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THE FALL OF LES AND THE RISE OF LILLY "Sir, excuse me Sir," the agitated shop assistant called after him, "you are in the wrong department, women's lingerie and women's wear are this way." She took hold of his arm and led him out of the small menswear department towards the sign that read "Ladieswear." She took him through the racks of skirts and dresses, past some changing rooms where he glimpsed a man trying on a dress being watched over by his wife amongst women who were also trying on various items of clothing. The shop assistant thought she recognized him and she was sure he had been male, she could always spot them when they came into the store, she felt it was because they all tried too hard to pass as female. Lilly was not surprised that no one had seemed concerned that a man was there in the changing room he had just passed. He must have been one of the men who had broken the law and had been convicted of performing acts of homosexuality, just like himself. Such a dreadful law, he thought and shivered inwardly. "May I ask you where your wife is Sir? You do know that men like yourself are not permitted to wonder about the store unattended," the shop assistant told him still holding his arm tightly as she led him to the main counter. She knew that that was no longer the case but liked to play that card believing it kept her in control of her department. "What is your name Sir?" "Lilly," he replied softly, despite all the changes, his softer skin, visible breasts, his larger bottom and bigger thighs, after all the voice altering classes he had attended he still had a male voice which he was thoroughly embarrassed about. He looked at his arm just below his short sleeve blouse where she had gripped him and could already see the bruise appearing. He easily bruised these days, he was sure it was the medication that men like him now were taking to maintain their desired appearance. He sighed thinking his arm seemed much thinner than it used to be. Lilly, the name his Julian had inflicted on him which his wife had adopted. "Lilly of the Valley," she called him affectionately. Her flower. It did not seem so long ago that she considered him a thorn in her side. Then the message rang out over the intercom, "We have a man called Lilly at the front desk in Ladieswear, who seems to be lost, he is about 5 foot 8, wearing a red flared short skirt, a pale pink blouse and his hair is an adorable shade of silver." He saw his wife, Marge, walking towards them with a frown on her face and pretended to be a little afraid. She was more annoyed with the shop assistant, she felt there was no valid reason to embarrass her husband. But they both played their part. "Lilly what have you been up to? I swear I turn my back for one minute and you disappear," she scolded him. "I do hope he has not been any trouble," she addressed the shop assistant. "None whatsoever Minister," the shop assistant replied, recognizing her from social media, the papers and TV as a member of the Government. She was sure her husband was about to say something as he was pouting which was a sign he was about to be disagreeable so she put a restrictive arm about his shoulder she said, "It's fine Lilly, everything is OK now, I do apologize, sometimes he gets confused." "Well Lilly, now as we are here in the Ladieswear Department I do believe we will be able to do what we set out to do and get you some new clothes that actually fit you," and to the assistant, "I tell you he has such a problem with his weight, now every time we come here he needs bigger sizes in everything, I wonder my dear if you would take Lilly in hand and help him choose something pretty." "It would be my pleasure," she replied, remembering having outfitted Lilly before. Marge continued, "I ran into a colleague a moment before and told her I would meet her in the caf? upstairs and if you could perhaps call me when he have finished shopping, which knowing him will be a while, or better still escort him upstairs when he's ready." "He needs some dresses and skirts, tops of course, something seasonal, after all it is Summer, lots of underwear, he is just bursting out of his panties and he could definitely do with a couple of new bras." His wife ignored the fact that she had made him blush with that comment, he did not feel he was "just bursting out of his panties," they were a snug fit is all. "It would be my pleasure to assist your husband Minister," the shop assistant repeated again, "he is in very safe hands." Squinting to read her nametag Marge said, "Thank you Mercy, just put everything onto my account," and with that she left Lilly in Mercy's care. In a very professional manner Mercy got to work, taking her tape measure which had been about her neck she measured Lilly's bottom, and on a pad which she magically produced she wrote down "size 16/XL?" The process was then repeated as she ran the tape about his chest. She knew from experience with men like Lilly that although their breasts were not as large and full as a real women's with the same chest measurements it was important that a bra would fit perfectly without causing discomfort or