The Lord of Petty Revenges

Anthony was a small man who worked at the DVLA in Swansea processing driving license photo cards using the large machine they had there is churn out the new licenses. He did not have much of a social life, and spent much of the time he was not drinking down the pub with his only friend Bernard (who worked at the local zoo) doing sculpture in his own home. Anthony was a man who took being slighted very seriously and ever since he had been bullied at school had enacted petty revenges on those that he felt had done him wrong in any way.

Indeed he had taken to calling himself the "Lord of Petty Revenges" and had recently started to raise his game in getting even with those that had slighted him. For instance a rather large man had aggressively tailgated him on a dual carriageway and had been flashing the lights of his Audi to try and make him pull over.

Working at the DVLA meant he could use the database to look up the man's name and address and even give him a photo card. His name was Richard Evans and the database pointed his address as being local in Swansea. Anthony had worked for about a week and a half on a sculpture of both his own face and one of Richard Evans face. Using the two sculptures he was able to make a thick mask that fit over his own face and had the big jowly features of Mr Evans. With the aid of a padded foam fat suit and some oversized clothes from a charity shop Anthony was able to make a passable resemblance of Mr Evans. With that he reserved a table at the top restaurant in Swansea, The Wharf side Retreat and ordered the most expensive meal possible. On getting up to go to the toilet he slipped out the entrance without any of the staff noticing him and legged it as fast as he could in the fat suit.

His second victim was a woman who had stolen the car parking space he'd been waiting ten minutes for a family with children to vacate in a crowded car park. As the family vacated the space this woman in her Renault Clio nipped in from the other side and stole his space. He took careful note of her registration number and discovered that she was called Kathy Williams from Port Talbot. Using her photo from her driving license he was able to carve a likeness of her face and made a realistic looking mask. He bought a blond streaked wig that matched her hair style and attached it to the top, a blouse and bra from a charity shop and made a couple of seed bags to fill the cups. He then purchased a second hand Renault Clio (which he would sell on later) and made up some number plates to match those registered under Kathy's name. Anthony drove the car to the site of the most notorious speed cameras in the area and then fitted the mask and breast inserts to his disguise so that from the waist up he looked just like Kathy. He felt exhilarated as he drove at 50 mph through the 30 mph zone ensuring that he went through as many speed cameras as possible. At the end of his little speed rampage he headed home, removed the number plates and removed the disguise. Within a week he'd sold the car on and only made a small loss.

Over the past month Anthony had started to develop a feud with his new neighbour, a woman by the name of Claire Hughes. It had started when Claire had paid someone to cut down the tops of the lovely fir trees that Anthony had been nurturing on the side of the garden. She had done it whilst he was out and couldn't object and when he went round to complain she told him that they were cutting off her light and she could do what she wanted. A row had ensued. A week later her boyfriend first started to come round and stay over at the house. The walls of the houses were thin and Anthony could hear their nightly exploits, particularly Claire's loud sexual ecstasy well into the night. The Lord of Petty Revenges wondered just how he would get her back when he overheard her telling her big lump of a boyfriend that she had an important works function on the 20th of next month and that he could come along as long as he behaved himself. There was no way he would pass for Sean her boyfriend since he was 6 foot tall and Anthony was a weakling at only 5 foot 7 inches, about her height. Could he possibly pull of such an audacious revenge he wondered to himself?

He looked up her driving license and found her photo card whereby he began working on a sculpture of her head for a mask, however he knew that he would not fool anyone with the birdseed inserts that he'd used last time. He needed something better and went into a sulk for several days as he grumpily concluded that the whole thing would be impossible. Then when googling the internet under the search term disguises he found a site called Bodysuits. They seemed to make custom built full bodysuits for transvestites that were really lifelike. The photos of men wearing them (with and without a mask) were quite impressive and Anthony knew that he had the answer to his quandary. They were expensive but Anthony knew that the price for revenge would be a small one. He measured himself up, chose a hair colour for the pubic hair similar to Claire's hair, choose C cup breasts and clicked on the order button. The bodysuit included built in hip and bottom padding and silicone breasts already moulded in, but warned that the user would need to be wearing at least a 4" corset to achieve the best results.

Anthony scoured many a site both for a suitable real human hair wig in Claire's colour and style and a corset that would nip his waist in as tightly as possible. He needed to fit in her clothes and could see that she had a tight waistline. Over the next few weeks he completed the new mask of Claire and practised daily talking in her voice. He'd found several sites that had good instructions on achieving a more feminine voice and by the end of it felt he'd just about got it right just as the custom made bodysuit arrived.

Opening the box was an exciting experience for Anthony and he noticed that his member was particularly excited at the prospect. The suit was made of a thin but sturdy latex foam compound that had a bit of a smell to it. Anthony knew that he'd need to ensure that on the night he didn't smell like a latex factory so he determined that he'd need to mask the smell. Before any big night out, women bathed in all sorts of nice smelling bath salts. He found a nice selection that he hoped would be powerful enough to mask the smell and filled a bath with warm water, the scents and then deposited the suit into it before he went to work. For the rest of the day he was excited and impatient to try it on and went through his job on automatic.

When he got home he satisfied himself reading the instructions on putting the suit on and off whilst he cooked a light meal. It seemed that the legs went on just like a pair of tights (another thing he would need to practice) and then he needed to manipulate his member into a built in pouch in the suit that linked up to the fake vagina. There were diagrams in the booklet, but Anthony was itching to try it on in person. The rest of the suit he needed to get into the arms first before zipping up the small zipper at the back.

After he'd finished eating he went upstairs to the bath and fished the Claire suit out. It was ringing wet but it certainly smelt alot better than before. Whilst the suit was dripping dry on the towel rail he went to put on the mask he'd made. He opened up the back and parted the long brunette hair so that he could slip it over his features and mould it into place on his face. As he adjusted it he touched up the edges with bits of make-up to ensure that it blended in. He looked at himself in the mirror and barring a bit of brushing out the hair, he looked like Claire without any makeup on the body of a gangly man. Next he put the corset on and started to tighten it up around his midriff. The corset was tight but he started to tighten it even more as he really wanted to get Claire's body shape as much as he could. The pain in his midriff increased as he tightened and he realised that he was going to need to do this nightly for his body to adjust to the new shape.

By now the suit was nearly dry and Anthony towelled off the last remaining bits before taking the suit off the rail and sitting on the toilet to start putting it on. The legs were relatively easy to slide into, though he had to stop to ensure that his toes fitted into each individual toe in the suit. As he pulled it up he looked down at the inner workings of the vagina and realised he would need to check the instructions again. It seemed that he needed to push his balls back up into a cavity in his body so that there would be room for his member to slot into the pouch provided. It felt kind of funny when he did this, and then he slipped his member into the tube and attached it to the catheter provided. As he pulled the suit up over his hips and bum his dick was naturally pulled by the tube underneath him.

He slotted his arms into the sleeves of the suit, and then struggled to get his fingers to match up to the fingers on the suit. He had to be careful that the long nails at the tips of the fingers did not tear the suit as he aligned his fingers into them.

Lastly he tried to reach around and pull up the zip at the rear of the suit. After several attempts he realised that this was going to be an issue and that in future he might want to attach a rod with a hook on it to assist him in doing it up. After five frustrating minutes he finally caught the tiny zip and started to do it up. The suit was tight on him and difficult to zip up, but eventually after a bit more contortion he got the zip up to the top of the suit. He looked up at himself in the full length bathroom mirror and saw Claire Hughes sitting on his toilet. He stood up for a better look and noticed his wider hips and lovely full breasts which he cupped in his hands, fondling them greedily. Then he decided to explore down below to the full lipped vagina sitting below the mass of brunette pubic hair. He was a bit disappointed as although the opening went in a ways into his fake body, it was dry and not at all realistic. The other thing he'd noticed is that the join at the neckline was clearly visible and that he'd need to wear some sort of necktie to hide it.

He posed in a seductive way in the mirror and used his best imitation of Claire's voice to issue a come on line to her boyfriend Sean. All in all the effect wasn't bad, but Anthony realised that he'd need to practice hard over the next two weeks if this was to work. He still needed to learn about make-up, walking in heels and generally practice at being ladylike - all things instilled in real women, but a mystery to most men. One of which, he suddenly realised, he was going to need to do very soon and he knew he wouldn't have time to take the suit off first. Sitting down on the toilet to pee was a very strange experience and Anthony marvelled at how well the fake vagina channelled his pee round and out through the slit. It was amazingly lifelike from all he could tell and started to make him think he could really pull it off.

He practised all week, even getting a pair of heels and a dress from a charity shop for his "girlfriend" so that he could start getting used to walking in heels. Friday was the only night that week that he did not practice at being Claire as he had his usual meet with Bernard down the pub for a drinking session. He didn't dare mention his plan to his friend as the whole thing would sound weird and twisted, but he couldn't help himself in complaining about that "bitch" next door. After they'd had 3 pints Anthony plucked up the courage to ask his friend if he could borrow the elephant tranquiliser gun on the weekend of the 20th.

"What on earth do you want that for boyo?" Bernard asked him.

"Err well, I've got a large rat problem at the end on my garden and I want to try and get rid of them humanely" he lied.

"You're really better off getting a man in to do it for you" Bernard said mildly "and you'll have to be careful with the dosages in those darts. They usually have enough to knock an elephant out for about 4 hours. Something the size of a rat would need considerably less.

Anthony filed that information away and merely said that he'd pick it up on the Friday night, glad that his friend didn't enquire any more into his business. As he sat in the pub drinking and talking to his friend he began watching the women in the pub. Normally he would watch them to eye them up, but now he was starting to watch how they moved and their little mannerisms.

"You gonna buy the next round Ant or I am going to die of thirst here." Bernard demanded.

"Sorry mate, I was miles away." He responded "The usual I take it?"

After they'd finished drinking they went back to Anthony's house. He'd been careful to lock up his sculpting room that contained his entire disguise for the following weekend and they settled down to watch a DVD.

"So, what is her name then you miserable bastard? I'm surprised any woman would want you but you have that look of love about you. You've been distracted all night" Bernard said as the credits started to roll.

"No one" Anthony replied a bit quickly.

"Oh that's OK boyo, if you want to keep it from your best mate. I don't mind if she's not a looker, I promise I won't tease you. Apart from that brief fling with Lucy Pevans just after high school I've never seen you with a woman. Be good for you mate." Bernard drunkenly rambled on. "Maybe you'll lighten up a bit about the world being out to get you!"

"I'd rather not say at the moment" Anthony replied blushing. He knew that Bernard would leave it for now but would come back at him at some time in the future. He'd need to think hard about what he was going to do when he was a bit more sober.

"Alright I won't push it. Now do you fancy a quick game on the PSP?"

By the end of the following week Anthony had got quite good at impersonating a woman. He decided that to test out his disguise he'd send his new "girlfriend" Tina round to pick up the gun from Bernard on the Friday night. This would stop him asking questions and give him a way of testing out his disguise before the big night. He already had the blond wig he'd used as Kathy Williams and the clothes he'd been practicing in all week, so Tina was quite easy to create. By now getting into the bodysuit had become a lot easier, and this was in part due to practice and in part as he'd been deliberately dieting to lose weight. He applied the mask and the blond wig and made his new face up. He was glad it was summer and that he could go out in the dress and heels that he'd bought from the charity shop.

He parked his car around the block from Bernard's house so that Bernard would not notice it and recognise it. He started walking round the corner and almost immediately caught his heel on a broken bit of pavement, losing his balance and falling to the pavement. He cussed under his breath, thinking silently that he needed to get revenge on the man responsible for organising the repair of them, and silently adding them to his list. He picked himself up and was relieved to see that no one else had spotted his tumble. He needed to concentrate on where he was walking so he didn't experience a repeat of the incident. He took a deep breath and then carried on towards Bernard's door where he rang the bell. He was surprised when it was not Bernard but his younger sister Anwyn who answered it.

"Hello, if you’re selling anything or peddling religion then we don't want it thank you." Anwyn said bluntly. Anthony was slightly caught off guard and had to think for a second with his mouth open.

"Oh no I'm not selling anything. I'm Tina, Anthony's girlfriend" he said in his breathy female voice "I'm here to pick up the tranquiliser gun."

"Oh well then you'd better come in then. Bernard" she shouted up the stairs. "It's your mate Anthony's girlfriend here to pick up the tranq gun." Anwyn disappeared into the house and Anthony cautiously stepped over the doorframe and into the house just as Bernard came bounding down the stairs with the gun in his hand. He still had his khaki shirt and shorts on from the zoo and Anthony thought he looked a bit like a wildlife hunter.

"Err hello I'm Tina" Anthony whispered in his breathy voice.

"Cor, he never told me what a cracker you were" Bernard blurted out without thinking. Anthony knew that if he were really a girl he should be blushing now, but the mask did not allow for that so he decided to play bashful instead. Anwyn came to his rescue however.

"I can't believe how bloody rude you are Bernard Thomas. You don't say those sorts of things to a girl you've just met. Now apologise to Tina."

"I'm sorry. It's just that I was expecting Anthony to call round and well he's not known for having good looking girlfriends, let alone girlfriends at all." Bernard continued to dig himself into a hole.

"Now Tina dear just ignore my Neanderthal brother. It’s very nice to meet you and I'm glad that Anthony has found someone nice. Perhaps the two of you could come round sometime when my brother has developed some manners." Anwyn asked politely.

"Oh that would be nice" Anthony replied as Tina, thinking to himself "that will be impossible." He would need to ensure that he split up with Tina next week or this all could get awkward. He could not be two people at once.

Remembering the gun Bernard handed it to Tina carefully. "It's OK love, its not loaded. The darts are in this box. Tell Ant not to use too much in each dart or those rats will be sleeping into next centaury."

Anthony as Tina laughed a little silvery laugh at Bernard's humour.

"Well I'd better be getting back to Anthony. It's been very nice meeting you both."

"And it's nice to meet you." Anwyn replied. "Sorry you had to be submitted to my brother Fred Flintstone."

As he turned and walked away with the gun he heard Bernard comment to his sister that he wondered where Ant had met her. Anthony was conscious to keep his concentration on the walking and not falling over. As he round the corner he visibly relaxed. He'd passed the first test. He drove back home and as he was stuck at the traffic lights near the art gallery he noticed a man in a van checking him out. It was a strange feeling for Anthony being the object of someone's scrutiny and potentially lust. It was both scary and nice at the same time and he got a peculiar thrill out of it.

After practising hard all night when he got home, he had fallen asleep on top of the bed still with his suit on. Anthony awoke suddenly as the light streamed and as he bolted upright he sensed his chest moving up and down. Something was odd as well, with his morning glory that was feeling very restrained. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and looked down at the breasts and fake vagina below. Then he remembered that he'd fallen asleep in the bodysuit. He smiled as he played with breasts briefly, but stopped as he smelt the stale sweat that had built up in the suit. He needed a bath before his grand revenge tonight. He decided that it would be too much hassle to take it all off so he did his business on the loo, ran the bath; put some girly bath salts in before getting in with the suit still on. The bath salts were relaxing and even made Anthony forget that he'd not yet had his morning coffee yet. Mornings were a particularly grumpy time for Anthony normally, but this morning he luxuriated in the warm water and then washed his long hair in fragrant shampoo and conditioner.

He put an old track suit on and was just drinking his morning coffee when he noticed that Claire had decided to take her breakfast on the patio. There may not be a better opportunity that day, so he quickly loaded up the gun putting half a capsule in the dart and headed out to his garden. The fence had a two knot holes in it and he poked the gun through one and looked through the other. The first shot went too high and so he prepared a second dart. This time Claire dropped her tea spoon on the ground, so she got up and bend down to pick it up. Anthony got a great view of her shapely bottom in a nice short skirt and he took no longer than a second and he fired. Success! Claire thinking she'd been stuck swapped her hand at her behind and knocked the dart out. For several agonising seconds Anthony thought that he'd failed, but then suddenly Claire dropped to the ground like a stone.

Anthony went back to the house and picked up his carrier bag of items he'd need then clambered over the fence. It was important that no one else see him and the real Claire like this so he dragged her limp body back into the house as soon as possible and propped her up in one of the armchairs in the lounge.

He'd never really been in her house before and the floral designs and pastel colours grated on him a bit. He looked at the clock. It was 09:53 and he still had several hours until the party tonight at 8pm, but he decided that he needed to find out if he really could fit into her clothes. He headed upstairs and found her bedroom, the bed immaculately made and clothes were laid out on top of it for tonight. A low cut blue dress with a short hemline hung on a hanger on the door. This made things much easier since he now knew most of what she was going to wear tonight. He stripped off the tracksuit and his old charity shop bra and picked up the blue silky knickers. They felt slinky to his touch and Anthony had a shiver of pleasure in fondling them. He slid the panties up his legs and they slotted nicely into place around his fake padded arse. Then he took the matching blue bra and as he usually did fumbled around the back to hook it in place. The bra was a little tight, but that only served to push his cleavage up higher. He decided against trying on the blue tights and slip for now since he was sure they would fit. Next he took the dress off the hanger and slipped into it, carefully doing it up at the back. Finally he located the matching blue 3" pumps and tried to put them on. Disaster - they wouldn't go on his feet! He looked at the size and noted they were size 5's. He normally took a 7 which meant he would never fit into any of her shoes. He would have to go into Swansea and pick up a new pair in his size or else this would never work. Before removing the party clothes he took a look at himself in the mirror. It was an incredible likeness of Claire without any make-up and he knew that if he could just get the voice right he could pull this off.

The walk in wardrobe revealed a nice white floral summer dress that he thought would go with the shoes he had bought from the charity shop. He found a pair of white tights, put them on and slipped the dress on before admiring himself in the mirror. He immediately noticed a problem. The dress was partially see through and the blue bra and panty set could be seen through it. He removed it all, found a matching white set in her drawers and began redressing. This time it was much better and he slipped into the white pumps before sitting down at Claire's vanity table to do his make-up for the day. Even after the weeks of practice it took him three attempts to get it right. He strapped on Claire's watch, some bangles and made some holes in his fake earlobes to fit a pair of hoop earrings. Finally he took out a scarf and tied it around her neck to cover up the join. The wig was looking a bit messed up so he brushed it out into the same style as Claire's before heading back downstairs.

"Don't you think I look particularly lovely today" Ant said to the unconscious Claire in her voice. He then took out some rope and tied the unconscious Claire up and blindfolded her.

"We wouldn't want you waking up now when Claire is out doing her shopping now would we?"

The fake Claire located the real Claire's handbag and added sort out the purse. There was only about £15 in it and her cards that he didn't know the pin numbers for, so he when into his carrier and pulled out his own card putting it into her purse.

To all the rest of the street it looked like Claire Hughes was going out for a Saturday morning shopping trip as she locked up the house and opened up her car. It took Claire a couple of goes to start the car this morning, which was a little odd as the silver Vauxhall Corsa usually started first time. Inside the car Anthony's adrenaline levels were going crazy. Just going out into the world dressed as Claire was giving him one of the biggest highs he'd ever experienced.

After going through the normal Saturday queue to get into the Car Park, the fake Claire purposefully headed down to the bank to get money out, before heading to the shoe shop. The click of her heels on the pavement made something stir inside her and her walk took on a more exaggerated wiggle as a result. Several men turned their heads as Claire passed them and Ant secretly smiled at the effect that his disguise was having on them.

Inside the shop was an assistant whose name tag declared she was called Juliet came striding up to the fake Claire.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Oh yes I hope so" Anthony responded in his best Claire voice. "I'm going to a party tonight and I have a new blue dress but the heel broke on my old blue shoes, so I need a replacement pair."

"What style were they?" Juliet inquired.

"Oh." Anthony said not really knowing much about women's shoes. "They were a bit like those" he said pointing at a pair of white heels. "But they were sea blue. Size 7"

"We have these in blue" Juliet told the fake Claire. "But they have straps. Are they any good?" Anthony really wanted the same shoes if possible such that no one would be able to tell the difference later.

"No do you have any others?" the fake Claire replied almost sadly.

After going round 5 shops he eventually found what he was looking for. Walking round in heels had started to make his feet hurt so he decided to stop for a coffee. He was quietly sipping his caffeine injection, idly musing on the lipstick mark on the rim when suddenly a woman behind him shouted out.

"Claire, oh my God! It's been like ages since I've seen you."

Anthony had no idea who this woman was but in response to her outstretched arms moved in and gave her a hug.

"Oh hi. How are you doing?" Knowing that he had no idea who she was Anthony decided the neutral question was the best approach.

"I'm getting married next month." The stranger responded as she proffered her hand. It had a large diamond ring on it and Anthony pretended to examine it closely. He was on dangerous ground here and he knew he had to be very careful.

"Oh congratulations. Your still with ..... " He left it hanging waiting for the stranger to fill in the blanks.

"Mark. Yes of course silly. I'd never leave him. It'll be on our gravestones. Theresa and Mark shackled together forever. “Theresa responded.”Are you still with that hunk Sean from the rugby club?"

"Yes but he's a bit of a thoughtless oaf though, even if he is hung like a horse." Anthony decided to take a risk and plant a few seeds.

"Oh you are naughty. I'm sorry I can't stop; I've got a dress fitting in 5 minutes. It's been nice running into you again." The fake Claire wished her good luck and with that the whirlwind that was Theresa headed off as fast as she had arrived.

Anthony was both relieved and pleased. He'd passed the first test of fooling someone who knew Claire. By now the coffee was starting to go through him and Anthony picked up his handbag and headed for the loos. He started to head for the men’s and then stopped himself and changed direction to the ladies. He headed straight for one of the stalls and sat down to pee and think. This suit was amazing and when he started this revenge he had never dreamed that he'd love dressing up as a woman so much. But everything was going to end tonight once he'd got his revenge on Claire, and he wanted more. There was nothing to say that further revenges down the line would not require him to be a woman now was there? And to do that effectively he'd need to have a wardrobe ...... he couldn't use Claire's clothes again after tonight. With that he made up his mind that he'd need to go shopping now whilst he had the chance and get himself the start of a woman's wardrobe.

It was around 3pm in the afternoon when Claire returned to her house laden with shopping bags. Her neighbour on the other side Arthur Beesley was out the front watering the plants.

"I see you've been a busy girl" the old man said.

"Yes. I've had a great day shopping." Claire replied and Anthony really meant it. After checking Claire was still unconscious he headed upstairs and put the bags on the bed. Anthony decided to be naughty and go through Claire's drawers whilst he had the chance. At the bottom of her knickers drawer he found something surprising - a Rabbit. He turned it on and the thing vibrated and made a loud humming sound. A wicked smile crossed the fake Claire's face as she pulled down her tights and panties. She tried to insert the device into her fake vagina, but found it a little difficult to push in. Putting down the Rabbit for a moment she headed to the bathroom and found some KY Jelly which she brought back in with her and lay down on the bed to push into her fake pussy. This time the Rabbit slotted in nicely all the way and Anthony could feel some of the vibrations of the Rabbit.

"Nice to see that I can accommodate a gentleman. This might make the revenge even better." Anthony's voice came from Claire's mouth. "And afterwards the real Claire may have alot more need for her Rabbit." A wicked grin appeared on the fake Claire's face.

