Date: Sat, 11 Apr 1998 23:00:46 +0100
From: Paul 1954
Subject: New Story Submission - Lord's Prayer

Lord's Prayer 
by Paul 1954

Part 1

"Drastic means call for drastic measures" thought Peter DeVries. It was
'Lord' Peter DeVries actually, an Englishman living in LA.

Peter had a vast sum of inherited wealth and was  married to Catherine,
'Lady' Catherine, for the last 10 years. They had moved to LA 4 years ago
when Peter's media interests meant that he would be better placed if he
made his operational base here but still retained the ancestral seat in
Oxfordshire, England. This meant frequent trips home to the UK to manage 
affairs relating to his estate.

He had met Catherine prior to inheriting his fortune on his father's death
and they had spent 8 years of wedded bliss, without children, before things
started to go wrong.

He first had his suspicions that things were not right on returning from
one of his trips to the UK. Catherine had seemed distant and not interested
in anything to do with his trip. His suspicions were fuelled by gossip that
she had been visiting up-market restaurants with an un-identified
individual, this on more than one occasion.

Catherine always had a close network of friends in LA and leaned heavily on
these during Peter's absences. Nobody, within this network, knew who she
was seeing. When asked casually by Peter what she had been doing whilst he
was away she shrugged her shoulders and stated "nothing in particular - you
know, the usual". He was beginning to wander what exactly the usual was !

During subsequent visits this trend continued with Catherine being seen on
the town with the same man, nobody knowing who this was, and Catherine
denying anything out the usual happening. In addition to this Catherine was
now socialising with a well known divorce lawyer with a reputation for
obtaining very favourable settlements for his clients. 

All perfectly innocent ! 

Peter did not think so and wanted to find out exactly what was going on
here before he was parted from his fortune.

Part 2.

It was during a business trip to the UK that Peter had stumbled on a
possible means of investigating what was going on. The idea of hiring a
private detective was repugnant to Peter and offended what was left of his
English sense of fair play! Besides, he still loved Catherine and wanted to
fight to keep her - his inheritance was not the only issue here ! He wanted
to do his own dirty work.

After a week away  Peter was dining with James, an old public school
friend, who was now well placed within the British Museum. After a pleasant
and relaxing meal they were enjoying a Brandy together when Peter's friend
felt inside the breast pocket of his jacket and pulled out a hand sized
package. 

James opened the package and removed his hankie that he had used to protect
the item and held out a necklace with a round medallion with what looked to
be an Angel on it.

"Here Peter, have you seen anything like this before - this was given to me
by a friend returning from a trip to Boston who found it by the roadside.
We haven't managed to establish its origin yet although early
investigations seem to indicate it originated from Africa".

This item intrigued Peter who had long held an interest in antiquities. The
item didn't appear to be too valuable at first sight but Peter was
strangely drawn to it.

"I have some contacts within the Smithsonian Institute in Washington - I am
sure that they would be interested in investigating it's origins, would you
mind if they had a look at it?" asked Peter.

"Sure" said James. "I am organising an Egyptian dig over the next 6 weeks
and wouldn't have the time to take this any further right now. I was going
to return this to the vaults tonight anyway and would be grateful if
someone could find any additional information for me".

Re-wrapping the medallion James handed Peter the package and bade him
farewell until they would meet up again in two months time.

Returning to his hotel that evening Peter was relieved to have something to
take his mind off of his marital difficulties and decided he would have
another look at the medallion but first he would take a shower and refresh
himself prior to going out for an evening meal.

Stepping out of the shower Peter towelled himself dry and sat down on his
bed. Before dressing he unwrapped the package and decided to see what  the
medallion looked like on.

Putting the medallion over his neck he walked over to the mirror.

"Hey - this looks quite good  on me" he thought but noticed that there
appeared to be a mark on the front of the medallion. He went back into the
bedroom and picked up James's hankie to rub the offending mark from the
medallion.

As he did this he felt a slight tingling sensation in his chest which
spread to all other parts of his body. This left him feeling a little
nauseous. He staggered a little as he went to get himself a drink of water.


As he reached out for the glass he noticed that his normally dark and hairy
arms seemed lighter in colour and also less muscular, his hand becoming
more refined. The nauseous feeling returned as he returned to the bathroom
and looked in the mirror.

He noticed that his dark brown hair had lightened to a sandy colour and had
receded a little. His smoothly shaven face was also now sporting a light
moustache. Despite his slowly fading eyesight he recognised the face in the
mirror.

"Good God" he exclaimed as his fingers probed his face - "I look exactly
like James".

Peter returned to the bed feeling confused and shaken.

"How on earth could I have turned into my old friend" thought Peter and
suddenly remembered the tingling feeling he had experienced earlier after
he had rubbed the medallion. He tried rubbing the medallion again with
James's cloth and also rubbed it with tissue and an old hankie he had but
nothing happened.

All plans for going out were abandoned as Peter headed straight for the
mini-bar and poured himself a whiskey to steady his nerves. It was still
early being only 7:15 pm but Peter was overcome with both the emotional
upset and the exhaustion that the physical changes had brought to him.
This, along with the alcohol, sent Peter into a deep sleep - still wearing
the necklace.

He woke at 9:10 am next morning and went straight to the mirror to see if
this had all been a dream. He hadn't really needed to - he had felt the
itching of the moustache on his upper lip and just needed to confirm these
feelings.

Still seeing James's face staring through those myopic eyes, James was
short sighted,  he returned to the bedroom to dress himself and see if
anything had happened to his friend. If this had happened to him had
anything happened to James ?

Putting on a fresh shirt he again experienced the tingling feeling he had
felt last night as his shirt touched the medallion.

The changes didn't take long and the feelings of nausea were nowhere near
as prolonged as his body changed back to that of Peter. Rushing back to the
mirror he wandered what had triggered his return to himself and wondered if
his clothing was the catalyst for the change as he recalled that rubbing
the medallion with James's hankie the previous night had sparked the
original change.

Peter continued getting dressed as he determined to experiment to see if he
could re-produce the physical changes. This time he thought he would obtain
a different item of clothing to see if his body would change into that of
its original owner.

He went downstairs to the hotel lobby which had a small shop which sold
essentials from toothpaste to pantyhose. He thought they might have sold
either socks, ties or any of the other small items a typical traveller
might have found themselves short of but the shop was mainly stocking
pharmaceuticals and cosmetics.

Just then an idea came to him. He was reasonably sure that he could return
to himself by touching an item of his own clothing to the medallion and
thought he would make his experiment more dramatic. Entering the shop he
purchased a pair of hold-up stockings. Returning to his room he removed his
clothes ,  removed the stockings from the packaging and held one to the
medallion he was still wearing.

The tingling sensation he had experienced before returned to his chest but
this time with a more insistent build-up of pressure. Simultaneously he
felt a tingling and churning sensation around his abdomen and groin. "My
instincts were right"  he thought as he felt his hair lengthening and his
throat tightening as him Adam's apple disappeared.

Just over 25 minutes later a young women was staring back at him through
the mirror. He immediately noticed the resemblance she had to photographs
he had seen of his mother when she had been younger. It appeared that an
unused item of female clothing would change him to a female version of his
own genetic structure.