creating too much backfat when a bra was too tight. Lilly thoroughly enjoyed picking out his own panties, all colours of the rainbow, lacy and a little bit skimpy, Mercy shook her head and although she allowed him to get them in a similar design and in the same pastel colours with lots of lace she insisted that he get them in a full brief. "Believe me," she told him, "these will be much more comfortable." Although he had been in the store several times before and it always surprised him that the changing room was communal. Several women were there trying on all kinds of items. Mercy left him on his own for a few moments as she went to get an assortment of bras for him to try. Returning with an arm full of bras she removed his blouse and Mercy could not help but remark how tight the bra he was wearing was, "Oh my, that must have been uncomfortable." She could see the complete outline of the bra on his skin. He could not hear exactly what the other women in the changing room were saying, but he picked up, "the Minister's husband," "he was such a handsome man, who would have believed he was . . ." amongst the whispering and sniggers. "Ignore them," Mercy said to him quietly, "they are just jealous. They could never afford the clothes you wear." He did not feel better. No matter, he thought, it will always be like this. Mercy showed him an item that he could fit onto his bras. The small addition fit between the normal bra fastenings and allowed the back to be expanded. Mercy told him it was exactly what he needed. He came out of the fitting room wearing a new burgundy colored bra feeling less restricted and much more comfortable. She also convinced him slip into matching panties. "Now, some Summer clothes," Mercy said. The next hour was spend in and out of the changing rooms. He could not deny it, he loved trying on new clothes. Looking at himself in the full length mirror it was obvious to him that he had put on the pounds but he was determined to get himself back to a size 14. When he had started wearing dresses he could fit into a 12. At a pinch. Finally, with all his purchases, Mercy and Lilly entered the caf? upstairs with more bags and boxes then they should have been able to carry between them. Marge saw he was wearing what appeared to be a midi summer dress, a pale yellow, that reached midway on his calves, obviously a new purchase. Watching them come towards her she could not help but smile, he loved shopping and the smile on his face told that. He looked really amazing, he still looked slightly mannish, not surprising as he had been a very handsome man. But he looked good as he was, a little plumpish, she conceded, but good clothes looked so very good on him. As her husband swissed towards her she thought back four years when he was the very picture of manhood. She could not but feel a slight twinge of guilt, she had been part of the government who brought this about. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . FOUR YEARS EARLIER The Women First party had been just elected to another term in office. Before the election they had promised to make room for two males on the benches. The opposition had wholeheartedly agreed with this decision. It was a democracy after all and it was important that a male voice should be heard in Parliament. The situation the world was in at present had not come about by any great feminist movement, it had come about because the vast majority of the people on the planet were female. In fact at the time of the election there were four women for every male and the percentages were still rising. The previous all female government was elected because there were no male candidates contesting seats. The world was fighting the gender imbalance as best it could. They were firstly spending billions trying to discover why it was happening and secondly what could be done to increase the male sperm count which had dropped to an all-time low. The crazy thing was the UN had recently announced that it was adding men, for goodness sake, men, to its endangered species list but once again everything that organization did was similar to closing the barn door after the horses had headed off into the sunset. They had been doing nothing about climate change since it was so obvious it was already happening, doing nothing about wars, dictators, crazy heads of state, worldwide corruption and just straight out greed. Because there were now less men in some countries where women had been downtrodden for centuries things were changing for the better, elsewhere some daughters of corrupt dictators who had left their daughters to take control were no better that their fathers. But at least here Marge thought as she made her way into Parliament buildings she was happy to believe that she was part of a democratic government. Before the house that day was a bill called, "The Protection Of All Males." Reading through it the PM emphasized that these laws were being brought into being to protect their husbands, fathers, brothers and most of all our future sons. The bill passed almost unanimously, with just two abstaining. The two that abstained were the two men for whom the Government had made seats