Anthony spent the rest of the afternoon bathing in Claire's herbal bath oils to get her smell and preparing for the evening. Then he dressed himself in her party gear and did her evening make-up. By the time he'd finished it was 6pm and he was still early for the party. Anthony hunted around the lower floor for any alcohol and eventually located a drink cabinet in the lounge.

"Now my dear, you are going to need to take a little medicine for later." Claire said to herself. With that the fake Claire took a bottle of Gin and propped up her comatose double, carefully opening her mouth. Slowly the fake Claire poured the entire bottle of Gin into the real Claire, stopping frequently to ensure that she swallowed it. Then she headed outside and opened up the garage to put the car away inside and close the garage door. The fake Claire opened the boot up and put her carrier of things into it. Then she went back and lifted the dead weight of the real Claire and deposited her in the boot.

"Well Cinderella you shall go to the Ball after all" Anthony said sarcastically to the sleeping Claire.

Anthony transferred Claire's stuff from her day bag to the smaller matching blue handbag she was going to use for the evening, ensuring that the ticket was inside and then gave himself a final check over in the mirror. He prodded the human hair wig for a while until he was satisfied and then decided to head back upstairs to give himself a quick spritz of Claire's perfume. The heady smell of the perfume assaulted his nostrils and once again Anthony could feel a stirring in his loins.

Anthony drove from the valley to the venue in the new marina area in Swansea where he parked Claire's car.

"Showtime!" Anthony said to himself and he swung his legs together out of the car and locked it. Waiting by the entrance of the venue was her oaf of a boyfriend Sean, constantly checking his watch,

"Where've you been Claire?" He demanded, "We said we'd meet here half an hour early!" Anthony of course had known nothing of any such arrangement and decided to use a defence that he'd often heard woman use.

"Well I had to get ready to make myself look nice for you. You wouldn't want me to look like a tramp would you?"

"You've had all day to get ready" Sean countered. He really was quite thick if he thought that a real woman was going to take that, and Anthony wanted to deliberately goad him anyway tonight.

"I had an emergency broken heel. I didn't expect you'd understand you thoughtless oaf." Anthony pitched up Claire's voice to as much of a shriek as he could manage.

"Well I didn't know that did I? You could have at least have rung and told me you were running late." He countered more defensively.

"In the middle of your Rugby game?" Anthony guessed hoping he was right.

"Well no, but you could've rung after." Bingo

"What whilst you were in the bar with all your drunken mates. I don't think so." With that the fake Claire stormed into the venue, stopping only at the concierge to show her ticket. Sean followed on like a beast enraged. He finally caught her just inside the venue and spun her around, shaking her in the process.

"What's got in you tonight Claire baby? It's not your time of the month you had that two weeks ago." He demanded.

"How dare you mention that in front of my work colleagues. That's a private thing that you don't blurt out you moron." Anthony included the word to see if he could get a further rise out of Sean. He could see that there was clearly anger in Sean's eyes, but also he noted that the big man had spotted he was moving into dangerous waters.

"Look I'm sorry hon." he said apologetically. "Can we just forget it and enjoy the party." Tempted though he was to continue the fight now, Anthony thought that it may be more effective later.

"Alright apology accepted" the fake Claire said in a more conciliatory tone. With that Sean leaned in to kiss Claire. Unable to think of a good way of getting out of it he leaned forward to give Sean a peck, and got a shock as Sean slid his tongue into his mouth and began to move it around. Anthony was revolved but could not outwardly show it.

Throughout the evening the fake Claire mingled with people from the office that she should know well, but had to pick up names as she went. She proceeded to appear to drink 8 or 9 glasses of champagne, but in reality the plants in the venue were well watered. When talking to a group of the girls from the office it seemed that Trevor from IT was the biggest letch in the building and had already propositioned one or two of them. They'd turned him down of course, but they said they could still feel his eyes on them. As Claire drunk she seemed to get drunker and drunker, often abandoning her boyfriend for large periods of time.

As the dancing started she began to home in on the man she had identified as Trevor and started to dance seductively around him in a drunken state. Trevor seemed to be loving the attention and leaned in as she whispered something in his ear. He nodded enthusiastically as she headed off towards the ladies loo. A few minutes later he too headed towards the loos and was yanked inside by Claire's arm.

Anthony could hear his heart beating strongly as he pulled the young man into a cubicle. It may have been the dancing making his heart beat faster but he doubted it. This was a very dangerous part of the plan and it could easily go wrong. He could see Trevor looking down the front of Claire's dress at her assets and also see the tent pole arising in the young man's trousers. The lad was primed certainly,

"What do we have here" the fake Claire said grabbing the bulge in Trevor's pants. "Have you got a present for me?" With that Claire turned and dropped her knickers and tights, bending over in the process.

"Oh dear, I sheem to have dropped my bag." Claire slurred. She was acting in a manner that could leave no mistaking what she was after, and Trevor duly obliged by letting his cock free from his pants. Outside the cubicle two more women entered the restroom.

"Give it to me big boy" Anthony chimed in as Claire hearing the two women come in. He vaguely felt Trevor closing on him through the suit and then found the man's hands sculpted round his breasts, greedily massaging them as he started to thrust into the fake Claire's vagina. This was Anthony's cue. He'd heard Claire's sex noises night after night and so now he started to mimic them loudly so that all could hear them. Trevor managed to last nearly five minutes before he himself made a noise that indicated that he'd shot his load into her, all the while squeezing her fake tits. The noise that he'd been making Anthony hoped that he'd built up quite a crowd outside, and once he'd pulled up his undergarments and left the cubicle he was not disappointed. In the doorway of the ladies was a crowd of women stretching out into the corridor. Some clapped ironically and some gave her disapproving stares. Trevor looked very sheepish as he hid behind Claire as the staggered out through the tunnel of women. At the end of the tunnel Anthony saw Sean with arms folded and looking like a storm.

"That's it you stupid bitch I'm through with you. You didn't even make it subtle tonight did you. Have a nice life." He said as he stormed out of the venue.

Another angry older man came up to Claire that Anthony didn't recognise.

"I've had complaints from the hotel manager Ms Hughes that you have been engaged in improper activities in the rest rooms" the man stated bluntly.

"So what if I have you stuck up old goat." Claire replied. "I'm only avving a bit of fun." Anthony really hoped that it was her boss or someone senior.

"I shall be reporting this behaviour to personnel first thing on Monday" the man continued.

"That's it go tell teacher - shee if I care. I'm orf home now - you're really bringing the party down you miserable git." The man went red with anger and looked like he was having a fit as the fake Claire staggered out the hotel towards her car. Anthony, who'd hardly touched a drop all night, started the car up and drove sensibly until he got to the valleys a short way from his home where he parked up in a deserted lay-by. He went to the boot and dragged Claire into the passenger seat. He then got his bag and quickly undressed from Claire's party clothes and dressed himself in the plain tracksuit and running shoes. He then proceeded to redress Claire in the clothes he had worn that night including the semen stained panties.

"You'll have to buckle up now my dear." Anthony told the sleeping Claire as he did up her seatbelt. "This may get a little rough." With that he started the car and drove off, speeding up and then heading the car for the wall beside the road.

Cruuuunch!!

Anthony felt himself jerked forward and the airbags went off. He staggered out the car and dragged Claire around to the driver’s seat and squeezed her into the seat behind the air bag. Then he took all his gear from the car and jogged off back towards his house, removing the mask as he did so.

After letting himself in to his house he slipped over the fence into Claire's house and removed all his new purchases from the house, including his card from her purse. He headed out the back and slyly said in her voice "Been nice being you."

The stories got around the neighbourhood fairly soon. That nice young woman Claire Hughes had flipped, got drunk and crashed her car - the police are investigating her for drunk driving. The insurance company she worked for had suspended her and were taking disciplinary action against her. To top it all off her boyfriend had dumped her. When he saw her outside she looked lost and a bit uncertain of herself and the Lord of Petty Revenges smiled to himself.

That Friday Anthony met his friend Bernard in the local.

"I met your bird Tina last week. Cor is she a little hottie." Bernard began as he brought the beers back to their tables. "You two are invited over to my mum's place for dinner if you want."

"I'm sorry mate" Anthony said. "We split up two days ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that" Bernard said trying to make it sound genuine. "So she's back on the meat market then? You couldn't put a good word in for me could you?"

"Well if you want to travel to New Zealand then you may have a chance. We split cos I found out she was emigrating out there." Anthony hoped that would be the end of it.

"If you come back to my place after the beers I'll give you your tranq gun back. I managed to bag the biggest rat and dispose of her humanely." Anthony said with a straight face. "If I have any more rats then can I borrow it again?"

End of Part I

Coming Soon – A new book by Katerina Hellam – Finneas Awakes!

The Angel of Mercy

The Lord of Petty Revenges was happy for three weeks after his ultimate revenge on his neighbour. His revenges were fun and exciting and each new disguise gave him pleasure. The spare room in his house, now permanently locked in case Bernard should discover it, had developed into a factory for disguises and a storage space for all the additional clothes he now owned. There was a rack of masks he had made, many more of which were female than male and he now had two complete female bodysuits that he had made in addition to various body parts. The man at the craft store now knew him by name and his ability to mold latex was improving every day.

However after three weeks he had started to notice that his neighbour Claire Hughes had been rapidly going downhill and Anthony started to feel guilty about what he had done. Her appearance, normally immaculate was now looking much rougher and on the only time he really saw her when she was doing her garden. Her lovely long brunette hair, previously always immaculately brushed out was now just a mass of tangles. Indeed from what he gathered from the neighbours she'd mainly given up hope after being rejected by several companies for a new job due to her drink driving conviction. The only thing that kept her going was her garden. It was one thing to take revenge, but another to have to witness the consequences of that revenge daily.

The revenges he was enacting also started to lose their luster. After weeks he had finally managed to track down the member of the Swansea Council responsible for maintaining the pavements that he'd tripped over whilst out shopping as Claire. He found the man had a beautiful garden, so he disguised himself as a workman and told them there was a water leak from a main in their garden and proceeded to dig it up, ruining the beautiful display of dahlia's the man had. Then suddenly Anthony as the workman disappeared without filling in the holes. He had no doubts that the man from the council would complain to Welsh Water, but they would never track down the miscreant workman. Normally this would have given Anthony a buzz, but the whole thing now seemed flat to him as he looked at upon the dejected woman in the next door garden busying herself.

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Claire dug another troublesome weed out of the bed and sighed to herself. Normally on a Sunday if she hadn't been with Sean, one of her friends would have come round for a coffee and a chat, or they would have gone out for the day somewhere. Now, since the party and the crash, none of which she remembered, they had all abandoned her and had not returned her calls. The conviction for drunk driving had lost Claire her driving license and this had counted against her in all the interviews she'd had for jobs. Since she had no redundancy money and the car was written off her savings were rapidly dwindling. And what was worse, the judge had ordered her to attend Alcoholic Anonymous meetings despite the fact that she really hadn't ever been a heavy drinker in her life.

Claire stared at her watch, the seconds lazily ticking by. There was nothing better to do, but after a while she went back to her gardening. If something didn't happen soon then even the garden wouldn't matter. Her savings could only pay the mortgage for so long and then she would be forced to sell the house and she would become destitute.

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That evening whilst not really watching the TV Anthony had a revelation. Anthony had started to leave the TV on whilst doing something else some years ago just so that there was noise in the house. He'd been not watching the football earlier, but that had finished now and the Chelsea Flower Show highlights were on and he hadn't been bothered to change the channel. As Anthony was ironing some of his "other" clothes, Monty Don started talking about a new nationwide search for the home gardener of the year. Claire needed something to kick start her self esteem, Anthony needed something to bring his enthusiasm back. The answer was simple. The Lord of Petty Revenges would start to use his powers for good and would help Claire get herself back on her feet. After all he'd essentially caused the problem in the first place. His new goal would therefore be to rectify what he'd done to her.

And so was born the germination of the idea for the Angel of Mercy in Anthony's mind.

At work in the DVLA Anthony headed down three flights of stairs to the basement to the area of the office that was popularly known as the graveyard. This was the realm of one Rees Halliwell, a large friendly man whose cheerfulness belied the solemnity of the department he ran. This was the area where the old licenses for people who had died were removed from the database and destroyed in the furnace. Being able to acquire one of these licenses before they were removed from the database and destroyed would mean that Anthony could have an entirely new identity.

"So, what's a process clerk doing slumming it down here in the graveyard then?" Rees asked cheerfully.

Anthony turned and greeted the large man in response.

"Oh hi there mate. I gotta leaving card for Mary up in accounts. Can you get all the gravediggers to sign it and put some money in the envelope for a leaving gift? I'll wait here and then take it back upstairs."

"Is Mary the one whose about to pop?" Rees asked.

"Yeah, she's due in two weeks but she's leaving on Friday in case she's early. I'm sure none of you will, but can you ensure that it's all real money in there and not vouchers and foreign currency. That lot in accounts are real tight arses with their wallets."

Rees nodded and laughed before taking the envelope and heading into the furnace room. The accounts department were legendary for their tightness. Whilst Rees was out of the room, Anthony started going through the pile of cards and forms looking for a suitable subject. He rejected anyone over the age of 40 out of hand and quickly started looking for someone of suitable appearance for what he wanted. Then suddenly he got to one that was absolutely perfect - Angela Clemence, and what was even better was that she had been reasonably local from Port Talbot. Anthony pocketed the card and form and waited for Rees to come back.

"Sorry mate but Frank's not in today. Can I bring it back up to you tomorrow?"

Anthony having achieved his objective was not worried about the card.

"Sure, but I'll need it back tomorrow as it'll have to go on to some of the other departments before Friday."
With that Anthony headed back upstairs with his spoils and proceeded to put through a change of address request on Angela Clemence to his own address.

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Bernard had noticed that he friend's moods had been very up and down lately. It was, he mused to himself, probably down to his girlfriend leaving him and going to Australia. He was pleased to see however that tonight Anthony was looking like his old self again and was really on form.

"What's got you so perked up then boyo?" he enquired of his friend as he sipped on his pint.

"Oh, I've got a new exciting project at work" Anthony answered vaguely "and so far it's going really well".

"Really? Go on let me in on what this new exciting project is then mate! If she's anything like that cracker you pulled last time then I can see why your excitable." Bernard still lamented not getting a chance to have a crack at Tina, though his sister's lecture after she'd left their house told him that it probably wasn't going to be.

"No, it's a bit soon for that after Tina" Anthony lamented. "This is an altogether different project that will help people. Call it a charity project if you like."

Bernard had never heard his friend speak of charity before. He heard him grumble and bemoan the world in general and speak of getting his revenge on the world, but this was an entirely new aspect that he'd never seen in his friend before.

"You're not gunna tell me about it are you?" Bernard stated boldly.

"No" his friend replied, "but it is going to bring happiness all round I assure you. Now go get another round and I'll thrash you at darts!"

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Anthony had indeed been making good progress in his work throughout the week. The Angela mask together with a newly bought expensive human long red wig was completed and the trial fitting had gone well alongside his second bodysuit. Angela was a more voluptuous girl than Claire, but sexy in her own way. He'd practiced her voice each night, copying the drive-time DJ from Swansea Sound as he drove home from the office until he thought he'd developed a good unique feminine sounding tone. By Wednesday night he started to dress as her and become Angela completely all evening in everything he did, ensuring that the curtain's were closed all the while.

He had sent off an application last Monday from Angela nominating her neighbour Claire Hughes for the regional heat of the gardening competition. Today he'd received a reply that the regional judge would be coming round next Tuesday evening to judge it and to inform her of this. Anthony could not believe his luck since this was her AA night. He would not have to find another excuse to get her out of the house and was now ready to put the next phase of his plan into action.

Anthony got up early on Saturday morning and started to prepare himself as Angela. After pulling on the bodysuit and mask he slipped on a matching white bra and panty set before getting out the white dress and heels he had specifically bought for the occasion - Angels after all always wear white. Carefully he applied his new makeup and then teased the hair into the style he wanted. Then taking his car he drove into Swansea to the bank to apply for a new account as Angela.

The bank teller examined Angela's driving license, whilst also examining her cleavage and told her that of course that she could open a new account with them as her credit rating had shown up in the check to be very good. After completing the forms and depositing £300 in cash, the teller named Steve informed Angela that her new cards would be with her in two days and that for now they could give her a temporary check book. Angela smiled and said that she understood before leaving and heading back home.

By now it was about 10 in the morning and Claire should be up and about. So after getting out the car, Angela went straight up and knocked on his neighbour's door.

Claire, looking somewhat like an unmade bed, answered the door.

"I'm sorry luv, I don't buy and sell at the door." Claire stated plainly.

"I'm not selling anything" the lovely Angela said breathlessly "I'm here because someone is worried about you."
Just then the morning sun peeked out from behind a cloud and ringed Angela's hair causing Claire to need to shade her eyes.

"Oh, I'm not looking to be saved either." Claire said thinking that this woman was perhaps a bible basher.

"No, I'm not from any church. Your friend was very worried and said that you needed a helping hand. I am here to show you the beauty of life once again and bring you back to yourself again."

Claire looked dumbstruck at the red headed woman on her doorstep. This was the most bizarre thing that had ever happened to her, but as mad as it seemed she knew deep down that she needed help.

"How do I know that you are not just some nutter?" Claire demanded finally.

"Nothing in life is certain my dear, but since your break up with Sean and the unfortunate events of that night things have been bad for you. Your friend wants more than anything for that night to be erased and for you to find happiness again." This was harder work than Anthony imagined it would be. He had not considered the risk that she would just shut the door in his face.

Claire wanted to be happy again, but she could no longer find it in her heart after all that she had been through.
"I suppose I have nothing to lose" she replied in a resigned fashion. "Come in then and tell me how?"

Angela didn't need a second invitation as she entered Claire's house once more and went into the kitchen with Claire.

"First of all" Angela said "You need to go and tidy yourself up and put something nice on. "We're going out to show you happiness once more. I'm Angela by the way Claire."

Claire already having resigned to this, dutifully headed upstairs to change and tidy herself up. Once she had gone Angela quickly headed for the rack where Claire's spare keys were held and slipped the back door key off its ring before Claire returned looking somewhat better.

"Come on lets go out and have some fun!" Angela exclaimed leading the poor bemused Claire from the house to catch the bus. Apart from the weekly shop, her court hearing and the weekly AA meeting this was the first time that Claire had been out the since the incident that had wrecked her life. Anthony just hoped that this was going to work.

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Claire had moped and been difficult for the first hour of their odyssey around Swansea and Mumbles. She knew in her heart of hearts that this woman was doing everything that she could to cheer her up, but she just didn't feel like being cheered up. Angela had shown her happy smiling children in the playground to show her that life continues on, but it just reminded her that she had no boyfriend and would therefore not be having children. Then Angela had shown her a local football match, showing her how people could pull together to achieve success. However that had just made Claire feel how alone she was now and how much she hated football. Finally Angela showed her the beauty and wonders of nature in Singleton Park, and all Claire felt was how she should be back in her garden dealing with nature. That was until the Squirrel happened that was.

Angela had bought them both an ice cream and she had been licking it delicately when a Squirrel jumped down from a tree onto Angela's hair and scooped up a piece of ice cream from the cone with its paw. It had instantly reacted to the cold by jumping down and trying to shake it off. The whole scene was so absurd that Claire could not help letting out a silvery laugh the completely broke down her morbid resolve to see the worst of life. Angela, after having flailed at the Squirrel joined in with Claire and the two started to laugh harder and harder at the poor Squirrel rolling around to get the sticky ice cream from its paw.

Once they had stopped laughing Claire made a decision in her mind. Whilst she hadn't trusted this Angela at first, it was obvious that they could be good friends. Now that her other friends had abandoned her there was just once question that remained on her mind and now that the tension was broken she voiced it.

"So Angela, who is this mysterious friend of mine and why didn't she come to me herself?"

"I'm afraid this friend is not one of your old friends, but someone in your life you have never considered a friend before. More I cannot say for now, but in time you may learn their identity."

Claire was puzzled by this response as she had no idea who it could be. Angela had not fallen into the trap of answering with a gender so she still didn't know if it is a man or a woman.

"So give me a clue. Is it a man or a woman"

"Yes" was all the reply she got from Angela as a smile crept on the other woman's face.

Claire had enjoyed the remainder of the day with Angela and was surprised when they stopped at her gate after getting off the bus when the red-haired woman told her that she would call again tomorrow at noon. She hugged Angela and thanked her for cheering her up, but when she got over the threshold of her house two things started to worry her again. Firstly although she had enjoyed herself in the end her situation had not improved. Secondly (and perhaps more worryingly) the whole day had almost felt like a date. Did this Angela woman secretly fancy her? She hoped not as that would spoil everything as she was not interested in that sort of thing.

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Ensuring that Claire was not watching from her window, Anthony sneaked around to his side door and entered the house hoping not to be seen by his other neighbour. He pulled out the key from his handbag and set it down. For most of the day he had had a raging hard on deep within his suit and Anthony had not realized how much he really liked Claire until today. He desperately wanted to remove the suit and deal with his swollen member but he had work to finish first, checking things were ready for Tuesday. By the time he'd finished however he realized how wrong he was and he was forced to take of the dress, bra and panties and begin to strip himself out of the suit.

His masturbation was both painful and a relief when he finally came and he headed to the bathroom to get a tissue to wipe up the proceeds. All in all he thought it had gone very well. Things were starting to shape up very nicely, though he still needed a way to start to really get Claire's life back on track. He determined that tomorrow he would try and find that way when he met Claire again. So as to get a head start in the morning he took a bath and then put back on the Angela suit. That way he would save time in the morning and could get some more practice in. Slipping into the woman skin was becoming more natural to him now the more he was doing it, though he still found tightening up the under-corset to be painful. It was an erotic experience now covering his cock and his hips with those of the suit and he would smile as he looked down at his new pussy and sexy hips. He had always loved women, but in some twisted way he also loved being a sexy woman. He wanted to make love to her, but he also wanted to be adored as her. It was as though the synapse in his brain was fused across the two thoughts. He pulled the suit up so that the breasts covered his chest and reached around for the rod to do up the tiny zipper. Once done up his breasts wobbled slightly and Anthony jumped up and down a bit to make the wobble some more. The illusion in the mirror below the waist seemed good, but the real test on that would be tomorrow.

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That Sunday morning Claire's doorbell rang at noon and this time. She was expecting Angela who was standing at the door with a sports bag over her other shoulder.

"Go and get your kit, we're going to the water park for some fun girl!" Angela exclaimed excitedly.

Claire was surprised at this turn of events, but given that she had enjoyed yesterday she headed upstairs to get her things, still though slightly worried that Angela might be a lesbian.

They headed into town to the leisure centre, Angela paying for them both despite protests from Claire. The women's changing rooms were an open area with lockers, something that was becoming more common these days. Claire however could not help but look at her new found friend as she changed. The other woman was bigger built than she was but had curves in all the right places. She noted that Angela must be a natural redhead as her thatch below matched her hair, meaning that she didn't dye her hair. Whilst Angela put on her one piece swimsuit, Angela instead had gone for a white bikini bra and small triangular white bikini bottoms. Angela was about to head to the pool when Claire stopped her.