Peter had never even remotely felt any inclinations to explore how it would
feel to be female and was momentarily stunned as he considered what he had
done.

He picked up his discarded shirt and held it to the medallion. Nothing
happened !

He felt quite faint as he returned to the bed room and the realisation hit
him that this had been a risky experiment. What if he was not able to turn
back to himself and he was stuck as this female with no passport, no money,
no history and no proof of who he had been! He remembered that when he had
changed to James that he had not changed back immediately, it had only
happened the next morning. He wondered if there was a time element attached
to the transformations and prayed that this was so.

He certainly regretted this foolish experiment and wondered how he was
going to spend his day as a female without any clothes or possessions
suitable for his changed form. The first thing to do was to put the 'Do Not
Disturb' on the outside door handle so that nobody would walk in on him/her
unexpectedly.

He decided to take a bath and ponder on his next moves. As he settled
him/herself into the hot water he thought back to what his wife would think
if she could see him now. Thinking of his wife the first germs of an idea
came to him and how he could test her fidelity and ensure that, if she was
playing around and considering divorce, she would not get her hands on his
fortune.

He could use this necklace to disguise himself whilst telling his wife that
he would be away on his family's estate and find out if there was any
substance to his suspicions.

Peter realised that he was going to be confined to this bedroom for the day
as he had nothing suitable to wear. He decided he would use this time to
investigate his new and unfamiliar equipment as he got out of the bath and
rubbed himself dry.

He soon noticed how sensitive his large nipples were as he circled each of
his breasts softly with the palms of his hands. As he did this he felt a
warmth spreading throughout the area around the groin. As he reached down
with his hand and stroked the front of this fascinating slit he could feel
the warm sticky moisture around the folds of her/his vagina and found that
a pressure was building causing this intense feeling of pleasure.

Returning to the bedroom he lay down and continued the stroking of his
nipples and clitoris and finally climaxed with a shuddering orgasm.

"God - I could get used to this" Peter said as he wallowed in the afterglow
of his first female orgasm. He idly continued his rubbing as the intensity
of feeling returned which eventually resulted in his second orgasm. He was
stunned. He had never felt such a feeling before.

As this feeling subsided he realised that he hadn't been seduced  enough by
this experience to want to remain female. There was no way that you could
continue living on this high all of the time - that was stuff of cheap
fiction. Intellectually and emotionally he was still Peter and although he
would love to experience this feeling again he had no desire to try this
with a man. Thinking these thoughts he again dropped off to sleep waking
around 8:30 pm.

He raised himself and washed his face before, again, touching his shirt to
the necklace. He felt a great feeling of relief as the tingling sensation
returned and changed his female body back to his male form. He would return
back to LA and start putting the details of his plan together.

On his return home Peter received the shock of his life.

"What have you been up to while you were away ? I have some photographs
here of you dining and caressing some woman whilst you were in London" she
stated flinging down a series of photographs that appeared to show Peter
and a young blond kissing..

Peter was stunned. He knew that he hadn't done any such thing but the
pictures looked remarkably like him and showed him in his favourite London
restaurant. He would have a hard time convincing anyone that this was not
him. This was obviously a set up so that Catherine could lay claims of
adultery against him and come out of any divorce settlement with a
substantially increased payment. Despite his denials Catherine would have
none of it.

He decided that he had to act now if he was going to get out of this
marriage with his fortune reasonably intact. He had to discover if she had
been cheating on him so that he could prove any infidelity. He had to do
this soon.

"Look, I've already told you this isn't me" he shouted pointing at the
photographs "and I don't know why you are so keen to believe this cock and
bull story when I've never given you reason to be suspicious before". He
had to move fast and put his plan into operation as soon as possible. "I've
got to go back to London next week to conclude the business I started. I
came back to pick up some fresh clothes and to see you again but after your
allegations I think it's better to return now and sort this out when I get
home. I'll be going the day after tomorrow and need to get my papers
together".

With that Peter stormed out of the room and started to put his plan into
operation.

Part 3 : The Plan

He had been reasoning that he would take over somebody's identity for the
next week, one  who was close to Catherine and would have been likely to
have been taken into her confidence. The problem was that she had been so
discreet - nobody within her network of friends seemed to know what was
going on, or, if they did then they were not letting on about it. He could
not take the risk of taking somebody's place and then drawing a blank. He
would have to get as close to her as possible and to do that could only
take one option.

He had to become Juanita, Catherine's personal maid !

He was reluctant to do this, having already experienced becoming female for
one day and having no burning desire to repeat the experiment - despite the
pleasure he had found experimenting with his female form -  but could think
of nobody else that was close enough  to Catherine that he could become in
such a short timescale.

Juanita was only 17 years old and had been brought in to be Catherine's
personal maid when left an orphan 2 years ago. Her Spanish parents had died
during a bank robbery barely months after emigrating to America. She had
already been in the households employ as a general house help when this
tragedy had happened and Catherine soon took her under her wing to help her
during the initial traumatic period. It had been very obvious that
Catherine had grown fond of Juanita and Peter was more than happy with this
as he felt it gave Catherine a distraction while he was away from home on
business.

The main problem in becoming Juanita was  that he had to remove Juanita
from the scene quickly so that he could assume her role without disruption.
He was sure that he knew enough about Juanita from his limited exposure to
her to be able to pass as her for a limited period of time without causing
suspicion, the only issue was what to do with Juanita while he took her
place ? He certainly did not want to hurt or harm her in any way.

He decided it was time to test the necklace on her and change her into
something where she  wouldn't be able to alert Catherine.

That night he crept into Juanita's room. Seeing that she was asleep he put
chloroform over Juanita's mouth to ensure that she wouldn't wake and
slipped the necklace over her neck. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out
a dogs identity bracelet and touched this to the medallion.

"I'm sorry dear, this is only temporary", Peter said as he watched her form
slowly change into that of a Spaniel bitch. He watched fascinated as she
started growing fur over her smooth young body and her face started
elongating into a muzzle. Her body slowly shrunk and distorted until she
assumed the form of a Spaniel.

He picked up the bitch's sleeping body, removed the necklace, and packed
the bitch into a cardboard animals box. Walking quietly he carried the box
outside and walked over to one of their garages, one that hadn't been used
for years, and lifted the sleeping bitch into a dog basket. Making sure
that there was enough food and water to ensure its survival Peter tethered
the bitch and crept back to the house.

"She should be all right, nobody has been anywhere near that garage for
years" thought Peter as he returned to Juanita's room. "Now comes my part"
he said to himself as he removed his clothes and once again slipped the
necklace around his neck. He bundled up his clothing and hid it in the
bottom of her wardrobe before taking out one of Juanita's blouses. "I
better do this before I change my mind" he thought as he touched the blouse
to the medallion.

Immediately Peter felt the now familiar tingling sensation spread evenly
around his body. He first became aware of his hair growing down his back
and his strong muscular arms losing all there tone and definition. he
couldn't resist going to the mirror. He could see his hair stop growing as
it changed from brown to jet black. His eyes seemed to widen and become
more prominent as his eyebrows started to arch and highlight them. He could
see his broad shoulders narrow and his square jaw became slender and
delicate.