available. They felt the Bill was all wrong. Men, both old and young henceforth would need a sponsor which could be their mother or spouse or some other responsible female. Through their sponsor they would all be required to donate sperm to clinics that would be set up all over the country, this they were sure would assist in finding positive sperm donors and would help assisting with pregnancies that would produce more males. They would not leave the home alone. They were not permitted to gather in groups of more than three. Marge understood the first one, having a sponsor would insure that males gave sperm that could be assessed and tested, but not being allowed to leave home alone or gather together did not make much sense to her. It was supposed to be a free country after all. The PM continued with her mandate, on no account were they allowed alcohol, which she personally blamed for the low sperm count, and one that did not really concern the majority of men was that acts of homosexuality were banned. Revoking the law passed over 50 years which allowed it. No alcohol, Marge thought, how many babies were conceived because of it, lots, made no sense to her. As regards homosexuality being banned she did not really have an opinion but wondered if it really mattered. These laws would be immediately enacted and strictly enforced, the PM said, and were being put through because Government knew there would be a backlash from the male population and she wanted to prevent that and stamp out any dissent quickly. After it had passed, that night Marge went home and told her husband what had transpired. It took him fifteen minutes to stop laughing. "You have to be joking, do you really believe men will take this shit." He was to be proved wrong, they had no choice, yes they did initially go out, meet, argue with authorities, but found that they could not buy beer, were harassed by the police if they attempted to meet in bars. They may have been men and physically stronger than the now mainly female police officers, but six men against fifty crazy women wielding batons was not a match. "So this is all for our own good," he aimed at Marge, "to hell with you and your Government." Their marriage had fallen apart, it probably had some time ago when his doctor told him she was sure that his sperm count was most likely too low to get his wife pregnant. He knew Marge was looking for something from the sperm bank. She had not mentioned it to him, he opened a letter addressed to her while she was away. Things were worsening on the streets, men were out protesting and the police were inflicting injuries, casualty wards were filling. Then came an amendment to one of the laws already passed, mostly unnoticed again, involving the banning of homosexual acts. This was led by the PM, much to everyone's surprise, as the whole country knew her husband was bisexual. Being the PM's husband he got away with a lot of law breaking and it was to be his undoing. The amendment was plain and simply that any male caught in a homosexual act would be castrated. "We cannot have sperm wasted, we need to make an example of them," the PM told the country. It passed to a huge roar of support from a segment of sitting members. Not everyone agreed. Men all over suddenly became all macho. On the outside anyway. The PM's husband was not the first to be castrated, he would be about the tenth. Over the next year the mere suspicion of any male being homosexual was enough to have him turned into a eunuch. There was no proper court sessions just a statement from a witness of the alleged act was enough. At home Marge and her husband were leading separate lives. They kept to themselves. She knew he stole her wine and knew she could report him and there would be consequences. It was around this time that Julian, her PA, moved into the household, being male the law said he was required to have a sponsor. Marge filled that role, she relied heavily on Julian to keep her up to date on just about everything, from engagements to Parliamentary gossip. He was very good at that. The household now consisted of Marge, Les, Julian and Silvia, the live-in domestic. Silvia was a widow in her sixties and had been in the Minister's service since she had entered Parliament. She was a fair minded and pleasant woman who was fond of both Marge and Les. She had yet to make up her mind about Julian. Marge's husband, Les, hated Julian, hated being around him. Hated the way he strutted around his home as if he owned it, but being PA to a Cabinet Minister, allowed him to lord it over Les in a way that Les found creepy. He found out Les knew about his wife visiting the sperm bank and let Les know that like all males he donated regularly. Les felt sure he was gay but like every gay man these days they hid that fact. But the way he looked at Les worried him. Julian was easily six foot two and he seemed to enjoy trying to intimidate Les, giving him the occasional wink and deliberately pressing himself against him when they passed in the hallway or door entrance. Relationships had got so bad between Les and Marge that when he asked her to get Julian out of the house she just laughed and told him