"Aren't you going to tie your hair back?" Claire had already used a tie to put her own hair into a bun.

"Oh silly me" Angela replied "I forgot to bring a tie. Do you have a spare?"

Claire produced her spare from the bag and watched as Angela struggled to secure it. Eventually Claire told her to give it to her and she did it for the other woman. All the time Claire was thinking to herself that this was something the other woman, who she estimated was about 30, should know how to do by now.

The two women enjoyed the slides and splashing about in the pool. Claire noticed that there were areas of the pool that at times Angela was avoiding and she wondered if her new friend had an enemy here. She did not vocalize her thoughts and instead kept watch.

The 'Rolling Rock' was the largest slide in the leisure centre and Angela had left it until last. Claire waited at the bottom for her newfound friend to appear from the tunnel and as Angela emerged she spotted that something was wrong. The water had pushed against Angela's bikini and her bikini top had ridden up revealing her breasts to all and sundry.

Angela quickly tried to pull the bikini top back down but the damage was now done as two men headed over to her.

"You ok love, I'm Bernard by the way and this is my friend Stewart. " said one of the two men obviously trying to pick Angela up. Claire decided to wait for just a second to see how her friend would react and noted that just for a second there was a slight hint of panic on Angela's face.

"I'm fine thank you" Angela replied regaining her composure after regaining her modesty.

"I'm her friend I can look after her" Claire stepped in now to rescue Angela. The man calling himself Bernard looked crestfallen.

"So there's no chance of a drink then next week then love?" Bernard persisted, his chat up technique not having improved greatly over the years.

"Sorry no" Angela replied, "but thanks for the offer of help."

Claire was now even more convinced that she knew Angela's secret. If she hadn't been moping so much she would have picked it up yesterday, all the little subtle hints of things that Angela did not quite as a real woman would. Angela was a transsexual, and there was nothing wrong with that. In some ways Angela needed as much help as Claire did, though a very different sort of help.

They headed back to change shortly afterwards and Claire started to notice more and more things that confirmed her theory. Angela was doing a pretty good job on the whole, her voice was good and many mannerisms correct, but if you really looked at everything that she did with a close scrutiny you could see it.

"So how's job hunting going?" Angela's question interrupted Claire's thoughts.

"Oh, I've pretty much given up now. I've applied and been rejected by almost all the Insurance Companies around here. The criminal record I'm afraid is a big no go area for them." Angela seemed to chew on her response before asking.

"So have you thought of applying for other things?"

"I've been in insurance all my life. I have no experience with anything else. I'd never get anything else that paid enough to keep the house." Claire replied dejectedly. It seemed to her that Angela was chewing this over.

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Anthony left work early on Tuesday as he'd built up enough flexi time the day before. He hurried home and dashed upstairs to begin preparing for this evening, taking a scented bath before taking down the Claire suit from its hanger.

"It's been a long time" he said to the empty suit, slipping into the legs of the slim woman from next door. He pulled up the hips over his own and inserted his penis in the catheter and sheath before pulling the suit up. He got more of a thrill being Claire than he did as Angela. Copying someone real was always more thrilling and also riskier. The corset for Claire had to be tightened much tighter and Anthony struggled to get it tight enough. Had he let his body go a bit since Angela was curvier? He pulled the suit up with the small perk breasts over his chest and finally zipped it up. Next he pulled the mask with the brunette hair from its stand and slipped it on before trying to blend all the seams as best he could with make-up.

"I must look my best for the judging tonight" Anthony practiced in Claire's voice. It was not great since he'd been speaking as Angela for so long. So as he started to make himself up he kept practicing. He slipped on a silky bra and panty set that he'd specifically bought for the occasion and then some patterned tights. Finally he put on a nice new two tone blue dress and matching jewelry before checking himself out in the mirror.

Despite the desire to keep checking himself out, Anthony knew he had to keep a watch out for Claire going out to her meeting. Sure enough at around 18:35 she left the house and the new Claire headed round the side door to take possession of her house. Since he'd been there at the weekend Anthony noticed that Claire had done a lot of tidying up which meant there was only a little more to do before the doorbell rang. The fake Claire went to answer her door and she saw a neatly dressed man in his fifties wearing a suit with a clipboard on the other side of it.

"Hello my name is Jonathan Evans and I am representing the Welsh region for the National Home Gardeners awards. I do hope your neighbour who nominated you, a Miss Angela Clemence, told you we were coming tonight."

"Oh yes, Angela did tell me. I've been looking forward to you coming all week." Anthony tried to make Claire's face beam delightedly at Jonathan. "Would you like a cup of tea before we start?"

"No, thank you Miss Hughes" Mr. Evans replied "You're the third lady to offer and I'm afraid I need the loo more than tea."

"Oh it's just over here" the fake Claire replied showing him the door where it was in his house and hoped Claire's was in the same place. The fake Claire noted the bulge in the man's trousers as he headed to the rest room. Oh no, not another man who fancies me, Anthony thought to himself. Jonathan was that bit too long in the toilet for just having a wee, and he noted that Jonathan Evans trousers were significantly less bulging now. Anthony hoped he could use the attraction to his advantage.

When he returned the fake Claire led Mr. Evans into the back garden. For all that Claire had not really kept the house as well as she could, she had ensured that the garden was still stunning. As it was the early summer now most of the flowers were at the height of blooming at the garden looked immaculate.

"Wow I'm very impressed Miss Hughes" Jonathan told the fake Claire with a genuine expression of delight on his face. "What's your secret?"

Anthony didn't know much about gardens himself but he had seen Claire getting muck from the local stables. Besides he wasn't going to tell this man his real secret.

"Plenty of fresh manure Mr. Evans, dug in early season." Anthony hoped that Mr. Evans wouldn't ask him anything hard since he was no gardener.

"Well we don't sell that at our centres, just plenty of peat and other fortified soils. I run the Evans chain of garden centres by the way."

The name should of clicked, he'd seen the chain numerous time, but as he wasn't a gardener he didn't think to match the name.

"Oh really, then we have an expert judge in our midst then" the fake Claire replied playfully.

"Well I know a bit but I rely on my centre managers for the real expertise, pity I've just lost my best one here in Swansea though to a rival chain. Home-base are always poaching my best staff."

"Really?" the fake Claire replied, an idea forming in her head "I'm looking for a job at the moment. When are you advertising it?"

"I think the advert will be out by Friday in the Swansea Echo. Are you interested then?"

"Yes very interested" the fake Claire replied realizing that it could mean something else. They continued their stroll around the garden and Jonathan bent down to examine the condition of some flowers.

"Well make sure to apply then. I think the snails have been at your Rhododendrons."

"Oh I will don't worry, and yes I try to keep the pests away but the run too fast for me!" Anthony tried a joke to hide his knowledge of the flowers. It seemed to work as Jonathan burst out laughing.

"Very good. Now I'll just need to make a few notes if you don't mind Miss Hughes and then I'll join you back in the house."

A short while later Mr Evans came back in the house his pen safely tucked away.

"Well that's about it, all done. You'll be hearing from the committee in 3 weeks. I hope to see you again soon Miss Hughes." The fake Claire shook his hand and showed him out. Then quickly she wiped the mud from the floor locked the side door and headed back next door. A plan was now forming in Anthony's mind to restore Claire Hughes good name and all he needed to do was ensure that she applied and got the job. And there was only one way to do that. Ensure that all the other candidates looked bad compared to Claire!

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Claire had avoided the subject of Angela's transsexualism again when she had visited on Saturday. She knew that she should mention it but she didn't want to ruin her new friendship. This was especially true now that Angela had given her an idea for another job as a Garden Centre Manager and indeed even supplied the job advert from the local paper. Although she was unsure she would get it, her recent lighter mood meant that she was willing to give it a try and she settled down Saturday night to fill in the form and attached her CV.

The next day Angela walked with her to the post box and they posted the application together. The closing date was Friday so Angela had said they should post it as soon as possible. After a day out on the bus to Caswell Bay in the sun with Angela, Claire settled down to watch the Television. It was then that she noticed the front of the newspaper that Angela had brought round. Clearly at the top it was marked in ink with 16 C/w Dr. Her own copy of the echo was in the paper rack and she pulled it out and looked at the front. It was clearly marked 18 C/w Dr on the top. So her mysterious friend was the man next door. The one she had had a blazing row with over the hedge some months ago. Why would he be interested in helping her and how did he know a Transsexual?

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Anthony's new morning routine involved him getting up early each weekday morning and waiting outside the post box of Evans Garden centre. When the post lady arrived he pretended to be an employee of the Garden centre keen for the post and he volunteered to take it in to the boss. He then took the post to work and opened all the application letters. Those that looked good to him he doctored and those that didn't have the experience he sent fake rejection letters to. He did his homework on the suitable candidates looking for their photo IDs on the DVLA database. He noted that those who they wanted to interview would be contacted via email, so he set up fake email addresses for the doctored candidates and changed the email on their CVs. Then he posted the doctored CVs back the following morning before the post woman arrived. In all he allowed 4 other suitable candidates to go through for the job alongside 3 clearly unacceptable ones and Claire's application.

By the end of the week he had 3 women and 1 man would might be asked back for interview for the job apart from Claire and he spent Saturday morning going to get the supplies he would need for the disguises. He also had another problem though. Bernard had informed him in the pub on Monday night that he met a red head at the leisure centre that he was madly in love with. Anthony told him that he was happy for him and questioned his friend about their relationship. Bernard had confessed to Anthony that he hadn't got anywhere yet, but he was determined to try and find her. He'd been very impressed with the size of the mystery woman's assets in the pool it seemed.

The following Monday morning came and interview offers came in as expected. He hoped that Claire had received one too but he would not know until Angela could speak with her. Then he noticed a problem with the plan. There were two interviews back to back the following Tuesday. The others were all OK, but he could never change disguises in such a short space of time. There was only one thing for it. Mrs. Webster would have to fail to turn up for her interview. It happened sometimes in interviews, but Anthony wanted to maintain the illusion of choice.

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Claire had been putting it off all week but she finally decided that she needed to talk to the man next door. She knew she wouldn't be able to do it Tuesday as she had her AA meeting, so she determined it must be tonight. Her neighbour Anthony was just walking out the door as she headed up his path.

"Mr. Danforth could I have a word with you?" Claire asked firmly yet politely.

"I'm just going out, if it's quick though" Anthony replied knowing that Bernard would be down the Kings Arms already.

"I'm just going to come straight out with it. Did you send your transsexual friend to help me? If so can you tell me why as I just don't understand all this."

Transsexual - where did that come from, Anthony wondered to himself. How did she find out it was me? Time for some half truths.

"Look, after we argued over the tree cutting I sort of felt bad about it. See the truth is that I really like you and it was such a silly argument. However after the argument, I didn't think that you would let me help you, so I asked my friend to help. I hope Angela is really helping you get back on your feet."

Anthony could see Claire weighing his response up in her mind. He was prepared for the worst.

"Yes she is helping and you're probably right. You were not someone I'd have readily turned too. Maybe we can let bygones be bygones and start over. Your friend Angela needs some help too adjusting to being a woman."

"Definitely. I'd love to be friends if that's alright with you. Go gentle on Angela though. She likes to think she's a woman now, so just give her the odd friendly advice and she'll be fine. Perhaps we could go for a drink on Friday night?" As soon as he said it he realized he'd said the wrong thing.

"My AA meeting is tomorrow night" Claire replied bluntly.

"Oh yeah, I'd forgotten. Maybe a non drink, drink then?" Anthony asked hopefully.

"Very well, but you're buying as until I get a new job I'm broke" Claire responded.

"Done" Anthony replied extending his hand to shake on it.

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Bernard had had no luck at all finding the mysterious red-head from the baths in the intervening week and his normal exuberant self was somewhat subdued as he met his friend in the pub.

"It's no good mate. It's like looking for a needle in a bloody haystack mate." He told Anthony soberly.

"Never mind. Plenty more fish in the swimming baths" Anthony consoled his friend.

"Yeah but not with those gorgeous knockers boyo. They were out for all the world to see and I'd love to get my hands on those puppies." Bernard was not a subtle man when it came to women and that was unfortunately his downfall. His sister Anwyn had not managed to knock it out of him yet.

"You need to learn a bit more subtly mate. It sounds like you scared her off. Perhaps next time you meet someone you can learn to not focus in straight away on the woman's breasts and focus more on a common interest."

"Well we were both at the leisure centre on the slides so I figure we both like water slides. Is that not enough for you?"

"You need a bit more than that to make a connection with a woman mate. You go in like a bull in a china shop mate. Get Anwyn to explain it to you."

"She's given up on me as a hopeless case. She says I have a Neanderthal gene. I told I her I get my jeans from Tescos and I don't have any truck with that poncy designer rubbish. They're real good value at £4 a pair they are!"
Anthony rolled his eyes and gave up at that point, returning the conversation to Cardiff City's change in strip colour from Blue to Red and the relative merits of both sides of the argument.

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Anthony's week had been another busy one, making three new masks for the interviews next week. He'd managed to get two days off from his boss at short notice and as the masks dried he began learning the fake CVs for Jeanette Windwright, Alison Thompson and Iain Jenkinson. The fat suit he'd used previously for his revenges would work nicely for Mr. Jenkinson and he'd use his two bodysuits for the women together with the new masks.

Tonight thought was Friday and he was getting dressed up for real as himself Anthony Danforth. For tonight it was his date with his neighbour Claire Hughes.

Anthony decided not to go to the King's Arms but drove Claire instead to the more up market pubs in the Mumbles. He bought Claire a soft drink and decided to have a coke himself. He didn't want anything to go wrong with their 'date' but as they chatted politely he began to realize that he was not having the fun time with Claire that he did as Angela. The chemistry just was not there.

At the end of the evening he drove her back home and she politely pecked him on the cheek and thanked him for a nice evening. It was then that he realized two things. Firstly it was never going to work between them in that way and secondly that he really was not her type. Her previous boyfriend had been a rough straight talking rugby player. She liked a bit of rough in her men. And he realized that whilst he liked her and he enjoying being her, he did not actually love her. She was not his type, which was perhaps why they had clashed previously.

As he was walking away a second epiphany hit him. Bernard was exactly the sort of man that she would go for, if only he could get his friend to tone it down a bit he might succeed in getting Claire both a job and a new boyfriend.

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Mrs. Jeanette Windwright waited in the reception area dressed in a smart business suit with her legs crossed over at the ankles. The snooty looking receptionist in the office above the garden centre looked down her glasses at the woman and told her that she could go in now.

"Ah Mrs. Windwright, please take a seat" Mr. Jonathan Evans said as he shook her hand and went to seat himself in the middle of the three man interview panel.

Mrs. Windwright smoothed her skirt and sat on the indicated chair.

"Now, you say you have worked in Garden Centres before as a sub manager. Can you tell me why you left your last post."

"They found my pot plantation and threaten to take me to the police if I didn't resign" the woman said matter of factly. The interview went downhill from there.

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Jonathan Evans didn't think that it would be so hard to find a new manager, but after the pot growing and smoking woman, there was a big thug of a man who admitted to intimidating staff to pressure sell to customers and the sluttish Alison Thompson whose punk hairstyle and studs were off putting enough, but her choice of clothing was hardly appropriate for an interview. The fact that she got all the plants that they'd shown her on the test wrong didn't help matters. With Miss Colbourne not showing up, that nice Miss Hughes was his last hope. At least she had seemed normal when he'd met her last.

He was pleased to see that Miss Hughes was wearing a nice sensible suit for interview and although she seemed nervous he understood that interviews were a stressful process. He was a bit disappointed to see the reason for her previous dismissal, but she had been going to AA and she had not touched a drop since. On top of that Miss Hughes had scored the highest he'd ever seen on the plant test that they gave all the applicants. Even before they'd finished the interview he knew that he was going to offer the job to Claire Hughes.

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Angela popped the cork on the bottle of non alcoholic Champagne. It would not taste the same as the real thing but it was so ingrained in celebration that she couldn't resist buying it.

"Are you sure that there's no alcohol in there, Ange?" Claire asked nervously.

"Positive dear" the red head replied. "Now let's celebrate your new job!"

Angela poured the fake champagne into the fake plastic glasses. That made three fakes here. Anthony was growing more comfortable in his role as Angela and had made great strides in his female impersonation under tips from Claire.

"Anthony has provided a little celebration present for you Claire by the way. The points on your driving license have mysteriously disappeared from your record."

"He won't get into any trouble over that will he?" Claire asked concerned and then added. "He does not it's not going to work between us?"

"No it'll be fine, and yes he realized that the magic wasn't there dear. But he did say that he wanted to remain friends." Angela sipped her fake Champagne before adding. "If you are up to dating again there's a man who I think would be perfect for you. I could set up a blind date if you'd like."

"Angela you angel you've already done so much for me. I'll give it a go but I can't promise you that I'll like him."
"No guarantees there hon, but you gotta get back onto that horse at some point."

"Yeah, ok. Set it up next Saturday evening then. I need to concentrate on my new job this week, but we could go shopping for new dresses during the day on Saturday if you can sub me until I get paid."

"Sure it'll be fun."

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Anwyn sat chewing her hair as Bernard's mate Anthony sat telling her brother about the hot date he'd set her brother up with on Saturday. Anwyn tugged at the split end irritably. She'd had plenty of goes at Bernard over his lack of a girlfriend, but in reality she was as worried about her own love life. She never seemed to manage to keep a steady boyfriend for any period of time, and the man that she really liked was sat in that room talking to her stupid brother. The last girlfriend that Anthony had had was a stunning blonde called Tina and she had felt truly unable to compete with her. She felt inadequate that her plainly mousey hair, often tangled, just made her so much out of the league compared to Tina. And Anthony was really lush, but she was afraid to say anything. Then just as she plucked up the courage to go and say something, Bernard and Anthony had already gone down the pub.

He would just discard me anyway, Anwyn mused to herself trying to make herself feel better. Normally she wasn't afraid to speak her mind to Bernard, but when it came to revealing her heart she was too afraid of failure.

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The Angel of Mercy sat in her boudoir the following Sunday and saw that all was back as it should be and that her work was done. Bernard and Claire had got on like a house on fire. Claire had a new job and once she could afford it, she was going to get a new car now that she was able to drive again. There was happiness all around and Angela realized that in many ways the Angel of Mercy was superior to The Lord of Petty Revenges.

All except in one thing that is. Anthony still did not have a girlfriend and now becoming Angela on a regular basis was going to put a cramp on his future dating. Not that he had a date in any case. The sad thing about the Angel of Mercy was though she could make it better for everyone else, she could not make life better for herself. With him being confused about his need to become a woman Anthony was in a strange place now.

Coming Soon – a new book by Katerina Hellam – Finneas Awakes!

The Master of Self Deception

Things had been going well Anthony's schemes recently with both his revenge on Claire Hughes and her rehabilitation going to plan; albeit with a hiccup here or there. Anthony was becoming increasingly confident in his ability to impersonate a woman. His neighbour Claire considered that Anthony's alter ego Angela was a transsexual and she had been giving "her" tips to point out the odd little things that Anthony hadn't picked up himself. As such whilst he was dressed as Angela he now considered that he was a woman. Angela's identity was building up nicely as well with her bank cards having come through and Anthony had managed to apply and get a copy of Angela's birth certificate. All he needed now was a passport to maintain a complete identity as the now dead woman. With his other identification the passport should be a cinch and Anthony had posted the application form with confidence. He could now fool anyone that he was Angela; he was the Master of Deception.

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Bernard was in somewhat of a quandary. He had been debating or not for some days as to whether or not to talk to his friend about his Transsexual friend Angela. Bernard had known Anthony since he was at school and had never met Angela. Indeed he had never even heard Anthony mention her before. So when Claire had mentioned Angela being Anthony's friend and described her as the woman he had met in the pool on their second date he realised that this was a part of Anthony's life that he had kept completely separate from one of his oldest friends. He was even more confused by the fact that initially he had been strongly attracted to Angela, more-so than his new girlfriend Claire. The problem was that now he knew that Angela was a Transsexual he did not know in himself what he really felt about her. He did not fancy men and the fact that in the past she had been a man turned him cold. Yet she was stunning and she had some of the best breasts he'd seen. He wanted to talk to Anthony about her but he couldn't bring himself to do so. Anthony and his friend Angela had brought him together with the first woman who wanted more than a one night stand with him. He could not bring himself to betray their trust in him by confessing his mixed feelings. So Bernard's problem remained.

Bernard looked up to see Anthony entering the King's Arms.

"Hi mate. Your round first this week." Bernard told his friend boldly. He inwardly cursed himself for being such a coward but for now by not acting he had effectively made a decision.

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It was a Monday night and Anwyn was sitting at home again whilst her brother Bernard had gone down the King's Arms pub with Anthony for their weekly drink. Once again she had failed to speak up when she'd last seen Anthony and every time she failed to do so she felt that it got harder and harder the next time. The problem that she had was that she really didn't know much about Anthony beyond the fact that he had known Bernard at school and that he now worked in the DVLA in Swansea. As a result she didn't know what he liked and didn't really have anything to talk to him about. She could always ask Bernard of course, but if she did she would never hear the last of it and he would have made her life miserable for months.

There was alternative of course. She could go to the King's Arms and spy on them but the place was a male enclave and any female going in there that was not bar staff would have been on full display in front of all the men there staring at them. It didn't mean she couldn't go in there, but just not as herself, which suddenly gave her an idea. She could disguise herself as a man and go to the pub for a drink and spy on the pair. Her hair always seemed to be scruffier than she would like and if tied back it would look more like a man's pony tail than a woman's hair. She could strap her breasts down, pad her stomach and put a sock in her knickers. With a bit of dark make-up as stubble, track suit trousers, plain trainers and one of Bernard's shirts she thought that she could make it work.

Having put her plan in action she examined herself in the mirror and considered to herself that it was not a bad job all round. She was about 5'7" so although a little short for a man she was just about tall enough. She took a deep breath and walked out the door. It was now or never!

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Anthony did not notice her at first since he was busy chatting to Bernard, but as he got up to go to the men's toilet he spotted the "man" in the corner sipping on a pint of larger. He went and did his business and then had another good look at "him" on the way back to his table. "He" was wearing women's trainers and Bernard's shirt. After a quick squint he confirmed that the "man" was in fact Bernard's sister Anwyn. Anthony decided that perhaps they could really have some fun tonight!

"Hang on a moment mate, there's a bloke I know over there. I'm just going to invite him to join us."

"Alright mate, but I'd prefer it if it were just the two of us" Bernard replied.

"Oh but he's on his own mate. You can't leave a man drinking alone" Anthony persisted.

Bernard relented and Anthony headed over to the table that Anwyn was sitting at.

"You seem to be on your own. Can't have that, my name's Anthony. Wanna come and join us mate?"

The pretend man looked around the room nervously, coughed to try and get a deeper voice and replied.
"That's mighty kind of you Anthony. I'm Alex." Anthony had to stop himself laughing at Anwyn's attempt at a male voice and instead pretended to choke. After he'd finishing pretend choking Anthony led the way to the table that he and Bernard were sitting.