Looking down he could see a pair of breasts start to develop and he felt a
tugging  sensation around his groin as his genitals reformed into those of
a healthy young female. Twenty five minutes seemed to fly by as Peter
watched the changes complete and finally transform him into Juanita. He sat
stunned and ran his hands down the side of his body felling the soft skin
as his narrow waist widened into a pair of shapely hips. For the first time
the enormity of what he had done hit him as he looked across to Juanita's
alarm clock and realised that, at 1:30am,  he had only 4.5 hours before he
had to get up and attend to his duties as his wife's maid.

He reached across and searched Juanita's draws until he found her underwear
and a nightie. He took out a lacy white bra, white satin panties and a knee
length nightie. This was the first time he had experienced wearing woman's
clothing and gave a shiver as he pulled the panties up around his (her!)
mound and felt the cool satin fit snuggly around his hips. He had seen his
wife put on a bra many times and it felt surprisingly natural as he leaned
forwards and let his breasts fall into the bra. He also had no trouble
fastening the bra which surprised him.

"Maybe I've inherited Juanita's natural feminine instincts" he thought as
finally pulling the nightie over his head he climbed into bed. As he was
lying there, in the cool sheets in the darkened room, he became very aware
of the new body he possessed. Turning over he felt his breasts preventing
him getting comfortable. As he considered his morning duties he felt a
sudden fear and apprehension. He didn't even know what the duties were -
what had he gotten himself into. This was a new feeling and left him
feeling vulnerable, a feeling he was not used to, as he put this down to
nerves.

He decided he had better remove the necklace and hide it along with his
clothes so that there would be no risk of anyone finding it. He hadn't yet
realised that he was starting to think in Spanish as minute by minute he
slowly assimilated Juanita's character and personality.

Part 4 : Next Morning

Juanita/Peter heard the alarm going off at 6:30am and reached over to press
the snooze button and silence the infernal noise. As she/he lied there
she/he felt momentarily confused as she/he took in her/his surroundings.
Sitting up slowly she/felt the movement of her/his breasts and remembered
the previous nights events. Full awareness came as the alarm went off
again. She/he wondered how she/he had known the alarm had a snooze facility
and also how she/he had stretched out automatically to turn off the alarm
when she/he had no previous knowledge of this sort of detail surrounding
Juanita's life.

Juanita/Peter decided to rise quickly and check on the real Juanita before
assuming her role completely for the day. Going over to the wardrobe he
decided to try to blank out his Peter personality and see if Juanita's
instincts and inherited memory took over. As she selected and mid-length
thigh skirt, light grey pantyhose and a cream blouse, quickly dressed and
applied a minimal amount of make-up the Peter side of his personality
realised that if he operate on autopilot then the Juanita part of him/her
would take over enough for him to get by.

He/she left her room and quickly made his/her way to the garage. Opening
the door he slowly entered the garage to see a small Cocker Spaniel looking
nervously at him/her. As the bitch started yapping he/she walked over to
and said softly "don't worry, this won't be for long, I am taking your
place for a short while but will return you to yourself after a few days. I
need you to behave yourself and not attract attention. If you do this you
will have no problems but I am the only one who knows how to reverse your
situation and your future depends on your playing ball - do you understand
me ?"  he/she asked the bitch. Nodding the Spaniel returned to her basket
and sat down. "Good girl - I'll be back to check on you tomorrow" he/she
said as she returned to her room.

She/he knew, from letting her instincts take over, that she was expected to
meet Catherine at 8:00am and serve her breakfast. Peter had always left by
this time to go to work. She entered his own bedroom to see Catherine
already up and brushing her hair at the dressing table.

"Juanita - good morning, how are you ?" Catherine said turning around to
greet her with a smile. "This is a better greeting than I usually get" the
Peter side of him/her thought as she/he carried the tray containing a hot
roll and orange juice over to her. "I must let Juanita take over for now"
she/he thought as she spoke to Catherine with a soft Spanish accent "Good
morning Madam - have you anything special planned today" she asked placing
the tray on the dressing table.

"Peter has already left to pick up some things from his office before
returning to London tomorrow. He was really phased when I showed him the
photographs last night" Catherine said as she walked up behind Juanita and
massaged her neck slowly.

Peter/Juanita, his normal personality coming to the fore again, didn't know
what to be more shocked at - the fact that his wife had obviously been
either confiding or planning with Juanita over the photographs or the fact
that his wife was behaving intimately with him/her. Despite this initial
shock Peter let Juanita take over again and responded by instinct to
Catherine's overtures by turning around and kissing her on the lips.
Juanita felt her nipples hardening and a warm feeling envelop her body as
Catherine put her hand behind Juanita's slim neck and pulled her tightly
towards her.

"He will be away for at least a week so we'll have plenty of time for play
but for now I want to remain cautious until he is out of the country"
Catherine said walking to her wardrobe removing her nightie and slipping
out of her panties.

Juanita/Peter both appreciated this view as Peter considered this
development. "It looks like I have hit paydirt and made the right call" he
thought as she/he walked over to help Catherine dress.

"Anyway", Catherine said, "have you forgotten you have that gorgeous
boyfriend of yours taking you out for the day - he has been planning this
trip out to Catalina all week and you were looking forward to it. You go
along and enjoy yourself - Peter will be gone early tomorrow and you can
wake me in our favourite way and tell me all about your day".

Juanita took over again as she thought about Carlos, 6'2" of tanned good
looks and immediately felt a dampness spreading through her groin. This was
very disconcerting for Peter as he had reacted so quickly in this fashion
but also for the fact that he seemed to be finding it easier to recollect
Juanita's memories so easily. He was also realising that during the
conversation with Catherine he/she was starting to translate from Spanish
to English without consciously being aware of it.

"I mustn't let this take me over too much" he thought "else I won't know
what's real and what isn't". 

"Thank you madam" she said "I have been looking forward to this she/he lied
as she/he thought about how far he may have to immerse himself into this
role. A boyfriend was definitely something he/she hadn't planned on.

"Cathy", said Catherine, "Cathy when Peter isn't around".

"Sorry Cathy - I ... I will go now to prepare myself for the day" she
stuttered as she realised she was pausing to make the translation. She/he
returned to the room to get dressed in something more appropriate for the
day. 

It was a hot day and she automatically selected a pale yellow sundress
which complemented her dark looks perfectly. She had also managed a light
coating of make-up and examined herself critically as a knock sounded on
her door. She was pleased with what she saw and felt a feeling of
satisfaction as well as a mild sense of apprehension as she opened the door
to see Carlos standing there.

Carlos also worked for the DeVries as a general handyman/gardener and had
been seeing Juanita for the last four months. He was four years older than
her and at first had befriended her, feeling sorry for her over her sad
loss. This had recently blossomed into love for the both of them and this
had only been slightly confused by Cathy coming on strongly to Juanita.

"Hi beautiful" he said as he pulled her towards him and kissed her firmly
on the lips. "I've been looking forward to getting away alone together - we
haven't had the opportunity for a while now and I've missed you. I've put
Pedro (his bull-terrier) away and we are all ready to go.".

