It was a normal Friday afternoon or so I thought when I left work. The weather was sunny and the sky blue. I was in a good mood as I was going to spend the weekend en-femme and also indulging in my other favourite pastime of riding my Bike. I sat astride my weekday machine, put my open face crash helmet on, adjusted my flying goggles and kicked the aged but very beautiful Bonnieville into life. The ride home was done almost in a flash such that my mind was really elsewhere. Thank god for built-in "autopilots". Once home, I parked the Bonnie next to my other special machine and hurried into my house. The package was there as I had left it that very morning.

Jody was branded a slut. Yes I mean what I say. The words "JODY-SLUT" was branded across her forehead in accordance with the Nationwide Law that was approved in the year of our DivineMaster . Since the year there had been widespread discrimination against those deemed to be living outside the law of the DivineMaster.

Jim and Rosalind were the first of the guests to arrive. As I showed them to their bedroom I could see that she was on tender hooks. Jim was already suited and booted so I sent him downstairs to join Simon who had at long last finished his makeup. I got her belt out of the wardrobe and presented it to her. A great shine came over her and I thought Jim will be in for a surprise tonight. "Ok my lady lets see if this will fit you" She got undressed as I unpacked the belt.

That Saturday night was awful. I could not sleep. I could not think. I got up. I sat down. The only word for it was awful. One minute I could not believe my luck at what I had stumbled on. The next, I thought that Babs had not told me even half what was really going on. The next, I was aghast that I had let myself be used like this. Sleep came very late in the night. It was not restful though. When I came too, I saw that it was nearly midday but I felt that I had only been asleep for a few minutes.

Tuesday morning came round very soon and we prepared for the visit to Georginas. I told the girls to wear something loose but fashionable including heels. The journey south took over three hours and was totally consumed by lots of small talk. Apart from the physical things that make women different from men, the ability of women to spend hours talking about nothing much in particular is a skill that is genetic. Men just do not comprehend how women tick. I had told them that Georgina was an old friend of the family who had set up a small very discrete business in Brighton. The seaside resort of Brighton is a remarkable place.

All of a sudden, Johns mom and sisters rushed up towards him to pick him up from the floor and take him to the bed. As soon as they got him, there they all started to say his name to try to get him to come around. After about minutes, he started to come around very groggily but he was coming to. "John" his mom asked. While he was still a bit bleary eyed but managed to respond with "Huh what where how when" was all he could muster at the time.

Part ; The Fashion Show It was with a feeling of both nervous anticipation a certain amount of dread that I entered a London Hotel in late June for an event that I hoped might change my life. If it didnt then I was going probably be plastered over every tabloid comic in the country. The invitation I carried in my slightly sweaty hand was for a show of Clothes that had been designed and made by the students of an internationally famous College Of Art Design who, would be graduating this year. I dont normally attend such functions but the college uses it as a way of sending the new graduates off into the big bad world with some money behind them.

The next morning I awoke to find only TJ still with me in bed. I kissed her gently but passionately. I got a little reaction from her but it was obvious that she was really asleep. I made a mental note that I should wake her up just by kissing and fondling her another morning. I slid out of bed, got dressed and went downstairs. I found fresh coffee brewing and I heard the clatter of the PC Keyboard. Judy was hard at work surfing the net.

John sat in his room wondering why he looked different to his two sisters, they were pretty, while he had shaggy hair, was always grubby after playing by himself as usual in the back yard, As usual the everyday occurrence, seen as he virtually had no friends being years old and quite a loner, when his dad left years ago without a word, At school he only had one person there that vaguely said hello to him every other day, and asked what hes been up to, John usually told lies, saying hed been up to all sorts of cool stuff so he didnt alienate himself from the only other person that said hi to him. John decided that he better take a wash before his mother saw him, tell

I wondered what sort of reaction I would get from TJ. I knocked on the door and entered her work area. TJ was working at her sketchpad. "You are Late. I havent got all day to hang around here. Lets get on with the fitting. You are just like your husband," she said not even looking up at me. I took off the trouser suit and the fitting began. I could feel the contempt for me as a man oozing from here every pore.