"Bernard mate, this is Alex whose going be joining us." Anthony nodded at the disguised Anwyn and Bernard glared at him as if to question his sanity of inviting a stranger to their Monday night drink. He was so riled that Anthony was sure that Bernard had not clued into the fact that it was actually his younger sister in disguise.

"So what do you do then Alex? I work at the DVLA and Bernard here is a Zoo-keeper." Anthony asked a nice easy question to kick the entertainment off and to see how good a liar Anwyn was.

"Oh I'm a builder" Anwyn replied too hurriedly to think of a better lie.

"So what are you working on at the moment?" Bernard asked without too much enthusiasm. He just wanted to get rid of this third wheel in their weekly pint.

"Building houses" came the response from the fake man. Anthony decided to try and start to poke at Anwyn's lies a little. He was pretty sure she wouldn't know much about building work since she worked as a PA in an office. Clearly Alex was not really built to do building work.

"So what mix of sand and cement do you use to make your mortar? I was looking at re-doing my patio and I don't want to get it wrong."

"Five to one" Alex answered cautiously and Anthony had to suppress a snort that would have seen his beer spray all over the table.

"Thanks mate" was all Anthony answered.

"I have to go off to the toilet." Alex continued and scuttled off. Anthony noted that "Alex" had to pause before selecting the Gents, an issue that he had himself had when he had first become Angela.

"What did you have to invite that wimp over to our table for?" Bernard demanded of him. His mate still hadn't seen it. Perhaps it was because he was used to disguises and the subtleties involved but Anthony could believe that his mate couldn't see through the poor disguise. Maybe Bernard had had one too many before he came out to the pub.

The evening continued in that manner with Anthony getting Alex to reveal things about "his" life and love-life. The question of how many "birds" he'd had that had come from Bernard was particularly priceless given he still hadn't recognised his sister. The game of darts was entertaining and when Anthony suggested the challenge to see who could pee the highest in the urinal had the fake man suddenly remembering a prior appointment and having to bid them both a good night. Bernard harangued Anthony for an hour after Alex had left about the whole inviting strangers to their private conversations. Anthony decided that rather than let Bernard in on the secret the best thing to do would be to enjoy the moment and apologise to his mate.

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Anwyn hurried away from the King's Arms trying her best to stop herself from blushing and headed home as fast as her legs would carry her. It was obvious that Anthony had worked out her disguise and had been having fun at her expense. Clearly he saw her for the fool that she was and had exposed her for all the world to see. The fact that Bernard hadn't sussed were was the only saving grace of the entire episode. She headed through the door and slammed it behind her before storming upstairs and throwing herself on her bed. The sobs of embarrassment came shortly afterwards . The man she fancied had not only seen her make a fool of herself but had also humiliated her. To top it all she had found out next to nothing about him. She threw off the bits of her disguise between sobs and told herself that she was going to be a spinster forever.

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On his way back from the pub Anthony at last could laugh out loud to himself. The whole episode had been enormous fun for him, and he began to realise that teasing Anwyn had been fun for him. The whole thing reminded him of being at the playground at school. The girls that the boys teased were often the ones that they liked the most. Anwyn was shrewd and sensible and would often try and get her oaf of a brother to do the right thing. He teased Anwyn because he liked her. He hadn't noticed her really before as she'd always so been sensible. She was about as straight laced as they came and Anthony realised to his chagrin that Anwyn would not approve of his little hobbies. It was a pity because if she loosened up a bit then they could have a lot of fun together.

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Though they had been going out with each other for just over a fortnight now Claire was nervous about her date that Saturday night. Things had been going well for her since her neighbour's Transsexual friend Angela had come into her life and she really didn't want to mess things up. Her new job had been much easier to get used to than she had expected and already the Garden Centre sales had improved by 9% as a direct result of her initiatives to bring in Women's Institute members for talks on gardening and coffee. Those talks had generated sales directly afterwards in the shop on previously barren weekday mornings. She had also had a surprise in the mail that morning as well. She had been entered into the National Gardener of the Year award by Angela and she had won the regional heat. She must remember to thank Angela in some way for all the help she had given her in turning her life around.

In the meantime Claire worried about the dress she was going to wear tonight. Was it too long for a meal out in a restaurant? Her shoes were not quite the same shade and she worried whether the shoes, bag and dress would all go. Having tried it on she pulled a number of other options out of the closet and tried mixing and matching them. If all went well with the date tonight then she'd finally have a real man in her bed again and she could feel complete. She'd tried dating her neighbour Anthony who had sent Angela to help her, but Anthony was too small and neat for her tastes. Although she herself was a neat and tidy woman she liked her men to be rough and ready. The rawness and ruggedness of a man and his animal spirit really got her motors running. Outwardly she wanted to appear the proper lady, but deeply inside she wanted a man to dominate her and put the moves on. Anthony had been too polite. Bernard had got straight to the point. Tonight it was all going to be perfect and she would invite him back here for coffee and maybe more. She got excited just thinking about it and eventually reached into her drawer for her Rabbit. That would have to do for her until the real thing later.

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Anthony was feeling as pleased as punch with himself that Saturday evening as he arrived back at his house dressed as Lady Julia Rosewood of Camarthan. There was of course no real person of that name but Lady Rosewood had persuaded a rather pompous library official (who had previously fined Anthony for being a hour late returning a book) that she was going to make a large donation to the library if the library would reclassify all its books under the Dewey Decimal system. Lady Rosewood it seemed was not in favour of these new fangled Computer library systems. The Library Official, Mark Lewis, had promised that they would re-catalogue it ready for Lady Rosewood's visit with the cheque in two weeks time.

Lady Rosewood had used a new mask and blond wig that he had bought especially for the revenge that went together with Angela's bodysuit. Anthony headed up stairs in his heels to his sanctuary to begin stripping himself out of his disguise now that his revenge had been done. He sniggered to himself thinking the time that the pompous library official would waste re-cataloguing the library. Anthony would never perform revenges as Angela as she was his Angel of Mercy, but it didn't stop him reusing her body. Anthony studied the reflection in the mirror, amazed at how far his craft had come. He slipped out of the pink heels and reached behind his back to start unzipping himself from the pink and yellow flowered dress that Lady Rosewood had been wearing. Angela had been shopping earlier today specifically for that dress to get the look he wanted for the character. When he'd been shopping with women in the past he'd hated it when they went to shop after shop looking for that perfect item. Now that he was at least partially a woman he found himself doing the same thing and he at last understood. He hung the dress up in the closet in his Sanctuary and put the shoes in the rack alongside the other fifteen pairs he now had. The matching pink bra and panty set was something he'd seen in one of the shops and although he didn't need them for the disguise, he felt he needed to make the outfit complete.

He unclipped the bra from his false breasts and pulled his hose and panties down his legs, throwing all into the dirty linen basket next to the washing machine and dryer. Since starting all this he'd found that he had to do twice the washing he previously had to, and he could hardly put all his women's clothes on his washing line outside.

He jumped up and down to make his false breasts bounce up and down now that they were finally freed from their pink prison. He never got tired of that one and his imprisoned penis briefly began to swell until he realised that something was wrong. Angela's body did not have her head on it and somehow it was not right in Anthony's mind. She should have her head and perhaps she should go out and celebrate today's victory. Anthony was finding that the more he got used to being Angela, the more he felt becalmed when he was her. All his other troubles went away and he could be a beautiful sexy woman who men eyed up. He was no longer a weedy little man that people ignored, he was the centre of attention.

Anthony made a decision then. Angela would dress herself up and go and celebrate the victory today. After all she deserved a good night out. Anthony fiddled around behind his head under the wig and began to unzip the back of the Lady Rosewood mask and strip it off, trying his best to keep the blond wig out of his eyes. He blinked once it was removed and fitted it on the empty wig stand on the shelf. The other twelve masks including Angela and Claire's empty eyed faces looked back at him from the shelf. Anthony went straight to the Angela mask and removed it from its wig stand, taking it back over to the makeup mirror. He slipped it straight over his head and started to ease it into position, all the while feeling his cock get harder and harder in its prison within the pouch attached to his vagina. He adjusted it until he finally was satisfied with the positioning. He then pulled out the blending makeup from his make-up case. Of all the masks he had, the only ones he thoroughly cared for were the Claire and Angela masks.

Anthony took his time dressing in lacy white underwear, hose, a short purple skirt, scooped white lace top with a pair of 3" white heels. After choosing accessories and a bag Anthony took his time getting his makeup right. Anthony knew that Angela was curvy and hot and he really fancied himself. He slid his hand under his skirt and into his panties and began to feel inside his fake pussy. As before he was disappointed that it did not feel as feel in there as he would have liked, so he sashayed down the stairs in his heels and went and got some olive oil a little of which he squirted into his pussy. He could not wait to go back upstairs and he eased himself down on his sofa and once again slipped into his panties and began to play with his pussy as he would have done with a girlfriend. He engorged cock could just feel his fingers massaging it inside his pussy and in his mind he mixed his desire to do this to a woman with his desire to be seen as desirable. His legs were spread wide as he continued to masturbate as a man, but seemingly as a woman. His excitement was building to such a climax as he'd never had before and afterwards the semen from his orgasm started to drip from his false female urethra onto his clean white panties and hose.

After coming down from his climax Anthony cursed at the spoiling of his undergarments and went to get a kitchen towel to wipe things off and remove most of the olive oil. He resigned himself that he would need to go and change his underwear again before he could head on out into Swansea to have some celebratory fun.

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Bernard waited in the restaurant for Claire to arrive. The place was in the New Marina in Swansea and was much posher than he was used to. The menu was even in French and he didn't speak a word of it. Bernard was feeling very out of his element in this place, he'd have much rather gone to any number of pubs or clubs in the city but he had wanted to impress his new girlfriend. When he'd asked her Anwyn had told him that this was the best restaurant in Swansea and so he had booked it on her say so. Now however, dressed up in some monkey suit he was feeling very out of place amongst waiters who looked down their noses at him.

He was relieved when Claire arrived only ten minutes later and he went over to give her a big hug. She shifted away from his hug and gave him a per functionary peck on the cheek which somewhat disappointed him. They headed over to the table and Claire waited by the table as he seated himself in the other seat. The waiter pulled the chair for Claire and Bernard felt that she'd deliberately shown him up. He quickly dismissed it as she was looking gorgeous and showing him some cleavage. It was amazing just what a bit of cleavage could do to distract Bernard when it came down to it. That was how he'd first noticed Claire's friend Angela and how they had ultimately met. Bernard was a big fan of breasts, they figured in a lot of his fantasies and he was a regular reader of Page 3 of the Sun. A good breast could wash away many sins in Bernard's book.

"Monsieur, je voudrais le saumon rose avec les legume et un tasse de vin blanche si vous plait" Claire said to the waiter in perfect French. The only French that Bernard had been keen on was a French kiss, but he really didn't think that applied in these circumstances.

Bernard knew that he couldn't read the menu, let alone order in French and an awkward silence descended on them as the waiter looked on expecting him to order.

"I can order for you if you want?" Claire offered. Was she trying to make him look thick in front of all her posh friends? Apparently so.

"No I can order" he said confidently. "There, that one there" Bernard said pointing to something on the menu. "And un bier mate" he said using the only French he remembered from his booze cruises to France. Bernard saw a small smirk creep on Claire's face. Now she was laughing at him. Breasts or no, he was not going to take that and he was starting to get riled. Had she been leading him on to have a bit of a laugh at the ignorant Welshie?

"Bon. L'escargo pour Monseiur et Le Saumon pour Madame." With that the waiter headed off towards the kitchens.

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Anwyn had headed into Swansea that Saturday night determined to cheer herself up with her mates from the office. Alison Webster was celebrating her 30th birthday and had invited the entire office to her birthday bash. Anwyn had decided to go along as there was a chance that she might meet the man of her dreams there. After the first hour at the club though Anwyn realised that this faint dream was not going to happen, all the men there having come along to the party with the various women from the office. Whilst it was fun chatting with the girls from the office for a while all the topics were quickly exhausted and the various cliques of people who knew each other clumped together leaving Anwyn on her own staring at others enjoying themselves in the club.

Whilst watching the people perform their ritual seductions in the club Anwyn noticed a bunch of local yobbos harassing a red haired woman in a short purple skirt. No doubt later on they'd say that she was asking for it. Anwyn hated that excuse for harassment and decided that ask she had nothing better to do she would go and rescue the woman.

"My brother works at the Zoo. If he finds out that you lot have escaped he'll get his dart gun out and put you lot back in the monkey pen." Anwyn shouted above the music at the yobbos.

"We're just talkin' with sexy legs here, mind your own business plain Jane." One of the yobbos shouted back, now having a new target for the groups ridicule.

"Yes they just learned to talk but they haven't got the hang of names yet." The red-headed woman answered somewhat relieved. "Evolution being somewhat slow around here. I have a need for the ladies, care to join me?"
Anwyn nodded and together they headed for the sanctuary of the ladies where they joined the inevitable queue for the stalls.

"Don't mind those lot you look lovely in that dress" the Redhead began. "I'm Angela Clemence by the way" she continued offering her hand. Anwyn took her hand and suddenly the name clicked. This Angela was Anthony's Transsexual friend. Bernard had mentioned her as having suggested that he and Claire got together. This was perhaps an opportunity to find out what Anthony really thought of her if she played her cards right.

"Anwyn Thomas" she replied. "I believe that we have a friend in common. Does the name Anthony Danforth mean anything to you?" A look of pleasure came over Angela's face at the mention of the name.

"Anthony, yes he's a good friend of mine. How do you know him?"

"Oh he's best mates with my brother Bernard." Anwyn replied worrying how to ask the question that she really wanted to ask. Just then the next stall came free and Angela whose turn it was next headed in and locked the door. Shortly afterwards the neighbouring stall became free and Anwyn went in. She took some toilet paper to wipe the seat before she sat down.

"So does Anthony ever talk about me." Anwyn said over the stall wall. Obvious, far too obvious she chastised herself.

"Well he did say that you were Bernard's interesting little sister, but he didn't want to upset his best mate by asking his sister out." Came the reply from Angela. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh well" an embarrassed Anwyn started "I've sort of fancied him since school, but then I was in a class three years younger than him. I've sort of been scarred to ask him out ever since in case he laughs in my face, and now I think he will." It was easier talking to Angela girl to girl about this. Bernard would never understand and she really couldn't take the risk with Anthony. Angela had got Bernard and Claire together. Maybe she could help me too, Anwyn wondered.

"I didn't thank you for my rescue by the way. It was very kind of you and you didn't need to step in. Perhaps I can help you with Anthony in some way?" Angela replied. Anwyn suddenly felt a thrill go through her body. She finished up and exited the stall just as Angela emerged and headed to the basins to wash their hands. Instinctively both also checked their makeup in the mirror.

"Perhaps we could go somewhere quieter and talk" Anwyn offered. She was being given a chance to pump Anthony's friend for all the information she needed on him. Maybe there was a God up there watching over her and this Angela was really an Angel sent to help hopeless cases such as her.

Angela touched up her lipstick before answering.

"Let's go to Lupo's, this is nothing but a cattle market." With that the two women left the noisy club. Angela's heels clicked noisily on the pavement as they headed down the street to the aforementioned wine bar.

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The final straw with a cherry on top had been the dessert for Bernard. How the hell had he known it was pronounced Soo-Flay. It was spelt Souffle so it should have been pronounced Soo-Full. He was sick of being shown up and corrected by Claire, showing her obvious superior education to his. She had tried to explain that she was just trying to help him learn, but that had just made him even more enraged. So he wasn't good enough for her. He had to be moulded into the perfect little French speaking Soo-Full loving toff by her else she wouldn't be happy. He'd paid for the food angrily and stormed out saying that he never wanted to see her again. He was better off single than being Claire's little toy Poodle. At least his right hand didn't insist on Soo-Flays or make him eat snails.

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Claire was almost in tears as she left the restaurant. She managed to get around the corner to the taxi rank before she burst out crying. She had messed it all up but she wasn't sure how. She'd tried to help Bernard with his French, it being obvious that he couldn't speak it, however the more help she'd tried to give him the more he'd got angry with her. He obviously didn't really want to be with her on a social level and it was only a physical attraction. Maybe it was for the best. She tried to believe it but deep down inside she could not finally accept it as fact. On the surface she knew that it was over though. Her great new start was starting to unravel.

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Anthony had not really known how to get rid of the yobbos in the nightclub and he had been genuinely delighted at Angela being rescued by Anwyn. He'd never been a sexy woman in a short skirt out on the town before and he'd never appreciated the kind of attention he'd get. He'd given that sort of attention to women in nightclubs before but he'd never appreciated the subtle difference there was between being admired for being sexy and being harassed by lewd and ignorant men. Now he did and he was extremely grateful to be extracted from that situation without resorting to violence or exposing his secret in any way. It was a fine line he'd been treading with his deception and only now did he start to realise exactly how fine it was.

"So tell me about Anthony. What exactly does he like?" Anwyn asked from across the table.

Anthony wanted to play footsie with her under that table but he was Angela at the moment and flirting with her was definitely out.

"The usual sort of things men like. Football, beer and women, though not me." Angela replied coyly.

"Why not you. You're his friend and from what I can tell the two of you get on extremely well. You'd make a cute couple." Anwyn said curious but obviously wanting him to give her a reason that Angela was not a threat.

"Anthony and me. It's complicated." Angela licked her rouged lips before continuing nervously. "In many ways he's my soul mate. We are closer than brothers, but far too close for us to have a relationship. Besides he knew me before the change and I don't think he can accept a relationship with the person I was. I'm not a threat to you Anwyn and I'll help you all I can with Anthony." That was as close to the truth as Anthony could give her for now. Angela could be seen to set the two of them up together and they could all live happily ever after as two couples. Bernard and Claire and Anwyn and him. It was perfect.

"I'm so pleased to hear you say that." Anwyn face lit up with the offer of help. "I'm so glad that I decided to help and we met tonight." The wine was starting to go to her head and she was starting to babble. Anthony had never seen Anwyn tipsy before and he found that she was really cute like this.

Anthony finished his drink, the lipstick staining the glass as he did so, and he suggested they share a cab back out of Swansea.

The queued for the cab and Anthony had to be careful of exposing his knickers in his short skirt and heels or falling on his face after the wine he'd drunk this evening. He sat in the back of the cab close to Anwyn and he desperately wanted to hold and caress her, but as Angela he could not. Instead he crossed his legs and hoped that he penis that was starting to get excited would not explode at an inopportune moment. He kept himself busy fishing through his handbag for his purse for some money and trying to think of anything else but screwing Anwyn. It not working, but thankfully he managed to control himself. The taxi driver charged her the usual exorbitant fee, it seemed that although women could get into nightclubs free they were subject to the same taxi fare rip-offs. Anwyn and Bernard lived a short way further on, so Anthony as Angela wished Anwyn a good night saying they would get together again on Wednesday night at the wine bar in Mumbles to talk, before heading into his house somewhat unsteadily on his heels from both the drink and the engorged penis between his legs.

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Anwyn was going to head straight home in the cab but with the fortification of drink within her decided that she wanted to know exactly what Angela was telling Anthony about her. So she decided to let the cab go and waited a few moments before heading towards Anthony's house. She waited and listened at the side door that Angela had gone through before she was certain that neither she nor Anthony was on the immediate other side. Feeling naughty for the first time in her life, emboldened by the booze she tried the door which was open and went inside. She could hear Angela upstairs humming to herself and then heard Anthony say something though in the kitchen she could hear little of what was being said. So Anwyn decided to get closer to listen and crept up the stairs where she sat at the top step where she could see Angela sat at a vanity in one of the bedrooms.

"God Anwyn is so sexy when she's tipsy" she heard Anthony say but she could not see him in the room. How did he know that she was tipsy; it made no sense; she'd been out with Angela all night. Angela began humming to herself but did not answer Anthony in any way. Anwyn continued watching as she reached up to the back of her neck under her long flowing hair and she heard a zipper. Then Angela's red locks started to move up over her head and gradually the head of Anthony Danforth was revealed wearing a wig cap beneath. The weird half man, half woman disappeared for a second with the mask, then came back in front of the mirror minus the wig cap. The head belonged to Anthony but the body was very much that of a woman. The half woman slowly stripped out of her skirt, top and underwear revealing the nude figure that was definitely a woman. Was Anthony really a woman pretending to be a man, pretending to be a woman? Anwyn was very confused as she continued to watch.

The figure in the room reached behind his/her head and felt for something that they knew it was there. Slowly the figure started to unzip her back down to her backside and underneath the skin Anwyn could now make out that the figure was wearing a corset beneath. As the figure started to divest itself of the outer skin Anwyn could see that the rear and breasts were well padded and that the figure had to carefully extract a very erect cock carefully from a pouch in the skin. In a way seeing Anthony's erect cock excited Anwyn. She had longed to play with it for years but now she was confused with what she was seeing.

"Oh Anwyn you are so sexy" Anthony purred in Angela's voice as he sat at the dressing table and pumped his manhood.

"I want you now Anwyn!"

He continued to express his desire for her until not long afterwards a spurt of cum hit the mirror in front of him.
"Damn it's never been that enthusiastic before" Anthony said to himself in his own voice as he sought a tissue to clean everything up. Anwyn had seen enough and fled down the stairs and out of the house. She was confused in a major way. Was Anthony queer, dressing up and pretending to be a woman? If so why did he masturbate with her name on his lips?

Anwyn walked home in deep thought trying to reconcile her feelings about what she had witnessed, wondering just what she would do on Wednesday when she had to meet Angela again.

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Anthony heard about the split over the next two days. His regular Sunday outing with Claire was filled with tears, though a determination to move on from her experience from a man who clearly did not understand her. On Monday Bernard however told of his anger at being shown up, and told his friend that he'd not see Claire again unless she apologised to him in full. And so it was that the couple who were perfect for each other in Anthony's mind had split up. Bernard not having seen that he'd booked the restaurant in the first place and that it had mostly been his fault in the first place and Claire who had failed to see his embarrassment and pain.

Angela was the Angel of Mercy, but Anthony felt that now that Humpty had fallen off the wall, not even she could put him back together again. There was only one answer. Claire had to apologise, but she had told Angela that this was something she would not do. It had not been her fault and she'd just been trying to help Bernard and he'd thrown her help in his face.

Anthony had concluded that there was only one option left open to him. Claire had to be seen to apologise to Bernard. If the real Claire wouldn't do it, then the "other" Claire would have to do it. Once Claire had apologised to Bernard, he would get Bernard to apologise to the real Claire later and all would be set to rights again. Anthony knew that Claire was away this Saturday visiting her mother and disguised as Angela he could get Anwyn on Wednesday to tell Bernard that Claire wanted to see him that day. Then disguised as Claire he could set everything to rights again.

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Anwyn had heard all about the break up from her pig headed older brother the day after it all happened. She strongly suspected that it was all his fault since Bernard had all the sensibility of a blind newt. However his constant grumpiness around the house since Sunday had started to get her down and she almost longed for him to return to that lost puppy-dog of love look that he'd had on his face ever since he'd started going out with Claire. It had been a lot for her to bear his air of happiness, but far preferable to the grumpy guts of doom that now pervaded the house in the evening.