Juanita hardly had time to think as her apprehension disappeared and she
returned his kiss with a longing that both surprised and excited her. She
rationalised this by telling herself that the only way that she could get
through the day was to immerse herself fully in Juanita and let Peter drift
into the background. It wasn't this simple however, Peter wasn't fighting
this at all and the new Juanita was beginning to look forward to what might
develop as the day progressed.

The short boat trip had left Juanita with a sense of exhilaration as the
cares and worries that Peter had recently experienced were forgotten as she
shared a bottle of chilled Chardonay with Carlos. She felt the effects of
the alcohol much sooner than she was used to and while they were laying on
the beach, soaking up the sunshine, Carlos ran his hands across her
breasts. The panic that the Peter within felt was overcome by Juanita's 
physical yearning. She reached back with a feline sensuousness enjoying the
moment.

Juanita's female instincts asserted themselves while the Peter inside
mentally screamed in horror. This mental turmoil appeared to take hours but
in the same period of time Juanita had run her own hands along Carlos's
thigh and down to his hard penis softly stroking it's head whilst cupping
her other hand around his balls. Carlos responded and, raising the skirt of
her dress, ran his hands up Juanita's inner thigh and into her panties.

"This is wrong - I'm not gay" Peter thought as his personality regained
control just as Carlos found Juanita's clitoris inside of her wet pussy.
The shiver of revulsion that Peter felt as he realised he couldn't
extricate himself from this situation turned to pleasure. Peter/Juanita,
neither was sure - nor even cared - who was in control now, the
personalities merged into one for the first time as Carlos lowered her
panties, removed his pants and shorts and mounted her.

As Carlos gently thrusted into her Juanita responded in kind. Spreading her
legs wider to give him easier access she raked his shoulders in a fierce
passion. She could hear feminine moans, realising that they were emanating
from herself, as she orgasmed at the same time that he exploded into her.

As they both recovered from this moment Juanita wept. She was not sure if
it was from the deep emotions and love she had felt as they had made love,
or from a mixture of fear and  disgust as Peter's personality re-asserted
itself.

Later that evening they returned, Carlos puzzled at how the mood had
changed since their magic moment, Juanita pensive as she tried to sort out
her feelings.

Part 5.

As Juanita/Peter returned to her/his room, after kissing Carlos goodnight -
not lingering over the kiss but not rushing either -  she/he felt  a need
to escape from this situation. Her initial thought was to change back to
Peter and to be done with this charade. Common sense prevailed, however, as
she/he realised that :

1) Peter could not just re-appear without a very good explanation

2) this plan had been ill-conceived from the start - how could he stop the
real Juanita telling Catherine everything that he had done to her

3) he/she now needed conclusive proof of his wife's supposed affair so that
the second point became irrelevant 

4) there was something else intangible that was almost drug-like - she/he
needed to explore the feminine  feelings that had already been experienced
despite the unacknowledged fears that these could become addictive to the
point that nothing else really mattered.

It was now 9:00 pm and she decided to take a shower and then retire to bed.
 Remembering Catherine's coments about 'waking her in her favourite way'
she finished her shower without even thinking of any further explanations
of her body and went to bed thinking about what waited for her tomorrow.

When morning came Peter decided to let Juanita's instincts take over
completely for the day as he/she still struggled to come to terms with the
previous days events. She repeated the previous day's routines taking
Catherine's breakfast to her. Catherine was in the bath as Juanita entered
her/their (!) bedroom.

"Morning Cathy" Juanita called out as she put her tray of toast and Orange
juice down beside her bed on the bedside cabinet. "You are up early this
morning".

"Come in here girl" Catherine called. This water has got cold and in needs
refreshing.

Girl ! She/he had never heard this tone to Catherine's voice before and
didn't know how to react. As she tried to figure out what had happened to
cause this Catherine shouted again.

"I said I wanted some hot, fresh water !!!!  What are you waiting for ?"
she commanded.

"I ... I ... I'm sorry Cathy" Juanita stuttered struggling to convert the
English to Spanish as she entered the bathroom to see Catherine lying in
the bath with her breasts bobbing above the top of the bubbles resting upon
the cold water.

"Madam ... call me Madam" Catherine hissed to the puzzled Juanita. "Prepare
my clothes and when my clothes are ready you can go to the laundry room and
re-iron all my clothes ready for whenever I need them to be" she stated
haughtily.

Juanita could feel tears welling in her eyes as she said "madam .... I am
so sorry. I will do as you say" as she went back into the bedroom and
prepared Catherine's clothes for her weekly trip to the beauty salon. Peter
inside found Juanita's natural submissive inclinations hard to cope with
and felt a nagging pain of humiliation at her/his subservience to
Catherine. This was such a contrast to his former position of giving out
the orders and totally taking this position of power for granted that he
again retreated into her/his subconscious. The further realisation that
he/she was somehow aroused by this treatment sent him further into the
background not able to take any further humiliation.

It was a long day for Juanita as she performed these and other servile
functions before returning to her room at 5:45 pm. Today had been her most
depressing experience to date and Juanita decided to hide and let Peter
back in. As Peter returned he felt the need to rid himself of Juanita for
the time being Carlos had promised to return again tomorrow and he wanted
to be himself again - both physically and mentally. Before this, however,
he checked on the real Juanita to see if she was OK. 

Entering the garage he could see that the Spaniel had eaten and drunk the
food and water left for it. It cowered nervously as Peter/Juanita refreshed
these.

"There, there - your mistress doesn't seem to like you/me very much at the
moment. I don't know why but I am keeping a low profile for the time being"
As he/she said this he/she could have sworn that there was an almost human
look of sadness in the bitch's eyes.

Juanita thought she/he had better check to see if Cathy ...  Catherine had
returned yet. He/she was finding it much easier to just slip into the
Juanita role by the hour. He had to change back now if he wasn't going to
lose himself completely to this young Spanish beauty and risk any
subsequent consequences that ensued. He did not want to lose the
opportunity to find out exactly what Catherine was up to however so he/she
decided to return to Peter for the night. It was only 6:00pm and that would
give him 12 hours if he/she effected the changes immediately. This would
allow him to see his plan  through to conclusion.

He had better do this now - he was due to go out with Carlos tomorrow
evening which would not give him/her the opportunity again until two days
time. Who knew what effect this would have on Peter not only in the short
term but also once he got back to normal ?

Returning to her room Juanita went straight to her wardrobe, unpacked
Peter's clothes and removed the necklace. A momentary feeling of panic
swept past her/him as he/she considered what may have happened if the
necklace wasn't there. This turned to relief as she/he placed the necklace
quickly around her neck and touched Peter's sweatshirt to it.

The anticipated tingling sensation returned and she/he quickly felt
him/herself starting to grow. Despite the gradual reduction of her breasts
the feeling of tightness around his/her shoulders increased as her bra
became too small. He/she realised that she/he had not removed her clothes
in the hurry to change back. He tried to unzip the dress she/he had worn
that day wand was inconsiderable pain as it tightened painfully across his
expanding waist. It was too tight too unzip.