that Julian was now a part of the household and a more important one than he was. Les began to think perhaps he was not gay at all and that Julian was fucking his wife, that was until the Julian climbed into the shower after him, naked, and set in motion an incident that was going to change Les's whole life. He grabbed Les's head and kissed him, "Been playing hard to get darling Lilly," he said as he pulled away. He was bigger and stronger and had no problem pushing Les against the shower wall. He then reached a hand down to grab his penis. With the water cascading over them and the shower being slippery Les managed to kick out at Julian causing him to move backwards. Julian slipped and hit his head on the way down. He screamed. Marge hearing the commotion rushed into the bathroom, "What's going on here?" she yelled. Sitting on the shower floor, Julian with blood pouring from his forehead, mixing with shower water making it seem horrendous, was first to answer, "Your husband, came into the shower after me, he tried to force me to have sex with him. When I refused he assaulted me, he has not heard the end of this." "That" a lie," Les retorted. "Both of you, get cleaned up. I'll see you first in my office," she said to Julian. She ignored Les who wrapped a towel around himself and headed to his bedroom. Two hours later Marge texted Les and told him to come to her. "How could you, my own husband, you will make me the laughingstock in cabinet. Trying to seduce my PA in my own house." "It was him, Marge you have to believe me." "I cannot believe a word out of your mouth, ever since you were told you were incapable of producing a child because of your lack of seed you have been behaving oddly. No, you immediately apologize to Julian then go up to your room while I decide what to do. I cannot bear to look at you." He was about to answer her and plead his case when out of the corner of his eye he saw Julian emerge from the shadows and approach him. He had a plaster on his forehead and Les had no doubt he wanted revenge so decided to make a tactical retreat and make for the door. He was never going to apologize. "Right decision," he said to Les. It was about midnight when the dark van pulled up outside the Minister's home. The six ladies who emerged looked menacing and soon they were dragging a screaming Les down the stairs. In no time the van pulled away. "You did what was necessary Minister, after all it is the law," Julian told his boss. "I am sure you are right, now what's on the calendar for tomorrow?" Six days later the same van pulled up outside the Minister's home, a nurse in a white uniform was helping someone in a dressing gown towards the front door. Julian was expecting them. "I hope you have a room made up for me, " the nurse said, "I will be staying for about a week or until I'm sure the wounds have healed properly." Julian had been forced out of his room to the attic to make way for the nurse and Les, "Yes, everything is ready, just as requested, will he be all right to climb the stairs?" he inquired pretending he cared. "'Well if you want you can most definitely help, he is very weak," the nurse said. Once in the room they got Les to bed and the nurse asked Julian if he could go back out to the van and ask the driver for her medical kit. Julian was enjoying the state Les was in, and Les was too full of morphine to know what was happening. In no time he was back in the bedroom and the van had pulled away. "I am going to change his dressing, the Minister gave your name as someone willing to assist in his recovery so it might be a good idea if you stay and watch." It was exactly what he wanted. When the nurse removed what looked like a sanatory pad from Les's groin he gasped, "Oh My God, they took everything, his penis too, everything!" "Unfortunately the surgeon botched it, but she has been under the pump, you would not believe how many castrations she has performed in the past year, hundreds," the nurse tried to make excuses for the surgeon. "But it is still there, a stub, just underneath the wound, it's important that we do not let the wound heal over, we must insure there is an opening when it heals to enable him to pee. At present he is peeing into the bag by his side and I will be here until it is no longer necessary," the nurse explained to Julian. Julian's eyes widened, "It resembles a women's . . ." "Yes, it does rather," the nurse replied not allowing him to finish. She removed a kind of O-shaped ring from the area, washed it in alcohol, replaced it, put a clean sanitary pad back in place, applied some tape to hold it there then with Julian's aid helped Les into a pair of thick panties, the kind some women wear when they are having their periods. Julian was fascinated. He smiled inwardly. What would Les do when he discovered what had become of him? He could barely hold back the laughter. But once he got out of the room he did laugh. Les slowly came round and to his great discomfort discovered that Julian was in the room assisting the nurse. He had no memory that he had lost his manhood, he had been given so many drugs that he just believed he was ill. Julian had every intention of letting him know