kate and I worked well together, though I was now the supervisor! I also confirmed and welcomed Harriet's position as wardrobe mistress. The three of us made a great team before, despite the circumstances, and our relationship blossomed now I could speak! Kate suggested I promote Martin to be head of reception. I agreed but I couldn’t help thinking about our ‘occupational’ intimacy during my training. I wondered if it would cloud my perception when dealing with him, although Kate would be his boss. The job included Freda’s old accommodation. I asked Brenda to move in with me, the whole experience had brought us closer together. She said she was still a lesbian but was attracted to and loved me because of my feminine nature, but I think she was bisexual but hadn’t admitted it to herself. It didn’t matter because we both remain faithful to each other. Our sexual life is fulfilling, we make love as lesbians and we make love as a heterosexual couple. We have been discussing starting a family. It was possible, I had not been forced to take a high dose of hormones nor was I castrated. But I wondered whether at our age we should be having children, we are going to be mistaken for grandparents and not the parents! And we may miss the important events in their young adult lives. Brenda continued with her career, it wasn’t far for her to drive to work. I continued to live as Alice and present myself as a woman. Having kept my crossdressing a secret all these years I was relieved that Alice was now out in the open, but both Brenda and I missed Charles. When it came around to deciding on the second phase of my recovery, whether to stop, further feminisation or revert to my former self both Brenda and I decided on the ‘Charles’ option and I had the breast and hip inserts removed. My facial and body had gone forever, which Brenda and I were quite happy about, as we both wanted Alice to still be in our life. My head hair had grown back, but I kept it cut in Charles’s style and my thinning hair had quickly become a bald patch, doubtless due to stress, Alice will always need a wig. My body still had a feminine waist, having had ribs removed and liposuction. I never did have the threatened corset training, so with time my shape was less defined. Still a benefit for Alice, as she did not need to wear a waist cincher, but not so for Charles when bare chested. But Brenda loved it. I was no longer a ‘shemale’, a term I found derogatory under the circumstances, I was a male with subtle feminine characteristics. But I did miss my breasts. I was very proud of them as they were of a perfect size and shape for my overall body size and I tended to wear fitted clothes that highlighted or dressed them. To celebrate my return to near normality, Eve gave me a very realistic pair of breast forms that emulated the enhanced feminine breasts that I had just lost. She later told me that they were intended to be worn by women who had lost their breasts, no wonder they looked and felt so natural. And with tape I could create a flattering cleavage (one of the advantages of being overweight!) so I had retained the best of both worlds and I was able to keep all of Alice’s new wardrobe. I have often been asked why I did not attempt to escape from Herald House. I did often think about it. When I had eventually been allowed to wander the estate I did check out the border fences and I could see no means of leaving the estate other than through the main entrance. One time I inspected the fence close up, out of view of the surveillance cameras where it passed close by a wooded part of the estate, and it wasn’t long long before someone from security showed up; which was either a coincidence or a demonstration that my GPS tracker was being monitored. I decided if I did get through the main gate I wouldn’t get far out in the countryside especially in three inch stiletto heels, I never had access to boots or thicker heels. I realised it was unlikely I could escape without help or if I just got very lucky. It was because of the trust in me shown by Olivia, and indeed Herald House staff, that I didn’t take the opportunity to escape while in Winchester; well that and the GPS tracker. I had wanted to escape, I wanted my old life back, to see my friends again and regain my freedom. But recently I have come to realise that part of me didn’t want to. As a crossdresser I was in my element! I had Harriet and her wardrobe to support me with clothes, accessories, wigs and make up. I had a womanly figure. And a range of exciting, and not so exciting, clothes, costumes and outfits to wear. I was in crossdressing heaven. And I had yet to have the full bridal experience, to wear the Lady Mary dress or indeed to be Wonder Woman. There was a cost of course, I didn’t really enjoy sex with men, but I had come to accept it if I am honest with myself, and