Thankfully he muscle tone was now returning to his arms and he managed to
rip the dress along the zip line from top too bottom freeing him from this
pain before he passed out. His increased heartbeat and shaking hands
illustrated how much this had shaken him. Not the pain but the fact that he
had lost control and not even considered what might happen as he grew
again. He had always always been a strong and confident man committing each
act with confidence and surety, his aristocratic genes meant that this was
almost inbred, and he had acted purely from instinct - a felling very alien
to him. He also realised that he would have to change back promptly at
6:00am if he wasn't going to be discovered. This would barely give him time
to change back and get prepared for the day. "I don't want to upset madam
.... Catherine again" he thought as the residues of Juanita lingered.

"God - I need a drink" he said in his familiar deep baritone voice feeling
pleasure in hearing it again. Looking around he could find nothing
alcoholic in the small refrigerator that was in her room. He realised that
he would have to stay here all night and refuse to let anyone in if he
wasn't going to get discovered - another thought that he hadn't  considered
previously. "God - what is happening to me".

With only a small television and a stack of women's magazines available to
distract himself with  he decided to go to bed and read and try to get a
good nights sleep before tomorrow in what, was turning out to be, much more
of an ordeal than he had anticipated.

After an hour he felt drowsy and dropped this latest magazine to the floor.
With all the emotions and confusion that he had been experiencing he hadn't
even noticed that the magazines were all in Spanish and that he had
experienced no trouble whatsoever reading them.

He idly stroked his hardening penis and ran his fingers around his scrotum,
feeling the hardness in his balls,  and he hovered on the brink of sleep.
This familiar felling was tremendously re-assuring to him as he approached
orgasm. Thank goodness that while his erotic fantasies were bringing him to
the point of cumming he hadn't realised that they were centred around
Carlos, both remembering the previous days events as well as anticipating
tomorrow. He exploded and then felt into a deep slumber visualising his
tongue running over Carlos's large cock whilst Carlos licked his (!) pussy.

Part 6.

The alarm sounded at 5:50am and Peter felt refreshed after a satisfying,
and apparently, dreamless sleep. He quickly packed Peter's clothes away
again as he touched the necklace with a pair of Juanita's panties. As the
changes again started to take effect and she/he started to get prepared for
the day he/she did notice the sock that had slipped under the edge of her
bed in her hurry to remove all evidence of Peter. The necklace had been
packed away safely and Juanita/Peter rushed out of her room to prepare
breakfast for madam.

She entered her/their bedroom with trepidation as she/he considered what
mood Catherine might be in today. This morning Catherine was still in bed.

"Ah good morning girl" said Catherine with an apparent air of detachment.
"Put my breakfast on the dressing table and come over here".

"Yes madam" said Juanita/Peter as, after putting the breakfast down, she
walked over to Catherine.

"Why did you let me down yesterday" Catherine said to Juanita as she sat up
and reached out to Juanita indicating she should take her hand. "I thought
you were going to join me yesterday morning and wake me in our favourite
way. You have always been very grateful to me in the past and always seemed
to enjoy our playtime - has something changed this - is it Carlos"?

Juanita/Peter was momentarily surprised and decided to let Peter retreat
and let Juanita deal with this. "Madam ... C..C..Cathy" Juanita stuttered
as she sat next to Catherine on the bed. "I..I..meant no harm, I was tired
after my day out with Carlos and didn't think properly about you - I'm so
sorry" as she started to become aware of what their playtime consisted of. 

Catherine reached out with both hands and pulled Juanita down on the bed.
"Baby, baby come to momma, all is forgiven" Catherine said as she started
to remove her night-gown and held out her arms.

Juanita was both startled and aroused as Catherine's shapely breasts
pressed against her own as Catherine put her arms around Juanita's back and
embraced her in a deep kiss. She experienced a fluttering sensation as
Catherine unbuttoned Juanita's blouse and ran her smooth fingers around the
edge of Juanita's nipples. She leant forward and, cupping one breast with
her hand, she traced her tongue in slow and wet circles before lifting
Juanita's skirt and pushing her back onto the bed. Next came the pantyhose
and then the panties and Juanita, completely taken over by a slow eager
lust, spread her legs to give access to Catherine.

Peter resurfaced for a brief moment as he had never considered that his
wife had lesbian tendencies and this turn of events left him feeling
completely shell shocked. As Catherine slipped her hand around Juanita's
mound and rubbed her clitoris slowly Peter slowly gave in to this tide of
pure pleasure and melted happily into a background in a sea of euphoria.

Before she knew what was going on Juanita found her mouth covered with
Catherine's pussy and found herself eagerly licking and teasing Catherine's
vagina. This continued for at least 30 minutes with them ending up in a 69
position bringing both Catherine and Juanita to simultaneous orgasm.

"Darling - that was wonderful. Peter could never do this for me, he was so
selfish when it came to love making. Ever since my trying to comfort you
during those first sad months after your parents died, you know it  turned
into love. You know I have also struggled to continue loving Peter. Having
you in my life has made realise how much I have been missing up until
then."

The afterglow soon faded as the Peter inside Juanita felt at a loss as to
how to react. His instinctive Juanita persona felt nothing but affection
and even closeness for Catherine but it wasn't really love yet. She wasn't
naturally a lesbian, she was just very fond and very grateful for all that
Catherine had done but she couldn't reciprocate the feelings that Catherine
felt for her while she was in this female form.

Peter felt sad and lonely as he realised that his neglect had contributed
to his current relationship breakdown with Catherine. Could he revive their
original love for each other, could his noble ego take this rejection and
being usurped, in Catherine's eyes, by this young Spanish beauty ? Did he
want to really find out ?

The mixture of emotions were, again, too much for Peter to deal with - this
was becoming increasingly common and the carefree life of Juanita was
becoming more attractive by  the day. She was totally free from
responsibilities and thought that Carlos truly loved her. Without realising
it being Juanita was becoming easy and was the path of least resistance.
This was seducing Peter whose real life of only three days ago was becoming
more and more distant despite returning to the Peter persona last night.

She removed herself from Catherine's arms and also her bed as Catherine
said "Juanita, run the bath for me and you can join me and freshen up. When
you've finished you can get dressed and make yourself pretty again. I need
a package taken to a solicitor in San Diego. You've just gotten your
driving license and I thought you could  take a run down there and deliver
this for me".

She soon found herself travelling along the Santa Anna freeway enjoying
this change of routine. All thoughts of Peter had vanished as she thought
about the evening ahead with Carlos. He was going to take her to their
favourite restaurant (she seemed to know automatically where this was ?)
and this always ended with a romantic interlude at Peter's room. She
couldn't wait.

Part 7.

While Juanita was delivering Catherine's package Catherine was buoyant and
wanted to leave Juanita a token of her affections. She decided to leave A
spray of Freesia's in her bedroom. She knew this was Juanita's favourite
flower and their fragrance, these being freshly picked, was divine.

She opened Juanita's bedroom door with her master key and as she went to
place the flowers in a vase next to the bedside cabinet and noticed 
something strange.

Later ...

It took all day before Juanita returned home and she was pleasantly
surprised to see the flowers lying on her bed. As soon as she had removed
her shoes and pantyhose to cool down she heard a knock on her door. 

"Juanita"  Catherine called out knocking once again.

"Cathy - how was your day" Juanita asked opening the door. "I had the most
delightful drive  and delivered your package on time".