just as soon as he was fully conscious. He got that opportunity one of the times that the nurse was on a brake and he was going to change Les's dressings. He looked around to be absolutely sure there was no one in the room, "Oh you are awake darling Lilly, it's time for Julian to change your sanitary pad, bet you did not know you wore one, did you?" "Well darling Lilly you do," Les tried to rise in the bed, "no you don't gorgeous, lie still and let Julian clean you up." Les looked at him in horror. Lilly? "Yes darling Lilly let Julian do what he needs to do, firstly let's get those panties off," he slid them down Les's legs, "now let's spread those legs a little, that's good. Now the plaster," this he showed no mercy in removing, pulling at the hair that had not been shaved in the region. He removed the pad and taking one of Les's hands he placed it on the area when his manhood used to be. He saw the realization dawn on Les's face and knew he was now fully aware what had happened to him. The arrest, the mock trial, the clinic. It was all coming back. Les groaned aloud. "It will be OK darling Lilly, Julian will make sure that your little opening here stays open," here he placed Les's fingers over the ring. "Now Julian will take remove the ring, clean it and replace it, put a clean pad down there, tape it up and pull up your panties and make you all comfy again." When the nurse finally departed, a week after arriving, Julian took complete control of taking care of Les and moved into the bedroom with him. He continued to insist that Les ware a sanitary pad even though the wound had healed. "Just like a woman," Julian had told him. "In fact," he informed Les, "the Minister and I both agree that as you can never be a man again you will be much better off living as a woman, won't that be just wonderful." Julian dressed Les in panties and nightdresses ordered online and he now wore them to bed and when he made his journeys to the toilet. He discovered from now on he would sit to pee. Sometimes he stayed in the toilet longer than necessary crying. At night, Julian, insisted he check Les's "wound" and much to Les's horror he began to rub a light gel into it. "It must be kept moist and soft," was his explanation. Julian soon discovered when he could penetrate Les, firstly with one finger, then two. Julian began to see where this could lead. Could he? Then one evening Julian feeling aroused at the thought that he could fuck Les, he got out of his own bed and climbed in with Les. Les froze. "Let's remove these panties darling Lilly," he said and began taking them off. "Now let's see if this will work," he climbed on top of Les, who could smell alcohol, which was forbidden and forced his legs apart, "that's it, spread those legs for Julian," he found what he was looking for and with a triumphant little yell penetrated Les. "Oh darling, this is wonderful, if you only knew how long I have wanted to fuck you, oh, oh darling," he squealed as he came. Never had he cum so quickly. Les had tried and failed to fight against him, Julian was much stronger. Marge completely ignored what was happening to Les and allowed Julian full control. Les was now wearing dresses and Julian told him that from now on he would be helping Silvia with the household chores. And every evening he was spreading his legs for Julian and spending his nights crying after Julian had climbed out of his bed and back to his own. Silvia, being curious, was not happy with the sounds she was hearing coming through the bedroom wall. She wanted to go to Marge, but Marge was always so busy and she was unsure how to broach the subject. Then not being nosey she accidently overheard a conversation between Marge and Julian about receiving a notice informing her how his contributions to the sperm bank had dwindled to almost nothing. She heard Julian make some excuse about the pressure of work and caring for Les, etc., etc. Although she had been a widow for a number of years she was still a woman of the world and put two and two together and now knew what the noises coming through the walls meant. It was even more obvious when she noticed how Les was becoming more withdrawn by the day. Marge must be told. At first she refused to believe it, if this was anyone's fault, it had to be Les's. But it nagged at her and she asked a colleague for advice. Put a camera in the bedroom was the suggestion. As Minister for the Interior that was not going to be a problem. So while Julian was with her at her office in Parliament buildings and Silvia had taken Les out of the house grocery shopping she had the secret service install cameras in the bedroom. What she saw sickened her, the film included sound and listening to Julian berate Les, telling him, "Don't just lie there like a sack of spuds Lilly, put some life into it, wrap your legs around me bitch," Les obliged but it was obvious he did not want to. Once again a dark van parked up outside the Minister's home and once again a man was dragged into the back. Down at the station Julian confessed that he had lied about Les and in fact it was he who had tried to seduce him. Julian was one of the last men to be castrated. Everything was