the sex with women more than made up for it. Conversely, the assault by Robert, the pensioner, was too much, but the caning by ‘Miss Fritton’ really brought me back to my senses. I was then determined to find a way to escape but the calvary soon arrived to rescue me! Eve divorced Ivy without having to make a settlement. Under normal circumstances she would have been happy to do so, well a reasonable settlement anyway. Eve decided not to continue with her transition but to continue to live full time as a woman, she realised she was content just being a crossdresser. Eve kept her female identity. She is in a steady relationship with a woman of the same age and with similar tastes. The three of us, Eve, Brenda and I, all love each other deeply and we regularly got together as a threesome. But never with Charles. However, once Alice had lost her womanly figure and Eve’s new relationship developed, the ‘threesome’ was replaced by the four of us getting together socially, including holidaying. Eve’s experience with men had gone no further than enjoying sex with Alice as part of the threesome, and it had only ever been Alice, never Charles. Olivia became closer to her cousin Eve. She asked Eve if she could meet me, as she had enjoyed Davina’s company, and Olivia, Brenda and I, as both Alice and Charles, became the best of friends. Olivia tried to encourage us to have children, she wanted to be their godmother! She never again experienced ‘Davina’s services’ after that the first evening. Eve’s businesses thrived. When she took over Vitesse Pleasures she renamed the business Triumph Enterprises. The Dove House Private Hotel, formerly Vitesse Pleasures' Herald Hotel has become a success, though Eve does subsidise the development of staff needing shelter and help because of their gender preferences. And she helps them with counselling and medical support. She extended the Hotel’s services to cater for all crossdressers, male and female, and to provide a wider range of functions and events. They could use facilities such as the restaurant or terrace or venture out into the grounds. It was a great success and complimented the room services. Vitesse House in Clapham was vacant, because of the collapse of Vitesse Pleasures, so Eve developed the site. It was a mixed development that included a crossdressing studio and a club under the Triumph Pleasures banner. Eve is in negotiation to rent a girls’ private boarding school, while it is vacant during the school’s summer break, to run a summer school for crossdressing boys and trans girls. Provisionally called ‘The Mayflower Girls’ School’, parents would enrol their ‘sons’ to experience and enjoy the life of a boarding school girl, if only for six weeks, receive classes in presenting and behaving as a girl and to have mementoes and a backstory for later in their lives. Extracurricular activities such as drama, dance and sports were planned as well as social events, all modelled on events at a real school for girls. In the longer term she may build a centre on the Dove House estate and make it available for crossdressing events, courses and experiences throughout the year. Kate, Harriet and I developed Kate’s ‘Downton Abbey’ idea. The Lady Mary dress had been finished for some time when Harriet brought it out and suggested I tried it on, it was made for ‘Davina’ after all. I was delighted with it. We thought it looked better on me with the smaller bust than it would have done on ‘Davina’. We decided to hold weekend parties set in the early 20th Century including dinners, dances, picnics, carriage and horse rides around the estate and even a shooting party (but with clay pigeons). Guests would pay to take on a role as a family member, a family guest or a member of the household staff. The more prestigious the position the higher the fee. Wardrobe hired out costumes off the rail or supplied bespoke, or a guest could bring their own provided it conformed to the dress code. It was surprising how many crossdressers had their own Edwardian evening dresses or maid’s uniforms. If there was a vacant role then one of the hotel staff would step in. It was just like the parties at Dove House and at Polesden Lacey in their heydays. Once I was back to being Charles, Brenda and I decided to get married and return to Stag Cottage. We had a conventional wedding with our families and friends. Alice was nowhere to be seen, one reason was that I wanted it to be Brenda’s day. But it was also the best day in Charles’s life. However, we did have a second reception at Dove House the following day when it was Alice’s day and I got to finally wear the wedding dress I tried on so many months ago, but this was for real. I had the full experience courtesy of Harriet. I had a full makeover, nails and an elegant wig. I wore a bridal corset, matching white lacy bra, camisole and french