"Never mind, never mind" said Cathy as she walked into her room. "You are
going out with Carlos tonight aren't you ?" she questioned walking over to
Juanita's bed. "Here, let me put these in a vase for you".

"Cathy, were these from you - I think they're so sweet".

"Yes, I put them there earlier - I sent Margaret (the housemaid) to pick
them fresh from the south garden. It was so strange - while she was there
she heard  strange noises coming from the old garage. When we investigated
we found a small cocker spaniel who had been tethered to a post and
apparently just abandoned there. Who could be so cruel - she seemed
desperately pleased to see us. She seemed dehydrated and starving and when
we brought her into the house she jumped out of Margaret's arms and ran
straight to your bedroom door and scratched desperately trying to get in.
Have you any idea why ?".

"Where .... where is she now" stammered Juanita nervously. Experiencing a
sudden rush of fear and adrenaline Peter quickly re-appeared and took
immediate control.

"Unfortunately we couldn't calm her down - she seemed totally mad and out
of control. We had to call out the vet who eventually put her down".

Peter/Juanita was devastated. He had never meant this to happen. He was
always going to restore the original Juanita. He didn't want anybody to die
! Oh God - how could he live with this.

"Oh my - how sad" Peter/Juanita said totally unconvincingly.

"What has happened to your voice - it seems that your accents changed -
your English is certainly improving."

Peter realised that his hastily conceived plan was quickly falling apart
and that he was losing total control - what could he do - he had to pull
himself together. The only way he could think of how to do this was to let
Juanita take over completely for now and give himself time to think of a
way out of this situation.  He was tempted to do this now but a last minute
thought stopped him.  Each time he let himself slide into the background he
was finding it harder and harder to find the willpower to return to Peter
until he was reaching the point that he was beginning to doubt that he knew
who the real Peter was !

No - he had to stay in control or risk losing himself completely, and
possibly forever. All thoughts of exposing Catherine were now gone as he
focused on how to extricate himself from this situation.

"Still", continued Catherine, "at least it must have enjoyed its last days.
Carlos's dog had managed to get into the garage and had obviously been
enjoying himself with the young bitch".

Irony upon irony, Carlos had lost the real Juanita without realising it 
only to have  his cherished  hound take his place in keeping her satisfied.

Part 8.

Catherine had left Juanita alone to get ready for the evening ahead. She
hadn't questioned her any further.

Peter/Juanita waited for his date with trepidation. He had let enough of
Juanita through to allow him/her to prepare for the evening. He/she had
found a short cobalt blue dress hanging in the wardrobe and decided to wear
this. She/he ran a warm bath and after soaking in the fragrant bubbles for
a while shaved under her/his arms and then the legs before finally washing
and conditioning the long and luxurious dark hair.

Wrapping the towel turban style on her/his head she/he, Juanita still just
in the ascendancy, started to put on her make-up before dressing. After
drying her hair, putting on a new white lace bra with matching panties and
finally the dress she/he walked over to the full length mirror and Peter
examined him/herself.

"God - I'm beautiful" he thought as his eyes took in the full splendour of
Juanita. He would have loved to have spent time with this body, instead he
would have to spend time IN this body. Putting on a pair of drop pearl
earrings along with a matching necklace Juanita looked absolutely stunning.
Peter felt nervous as he thought of the effect he/she might have on Carlos.
He felt even more nervous when he realised that, deep down, he WANTED to
make an impact on Carlos.

"You have got to keep control ... keep control" he said to herself as he
checked his/her lips in the mirror.

Just then there was a knock on the door and as she opened it Peter was
standing there with a large bunch of flowers. He stood back and took in the
sight. "Holy Mother" he said, "I don't think I've ever seen you look so
beautiful".

Peter, he was fully in control for the moment, felt him self blush a deep
crimson from embarrassment and, thankfully, hadn't realised yet that he was
enjoying this compliment. He decided stop struggling with himself and,
while not letting Juanita take over, he would ignore his male instincts and
try to enjoy the evening. God knows he could do with something to ease his
tension for a while.

"Thank you Carlos, they are lovely" he/she said as she took the flowers
from him. He/she gave him a gentle kiss and was surprised to find that she
had no real aversion to this at all - in fact it was quite pleasant.

They went downstairs and Carlos opened the car door, they were borrowing
Cathy's car for the night,  for Peter/Juanita and he/she swung her legs
round without exposing her panties quite naturally. These feminine habits
were now becoming second nature to Peter he noted.

As they drove along the coast road towards Redondo beach he rested his head
on Carlos's shoulder without thinking. He responded by resting his hand on
her thighs and stroking them gently. He took in Carlos's masculine smell
and inadvertently felt a warm dampness starting in his groin. 

They parked outside the restaurant and Carlos walked around to
Peter/Juanita's side and opened his door for him. Swivelling his legs round
he got out the car without any problems, this was getting easier by the
minute. Entering the restaurant the head waiter greeted them and showed
them to a secluded seat in an alcove.

"This is nice" thought Peter as he let Carlos order the starter and main
course and felt the burden of responsibility lift away from  him. For the
first time he thought that he could learn to adapt to this way of life!
This shook him back to normal (!) as he again resolved to keep in control.

After spending a lovely meal Carlos drove him/her back to the DeVries
household. He took Juanita up to his room and said "Would you like a
night-cap" walking to his kitchen and opening a bottle of malt whiskey.
Peter loved this and accepted happily.

Carlos walked in with the drinks and settled down next to Juanita on the
couch. Handing him/her the drink he put his arms around Peter's shoulder
and gave him/her a quick kiss before Peter sipped the whiskey. "God", he
thought, "this is foul - it's so bitter, maybe I'd prefer something
sweeter" as he put the drink down.

Before things got any further Carlos said "darling, I ... I've got
something to ask you" looking serious.  "I've been thinking, you know -
ever since I met you I've thought you were something special. You've seemed
a bit distant these last few days and I've been worrying that you might
have been tiring of me".

"No .. no" said Peter/Juanita  quickly, in fact a little too quickly for
Peter's liking. "I have had a lot of things on my mind and haven't quite
been feeling myself" he/said in a master of understatement. 

"Whatever the reason for it, your distant attitude has made me think more
about the future. You know, I have really fallen for you and I was
wondering if ... if you would consider marrying me - I have never felt this
way before about anyone but I just want to spend the rest of my life with
you. I know it is a big commitment to make at your age but I can't hold my
feelings in any longer".

Peter/Juanita was deeply shocked at this ...  this was the last thing he
had expected those few days ago. He had entered this adventure trying to
salvage either what was left of his marriage or at least attempting to
salvage his inheritance intact. He certainly never imagined getting
involved in another marital situation - and definitely not as the
prospective bride !

"I ... I don't know what to say" both Peter, suffering from bemusement, and
Juanita feeling flattered that such an offer would be made such a handsome
man.

"I don't expect an answer now - that is more than I could have hoped for.
Please just promise me that you'll consider my offer - I cannot think of
anyone with whom I would rather bear my children".

"I will do so" Peter said as he pulled Carlos down on top of  him kissing
him passionately. As the two lovers removed their clothing their kissing
turned into gentle foreplay followed by the most intense yet relaxing
lovemaking that Peter (!) had ever experienced. He realised that it really
did not matter any longer whether he considered himself to be Peter or
Juanita - he was just seduced by the moment, all thoughts of Catherine and
his troubles disappeared as he climaxed.