In some ways she was glad therefore to get out of the house, but in other ways she was dreading it. She still didn't know what she was going to say to Anthony / Angela when they met at the wine bar in Mumbles. Could she tell him what she knew?

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Angela had selected a longer skirt and a more sensible top that went some way to not showing off her large bosoms that she had displayed in all their glory last Saturday night. Anthony had leant that lesson and was determined not to repeat the mistake, though the local wine bar was a much safer option than the meat market in town that called itself a nightclub.

Anthony was pleased to see that Anwyn was wearing some makeup, had done her hair and was wearing a nice top and skirt. She was making an effort, but why would she make an effort for a girlfriend?
"Is that new? That looks nice on you." It was something that Anthony would never have said, but with Claire's tutoring he had begun to understand it was the sort of thing that women said to each other to give each other a little boost.

"Oh, this old thing? No I've had it ages." Anwyn replied. Anthony now knew that this was a little lie designed to show that she understood the compliment and wished to move on. Female conversation was much less straightforward than male banter but slowly Anthony was starting to learn the nuances.

Anthony was glad that he was wearing flat shoes that had been much more the fashion of women of late. The combination of high heels and a raging hard on between his legs had been almost too much to bear last Saturday. Now that he only had one of these problems he found it easier to manage. Anwyn was hesitating before continuing the conversation and Anthony worried that something might be wrong. Eventually she looked up and said.

“ You look nice too An-Angela. More subtly to your beauty I think.” Anthony wondered about the stutter but let Anwyn carry on. “If you don’t mind me saying your outfit on Saturday was somewhat revealing and though it is never an excuse for those lads behaviour, it did encourage them.”

Was that a simple statement or an accusation? Anthony found it hard to work it out. He decided to take the conciliatory approach. He needed Anwyn to help in his scheme to bring Claire and Bernard back together, and he also really liked her.

“It was perhaps not the wisest of choices” Angela conceded. “I take it you know all about Bernard and Claire’s break up.” Anwyn nodded distantly. “I think I’ve persuaded Claire to apologise to Bernard on Saturday night. Do you think you could get your brother to meet her at the Taj Mahal Indian down town?”

“It was his fault the stupid lug, Claire doesn’t have anything to apologise about” Anwyn suddenly all fired up took Claire’s side. Angela’s face dropped at this as Anwyn continued. “But they are good together, so just this once I’ll help. I don’t want to see either of them get hurt. I’ll tell him. What time does Claire want to meet there?”

“Oh, she said eight o’clock” Anthony replied as Angela, making the time up on the spot.

“Fine. Talking of relationships how exactly are you going to help me with Anthony then? Don’t tell me that he has some skeletons in his closet that I’m going to find out about and hate?” Anwyn changed the subject rather swiftly. Anthony was not sure where this was coming from and inwardly within his beautiful disguise he was turning over thoughts of what Anwyn might have meant by this.

“Anthony has a little hobby.” Angela replied carefully. “He takes revenge upon those that have caused his anguish and suffering. It’s kind of a way of getting back at the world that has been cruel to him. More recently though he has come to see it both ways and that revenge is not the only thing in life. He can also help people.” Anthony could see Anwyn nodding at this, though she waited expectantly for Angela to continue. “This is why he suggested that Bernard and Claire get together after his date with Claire proved to be a wash-out. So when he found out about the break up he asked me to help them again now.” Anwyn looked a bit more relieved after Angela had spoken, but there was still something she was seeking.

“So how exactly does he get his revenge and help these people?” Anwyn continued.

“Anthony is becoming very good with disguise. He came make it seem like a man has done things that he has not done. He can become a workman. Anthony’s skill in disguise allowed him to spot you at the pub the other week. He had some fun there, but you know that men only tease women that they really like in that way. You know he could help you improve your disguise as Alex if you were interested. If you want to get close to him and the prospect interests you, then ask him to help you.”

Anwyn again went quiet, deep in thought at this.

“You know it was kind of exciting and thrilling going into the pub that night. I’ve always been good; I was a perfect student at school and never put a foot wrong. But that night was the most excitement I’ve had in a long time. I’ll think about it.”

Conversation swung away from relationships and they enjoyed the wine and company for another couple of hours. The two walked out of the wine bar around 10 pm and began to look for a taxi. A group of three Rugby player were slightly ahead of them drinking bottles of larger and singing rather rude Rugby songs. Suddenly the middle one of the three collapsed on the ground, struggling for breath. The other two initially began to joss their mate about his inability to take his drink. The two ladies by now had caught up with the men and when their friend had not got up from the pavement they started to get worried.

“Shit, heeez not faking it.” One of them slurred. “Go ring an ambulance quick Dai.”

Anthony had taken a course in first aid for work. He was the designated first aider on his floor at the DVLA and he knew the basics of what to do.

“Stand back, I know first aid” Angela said to the Rugby player’s mates as Anwyn looked on.

Angela crouched down beside the stricken player, glad she had a long skirt on tonight and set him into the recovery position and checked his pulse. It was only then that she saw who the stricken player was. It was the Wales scrum half Gavin Rodgers. Angela found he had no pulse and determined that only CPR would save him now. Quickly she put her first aid training to use and began to pump his chest and start to breathe into the stricken man’s mouth.

“Breathe damn you” she demanded urgently between breaths. Angela was going to give up after two more tries when Gavin Rodgers suddenly started sucking air into his restarted heart.

After that it was all a bit of a blur to Angela. A crowd had gathered and were taking pictures and tweeting the news. The Ambulance and the Police had been called and after talking to the police about what had happened for half an hour a local news crew turned up. This was a big story and they were keen to interview the woman who had saved the life of Gavin Rodgers, the man who had won the triple-crown within the last minute of the last game in the Six-nations. The news crew asked her a bit about herself before “she” was interviewed on air about the story. Anthony had never figured that a simple night out would suddenly turn into so much more, but he was pleased that he could help and even more pleased that he could not only fool ordinary people but the world through the media. He revelled in the fact that he was now a master of deception.

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Mrs Ruth Clemence was now in her eighties and usually went to be before 11 pm. However tonight she couldn’t settle her stomach and had got back up to take some Horlicks. She’d absently put the TV on for some noise in the house whilst she drank the Horlicks. Being as it was gone eleven now it was the local news programme and there was a big story about some Rugby star having collapsed. Although Rugby was the national sport in Wales, Ruth had never been that bothered with it and was only paying scant attention when she spotted the red-haired woman being interviewed. She had to put her glasses on to read the name of the woman who’d saved the Rugby star. Her sight and hearing were not as bad as she thought. It was definitely Angela who had saved this man, but how could that be? Angela had been dead for three months now, killed in a car crash on the M4 motorway. Ruth had been distraught at having to bury her daughter, but how could it be that she was still alive? A she stirred her bedtime drink she determined that she would need to find this woman and track her down and find out the truth of the matter.

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Claire had left to go to her mum’s house about several hours before, but if a neighbour had been watching they’d have seen her slip back into the side door of the house wearing an old track suit around 5pm. Anthony had been practicing his Claire voice all week ever since he’d come up with the plan and it had been exhilarating to once again slip into the Claire suit and mask and once again become his neighbour. Although he loved pretending to be Angela, there was a special place in his heart for being Claire. She was his first and she was someone real that he was impersonating. It would be a simple job tonight. Apologize to Bernard, have dinner and then set up a return apology the week after.

First of all he needed to smell and dress as Claire again so he first of all ran a scented bath and began selecting clothes from her closet for the evening. Claire had a large collection of clothes, much bigger than the meager selection that Anthony had acquired in his spare room, and it took him a while to select out just the right length blue dress with matching bag and shoes. He then went to her underwear drawer and selected some skimpy lingerie and some blue tinted hose. Finally he went into her jewelry box to find some opal earrings, a matching broach and Claire’s gold evening watch. He took off his old track suit and went to soak in the bath, luxuriating in the soft foamy bubbles and feeling up his own fake soapy breasts. They were not real and he could not really feel anything through the latex, but this was as close as he was going to get to fondle Claire’s breasts now.

He got out, dried and talc’ed himself before getting dressed in the clothes he’d laid out. Whilst he knew he should have worn flats, he couldn’t resist the heels that he'd brought with him. Besides, it was a date with her boyfriend and a woman has got to look her sexiest Anthony thought.

Anthony remembered to spritz on some perfume before heading out to the bus stop to town, Claire’s heels clicking on the pavement as his stride took on that sexy female walk.

Unlike the real Claire, the fake Claire turned up to the restaurant exactly on time and spotted a glum looking Bernard waiting at a table by the window. Oh well, here goes, Anthony thought as he headed over to the table and looked down at his cleavage deliberately arrayed within the scoop neck of the dress. He knew Bernard’s love of breasts and he wanted to ensure that Claire’s were sufficiently on display for his mate.

“This meal is on me Bernard, it’s the least I can do to make up for what happened last week. And a little bird tells me how much you like a nice curry.” Bernard grunted and looked slightly less intense that when Claire had arrived, so Anthony took that as a cue to sit down opposite, smoothing his dress out before taking the seat.

“I really want to say sorry about last week. I know I must have come over as trying to make you look like an idiot, but it really wasn’t my intent. Believe it or not I was genuinely trying to help. I’d have never chosen that restaurant to go in a million years Bernard. I love you just the way you are and I don’t want to change you.” Anthony knew exactly what a man wanted to hear in this situation and he played it to the full.

“Well, OK I suppose. I suppose I over-reacted.” Bernard replied.

“Save your apology for next week.” Claire replied. “This week is my apology to you. Next week you can ask me out and do your apology if you feel it necessary. You do know that I love you very much.” Anthony felt that perhaps he was laying it on a bit thick, but he needed this evening to succeed for both his neighbour and his mate.

“Alright, next week I’ll take you to...” Bernard began but was stopped by one of Claire’s fingers touching his lips.

“No, don’t tell me now. Surprise me next week.” She told him. With that she took her nail from his lips and put it on her own and kissed it. Bernard shifted in his chair a bit, something below was obviously causing him some discomfort. Claire’s nylon clad legs started to rub up his inner thighs as they stared at each other across the table.
“I can’t stay mad at you. “ Bernard said as his voice raised slightly as Claire’s leg brushed his upper thigh. “Now what do you fancy then?”

“You! Oh, you mean to eat. You too.” Claire giggled and Bernard gulped. He couldn’t believe how much she was coming on to him. Maybe his luck was in tonight with her.

The meal went very well, but then that wasn’t a big surprise. The fake Claire new all about Bernard and the sorts of things he liked. Part way through the meal she had gone to the toilet and had swayed her hips enticingly, her panty line deliberately visible under her dress. Bernard had only had a single beer and drove Claire back to her house. He pulled up outside and leaned across to the passenger seat to kiss her. Anthony moved in to kiss him back on the lips, after all that should surely seal the rift, but he got a surprise as Bernard slipped his tongue into her mouth. Anthony was revolted at French kissing a man, but he could not let it show so he pretended to enjoy it.

“So you do like French after all?” Claire told him instead. “Do you want to come in for a coffee.” Anthony thought naively that they could seal the rift finally with a coffee and a smooth on Claire’s sofa. The fake Claire came back with the coffee and settled down beside him gently on the sofa. Ignoring the coffee Bernard moved in for a smooch.

“I’ve had a hard on all night watching you Claire you little tease. “ With that Bernard moved in for another French kiss and his other hand went up Claire’s dress and in her panties. This was going out of control for Anthony, but he could not stop it. If he denied him now after teasing him earlier he might cause a break up again. He therefore kissed Bernard back, but he realised that Claire would need to start getting wet down below or else Bernard would work out something was wrong.

“Just a minute lover.” Anthony had done it once before as a Claire. He could do it once again for the sake of his friend’s relationship. He picked up the olive oil on the way to the downstairs loo. Once there he squirted it up his fake cunt before heading back to the sofa. Bernard was on him once again and this time he started to ease down the zipper of the fake Claire’s dress to reveal her fake bosoms. Bernard continued kissing the fake Claire and massaged her breasts. Anthony was forced to moan with pretend pleasure at Bernard’s touch. He had never planned for it to go this far, but now it was too late. Bernard stripped his sweatshirt off to reveal his hairy chest and he began to undress the fake Claire further, whilst also taking off his trousers revealing the true stake of the bulge in his underwear. The fake Claire knew there was no going back now and she pulled Bernard’s underwear down and Bernard’s large engorged penis sprang free. The fake Claire massaged Bernard’s large cock whilst Bernard began to finger Anthony’s fake pussy. Anthony gave moans of pleasure that he knew that Bernard would want to hear and then pulled his hand from Bernard’s cock and drew him closer. Bernard gripped the fake Claire’s arse and pushed her legs apart as she lay back down on the sofa with him on top.

Anthony was scarred now but did not let it show. What if Bernard’s cock was too big for his fake pussy? What if he detected that something was wrong down there? Anthony could feel Bernard thrusting against him, but did not have the sensations that a real woman would have down below. He knew the noises of pleasure that they made though and was careful to ensure that Claire’s moans of pleasure were kept up between passionate kisses from her partner. Bernard was very excited it seemed and came quickly, not having learnt yet to make it last with a woman.

Bernard made love twice more to Anthony in his Claire suit that night on the sofa. By the time he had finished and they headed up to Claire’s bed the coffee was cold and forgotten.

Anthony awoke the next morning in Claire’s bed wearing nothing but his Claire disguise. Bernard’s arm was wrapped around him and he was being spooned by his friend. He looked at the clock. It was 10 am. The real Claire was due back at midday and he had to tidy up this house. He needed to wake Bernard up and get him out of here quickly. If he was like most men then Bernard would have a morning glory down below. Anthony who had already had to pretend to be a woman enjoying sex five times in total last night figured that one more on the total would not be any worse, especially if he could get Bernard moving.

Anthony moved his torso forward slightly and adjusted the position of his bum so that his female flower was facing Bernard who slowly began to stir a bit from his slumber. Anthony maneuvered his vagina onto Bernard’s morning glory and then started to move his fake derriere backwards and forwards on Bernard’s dick. This definitely got Bernard’s attention and he slowly started to wake up, loving the attention that his cock was getting. From Anthony’s point of view it was all going too slowly. He needed a result quicker so he turned and shifted Bernard on his back and mounted him, riding him and moaning as Bernard grunted below. Eventually Bernard came and the fake Claire kissed him on the cheek and rolled off him.

“Time to get up sleepy head.” Anthony knew that Bernard was going to watch Swansea City play that afternoon, so he hoped that Bernard would take the hint.

“Very well Miss Bossy.” He replied and headed downstairs to find his clothes. Anthony quickly put on the track suit that he’d come over in and made Bernard and inadequate breakfast of tea and toast before kissing him goodbye at the door.

Anthony looked at the time. He had less than an hour to clean the place up and leave before Claire came back. He’d never cleaned anything so fast and he hoped that he’d put everything back where it belonged. The dress he’d worn the night before he hung back up, there was little he could do about the creases. As he left and locked the back door he spotted the bus coming back. He hid and watched Claire get off and head to her front door as he went into his own house to sigh with relief. He’d pushed it but once again it was a triumph for the Master of Deception had pulled it off again.

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There were two other people getting off the bus that day. Anwyn had decided that she would take Anthony up on his advice whilst dressed as Angela and she would talk to him about disguises. She had sat at the front of the bus above the driver and so had a far way to go to get off the bus. It was a surprise therefore to see an old lady heading down Anthony’s path towards his door. Was this perhaps another of his disguises? It certainly looked very realistic.

The door was answered neither by Anthony, nor Angela but by Claire wearing an old tracksuit. She had seen Claire getting off the bus from her position on the top deck so she knew that something was amiss. In all likelihood the old woman was real and was perhaps delivering leaflets or the like.

Anwyn moved closer to the door and for the first time could hear the conversation.

“Are you sure that Angela Clemence doesn’t live here? The man from the TV station wrote the address down for me here young lady.” Ruth Clemence thrust the paper at the fake Claire together with a picture of Angela from the Swansea Echo.

“My daughter has been dead for 3 months, so you tell me how she could have saved a man’s life?” She continued poking her target in the ribs. Anthony as Claire looked lost and unable to deal with this old woman from hell.

Anwyn decided that though it was fun to see Anthony in trouble again, she really ought to help him.

“Excuse me” she said from behind the old woman “that’s my girlfriend you are harassing. We’ve lived here together alone as partners for years now. There’s no one called Angela here. “ The old woman turned and looked disgusted at the thought of two lesbians, so Anwyn decided to make the point further by going up and kissing Anthony, dressed as Claire on the lips. My first kiss with my new boyfriend Anwyn mused, not that he knew it yet.
“I don’t approve of that kind of thing” Mrs Clemence stated, her arms folded and her lips pursed.

“Let me look at that address” Anwyn demanded taking the slip of paper from the fake Claire. She studied it and looked for the flaws in the handwriting.

“Oh I see the problem” she said boldly. “You think he’s written down Ave but in fact it’s Gdn. I’m sure that is over Sketty way. I do hope you find this Angela that you are looking for Mrs Clemence, but for now I have to reacquaint myself with my girlfriend.”

Mrs Clemence looked disgusted again and mumbled out loud.

“Well I’m going to get a private investigator to look at this. I’ll leave you LADIES to your business.” With that Mrs Clemence shuffled off muttering to herself about the state of the morals of the young people today.

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Anwyn had pushed past the fake Claire into Anthony’s house, pulling Anthony inside and closing the door as the old lady shuffled away. Anthony didn’t know what to think. Anwyn obviously knew that something was wrong but didn’t know if she suspected. He open his fake mouth to speak but could not think of any words to say.

“Well Anthony you’ve really done it this time. You are going to tell me all about how you’ve come to look like your neighbour and how Angela came to be, and you can do that over a cup of tea.”

So the game was up. Anwyn knew the truth, or at least part of it. He ushered her in the kitchen still feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. Perhaps the Master of Deception was fallible after all? The lies he had built up to serve his purposes – were they only really a self deception? He put the kettle on.

“Oh and you look really good as Claire. You would have fooled me if you hadn’t been in your own house and I hadn’t seen the real Claire get off the bus. Now you are going to tell me all about this and you are going to teach me about disguises as you offered as Angela the other day. Oh and you are now my boyfriend, so I’ll have no arguments from you.”

Anthony as the deer felt he was in the sights of the hunter’s gun. Surprisingly he did not feel like he minded getting shot, so he sat down and began to tell Anwyn all about the events of the past few months – or at least a slightly edited version. Anwyn had no need to know what really happened with her brother last night.

Just as he’d finished his tale and Anwyn had finished asking questions and checking out the authenticity of his disguise something hit him. If the old woman was going to hire a private detective the first thing he would do was to check the DVLA records and his bank records which would have Angela’s (his) address on it. He had to get that changed as soon as possible. If it stayed as it was then Angela’s mother would find him and he would be exposed as the fraud that he was to the world.

“I need to go change into Angela.” He told Anwyn.

“Look I haven’t finished with you yet, you can play your dress up games later” Anwyn still in assertive mode informed him.

“It’s not like that. If that Old Woman gets a detective on the case today then I’m lost and the police may get involved. Do you want to visit your boyfriend in jail?”

“OK do what you must” Anwyn replied, “but I expect my BOYFRIEND back here tonight to take me out on the town.”

Anthony went upstairs and changed into Angela and put some modest clothes on. He had no time to really make himself look pretty and that was not the essence of the task he needed to accomplish. He drove into town as Angela and headed straight to the post office where Angela took out a private mailbox. He then headed home and logged onto his computer to change Angela’s mailing address using online banking to that PO Box. Tomorrow morning first thing he’d change her driving license on the DVLA computer to the alternate address that Anwyn had suggested. It had been a tiring day, but when he’d finished on the computer Anwyn came and drummed her fingers beside him.

“Now Angela I told you to be a good girl and let me have my BOYFRIEND now else I will tell the world about you!
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Anthony saw he had no choice but to obey his new girlfriend’s wishes. Life certainly was going to get more interesting in the future now that the bubbles of his deceptions had been burst.

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The Maid of Honour

Anwyn spent most of her time at Anthony's house now. When she saw what Angela had done for that Rugby player she knew that she really loved him and that she would ride the rough with the smooth when it came to Anthony's hobby. Besides she'd had an exhilarating experience the first time she'd become a man and she'd made him promise that he would help her achieve the kind of results that Anthony had when he became Angela or Claire.

That day with the old woman at the door something had just snapped in her and she'd transformed from her normal shy state around men to taking complete charge of Anthony. Now that she found she could get away with ordering him about she did it all the time and it was Anthony who was the submissive one in the relationship. Not that he complained at all since she let him be Angela when it suited her or when she wanted a girlfriend to go shopping with in Swansea. She let him mask a bit in their sex games but so far to date she had kept it strictly man and woman with him being the man. Of course that didn't mean he was in charge, no that was most definitely her.

Anthony had told her he was working on keeping his promise but as yet he wouldn't let her see any of the results. Instead he had her watching videos of men walking and practicing to deepen her voice to sound more manly. She did her best to practice as he instructed but she really wanted to see what he was making. She threatened him with a sex strike, telling Mrs Clemence or Claire everything and even with telling Bernard about his hobby, but he knew she was bluffing and he refused to show her. All she could do was satisfy herself with her dominance elsewhere in the relationship and wait.

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Mark Entwhistle-Houghton liked to think of himself of a detective out of one of the great film noir movies. He was Humphrey Bogart on the trail of the Maltese Falcon or Mike Hammer on his latest case. Alas the reality of life was that his average case was somewhat different to his fantasy. Lost pets were a favourite, as were wives suspecting their husbands of cheating. Occasionally the local council would hire him to investigate a suspected benefit cheat. That was one of the highlights of his cases. He’d left the police force a few months ago to start his own agency after his new wife Theresa had nagged him to go and make something of himself. She was a real social climber and she wanted the best in life. He’d tried his hardest to give it to her, but reality was a very different matter. She’d insisted they take a double barrelled name as she felt that Entwhistle sounded so common. It hadn’t bothered Mark much so he’d complied, but it was going to be harder to make real money out of this business where all he got was scraps.

Mark swung around in his swivel chair at his desk and shot his pretend gun at the screen. The screen had a freeze frame image of the one case that he had that was genuinely interesting. The red haired woman in the freeze frame had a microphone stuck in her face by the local news reporter and the caption underneath said
"Local woman Angela Clemence saves Rugby Star." The problem was that the real Angela Clemence died four months ago and her aged mother had hired him to find this Angela Clemence. Normally he'd have dismissed the old woman as senile, but the evidence was there for all to see. Mrs Clemence had provided photos of her daughter before she died and there was indeed a remarkable similarity between Mrs Clemence's daughter Angela and the Angela who had saved Gavin Rodgers. Mrs Clemence had shown Mark the death certificate of her daughter, shown him her gravestone and the local newspaper snippet of her death in a car accident on the M4 Motorway.

It was a real puzzle as Angela Clemence seemingly did not exist, yet clearly she did. She had a driving license still active and a bank account, though the address leads from each lead him to a dead end. He'd even staked out the house that Angela had given as her address to the news reporters, though Mrs. Clemence was confused as to the exact address. The address the news reporter had confirmed to him had a young couple living in it, neither of whom looked anything like this Angela. She was dead, she did not exist, yet clearly she did. He had even gone to the DVLA to ask about her license but they had told him that unless he was a relative they could tell him nothing.