changing, Members of Parliament began to speak out about the draconian laws that had been passed to supposedly help men, when in fact it was not helping at all. Yes, the sperm banks were all telling the same story, there were more pregnancies and it appeared that there would be a small increase in the number of male children born. That was the only positive. At a session at UN it was discussed what was being done to homosexual men in a certain country saying it was barbaric and comparing it as being similar to the "Reign of Terror" which happened centuries earlier during the French Revolution. One speaker in our Parliament referred to the PM as "Madam Robespierre" and the name stuck. The protests only grew when it was discovered that almost half of those charged with committing homosexual acts were bogus claims. Brought by dissatisfied wives or jealous girlfriends who resented having to share their men. The PM was ousted on the first count of a vote of no confidence in her ability to lead the country. All the laws pushed through by the PM that had been passed were revoked, it would no longer be mandatory for males to supply sperm, but they were urged to donate voluntarily. It was no longer a crime against the nation to be homosexual. Men could legally consume alcohol again. The bars around the country were full to bursting that night. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THE PRESENT Now here he was walking towards where she was sitting at a table in the caf? of the department store with Mercy, the shop assistant from the Ladieswear Department in tow, laden down with his purchases. Les, or Lilly as he told her he wished to be called, her once very handsome husband, now the picture of a middle aged, if somewhat overweight, woman, but still good looking and always very elegant. "Come my dear, sit. Thank you Mercy for delivering him safe and sound, just drop everything on the seat over there," she pointed to an empty seat. "What on earth are you wearing Lilly?" she asked. "They are pants, I thought you had a dress on. You never wear pants." "Do you like them?" he asked back and did a little twirl. "Oh Marge, I could not resist them. The moment Marcy showed them to me I just had to have a pair," here he acknowledged Mercy with a wave as she was leaving. "Does my you know what look big in them?," he inquired as he turned his back to her. Marge felt the pants made her bum look bigger and through the pale yellow material she could make out the outline of the wine colored panties he had underneath, but decided a little lie was not going to hurt anyone. "Of course not dear, you look beautiful," seeing him so happy was worth the little lie. It had taken a full two years for Les to come to terms with who he was now. Marge believed that every penny spend on his rehabilitation was worth it, and the results achieved to have this person now happily accept himself, or as he thought, herself. "Come, sit beside me Lilly, I have to come to a decision and I want to speak to you." Lilly plonked himself beside her. "I am at a crossroads," she began, "some members of the Party have suggested that I consider becoming leader, this came as a bit of a shock as you know I was contemplating of getting out of politics altogether. With the world in such an upheaval who really wants the responsibility." "Now, they have told me that there was more than enough support to get me in, but the problem is now that the previous PM may be charged with misconduct and there could well be prison time involved, it is possible that charges could also be brought against her Cabinet, which I was part of." Lilly took her hand, "Marge listen to me, the way the judicial system works in this country it could be twenty years before any charges would be laid against you." He always surprised her when he made comments like this, one minute he could be playing the "Silly Lilly" the full of fun foolish little girl, next speaking like the lawyer he once was. "No, you go for it my love, you have earned the right to be the next PM, and now that it is going to be an all-party government, a motion that you yourself put forward, you are the most capable person to lead the fight against the problems that are springing up everywhere." "Do you really think so?" "I am certain, and I want to be by your side. I can be your next PA or perhaps your PA's PA.," he smiled, "but if I'm going to be in the spotlight I shall require lots of new outfits." "I believe you have spend enough of my money this morning madam," Marge told him, "now let's order." He had already finished a second cream bun, insisting they were only small, seeing Marge had only half eaten her chocolate slice asked, "Are you going to finish that?" "No, it's all yours," she looked at his sideways, "not sure where you put it." Wiping his mouth after finishing off the chocolate slice he blurted out, "I have decided I am going on a diet." Marge, with her coffee cup to her lips, always correct, always aware that in her position it was important to show restraint when out in public could not help herself as she sprayed the table in front of her with the coffee she was about to swallow as she broke into laughter.