Carlos saw Peter/Juanita back to his/her room as he struggled to come to
terms with the emotions he/she felt. After kissing him goodnight he removed
the dress and felt so female he could hardly  contain the conflict of
emotions. As he pulled on his nightie and pulled back the bedclothes he saw
a sealed not with the imprint of lipstick kisses on the front. 

Opening the seal he read "Darling, hope your night went as well as mine.
Set your alarm early and please come and join me for some girly talk and
fun. Love Catherine xxxx".

"God", thought Peter, "I can't take much more of this - first I find myself
falling in love with my handyman, next I'm wondering what I can say to him
about his proposal, I shouldn't even have to think about this. I know
Catherine is due for another visit to the beauty salon tomorrow - as soon
as she has gone I am going to change back to Peter for good and say I had
concluded my business early and returned home. I will have to make a 
serious effort to make things up with her". 

Part 9.

Next Morning...

Peter, for he was Peter now despite wearing Juanita's body, woke up and,
despite being tempted to have done with this charade and change back now,
decided to see the morning through as Juanita and not blow everything at
this stage - he had been through too much.

He got up early and put on a light layer of make-up before dressing and,
deciding to check on Catherine before preparing breakfast. He entered her
bedroom to see her still cuddled up in bed, seemingly fast asleep. He
decided to leave well alone when Catherine said sleepily -

"Juanita ... so pleased you came. Come here - I want to hear all about last
night"  beckoning to him to join her in bed. He knew what to expect after
their previous morning encounter and, entering their bed, felt both
apprehension and a sense of arousal. 

"Darling, Come on .. come on, I want you to tell me all about it. You were 
late last night, did you and Carlos ... you know, well ... have fun "?

He felt so confused ... this would have been a lot easier if he slipped
into his Juanita persona. While he was trying to come to terms with his
senses he felt Catherine start to strip his clothes off and start to fondle
his/her (!) breasts.

"Let's play a bit darling, just like we used to" Catherine said as she
started to put leather cuffs around his hands. She had fastened his petite
hands to the back of the bed before he knew what was happening.

"What ... what are you doing ?" Peter said as Catherine fastened a leather
collar around his neck and clasped this to the bed. He was completely
helpless.

"Well, I thought I would give you a little surprise for this morning. You
don't seem to have been yourself lately and I thought you would enjoy a
little surprise eh ... Peter".

He seemed to hear a rushing sound in his head as his mind raced in turmoil.


"Peter ... Peter... you called me Peter - what are you talking about" 

"Don't come the innocent darling, I've found out all about your little
escapade and what you had done to poor little Juanita. I have another
little surprise for you this morning my dear - I think you are going to
enjoy this one - we will make sure that you really do ENJOY it my dear".

He just couldn't take all of this in. Catherine sounded positively evil. He
knew that they hadn't been getting on but not that she could possibly have
so much hate for him in her voice. As these thoughts raced through his head
he heard the door start to open.

His sense of shock knew no bounds as he saw HIMSELF walk in.

"Darling", said Catherine, "I know you two have already met but maybe not
in such strange circumstances. Let me make the introductions just so that
there is no confusion".  Indicating her 'husband' who had just entered the
room she said "Juanita, this is the master of the house - my husband
Peter".

As 'Peter' walked over to the bed he held out his hand and said "Charmed I
am sure - oh sorry - you can't shake hands like that can you ?"

Peter just lay there in shock. He tried to turn his head away but was
forced, by the restraints, to confront the doppelganger in front of him.
The new Peter started to remove his - the real Peter's -  clothes and
leaning forward cupped one of Peter/Juanita's breasts.

Peter stared in horror as the new Peter started to rub his fingers across
and around his nipples. Despite everything he started to feel aroused and
it took a superhuman effort to keep control of himself.

"Carlos ... where's Carlos" he said in concern and was momentarily
surprised that with everything that was going on he was still worried about
him.

"Ah yes", said Catherine, "Carlos ... poor Carlos. So good looking and so
caring about so many things. He really loved Juanita. Such a pity that his
future now lies with his other great love".

Peter felt a horrible churning in his stomach as Catherine removed the
leather cuffs and collar from the bedstead. He struggled briefly before
being easily subdued and felt the cuffs being pulled together behind his
back and a padlock being inserted to ensure that he couldn't use his arms.
He felt ridiculous standing there naked and looking at the new Peter
similarly attired.

Catherine led him over to the bedroom window and said "Look, look down
there". Peter could see Pedro, Carlos's bull terrier mounting what appeared
to be the spaniel bitch he had tethered in the garage. He couldn't
understand what was going on here - first of all he had believed that the
spaniel, originally Juanita,  had been put down - secondly where was
Carlos, Catherine had lead him to the window when he had asked about
Carlos.

"Ah, it's a funny old world you know" Catherine said. "Carlos loved that
bull terrier of his with a passion. Now Pedro can love Carlos with a
passion -  that spaniel bitch, having such a good time and getting royally
screwed is none other than your erstwhile boyfriend. Look closely, he/she
seems happy enough right now and who knows, maybe he/she will hear the
sound of little paws running around before much longer".

"Then", turning around looking at the new Peter, "then who is this ?" Peter
said.

"Darling, darling - I am disappointed with you. You, with all your innate
intelligence and breeding, haven't worked that one out yet. Peter - meet
Juanita".

Deep within his soul he had known this all along. One part of him was
relieved that Juanita was still alive, the other part recoiled in horror
with the thoughts of what had happened to Carlos and also due to the fact
that a very naked man was advancing towards him with a look of lust on his
face. 

"That night I left the freesia's for you - I went into your bedroom to
leave them for you as I knew this would please you. When I was in there I
saw one of Peter's socks lying just underneath your bed. I had thought that
Peter had never been near your room and that this just didn't add up. I
decided to search your room and found a bag with Peter's clothes in the
bottom of your wardrobe. I found the necklace you had hidden and realised
it must have been significant to have been hidden away".

"It looked so unusual that I tried it on. I was still holding your sock. As
I leaned over the sock brushed against the angel in the middle and I soon
found myself turning into you. The only reason that your clothes would have
been in Juanita's room were if you had changed into Juanita - you had been
acting strangely and Juanita and I held no secrets from each other so I
knew you couldn't have been having an affair. I immediately decided to try
the necklace on the spaniel and touched  Juanita's clothes against it and
was amazed to see the bitch slowly turn into Juanita. She was so upset -
how could you have been so cruel ? I realised that I could never love you
again after this but I did not want to lose either my title, the money or
the property I've enjoyed  as a consequence of marrying you".

"Juanita had no ties, was extremely angry with you and, in her male form,
loved me in a way she couldn't previously - she was not a genuine lesbian.
We decided that she could assume your life and all it's trappings and that
you could assume hers".

Catherine pushed Peter backwards onto the bed as the new Peter lay down
next to him. His fingers again traced circles around his breasts before
moving down his belly to his feminine mound.