Mrs Clemence's patience was starting to wear thin however as he had no results to show for his efforts.

"Where are you my mysterious beauty?" Mark asked to the screen. He sighed and went back to the boring task of checking the bank statements he'd found of the bin of a suspected benefit cheat.

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Things had certainly been interesting for Anthony Danforth since he had acquired a girlfriend in a quite unusual manner. Indeed Anwyn continued to claim to him that she had acquired a boyfriend rather than the other way around. He'd had sex with Anwyn most nights and they had often sparked it up with masks and role-play.

However things had not been all good. There'd been a man lurking outside his house mainly at weekends. He assumed that this was the private detective that the old woman Mrs Clemence had hired, but it had made the time that he spent as Angela somewhat more interesting. He couldn't get ready as her in his own house for fear that the private detective discover him, so instead they took Angela and some of her clothes to Anwyn's room in her house. He had to get ready and ensure that Bernard did not see him, which had added a considerable risk to the whole procedure.

It had taken him several weeks but now at last he had finished the project that he had promised Anwyn that he would complete for her. The torso had been custom made for her out of latex and it had taken Anthony many hours to sculpt and airbrush all the features. He would have liked to have put chest hairs on it, but that would have added months to the whole process. The mask he'd based on another man from the dead pile at the DVLA. He'd sifted through them until he had found a young man called Alex who he felt was right for Anwyn.

He called Anwyn in to his lair telling her to shut her eyes and not take a peek. As usual she disobeyed him and sneaked a quick look.

"Right that's it you can't have it now" he exclaimed in mock outrage.

"Oh don't be a meanie and give it to me now" she replied.

" You'd better strip then unless you'd like me to do it for you."

"I can undress myself!" She shot back and promptly did so.

Anthony helped her get into the torso. The manly chest had hollowed out sections on the inside to fit her breasts into and padding around the midriff to equalise out her chest, abdomen and hip measurements. The lower part of the torso had a hole where her vagina was and a small tube that went inside the suit and attached on her urethra. He pulled it up snug on Anwyn then did up the rear zipper. Anthony the applied makeup to the seams to blend them in.

He then gave Anwyn the mask with the short haired brown wig attached. At the moment it looked pretty lifeless, but so did all his masks until they were worn. Anwyn put the mask on with Anthony's help and he once again spent time blending it in.

"Now for the piece that you're not going to believe" Anthony said with a smile on his face. He produced a latex penis with realistic looking hairy balls attached underneath. The penis had a small hole in the back that would allow the tube to be inserted and a long cylinder at the back.

"Yes you put the cylinder where you think you do and it should stay on. It should allow you to be a real man in the Gents and pee in the urinal. Now get those clothes on that I put on the bed for you and Alex can come to the pub with me again and this time you can try and win the who can pee highest in the urinal competition."

Anthony saw the look at glee on the face of the fake man opposite him and he waited patiently for Alex to get dressed.

"You'll have to give me a few minutes before we go. I have a need to go and test out my new equipment if I'm going to win tonight!"

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Gavin Rodgers had been through a hell of a lot during the month. He'd spent two weeks in hospital recovering from his heart attack and he'd been flooded with good wishes from fans , from the other Swansea players and from the rest of the Welsh squad. His wife, the model Charlotte Brunfeld had come to see him every day and the doctors and nurses had been so nice to him. Despite all these visitors the only person he wanted to see had not come through the door. The mysterious red-haired woman who had given him the kiss of life had saved his life and he really wanted to meet her to thank her in person. The doctors had told him that if it hadn't been for her prompt action he would be dead now.

Now back at home he found he had little to do on a daily basis. He could not train any more on doctors orders and he would now have to rethink his life. He had been offered a job as a pundit for the BBC's Rugby coverage and it was good money, he'd be a fool to turn it down. But he could not move on yet. He'd not been intimate with his wife since the heart attack. He'd told her that it was a precaution against another heart attack, but there were other factors at play that he hadn't told her. He pressed play on the DVD player again.

"I just did what any good Samaritan with some basic first aid knowledge would do" she said from the TV. She had an earthy voice that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Did you know that the man was Gavin Rodgers?" the reporter asked.

"Not at first" the red-head replied. "My training just kicked in. Besides it wouldn't matter who it was, I'd have done the same for anyone." Gavin freeze framed a close up on her face.

"Where are you my Angelic rescuer?" he said forlornly to the TV.

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Bernard sat in the pub waiting for Anthony nursing a pint. He had things on his mind that he wanted to talk to Anthony about. So when he spotted Anthony coming into the pub with another man his heart sank.

"Bernard, you remember Alex from a month or so back" Anthony clapped Bernard on the back.

"Oh yeah I remember. Hello again matey boy!" Bernard said cheerfully in response. He vaguely remembered this Alex person but he'd been a bit drunk by then. He vaguely remembered Alex being a builder but that's about all he could dredge up.

"New boy get's the first round in. Mine's a pint" Bernard downed the rest of his glass quickly and held it out for Alex to take up to the bar.

"Pint of best for me." Anthony said as he sat down opposite Bernard.

Bernard saw his only opportunity for a private chat with his mate was now so he decided to seize the moment.

"Ant, mate. I think I'm in love with Claire."

"Tell me what's new" Anthony replied to him.

"No, you don't understand. I really love her and I'm going to marry her." That got Anthony's attention.

"Have you asked her yet?"

"No, I need to get a ring before I ask her, but I don't know her size. You don't think you could find out do you?"

Anthony thought on it for a minute then replied to Bernard that he thought he could find a way.

"See the thing is the first time with Claire was just sheer magic and I knew that she was the one I wanted. Ever since then sex has been great, but that first night after the row, that was beyond anything that man has ever experienced before."

"Don't exaggerate man" Anthony responded. "I'll find out that ring size for you this weekend if you can leave her alone on Saturday."

Alex came back and deposited the drinks on the table one at a time and Bernard stopped that line of conversation. He briefly wondered why a builder used to carrying hods of bricks couldn't carry three pints, but that thought quickly faded as Anthony turned the conversation round to other matters of interest such as the recent downturn in form of the Welsh Rugby team now that they had lost their star scrum half.

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Things couldn't be going better for Claire. Bernard had taken her out to the Speedway and had apologised to her which she had accepted. They'd gone back to her house for coffee and made love all night. Sex with Bernard had been fantastic and their relationship had gone from strength to strength. She'd seen Bernard on every weekend since and had neglected Angela somewhat, which she felt a little guilty about. She'd have to make it up to her next week.

Her new job was also going fantastically well and on top of that she'd won the National Gardener of the Year competition. The BBC had approached her about going on Gardeners World as a guest presenter and she had tentatively accepted. Another thing that she had Angela to thank for. She really had to think of a way to thank that woman for all she had done for her.

She rolled over and stared at her boyfriend who'd staggered back from his weekly pub meet with Anthony. He snored gently in his sleep and Claire smiled to herself. His staying over at her house was becoming a more regular occurrence and it was something that she was really growing to like.

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Although she'd lost the urination contest during the course of the evening in the pub Anwyn had loved every minute of the time fooling everyone into thinking she was a man named Alex. It had been so different to the last time. No one starred at her and she had almost been invisible in the pub. She had been able to be someone without men staring at her breasts or her arse and the bar staff had served her straight away at the bar. Her man had done her proud and a wicked thought occurred to her. She turned to Anthony in the bed and nudged him awake.

"Are you awake." She whispered knowing full well she'd woke him up. "My friend Alex told me tonight before he left that he'd like to invite Angela out for a drink. Do you think you could ask her for me."

Anthony grunted back "Sure, now go back to sleep you terror we both have work tomorrow."

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Angela had arranged to meet Claire in town that Saturday for a little retail therapy. It was much safer that way ever since that private detective had been hanging around Anthony's house. The summer sun was out in its full glory and Angela had chosen to wear a low cut tee-shirt and tight shorts alongside a pair of heels. She knew that she looked hot, but that didn't stop her from stopping at Top Shop to check herself out in the window. It wasn't just her who was checking out her derriere as she noted a couple of middle aged men turning their heads to look at it as they walked past. She smiled to herself, smug that the wonderful disguise was still doing exactly what it was supposed to do.

Angela was literally kicking her heels as Claire was late, though this was not unusual and Angela was getting used to having to wait for the other woman. Not that she minded particularly as she loved being admired and getting checked out by the men and also a few women. It was Anthony's favourite part of being a woman. He loved the attention and being seen to be attractive. As a man he never felt the kind of attention he got when he was Angela. Even the danger of the nightclub had been a buzz in its own way.

"Sorry I'm late Ang. I broke a nail and had to sort it before I came out."

Angela turned to her friend and smiled.

"Don't worry dear, these things happen and a girl's gotta look her best at all times. Are you ready to shop girl? I'm looking for a new ring."

The two women headed to the nearest Jewellers and they began checking out and discussing rings. It was not long before an assistant came over to them and asked them if they wanted any help.

"Yes I'm looking for a new ring as my right hand is a little bare. Can you size me up?" Angela asked. The assistant duly got the chain with the multiple ring sizes on it and began fitting them one at a time to Angela's finger.

Eventually the assistant, Trevor, announced that she was a "R" in size.

"Wow looks like I've put on a little since the last time I was measured. Why don't you check your size in case you've changed?" It was an innocent question but one that Angela was really keen for Claire to go for.

"Oh no, I've always be a 'L' for years. I doubt I've changed. Besides its you who need to buy the ring" Claire responded. It wasn't exactly what Anthony wanted, a current check on the size would have been better, but at least she'd given him the information he needed.

"Can I have a look at that one? Yes, the one with the emerald stone. I think green is the perfect colour to go with my hair."

In the background of the shop the TV was on with the news on it.

"Breaking news, the mastermind behind the Northern Bank robbery has been caught by the Serious Organised Crime Agency. The man behind it whose identity SOCA has not released apparently managed to disguise himself as one of the bank employees, one Emma Williamson, and managed to fool the bank employees for several days. No further details have been released at this time by SOCA but it is understood that the perpetrator will be seeing a long sentence."

Angela briefly paused as she was examining the ring. There was someone else out there who could disguise themselves as a woman convincingly. They had been caught and would be punished. Was Anthony going to get found out and punished too? He had enjoyed himself so much over the past week that he'd almost dismissed the danger of the private detective. Now that worry had surfaced to the top again.

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The news bulletin was still playing on Anthony's mind later that evening when Alex took Angela out for their drink. Anthony had phoned Bernard earlier in the day to tell him the information he had discovered and Bernard had told him that if Claire accepted his proposal that he'd like Anthony to be his best man. Anthony who told him that assuming that Claire accepted that he would be delighted.

It was a strange experience being on the arm of Alex as they walked down the main strip into the nightclub district of Swansea. With her man as a shield Angela had the confidence to wear another short skirt, halter top and heels that had come from her earlier retail therapy with Claire. Her right hand now sported a slim emerald ring. Alex had told her that she looked a bit trampy so Angela had done what any woman faced with such an outrage had done and slapped "him" and told Alex to enjoy the view and keep his opinions to himself.

The teasing and play had gone on all night as they danced and drank the night away. Anthony was becoming more and more the prima donna and Alex was trying his best to act as the lecherous male. The evening ended as ever in the clubs of Swansea with the music slowing down and those couples that had formed during the evening began to slow dance. Alex and Angela, unused to their roles in the slow dance, were perhaps the worst couple on the dance floor. Angela unconsciously kept trying to lead and Alex didn't know how to lead properly. After a number of trodden on toes they settled into swaying gently with each other to the music.

After the first dance had ended and the second was beginning a six foot man with the stature of a Rugby player came up to them and pushed between the couple.

"I'd like to cut in here" he told them. "You need a real man, not a little squirt like that." Anthony was worried now since it was up to Alex to mark his territory here.

"The lady is with me" Alex tried to respond as forcefully as possible. Anthony was starting to get worried. If they started a fight and got arrested then they could both be found out and sent down for a long time.

"Well lookie here, the pipsqueak has squeaked" the big thug challenged Alex. Anthony knew he needed to do something before the thug goaded Anwyn into a fight that she'd never win. Anthony moved slightly closer to the thug and put her heel down onto the thug’s shoe. Anthony was counting on the fact that the thug would not hit a lady no matter what she did to him.

"I don't think you heard my fella correctly. I'm with him" Angela informed the thug who was more concentrating on the pain in his foot. Angela turned to the right and put her sexy hand on her sexy arse.

"And this is something that you are never going to get. Now sling your hook."

"You're a crazy motherfucking bitch! " The Rugby thug yelled out. "I'm outta here." He tried to retreat with all the dignity that he could but as he did a whole load of the other dancers burst out in applause.

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Anwyn and Anthony got back to the house after midnight and immediately headed upstairs. Anwyn was about to start to strip out of her realistic disguise so that could start to get intimate when Angela stopped her.

"I have something for you" she said breathlessly. She headed into Anthony's disguise room and came back to the bedroom shortly afterwards with a box. "This is a replacement" she told Anwyn. "You'll work out what to do with it. Go to the toilet and put it on."

Anwyn took the box and headed to the loo. She opened it as she got into the loo and found an erect penis in the same form as her flaccid one. This one however had no hole for her urethra tube but the balls were spongier. She gave it a playful squeeze and something white came out the front.

Interesting, she thought to herself. So for starters I'm really going to be the man. She took the flaccid penis insert from her vagina and replaced it with the erect penis insert. Then she headed back to the bedroom to find Angela just getting into a sexy negligee. Anwyn waited for "her" to pull it down and then moved it to kiss her and push her back into the bed. She was used to being the one on the bottom and letting the man be the initiator. It was weird that she had to start to feel up Angela's breasts and Angela started to initiate the kissing. For Anwyn kissing a woman was just too strange and although she kept character she found she wasn't enjoying this as she normally would. She felt up Angela's pussy and found it wet but she could not get the sexual thrill from doing it. Then she decided to go straight in for the main event and use her new tool. The fake penis went in but she couldn't really feel it in there, though she did feel the pressure of the insert on her own vagina. She tried pumping in and out her lover and massaged Angela's breasts. She seemed to be getting more out of this that Anwyn as she moaned with pleasure. The pressure on Anwyn's vagina from the insert was having some effect, but nothing like the real thing. Out of frustration she felt up the fake balls and squirted the payload into her lover.

"You came too soon" Anthony complained as Angela.

"Welcome to the world of a woman" Anwyn replied in her own voice. "Now let's get out of these disguises and do it properly. The thought was there with this" Anwyn pointed at her fake dick "but it really isn't doing it for me."

Anwyn could see that Anthony was disappointed but she'd had such a great time tonight that she wanted to end the night with a bang. Angela got up and started posing and checking herself out in the mirror.

"Aren't I sexy enough for you?" Angela pouted.

"Angela, give me back my boyfriend NOW!" Anwyn demanded. Anthony stuck his tongue out in response.

"I can't be your boyfriend since Anthony is not gay and you are a man."

"Fine I'll go change, but I'd better find Anthony when I come back in here to screw his brains out."

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Claire was on cloud nine. Bernard had asked her to marry him and she'd taken all of 2 seconds to say yes . She didn't want to lose him and had suggested that they marry within a few months. They'd need time to arrange everything of course so they'd agreed on a date three months hence for the wedding. Claire had already started planning all the details in her mind and began working out who she wanted as bridesmaids. Then it hit her. The woman who had got Bernard and her together, had sorted her a new job out, helped her to become Gardener of the Year would make the perfect maid of honour.

Claire picked up her mobile and dialled Angela's mobile number. She'd persuaded Angela to get a mobile when they were in town last as it was often hard to contact her. The number rang for a bit and went straight to answer-phone. It was not an ideal way to ask but Claire decided to leave a message.

"Hi Ange dear, it's me Claire. Bernie's just asked me to marry him and I've said yes. Now I was thinking like, that I'd like you to be my Maid of Honour. I mean you got us together and we owe it all to you so please say yes. It'll mean so much to me for the start of my new life."

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There were times when he could answer a mobile and times when he couldn't. When he was in the middle of work he could hardly answer Angela's mobile as Angela. Answering Angela's phone as Anthony would have been impossible so he just let it ring. When he went to the toilet a short while later he listened to the message.

His first thought was what a sweet thought of Claire to think of Angela, then he realised that he had already said that he'd be Bernard's best man. But he couldn't let Claire down either. As long as the stag do and the Hen night party were on different nights he could cope with that, but how could they both be at the Wedding at the same time?

Anthony decided that Angela would call Claire back and accept tonight.

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Mark had made no progress with finding the mysterious Angela and then last week he found out that Mrs Clemence had suffered a stroke and after a few days stay in hospital she had been taken to a care home. All her money was diverted to the cost of her care in the home and when Mark had gone to see her he had found that she her speak was slurred at best and was very hard to make out. The nurse in the home had kindly told him that the state had taken on her estate now to pay for her care as she had no living relatives left. Mark decided to give it up as a bad job, getting money from the state to pay for his time and expenses could take years and he wasn’t even guaranteed to get anything at the end of it.

The case had become more to Mark than money it was a matter of professional pride now, though the money was important to him as well, what with Theresa constantly on his back. It was a mystery of epic proportions. Sherlock Holmes, Miss Marple and Poirot had all faced such impossible mysteries and won. Mark saw himself in the same category and was determined not to be defeated this time even if there was no money involved.

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Claire had only been to London as a tourist before, but today she had headed instead to Television centre for a screen test. It was some television thing to ensure that potential talent could be at ease on the screen and as a potential guest presenter she would have to go through this process.

She sat in a waiting room with 5 others, all needing to do a screen test for one reason or another. She was sure that she knew the man sat next to her and then it came to her. It was Gavin Rodgers the Rugby player who nearly died in the Mumbles a few months ago.

"Oh, hi you’re Gavin Rodgers aren’t you? I'm Claire Hughes, so nice to meet you."

Gavin turned politely to Claire and replied.

"Yes that's me."

"Oh are you alright now? I mean a heart attack is a serious thing."

"I think I'm going to be even more famous than for nearly dying than playing top class Rugby these days. Yes I'm fine now thanks to the mysterious woman who saved me."

"You don't know her then?" Claire was shocked that the woman who saved him was a still a mystery.

"No, this Angela Clemence has seemingly disappeared from the face of the Earth. " Gavin said somewhat discontulantly.

"Oh my God! Angela Clemence? She's my maid of honour at my wedding" Claire couldn't believe it.

"Really? I've been trying to meet her to thank her for months now. What a small world!" Gavin seemed excited at the news.

"I tell you what why don't you come along to my wedding and you can see her there and thank her then." Claire offered. "Besides all my girlfriends will be so jealous I have a celebrity coming to my wedding." Claire's mind was already hard at work fixing Angela up with this hunky Rugby player that she'd saved.

"I'd love too." Gavin replied. "Let me write down my address for you to send the invitation. I don't suppose you have her number so I can talk to her before then?"

“Sure, she’s just got a mobile so I’ll give you her number.”

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Anwyn was in a foul mood. Things at work were not going well. She’d been assigned to a new manager as PA two weeks ago, one Wesley Caplin who headed up the loss investigation unit of the Northern Bank. In theory it was a promotion, but in fact he treated Anwyn as his personal slave to do all the nasty little chores that he didn’t want to do. Anwyn had liked her old boss, the kindly old Mr Slocombe, but she couldn’t really turn down the move as it had a pay rise attached. Mr Caplin was supposed to be dealing with the mess that resulted from the robbery some weeks back, though he seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time in secret meetings and would not tell Anwyn where he was so she couldn’t keep his diary straight. What’s more he had an annoying habit of slapping her on the behind and had made her stay late tonight to book the theatre for his wife.

To cap all this work aggravation, she’d got home to find that “Angela” had been borrowing her makeup and left it half opened on her dressing table. Her favourite top she’d noted also was slung on the bed and had been stretched what with Angela’s breasts being somewhat larger than her own.

“Angela, what have I told you about messing with my stuff!” Anwyn yelled out. Sometimes it was hard not to separate Anthony and Angela as he behaved very differently when he was in disguise she’d noted. There was no reply so she tried again.

“Angela, get you fat bum here this instant. I want a word with you!” Again she was met with silence, so she headed upstairs to find her boyfriend. She entered the spare room, containing all the disguises and clothes but that too was empty. Angela’s mask was missing from the wig stand as were the body prosthetics. Then it hit her.

“Angela” had her first appointment tonight with the dressmaker for her bridesmaids outfit along with the other two bridesmaids. Anthony had told her that Claire had felt it was a great opportunity for the three of them to bond together before the wedding.

She threw her bag against the wall in temper. She loved Anthony and she liked the thrill of disguise, but when Anthony was Angela he was starting to become her more and more. And Angela was turning into a real prima-donna who loved all the attention she could get. It was dangerous for him, especially with the private detective snooping around and dangerous for their relationship. He’d taken a big risk leaving the house as Angela tonight. What would it take for this whole thing to come collapsing down around their ears? She resolved that she would have words with him later. Besides he was yet to explain to her how exactly he could be both best man and the maid of honour at Claire’s wedding.

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The dressmaker who was a friend of Claire’s lived in a nice part of Upper Killay and Angela adjusted the hem of her skirt and checked her stockings were straight before she nervously knocked on the door. A woman in her thirties with a short brown bob answered the door.

“Ah, you must be Angela. The others are already here. I’m Caitlin Jones, do come in.”

Angela said her thanks and followed Caitlin into the living room where she found two other women, one who she knew and the other whom she’d never met before. The woman she knew Theresa Entwhistle-Houghton she’d met many months back in Swansea whilst dressed as Claire. Claire had attended Theresa’s wedding to Mark soon after and they’d been friends since school, though Theresa’s contact with Claire had noticeably dropped off after the whole drink-driving scandal. Now that Claire was a semi-celebrity going to be on TV, Theresa had been cultivating the relationship again. Anthony was not keen on such a fair-weather friend but it wasn’t his (or Angela’s) place to comment.

The other woman was much younger, around 17 years of age with long blond hair and was stood on a small podium nearly naked except her underwear and some heels and was holding a tape measure up to her bust. This was Claire’s niece Bethany who was still at school taking her ’A’ levels. Bethany smiled as Angela came in.
“I would offer you a cup of tea Angela, but I’m just in the middle of measuring Bethany” Mrs Jones told her. “If you can wait a bit I’ll stick the kettle on after I’ve finished and we can have a cup before I take Theresa and your measurements.” Caitlin checked the tape around Bethany’s bust then took it and began measuring the other dimensions of her body.

“You’re Angela then,” Theresa started bluntly, “Claire’s new ‘friend’. I’m Theresa and I’ve known Claire since we were 11 at school together.” Something in her tone said to Anthony that she thought she had priority on friendship with Claire and that Angela was an interloper.

“Yes, nice to meet you.” Angela kept her cool, she didn’t want to make an enemy of Theresa if she could help it.
“So how long have you been a woman then?” Theresa asked pointedly. It was very direct and showed that Claire had told her that Angela was a Transsexual. Anthony decided he’d have to improvise, though he was irritated at the other woman for bringing it up.