knickers and five inch strappy heels in satin white. I didn’t wear a veil, it was a reception and I wanted only Brenda to have worn a veil on our wedding day. I wore something old, a beautiful Edwardian diamond ring given to me by Olivia, something borrowed, the dress courtesy of Triumph Pleasures, and something blue, a garter given to me by Brenda. I wore Olivia’s ring next to my wedding ring, it looked just right even though it wasn’t an engagement ring. Towards the end of the reception I went to change into a going away outfit, something of an old tradition. I wore the outfit given to me by Olivia when we went to Winchester, to show my appreciation to Olivia, and to mark what had been heaven for ‘Davina’. And I really enjoyed wearing the hat again, so rare to find an opportunity to wear a proper hat these days. We headed off to Stag Cottage. The following day Brenda and Charles embarked on our honeymoon, Alice was left at home. The Herald House staff member who attempted to steal the TR3 was given a suspended sentence. He lost his job. Eve often lets me take out her Triumph TR3 for a drive. POSTSCRIPT Ivy and Josie lost everything through greed and harm. Brenda unexpectedly got a husband and a girlfriend. The day out to Winchester with Olivia was Davina’s heaven. The evening with the headmistress was Davina’s hell. Brenda’s and Charles’s wedding was the best day in Charles’s life (and Brenda’s). Brenda’s and Alice’s wedding celebration was the best day in Alice’s life. There was a lot of crossdressing. For Alice and Eve it was a Triumph. _____ AUTHOR’S NOTES Full List of Principal Players Charles ‘Austin’ / Alice ‘Singer’ / Davina ‘Morris’, the storyteller Brenda ‘Riley’, Charles’s friend David ‘Wolseley’ / Eve ‘McClaren’, Charles’s friend Kidnapper from South London, associate of Freda Freda ‘Hillman’, Herald House manager Gina ‘Westfield’, Vitesse Pleasures company nurse Harriet ‘Williams’, Herald House wardrobe mistress and dressmaker, later Dove House Ivy ‘Wolseley’, nee ‘Bond’, David’s wife and owner of Herald House Josie ‘Jensen’, Ivy’s lover Kate ‘Noble’, special guest services team leader and trainer, later Dove House manageress Linda, special guest services provider or masseuse Martin, special guest services provider or masseur, later head of reception for Dove House Nigel, special guest services provider or masseur Lady Olivia ‘Austin-Healey’, widow and guest, David’s cousin Mummy’s boy, guest Paul, ‘the passenger’ and guest Queenie, pensioner, wife of Robert and guest Robert, pensioner, husband of Queenie and guest Headteacher, headmistress Miss Fritton and guest DCI Steven ‘Bentley’, Surrey Police WPC Tina ‘Marcos’, Surrey Police DS ‘Bristol’, Surrey Police Fictional places and businesses ‘Stag’ Cottage, Hampshire, Charles’s home The ‘Toledo’ Hotel and Restaurant, Brighton The ‘Spitfire’ Inn, Sussex ‘Vitesse’ Pleasures, Josie’s business ‘Vitesse’ House, Clapham, SE London, building leased by ‘Vitesse’ Pleasures and home of Josie and Ivy (not Ivy’s marital home with David) ‘Herald’ House, Vitesse Pleasures country retreat business ‘Heron’ House, near Guildford, the official name of ‘Herald ‘House bought by Ivy ‘Dolomite House’, ‘Vauxhall’, London Eve’s apartment block, as owner and resident (not David’s address) ‘Dove’ House Private Hotel, the new name of the ‘Herald’ House now owned by Eve ‘Triumph’ Pleasures, the new name for ‘Vitesse’ Pleasures now owned by Eve ‘Mayflower’ Girls’ School, an idea in development by Eve for a summer school for crossdressing boys British car marques and Triumph car models Did you notice that all surnames are British car marques and the fictitious places and businesses have the same names as given to Triumph models? Vauxhall is a real place and a car marque. The last car made with the Triumph marque was in 1984 when the brand became dormant. The car brand is currently owned by BMW. The safeword ‘Standard’ used in the story, came from Standard Triumph. Standard bought the Triumph motor car business to form Standard Triumph and later renamed the business Triumph. Triumph motorcycles is a separate business. The Triumph TR3 is a British sports car produced between 1955 and 1962. By the way, the author does not own a TR3 but wouldn’t mind one. Another fantasy! ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS I want to acknowledge early advice from Holly Snow, she helped me kick off the story. The advice was very helpful. There is a dressing and makeover service in Brighton, well Hove actually. It was the inspiration for the crossing studio used by Alice and Eve in this story. Check them out at translife.uk or their YouTube channel 'Crossdressing Lifestyle’. Polesden Lacey is a National Trust property near Dorking in Surrey open to the public. The large 19th-century house and gardens was the party house of an indomitable socialite. THE END