Despite himself he could feel the moisture building deep within and his
senses heightened as his clitoris tingled. He lay there both aroused and
also in awe of his feelings as he watched his own body part his legs and
lower himself gently on top of him. There was very little foreplay as Peter
was penetrated by this handsome man who thrust slowly between his legs.

Peter moaned softly with a girlish sigh before looking sideways to see
Catherine grinning at their coupling. He felt the most intense humiliation
for two seconds which added to  the arousal and lust that built slowly to
overtake him. At this stage he did not care whether he was Peter, Juanita
or whoever! Nothing else mattered apart for the now as he experienced the
most intense orgasm. He realised he was lost as he knew there was going to
be no way back to his old life - where had this all gone so wrong?

As her 'husband' pulled away from the beautiful Spanish girl Catherine said
"Well Peter, and that is the last time I will call you that, what sort of
lover do you think you made ?". My 'husband' has decided that he thinks a
personal maid is somewhat extravagant and therefore your services, in this
role, are no longer required. He has also decided that he loves me so much
that he is happy to give me three quarters of his estate and fortune. He
thinks that this will demonstrate how much he loves me.

"I have decided that I love my husband and we want to have a second
honeymoon to celebrate our rekindled relationship. We were thinking of
having a break together back in England - I know, we can holiday on HIS
family estate".

"You can't do this to me ... how can you hate me so much - we were so happy
once ?"

"Any sympathy I may have felt vanished after I realised the ordeal that you
put Juanita through. I truly love her and she now has no inhibitions
towards me now that she is a rich man".

Peter/Juanita felt total despair as he saw his whole life disappear leaving
him without anything - neither his estate, title, wife or his fortune.
"What is going to happen to me ?" she/he asked nervously.

"You didn't  think we would abandon you surely" Catherine said. After all,
good home help is so hard to come by. We thought that maybe we could all go
back to England and while Peter and I enjoy our second honeymoon you can
maybe get a job in our household as a domestic servant. I am sure that
another pair of hands to perform menial tasks will not go amiss. I have
already arranged a work permit for you, having an aristocratic  husband 
does help to pull some strings as I am sure you are aware. Do these
arrangements suit you ?".

He/she had no choice but to go along with this - besides, there may be an
opportunity to get hold of the necklace again. He/she knew that this was a
long shot, Catherine had obviously planned this out very well and was not
easily going to give him/her the chance to regain his manhood and station
in life.

"Yes Cathy" ... he/she said lapsing into the Juanita persona.

Catherine walked over and slapped him/her around the face.

"Madam ... call me madam" she shouted. "How dare you be so familiar with me
girl".

Juanita cried both from the humiliation and the stinging pain on her cheek.

"I'm sorry madam - I will not let it happen again" she said and hung her
head. 

"Oh God", Peter DeVries prayed silently as himself for the last "please,
please take me out of this situation - I beseech you". No bolt of
lightening or any other miracle arrived.

"I am sure that it won't" said Catherine as she walked over and opened the
wall safe. As she held up a passport and immigration papers she said "don't
think about getting these from the safe - I have had the combination
changed and, after all, without these you are just another illegal
immigrant likely to be deported back to Spain - comprende".

"Yes madam" replied Juanita. "Can I please get dressed?".

"Of course, and while you are at it you had better pack - we are going on a
journey".

Back Home ...

They flew back from Los Angeles that night. Juanita, for this was how she
had to think of herself, stepped into her former ancestral home and wept
quietly as she was led to the maids quarters. She didn't see much of
Catherine and Peter over the coming weeks, aside from serving them
breakfast in bed in the mornings, and settled into the boring and mundane
routine of domestic servitude. 

Cleaning HIS, no she must stop thinking this way to prevent herself going
insane, her former silverware was a humbling experience but, overall she
managed to hold herself together.

The most difficult moment was the evening when his former friend James
visited the DeVries. He recounted his experiences on his archaeological dig
as Juanita was forced to wait on them, standing quietly in the background
between courses, and listen to James and Peter swap old school stories.
Peter had obviously inherited his memories.

Catherine took the opportunity, as the men talked on, to occasionally
glance at Juanita and smile just to ensure that the humiliation Juanita
felt was kept to a maximum.

"Well Peter", said James, "did you manage to get any more details on that
necklace? - I am going to have to return it to the museum soon".

"No James, Catherine is due to fly back to Los Angeles tomorrow, we have
decided to sell up and move back permanently to England - we have enjoyed
ourselves so much during the last few weeks. Catherine can bring it back
with her early next week. I am staying here to set up an operational base
back in the old country". Peter had settled into this role so easily !

Tragedy ...

Peter was sitting in the library enjoying reading about some of his
acquired heritage and his whiskey glass was being refreshed by Juanita when
the butler walked into the library and announced "my Lord, there is a
Police Officer outside who wishes to see you".

"Show him in please" Peter said and turned to see a Police Inspector enter
the library.

"My Lord" the Inspector said, "I am sorry but I have some bad news for you.
Apparently your wife was returning to the airport for the flight to London
this evening. She was carrying a number of valuables with her in a jewel
case when she was attacked by muggers, robbed of her jewellery and, after
giving chase, was shot dead. The assailants got clean away".

Peter and Juanita were both stunned by this news. Apart from the loss of
Catherine, felt most deeply by Lord Peter, Juanita quickly realised that
the jewel case must have contained the necklace for it's return to James.
If this had been stolen then her last chance of regaining her life was gone
for good. She would be just what she was now, a lowly domestic servant, for
the rest of her life.

The next few weeks ...

Now that, it appeared,  the final part of this tragedy had been played
Juanita accepted her new station in life fatalistically. Whilst not
enjoying the role her acceptance eased the historic baggage that had made
the transition so hard to bear in the beginning. 

As the weeks flew by she found that Peter had started to take comfort with
her, after all she alone understood what he felt about Catherine. This soon
progressed to sharing his bed occasionally, something that she now enjoyed
and looked forward to in narcissistic, and almost masturbatory way. 

One year on ...

Juanita now enjoyed being a woman and no longer felt any ill will towards
Peter. Indeed, following Catherine's death she had found herself starting
to fall in love with him. This feeling was reciprocated by Peter and he
soon removed her from her life of servitude and  had her stay within his
family home as a guest, this did not go down too well with her former
domestic colleagues but who cared what they thought !

It was one year now since Catherine's death and Peter and Juanita were
returning home from the Opera in London's West End. 

"Juanita" said Peter. "It has been a strange 18 months which has seen both
of our lives turn upside down. I have no doubt whatsoever that we have both
come through this well however, and I hope that you have grown to love me
as much as I love you. I may have stole your life, as you originally stole
mine, but I hope - as there is nothing we can do to reverse this situation
- that this is now all behind us and we have buried the ghosts of Catherine
and our pasts".

"What I am trying to say is, well ... darling .. will you marry me?"

There was no hesitation whatsoever as Juanita, knowing without any shadow
of doubt that she loved this man with all her girlish heart, said in her
faint Spanish accent  "Oh yes Peter, I do love you more than anything I
have felt before. I will marry you and be a good wife and, hopefully raise
your heirs".

So finally, Lord Peter had become Lady Juanita and attained, as Peter's
wife, her new title and claim to her heritage. She had never been happier. 

Her prayers had been answered though not in the way she may have
anticipated.

The End