“I transitioned three years ago” Angela replied evenly. She spotted Bethany’s eyebrows shoot up. Clearly Claire hadn’t told her and she was getting annoyed with Theresa.

“So do you miss your male appendage?” This was getting quite personal.

“Er, no that’s why I had it removed” Angela tried hard not to sound irritated.

“Oh well that’s good then, we’re all girls together now. I suppose that a girl like you has trouble joining sports clubs. I’d have to check at the tennis club what the rules are on changing rooms for your type of ‘girl’.” Theresa really was starting to be down-right insulting. Angela wondered just what had gotten her so riled, and then he figured it out. She wanted, no expected to be the maid of honour at Claire’s wedding. The fact that some interloper had come along and usurped her made brought out the poison.

“I suspect the rules allow all women to use the women’s changing rooms.” Angela tried to keep her voice even. She hadn’t come to pick a fight. “I am legally female now.”

“Well I’ve finished up with Bethany. You’re up next Theresa, but first I’ll make the tea. Who would like a cup?” Caitlin interjected to steer the conversation on to a new topic. Both Bethany and Angela indicated they’d like tea, but Theresa had to be different.

“Do you have a Cappuccino with skinny latte? I never drink tea at home anymore.” Angela decided that being with Theresa was like being in the third circle of hell and imagined instead her being down there, being tormented by the devil.

“I’ll see what I can do.” She replied and headed into the kitchen. Bethany got down from the plinth and began to slip back into her jeans and T-shirt.

“I’m glad it’s the summer, stripping in the winter even with heating on might not be fun.” Bethany attempted to restart the conversation whilst Theresa took off her dress ready for her measurements.

“Yes I feel the cold too.” Angela lied in response. The prosthetics and mask actually kept him nice and warm, perhaps too hot on very warm days. “So have you thought what you want to do when you leave school?”

“Well I plan to go to University, that is, if I get the grades I need next year.” Caitlin came back with the tea s and Theresa’s cappuccino. The conversation continued in a more relaxed way whilst she started to measure up Theresa.

Then finally it came to Angela’s turn to strip out of her skirt and top ready to be measured.

“Is that skirt from Top Shop?” Theresa commented looking at the obvious label that could be clearly seen in the lining. “I didn’t know they did a range for the older woman.” Anthony as Angela took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm as he stood on the plinth and Caitlin measure her.

“You’re only as young as you feel. I think it goes quite nicely.” Angela said with great restraint.

“Well if you think so” Theresa replied doubtfully “but I think it would suit young Bethany more.”

Anthony made a mental note to himself that the Lord of Petty Revenges would have a customer once this Wedding was over.

Caitlin finished up and told them that she’d get them all back individually for a second fitting with the actual dress much to Angela’s relief. Now she’d only need to get through the Hen Party and the Wedding itself which reduced the chances of her throttling Theresa by a large margin. Angela got dressed again and looked over Caitlin’s shoulder at the measurements. She took a secret delight in the fact that she’d got a bigger bust that Theresa. It was a small victory, but the only one she was going to get at the moment.

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Anwyn had the television on downstairs when Angela came back through the door. The news was on and it was once again dominated by the capture of the man who had somehow robbed the Northern Bank disguised as a woman and fooled all the Bank employees that she was one of them. Anwyn prayed that Anthony never got any ideas like that and kept his hobby strictly a private affair.

“Hi honey” Angela called out.

“I want a word with you missy.” Anwyn shouted back. “And don’t think you can head upstairs to escape me. NOW ANGELA!” Anwyn heard Angela’s clicked approach on the wooden floor in the hallway.

“What’s wrong honey?” Anthony said in his own voice still dressed as Angela.

“You’ve been at my make-up again and you’ve ruined my best top. Why can’t you keep to your own things?”

“Sorry I was in a bit of a rush. I had to get home from work and get ready as Angela real quick to get to the dressmakers. You don’t want to know what kind of crappy evening I’ve had.”

“The rules are simple Angela. I let you exist and you steer clear of my things. We go shopping together to ensure you have the clothes you need. My clothes and stuff is not an extension of yours. Now go change. I want my boyfriend back Angela as I need to talk to him about this wedding.”

Anwyn waited downstairs in front of the TV whilst Anthony went to change out of his disguise. She felt much better after her little rant, but there was more she needed to talk about. Eventually Anthony came back round the door and sat nervously on the other armchair.

“So what did you want to talk about then?” He asked.

“You still haven’t told me exactly how you’re going to be the best man for Bernard at this wedding and the maid of honour for Claire?” Anwyn demanded.

“Well the stag do and the hen party are easy. They’re on consecutive nights, so I can do the stag do on Friday and the Hen Party on Saturday.”

“And the wedding itself? I’d love to know how you are going to stand to the right of Bernard as he best man and to the left of Claire as maid of honour at the same time. That would be a neat trick.”

“Well that’s easy Anwyn” Anthony replied licking his lips. “I’ll go as Angela and you will be me.”

“What?” Anwyn exclaimed.

“Yeah I’ve been working on the new mask for you for the past week and it’s nearly finished. Wanna have a look?”
Anwyn was shocked, outraged and intrigued all at the same time.

“Show me” she replied simply. With that she followed him upstairs and he fished a box out of the dressing table draw. Inside the box was a mask that looked very much like Anthony’s own face.

“I just need to get you some coloured contact lenses so that you will have my eyes and it’ll be there.” Anwyn was intrigued. She’d been Alex now a few times in the pub and was starting to get a handle on it, but impersonating her boyfriend was an entirely different matter. Alex’s thin ready voice would not work and she didn’t think that she could pull of Anthony’s voice.

“That isn’t going to work. There’s no way I can impersonate your voice.”

“Oh contraire, Anwyn fit the mask and start talking quietly in your normal voice. I want to see if this works.”

Still sceptical, Anwyn did as she was instructed. It felt strange looking in the mirror and seeing her boyfriend’s face.

“This is really not going .... O shit, how’d you do that?” Anwyn was shocked as she was speaking with Anthony’s voice.

“There’s a voice changer module in the neck of the mask. It changes the vibrations of the vocal cords to distort the output. You have to be careful not to talk close to someone’s ear as they’ll hear your whisper, but it amplifies the whisper and changes it to produce my voice. It’s based on the voice changing software that you can buy, but it took me a long time to get right.”

“That’s friggin amazing. But there is one obvious question that you still haven’t answered. Why don’t you go as yourself and let me go as Angela?”

“What would be the fun in that?” was all the reply that Anwyn got from him.

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It was later that evening when Angela’s mobile phone rang. Anthony dressed in his T-shirt and slacks answered in Angela’s voice. He was not expecting Claire to call.

“Hello Angela here.”

“Angela. It’s so good to finally hear your voice.” It was not Claire. It was a male voice on the line. Had that detective finally tracked him down? The thought scared him.

“Who is this?” Angela asked.

“It’s Gavin. Gavin Rodgers. You saved my life and I’ve never really had a chance to thank you. I was wondering if we could meet up and let me buy you dinner?”

“That’s very kind of you, but my boyfriend might get jealous.” The last thing Anthony wanted was another date with a man. Particularly since the last time he’d been on a dinner date he’d ended up being screwed.

“That’s alright I’m married too Angela. Here’s a thought how about you bring your boyfriend and I’ll bring my wife. That way neither of us can get into trouble and I can still thank you. My treat!”

“Well if you put it that way I accept. Let me know what day you were thinking and what restaurant you’ve booked.” In response Gavin suggested the best restaurant in the Grand Hotel in Swansea on Saturday night. Angela was quick to agree before ending the call.

“Anwyn dear.” He called out. “I think I have the perfect test for your new disguise.”

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Angela had insisted upon buying a new outfit for the dinner that Saturday and had been forced to agree to get a new casual suit for “Anthony”. So it was that Anwyn disguised as Anthony lead “her” into the restaurant and after being given a nudge by his girlfriend asked the waiter for the table booked by Gavin Rodgers. The waiter obliged by showing them to a table where Mr Rodgers and his wife were already seated.

Anwyn noticed immediately that Gavin’s wife Charlotte Brunfeld was a stunner. Her whole sense of style made Angela look like a tramp. Anwyn was not surprised as she’d seen pictures of Charlotte in magazines plenty of times, but she was just as stunning in person. Gavin, a big smile on his face, introduced himself and then introduced his wife to the couple.

“Gavin has been so looking forward to the meeting of his saviour ever since the hospital. I think you hav made his day Angela.” Charlotte beamed. She spoke excellent English, but she still had a slight Germanic accent that belied her true nationality.

“Sit down the pair of you.” Gavin gestured “What’ll you have to drink?”

Anwyn ordered a pint of larger whilst Angela insisted she was fine with a diet coke. One of the conditions that she’d imposed on this test was that Angela had to drive and could not get drunk in any way. That left Anwyn free to drink what she liked.

They chatted away merrily through the starter and the main course, Gavin concentrating his questions on Angela, but politely asking a few to Anthony. Anwyn knew enough about Anthony to be able to answer them easily, and was secretly amused at some of the answers that Angela was supplying about her fictional life. The Rodgers were good company and Anwyn started to relax in her role as Anthony, particularly as she wasn’t being called on to tax herself much.

Once they finished the dinner Anwyn felt the need to pee. She concentrated on trying to strut over to the loos as a man and on getting the correct door. Once inside she headed for the urinals and decided to put her new toy into action. It was so much easier to pee standing up without having to pull all your underwear down. Anwyn aimed her fake penis at the porcelain and began practicing her aim as another man moved to the urinal next to her.

“Nice Jacket” she commented absently. The man looked at her as though she had committed an act so unspeakable that she should be excommunicated from polite society. The man just coughed loudly before getting on with his business. Anwyn finished up and headed to the basins to start to wash her hands. These toilets were much nicer than the Gents in the King’s Arms. Generally in her limited experience the Gents were a tip compared to the ladies loos, but here in a posh restaurant she guessed there wasn’t much between them. She came back to find both Angela and Charlotte heading off to the loo. She suspected that Charlotte wanted a private girly chat and hoped that Anthony wouldn’t be too shocked.

“You’re a lucky man Anthony to have such a wonderful woman as that.” Gavin commented as she sat back down. She bit back her first thoughts about an answer; she really didn’t want to give anything away to this very nice man.
“Yes I am. Angela is a wonderful and caring person.” Anwyn realised that was true. It was what she’d seen in Anthony/Angela that day in Mumbles and several times since then. It was just some of the rest of Angela she was having trouble dealing with.

“Listen, I really don’t know how to thank Angela enough, but I’ll do what I can. Say do you like Rugby?”

“Yes I do.” Anwyn replied. She knew that Anthony did and whilst she wasn’t a big fan herself you couldn’t go far without being exposed to it in Wales.

“Great. I’ll get you tickets to next year’s Six-Nations games in Cardiff. Angela can come too if she likes to watch Rugby.”

“Oh yes. Angela is a big Rugby fan.”

“Great. If there is anything else that I can do for the pair of you just ask. Angela has my number now. “And I’ll see you both at Claire Hughes wedding too.”

“Fantastic!” The fake Anthony replied. That was another person that would be in the audience for her command performance. She still hadn’t completely forgiven Anthony for sticking her with doing the best man’s speech whilst he got to go to both the Stag and Hen nights.

The meal had been a resounding success and the new disguise and voice changer had passed its first real test with flying colours. Angela started the car and started to drive home.

“So do you want to be a woman full time then?” It had been worrying Anwyn for ages. Anthony had been finding more and more excuses to be Angela recently. The whole best man / maid of honour business had brought that to a head in Anwyn’s mind.

“No, definitely not. I wouldn’t want periods for a start, but it’s more than that. I enjoy being able to relax and be someone else, be admired and thought of as sexy, but that is just an escape for me. If I were like that all of the time it would no longer be an escape and the edge would start to come off it. You get a thrill from being Alex, I can tell because it’s something new and somehow thumbing your nose to society’s norms. But to do that all the time would become a drudge. You do understand?”

Anwyn thought she saw what he was getting at and decided to change the subject.

“So what did Charlotte want in the ladies then?” She enquired innocently.

“She wanted to know,” Angela replied somewhat embarrassedly, “whether I knew how long it might take for Gavin to completely get his sex drive back after his heart attack.”

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Claire had heard some of the highlights from Bernard about the Stag party the night before and from the report it sounded like it had all been a pretty tame affair. She however wanted to know the real details and decided to try and pump Angela for any information she might have been able to extract from her friend Anthony during the course of the Hen night.

The ladies had all arrived about half an hour ago and as was the tradition an ‘L’ plate had be duly put on her back together with a pair of devil’s horns on her head to match her red outfit. The other ladies were all in white and had angels wings and halos to complete the ensemble. With ten minutes until the stretch limo was due to turn up Claire was getting worried what had happened to Angela.

“I can always fill in for him. I mean her” Theresa offered.

“I’m sure she’ll be here shortly.” Claire hadn’t figured just how much Theresa’s nose had been put out of joint when she’d decided to make Angela the maid of honour.

She heard a knock on the back door and found Angela in a white dress, a halo and wings keeping a low profile.

“I was beginning to think you’d forgotten” Claire told the figure in white.

“No chance chuck. I’d not miss this for the world. Just a slight fitting problem that’s all. When the limo gets here let’s head straight off.”

Claire did not get a chance to really talk with Angela in the limo. There were so many other girls chatting away to her that she never had the opportunity. So when they hit the wine bar she bided her time, opening all the gifts from the ladies until she had an opportunity. Her gifts included a new Rabbit and Theresa asked Angela if she knew what to do with it. Claire determined that she would have to put a stop to her picking on Angela. When she wanted to be spiteful there was none better than Theresa.

When Angela headed to the ladies Claire got up and followed her. It was probably the only opportunity during the night that she’d have to talk privately with her friend.

“I’m sorry about Theresa. I’ll get her to stop.” Claire began as they entered the toilet.

“It grates a bit but I can handle it” Angela replied.

“I’m sorry; I should never have told her. I didn’t realise that she would take not being the maid of honour quite so badly.”

Claire looked at her friend and then realised that she was hopping on her heels and needed to go more urgently than her. She motioned for her to go to the stall and took the one next to it.

“Did you find out anything from Anthony about what actually happened at the Stag do?” She asked. For a minute all she could hear was the sounds of urination in the next stall before Claire got an answer.

“Well it depends on what you have heard. I didn’t hear of anything outrageous, but there was a strip-o-gram there apparently. Loads of drinking until people were sick too. Anthony was not a well man this morning.” Claire was somewhat relieved. She’d heard some wild stories about Stag parties and though she didn’t really approve of strip-o-grams it was a minor thing.

“I hope Anthony recovers. Bernard was a bit groggy this morning too though I was relieved he was not naked and tied to a lamp post in Llandudno. You do hear some stories. How’d the final dress fitting go? Is it all OK?” She heard a flush and the next door stall opening.

“Very well, though Caitlin will have to take the waist in a touch as I’ve lost a bit of weight. I should have come to see you try your wedding dress on. Sorry but I had something else on. Still I’ll be there to help you on the day.” Claire exiting the stall and watched as Angela primped and touched up her makeup in the mirror. She was becoming so much more natural for someone not born to it.

“I will sort Theresa out don’t you worry. You’ll have no more snide comments from her tonight.”

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Anthony didn’t know what Claire had said to Theresa but whatever it was it had stopped any direct bitchiness. He’d been fine chatting with the other women in the Wine bar, but now they had moved on to the next venue on their whistle-stop tour. The Whole Monty was an act that had started off the back of the film and been touring nationwide. They had been lucky to get tickets. Anthony wasn’t sure that lucky was the right word, but Angela certainly should be appreciating it. Angela dutifully clapped along as the men on stage began to remove their clothing and she even threw in a whistle of appreciation to make sure that everyone else knew that she was enjoying it.

The problem was that she wasn't really enjoying it. For starters Anthony was still recovering from all the beer he'd had the previous night and the white wine he'd been drinking earlier hadn't mixed well in his stomach. Quite frankly he was not doing at all well. This was in part due to the drink but also due to the tight waist clincher that he had underneath his bodysuit to give Angela her shape. Sometimes you had to suffer a bit for true femminity, but Anthony considered that perhaps on the face of it that this was a little too much. The company of the other ladies had for the most part been great, Theresa excepted, but he wasn't in the mood for it as he felt he should be. Finally having to watch men strip was not his idea of good entertainment. Angela should be loving it though so he had to force himself to try and seem to be enjoying it which made the whole thing considerably less enjoyable.

It got worse when the Hen-party was 'specially' invited back-stage to meet the group after their performance. Anthony had not been feeling good and had been apart from the others watching as various groups were lead off and arrived back after 10 minutes later. The groups of various friends and other Hen-parties had each it seemed had been specially invited to meet the group. So when Angela trouped after the others back-stage she felt really 'special'.

The ladies were invited to pick out one of the group, touch their oiled chests and put a £5 note down the skimpy pants they were wearing. Eventually it came to Angela's turn to pick her choice of hunks. Anthony really didn't care for the whole thing, but as Angela he picked the young lad who no one else had picked. Angela obediently felt up the man's chest and opened the man's pants to get it over with when the whole wine and beer constricted in his stomach took the opportunity to make a desperate bid for freedom. Angela tried her 'best' not to decorate the lad with her sick but somehow failed in that endeavour.

"I'm so sorry" she said quickly and then turned headed for a bin in the corner and continued to throw up. When she finished Angela opened her purse and gave the escort who had brought them into the room a £20 to apologise to the performer and then headed to the ladies to clean up. Though he'd not done it deliberately it had been the best part of the night for Anthony.

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Mark had not really wanted to go to the wedding but it was an old friend of his wife's from school who was getting married and she'd insisted. He vaguely remembered this Claire from his own wedding to Theresa but there had been so many people he'd been introduced to that it was hard to put a face to them all. Still there'd be free food there and perhaps some dancing afterwards so he would put up with it.

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Angela had got up early to get to the hotel where the wedding and reception were happening later in the day. She had to be there early to get into her bridesmaid's dress and then help Claire get dressed in her wedding dress. Angela had declined the offer of letting the hairdresser do her hair as well as Claire's since the hairdresser would spot that she was actually wearing a wig. As a result she'd had to get up at 6 a.m. to bath and style the wig adding the various grips in to keep it in the right style. Anthony was thankful that Anwyn had helped him as he would never got it right without her. Anwyn didn't need to get ready yet as the frock coat, waistcoat and bow tie would not take her long to get on.

Angela entered the inner sanctum of Claire's wedding to find the hairdresser just finishing applying the curlers and putting her under the hair dryer. Claire's mum was fussing around and turned to greet her maid of honour warmly. Whilst Claire was under the hairdryer, Angela started to get on the underskirt of her bridesmaids dress. Claire's mum then helped her get into the pale green dress and zipped her up at the back. Angela then spent a few minutes admiring herself in the mirror. She'd never had a dress made specifically for her before and she wanted to savour every moment of it. Claire's mum then kindly offered to do Angela's nails and by the time they were dry Claire was out of the hair dryer.

They had to get Claire in and out of her wedding dress three times during the morning whilst getting ready. The dress was not designed for a lady to use the loo and in that Angela was thankful. Although her bridesmaid's dress was awkward in the loo it was manageable. It was not something that Anthony had thought about before.

Eventually they were ready for the service and they waited in the wings for the wedding march to start. As maid of honour Angela got to hold the train and Bethany and Theresa held the flowers next to her.
The music started and the entered the large hall.

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Mark had been trying to look at the football score for the early Saturday game on his phone when the wedding march started. He was on his own in brides side seats as Theresa was a bridesmaid, but he felt it his duty to watch the whole thing. Theresa would notice if he was playing on his phone all through the ceremony. He looked up to the bridal party and got the shock of his life. The woman he'd been searching for all this time was walking behind the bride holding her wedding train. At last he'd found Angela Clemence!

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Anwyn stood to the right of Bernard at the front of the hall waiting for the bride to arrive. She was nervous. Bernard had not noticed the difference in Anthony so far but that was probably as he'd had 3 pints and a whiskey chaser whilst he waited. He was not the sharpest knife in the box normally but with a bit of beer in him for courage he was much less observant. She wasn't nervous about that. She was nervous because she'd have to make a speech in public, something that shy nervous Anwyn would never have done.

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Claire was on top of the world. Bernard was here as were all her friends. Angela and the other bridesmaids looked lovely in their new dresses, and even Gavin Rodgers and his wife had made it to the ceremony. When the register asked her to repeat the words she did so with confidence and Bernard managed to do the same without any slurring, though he'd clearly had a few. It was all complete when the register pronounced them man and wife. Claire let Bernard lead her to the book to make it official and Angela and Anthony came to sign as witnesses.

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Mark couldn't do anything throughout the photographs as the photographer was monopolising the time of all the key participants in the wedding. Then he had to wait again whilst the bride threw her bouquet to the assembled single women. He noted with interest that the person calling herself Angela Clemence caught the bouquet. It was only then once the rice had been thrown that he had an opportunity to go up to Angela and confront her.

"You are a fake" Mark informed her.

"I don't know what you mean" the woman replied.

"The real Angela Clemence died six months ago in an accident. You might look like her and sound like her, but you are not her."

"I don't know what you mean. I changed my name by deed poll three years ago to Angela. I used to be a man." That floored him for a second, but he had his target in his sights now.

"Poor Mrs Ruth Clemence got the shock of her life when she saw her dead daughter on Television. I think that might be why she had a stroke last month. She couldn't take the shock of seeing her dead daughter again. Now she's in Sunnysides Home living in misery."

"Look I don't know why you think I look like this other Angela but I was Andrew and now I'm Angela. It's not my fault if I look like someone else."

At that point of the discussion Gavin Rodgers stepped up between his target and Mark. Mark instantly recognised the former Welsh scrum half.

"Look stop bothering Angela" he threatened. "I don't care if she used to be a man or anything else. All I know is that she has a great heart and she saved my life."

"But you have to know that she is a fraud." Mark continued.

"She is as real as you and me and I'm warning you if you don't stop bothering her I'll have to take action." Mark didn't get the hint.

"I have evidence. You don't understand the pain she's caused Mrs Clemence. She's a fraud." With that statement Mark pushed Angela and unable to balance on her heels she fell.

Mark did not see the punch come and indeed remembered nothing more of the wedding that day.

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Everyone went to help Angela up and comfort her except Theresa who went to see to her floored husband. They were all so nice to her and she was given a stiff drink to help her with the shock. After all those months hiding from the private detective it was all the rotten luck that he was invited to the wedding.
No one seemed to take the detective that seriously and Anthony thought that for now it all seemed to be smoothed over. He knew however that it wasn't over as that detective now knew how to find him. However that would be a problem for another day. Today at least he could concentrate on ensuring Claire and Bernard had a good day and a happy future.

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It had been the sort of thing that Anwyn had been fretting over for months but thankfully the outburst had not been taken that seriously by the guests determined to enjoy the wedding. With the meal now over though Anwyn had to deal with one more thing that she'd been fretting over. The best man's speech. Anthony had written the speech for her, as he knew his mate well, but she would have to read it. Not read it, but give the speech. There was a real difference she knew.

"Today we've come to celebrate the wedding of my best friend. Oh and Bernard's wedding too." She'd mis-worded and mistimed the first joke badly but it still got a titter. Anwyn started to believe that maybe she could pull this off.

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The happy couple had started with the first dance, but after that the maid of honour and the best man joined them. Anthony noticed that Anwyn dressed as him was leading him properly around the dance floor. This time there was no stepping on feet or tripping. Angela had been getting tips from Claire but Anthony wondered to himself where Anwyn had got her help from.

"You had to go and catch that bouquet didn't you" Anwyn whispered in his ear in her own voice and Anthony's echoed over it.

"I'm a single woman so I don't see why not."

"Well you're not a woman and we can soon change the other fact" Anwyn replied to him.

"Are you proposing to me?" Anthony asked her.

"Angela Clemence / Anthony Danforth whoever you are on any given day. Will you consent to marry me?"

Anthony almost missed his footing.

"It's not a leap year. Convention says you're not allowed to ask me." Anthony told her.

"I think I'm wearing the trousers and you are wearing the dress. I am the man here and I am allowed to ask you." Anwyn countered.

"Ok you got me there. What's a girl to do but says yes. But you owe me an engagement ring."

"Fine you can have a ring, but I'm wearing the dress at my own wedding!" Anwyn told him firmly.

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Making the speech had really emboldened Anwyn. She didn't know that she was going to ask Anthony until a few seconds before she did it. The bedroom was a mess still, the result of the frenzied love making during the night. They had discarded their disguises and made love as true man and woman with a passion and intensity usually restricted to Mills and Boon novels.

Anthony had told her that he had one good deed that he had to perform today, but that he'd be back soon. She'd rolled over sleepily and told him to do what he must but he better be ready for more when he got back. Anwyn had got up an hour later and was not surprised to see that Angela had gone with him. The Anthony disguise and clothes were still distributed round the room together with Angela's maid of honour dress, shoes and undergarments.

Anwyn decided to tidy up whilst Anthony was out and so she picked up the Anthony disguise and mask and took them into the disguise room. The room was getting quite full and Anwyn figured that she wouldn't need the Anthony disguise much in the future, so she decided to put it away in the pretty inaccessible cupboard at the top. She moved the stool from the vanity into position and climbed on top to open up the cupboard. She dropped the Anthony disguise in shock at what she saw. In the cupboard was a wig stand with a mask and behind it a third bodysuit that she did not know that Anthony had purchased. The face starring back and her she knew only too well. It was her own face.

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Mark wasn't actually in the dog house but the bed in the spare room was the next best thing. His head was aching and he was sure that he'd have a black eye tomorrow. Theresa had brought him home but had made it clear that she considered his behaviour unacceptable as he'd embarrassed her in front of her friends and two key members of her country club. the only reason he wasn't out on his ear was that it was not seen to have a public row in society. He had to think very carefully about what he was going to do from now.

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The strange figure approached the Sunnysides care home. Somehow on a Sunday it was appropriate, though it was not something you normally saw early on a Sunday morning. It was an angel dressed all in white with wings, red hair and a little halo above its head. The angel had white stockings and white high heels and made a sexy strut up to the care home. At the reception desk Mrs Blaine looked the woman up and down and didn't blink. she'd seen stranger things in the psyche ward when she'd worked in a mental hospital.

"Can I help you luv?"

"Oh yes. I'm looking for Mrs Clemence. Can you tell me what room she is in?"

"Room 26, but please don't disturb her if she's still asleep."

"I promise I won't and thank you very much." The red head flashed her a brilliant smile and strutted down the hallway towards the indicated room.

Mrs Clemence was awake when the figure entered, though there was still some drool coming out of her mouth. The Angel of Mercy picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth for her.

"Mum, you still have faith don't you?" The old woman could do little more than grunt her ascent.

"They said that I had so much more to give mum and they sent me back to help people on the earth. I helped save that man and I've been helping more people." Mrs Clemence eyes went wide.

"I'm an angel now and I'm happy. Very happy." Mrs Clemence gave a contented gurgle and her eyes looked at her angelic daughter with love.

"I have to go now but I'll see you soon in heaven mum. I made sure they have a place for you." The angel that was Angela Clemence blew her mum and kiss and disappeared from the room.

The Angel of Mercy headed back out of the hospital happy that she had provided peace for an old woman in pain.

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The Queen of the Office

Anwyn couldn't believe it. She had only been engaged for a single day and she was already arguing with her fiancé Anthony.

"What the hell do you want with this?" She pointed at the mask of her own face that was in her hand.

"You have one of me" Anthony evaded. He was still dressed as Angela in a sexy angel outfit with a pair of wings, a halo and white heels.

"That's not the point. Why do you want to look like me? I checked the suit and it was made for a man." Anwyn pressed.

"I couldn't think of anyone sexier that I'd rather be for a day."

Anwyn normally would have been flattered by that but she knew that he was trying to get around her to avoid answering the question. Angela's face didn't show Anthony's true face beneath and she couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or angry underneath that mask.
"Nice try. I'll store the compliment for later. Now answer the question properly!"

"You ever hear the expression to live in another man's shoes. Well I've heard you complain so much about your job recently I thought we might swap to see what it was like in each other's life for a while. And you've told me that as Angela I've just been playing at being a woman and I don't know what it's really like. I was going to suggest we swap lives for a week. I was hoping to wait a while and sort of warm you up to the idea first."

Now at last he was telling the truth. Anwyn thought about the idea for a minute. She thought about what it would mean for her and any consequences it may bring. She could talk to her brother in the pub as Anthony and find the truth of what he thought about her. She could look up several people's driving records whilst at the DVLA and have some fun and she could find out everything about her future husband. She was sorely tempted by the offer, but she couldn't let him off that easily.

"Alright, you're on!" She told him. "But there are a number of conditions. First we wait a week so we can learn about each other's jobs. Secondly we do nothing to make each other look foolish or anything that we wouldn't normally do. Third no sex whilst we are disguised. I couldn't cope with making love to a copy of myself. Finally the mask and disguise of me gets destroyed at the end of all this."
Angela marked off each of the conditions on her fingers and then considered for a second before answering.

"You're on. See the was no need to get all wound up about this." Angela put her finger in her mouth coyly in a sexy pose.

You can stop doing that and give me my boyfriend back NOW Angela." Anwyn was still wound up enough to put up with his antics. Angela turned did a sexy wiggle of her bum and swaggered back off upstairs.

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Mark's existence in the spare room had lasted a day by which time Theresa had decided that maybe it was better if he wasn't seen around the house at all with a black eye. What would the neighbours think if they saw him like that? They'd think that he'd been fighting like a common labourer. So he'd been given some things, a sleeping bag and told to sleep at his pokey little office until his black eye had gone. It was such a big one that Mark reckoned that he might have it for at least two weeks.

So it was that he'd had quite a bit of time to think about what he was going to do about Angela Clemence. He could expose her to the media but to his knowledge she’d done nothing but help someone. If she was really a Transsexual then she probably had enough problems on her plate as it was and she didn’t need him making it worse. However there was the throb on his eye to consider against that.
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Anthony had persuaded Anwyn that she needed some practice being him and had suggested that she do what he normally did on a Monday night and go down the King’s Arms. Bernard was away in the Caribbean on his honeymoon so wouldn’t be back until the following week, but it would give her a non threatening chance to practice. That was the reason he’d given her anyway. In reality he wanted some time to do a little investigation of his own as Angela and he wanted to shelter her from it all.

So as soon as ‘Anthony’ had left to walk down the King’s Arms, the real Anthony headed upstairs to get his Angela disguise on. He’d got quite good at becoming Angela, but it still took him nearly an hour to get ready. The summer was on the turn now and although Anthony would have liked to wear one of the summer dresses in his closet he instead opted for a long blue-grey pencil skirt and jacket with matching heels over a white blouse. Although the blouse covered his breasts they couldn’t be completely hidden and Angela’s jacket had two large bulges that could clearly be seen. Although he was in a hurry, Anthony could not help but stand and check Angela’s butt out in the mirror.

“Still smoking hot babe” he said to himself in his own voice. With that he drove down to the Kingsway in town which was the address of Entwhistle Investigations run by Mark Entwhistle-Houghton. Anthony wanted to see if he could find anything on this private detective before he found Angela again and exposed her to the world for the fraud that she was. He knew that he should dress down for a bit of breaking and entering but a black balaclava and black clothes would have stood out like a sore thumb on the Kingsway which was also home to many of Swansea’s nightclubs. Besides, the only black outfit Angela had was a maid’s outfit that Anthony had bought on a kinky whim and that really wasn’t appropriate.

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Mark went over the meeting he’d just had in his mind again, though this time he embellished it with his fantasy. He was that gumshoe from the fifties on a most dangerous case seeking out a notorious femme fatale.

I’d been working late again in the office, it’s funny how that’d been happening more and more, but a guy’s gotta live. Just when I figured I’d call it a night, the dame I’d been tracking for weeks walked into my office bold as brass and sat her sexy derriere on the edge of my desk. Angela Clemence was her name, or so she said, but I happened to know that the real Angela Clemence had been in the ground for months. The dame had been playing a dangerous game but she had powerful friends, one of whom had knocked my lights out two days ago. With my employer gone my angle on her had diminished but she was still a sexy mystery to me, an itch I still had to scratch.

“I’m surprised to see you here toots” I said to her as I lit a cigarette. I’d been meaning to give up for months at the prompting of the lovely Theresa but I just couldn’t quite kick the habit. As I put the lighter back in the drawer I left it open so that I could get to the .44 magnum that was lying on top of the papers if I needed.

“You and me,” she said in a sultry tone ,“we really need to come to some sort of arrangement.” She crossed her nylon clad legs in a sexy way and sent my pulses racing. I’d not betray Theresa though no matter how much this siren turned on the charm. She’d claimed to be a Transsexual and although she looked real tempting I couldn’t get over the fact that she used to be a man.

“What had you in mind toots?” I asked in a neutral tone. “I’m a married man and I don’t mess around with no skirt, no matter what.”

“I want you to stop trying to expose me to the world. I just want peace and quiet to live out my life. That’s not too much to ask is it?” She pouted as she completed the sentence, then picked up a pen and started to spin it around her fingers, showing off her bright red nails. She was obviously trying everything in her little book of feminine tricks.

“Go on” I replied determined to control the conversation with this crazy dame.

“Well you must want something too. If I can deliver what you want then you promise to stop pursuing me. What is it you want Markie?” The dame was still trying to push my button, but she was right there were things that I wanted.

“Knock the sexy nickname on the head doll. I’ll tell you what I want! You and that ape Rugby player caused this.” I pointed to my swelling eye. “And now Theresa has thrown me out. So what I want is back with the lovely Theresa. The only way to do that will be to make this little business of mine a success. You get me a big case and back with Tre and I’ll stop bugging you.”

“Fine. I think we have a basis of a deal then” she replied as she swung round off the desk and uncrossed her legs in my view. She was trying to appeal to my basic instinct but that little flash of fanny wasn’t going to sweeten the deal.

“You have three weeks; else I go to the press and the media. I’m sure they’d be interested in a story about how the woman who rescued Gavin Rodgers was a fraud. ” I threatened. “I may even get good money for the story. But you do right by me and Theresa and I’ll forget I ever heard of you. Capish?”

For the first time since the dame had come in my office that night she looked at me intently.

“You really do love your wife don’t you?” She stated simply, the whole sex kitten routine now dropped.

“You bet your life I do. I married her for better or worse, and whilst I admit I’m in a bit of the worse at present, there’s plenty of better.” I’d seen too many men mess their lives up in the past months cheating on their wives and I wasn’t going to be one of those sad losers.

“Then you really must be a saint then.” She replied to me and turned swaying her hips and wiggling her sexy arse as she walked to the door. “I’ll contact you again, Mr Private Dick, when I have something.” She finished as she walked out.

I don’t know what it was with dames but they always had to have the last word.

Mark’s replay of the night is his mind wasn’t exactly what was said but the gist of the events were there including Angela’s brazen flash of her genitals. Mark didn’t really want to go through with his threat to her, after all she had helped that Rugby player and she’d not done anything majorly wrong, but he needed to patch things up with Theresa. He missed her cooking and with that thought his stomach started to rumble. He picked up the phone on his desk next to the red phone bill that he couldn’t pay and dialled a number.

“I’d like to order a pizza for delivery” he said into the mouthpiece.

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It was only when he’d seen the light on in the tiny office that Anthony had decided to revise his approach and had removed Angela’s knickers. He’d wanted every weapon he in her arsenal to use to persuade Mark Entwhistle-Houghton to leave him alone. Whilst he hadn’t got exactly what he’d wanted out of the meeting, he had got a way forward. The key to all this though was Theresa and Angela really didn’t get on with her.

The only solution that he could see was that Claire was going to need to talk to her and get her to take Mark back, but Claire couldn’t do that until she was back from her honeymoon which meant next Sunday or Monday at the earliest. Anthony would then only have two weeks left to sort out the entire mess and one of those weeks he had to be Anwyn all week. The only chance he would get to meet Theresa as Claire would be next Monday night when Anthony went to the pub with Bernard. One little excursion as Claire wouldn’t break their deal now would it?
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Theresa had bought a bottle of wine to drown her sorrows on Thursday night after one of the worst days in her life at the office. It had all turned into a horrific nightmare all blown completely out of proportion. Now they’d told her that there’d have to be a disciplinary hearing a week on Monday to investigate whether or not they’d have to take further action. By further action they meant the sack of course. She couldn’t possibly be sacked, especially with Mark’s business failing. What would they live on? And how would they be able to pay the Country Club fees? Oh, she thought to herself, what would the committee think of it when they’d heard she’d been sacked? The rumour and gossip would be enough of a scandal but having to resign from the club would mean that Patricia Pennington-Smythe and would surely be elected as treasurer ahead of her.

She wished she had Mark here to console her, but she’d banished him to his office last Sunday. It was all that silly little bitch Sally Chang’s fault. If she’d written the report correctly in the first place she wouldn’t have had to bring her into the office and carpet her. OK so perhaps she’d gone a little far in telling her to get her little yellow arse into her office and maybe telling her to open her slitty eyes a bit and look at her mistakes could be construed in the wrong way, but everyone said that sort of thing – even the Duke of Edinburgh. However that wasn’t a defence that the tribunal was likely to accept and the company had taken a dim view on racial discrimination in the past. At the moment it was Chang’s word against hers, but the little devil was trying to gather evidence of all sorts of anti PC behaviour against her. She needed a solid defence or she’d be out the door. She poured herself another glass of Pinot Gricchio to see if that would help. After she’d downed it she found that it hadn’t. She wondered if Claire might be able to think of a solution for her, but Claire was on her honeymoon and she was still a bit upset with Claire for giving that Angela the maid of honour duties over her. She supposed that it was in her power to forgive Claire; Theresa could after all be exceptionally flexible when she needed to be and set about writing Claire a letter forgiving her and inviting her round next Monday to talk after she got back from her honeymoon.

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Claire and Bernard arrived back home that Sunday night tired after a long flight but extremely happy in their love for each other. She noted that Anthony or his new fiancée, Bernard’s little sister Anwyn, had watered the plants in the house as she’d asked whilst they were away and that nothing was dying. She hadn’t really had much to do with Anwyn before this and she was surprised when Bernard had a text from his sister during the honeymoon saying that she was now engaged to Claire’s neighbour Anthony. She seen Anwyn around Anthony’s house a bit, but the woman was quite shy and didn’t really talk much. Indeed it had been Anthony and Angela who she’d seen together at the wedding, though Claire knew from Angela previously that they would only ever be good friends.

Now she was feeling a little guilty that Anwyn hadn’t been able to come to the Wedding. She’d replied to the invite saying that although she’d love to come to her brother’s wedding she unfortunately had to go and have a minor procedure done that day and would not be able to make it. Claire hoped that it was nothing serious and that Anwyn was alright. She decided that now that they were back she’d invite Anwyn around to get to know each other and for a girly chat and some wine now that they were going to be sisters-in-law.

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Mail theft was technically a crime but Anthony decided he’d just have to add it to this list he’d already built up. He’d gone to water the plants for Claire on Sunday before she got back and he had sorted Claire’s mail into piles of junk mail, bills and other letters when spotted the return address on the back of one of the envelopes. The envelope was premium quality and correspondent was a certain Theresa Entwhistle-Houghton written in flowery ornate writing. He pocketed the letter and took it back to read in his den back at his house.

Anthony had to hand it to Theresa, she could twist events wonderfully to suit her own personal point of view and make it seem like she was the magnanimous Queen pardoning her subjects their sins against her. She did not blame Claire for the brutish actions of that Rugby thug in flooring her beloved husband and she was sorry that she had to miss the end of the wedding as she had to lovingly tend her man. Anthony nearly choked on that one, knowing that Mark was now living out of his office. The spare clothes and camp bed had been a dead give-away. She wanted to find out all about Claire’s honeymoon and she had some other important things to discuss, so if it wasn’t too much trouble than Claire could come round at about 19:30 on Monday evening. Priceless, it meant that Anthony didn’t even need to have Claire go round of her own accord!

Tempting as it was to keep the entertaining letter for amusements sake, Anthony decided it was best that the evidence was destroyed in an accident with a match.

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Anwyn’s first day at work as Anthony had started slowly and without major incident. She’d memorised her side of the suspect board in the disguise den so that she could identify all Anthony’s work colleagues and remember roughly what they did. She’d got all the pictures from her workplace easily by accessing the staff telephone list that had a picture against the person’s name, job and phone number. Anthony however had taken surreptitious pictures of his colleagues when they weren’t looking using his phone, so though the pictures were more current, they were often taken from odd angles. The basic parts of Anthony’s job he’d taken her through and he’d given her his various logon IDs to the computer systems that she would need to access.

The first problem came up around ten o’clock. She was to check the details of the application form, then take those details and the photo from the computer and enter them into the template, before pressing the button to generate the license which would then be put in a pile with the application to be taken and sent off by the post room. The process was nice and simple as long as everything was right. However this particular one had a problem. The applicant was a foreign national by the name of Irena Ganalov whose occupation was down as a model, who Anwyn guessed must have been given asylum here in her youth since she was only 30 now and she had a British passport number now. She also had a previous UK driving license, but Anthony had explained that they were supposed to send the old paper one back to be destroyed. Anwyn as Anthony really didn’t want to ask for help because Anthony should know this all by now. She didn’t want to ring Anthony as she didn’t want to admit that she couldn’t do his job. That would be like admitting she was a failure on her very first day as Anthony. So she took the view that this model would probably throw the old one away anyway, so she just set out the details and pressed print.

About one o’clock a heavyset man came up to Anthony’s desk. Anwyn racked her brains for his name from the picture board in the den.

“Hello Rees” she whispered quietly just in time, the voice modulator doing its job to transform and amplify her voice so that she spoke as Anthony.

“Watcha mate. We’re having a football game against the DHSS on Wednesday night and we’re a man down. Do you wanna come along and play?”

“Oh well err” Anwyn began to stall, not sure what to reply.

“Come on mate, I’m sure you’re new fiancée will let you out for one evening.” Rees continued.

Anwyn was a bit taken aback that she was thought of as a ring around Anthony’s neck by his work colleagues. She didn’t want herself getting the reputation of being clingy so she confidently replied.

“Anwyn’s not like that. She’s a real sweetie. Of course I’ll come out to play.” Now Anwyn thought to herself all I have to do is learn how to play the stupid game!

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Anthony couldn’t believe how nervous he was dressed as Anwyn for the first time. Angela was a sexy siren that strutted about the place as though she owned it, but Anwyn had never been that way. She was quiet (when not in his company) and she wore more modest less revealing clothing. She told him that she didn’t want other men to ogle her and that her body was reserved just for him. Driving her mini in her flats was a weird experience and he’d not had enough time to fully get ready before he had to leave for her work. So he did what he’d seen many a woman do and applied some of her makeup whilst stuck at the lights and then finished it off when he arrived in the car park of the Swansea regional office of the Northern Bank. Her makeup had a much more natural look to it than the bright colours that he used as Angela – Anwyn’s way of blending in to the background and surviving against the chaos around her. Her new boss scared and annoyed her he knew, but he was still to face that challenge.

The fake Anwyn put her bag over her shoulder and headed into the office her face down keeping her stride short and steady. He swiped in Anwyn’s card on the turnstiles and headed towards the lifts. She told him that it was on the 4th Floor and around to the right. He’d see if her map was right when he got up there in the lift.

“Morning Anwyn!” A chirpy young welsh girl in a smart business suit said to her as she entered the lift. Anthony couldn’t place her anywhere in his mind from Anwyn’s board back in the den.
“Hi. Did you have a nice weekend?” He asked without using the girl’s name. Her pass around her neck was twisted around so he couldn’t see the name.

“Yes very nice. Michael took me away to London and we saw some shows. I’ll tell you all about it later. You still having problems with Mr Octopus arms?” Anwyn hadn’t mentioned her little nickname for her new boss but the name fit the description.

“Yes alas. I miss Mr Slocombe, he had no wandering hands.” The lift opened at the fourth floor and the fake Anwyn started to get off. Seeing the other girl stayed in the lift she turned and added “See you later.” It had taken Anthony a while to get used to the principle of whispering his words so that his real voice was masked by the translation amplifier, but he still found it strange having Anwyn’s voice come out of his mouth. He liked Anwyn’s voice but he could have never copied it that well.

Anwyn’s new boss Mr Wesley Caplin was already in his office but when he spotted Anwyn arrive he came out and went up to her.

“You’re here at last.” He told her. “Now pop off to the kitchen and get me a cup of tea love I’m parched. I’ve got a letter for you to do when you get back.” With that he pinched the fake Anwyn’s bum and pushed her on her way. Anthony headed to the kitchenette and found a cup and put the kettle on. He could see why Anwyn hated her new boss. He went over Anwyn’s notes in his head. Two sugars and milk in his tea – he like to put two spoonfuls of arsenic in it for the loathsome toad. But like a good little obedient girl he trotted back in short steps enforced by the short pace that the long skirt he had on enforced on him and lay the tea in front of Mr Caplin.
“Could you arrange for some flowers for my wife to be delivered on Wednesday please. I’ll be working late and I want to ensure that she knows I love her. Oh and here’s the letter I want you to type.” He handed the fake Anwyn a hastily scrawled page in his handwriting.

“Yes Mr Caplin.” Anwyn said submissively in response and headed out to ‘her’ desk just in front of Wesley Caplin’s office.

Anthony turned on Anwyn’s computer and logged in. He started to type the letter and as he did so, he looked down at the keyboard seeing the small breasts on his chest and the short nails on his hand. This got him thinking as he mindlessly copied the letter. Why did he love Anwyn so much? When he became a woman he became the person that he thought of as being super sexy and sultry. Angela was a sexpot that men would dream of, so that he could be admired and desired. Why did he not want that in his wife? He realised that Anwyn was something that Angela was not. She was good, honest, faithful and above all true to him. She kept herself only for him. She didn’t go out of her way to be sexy for all the other men on the planet, she didn’t want them. She only wanted him. All the makeup and lingerie and false advertising could not take away from the person underneath. If that person underneath the core was a rotten apple then as soon as you peeled it you’d find out. Anthony did not want to marry a rotten apple, he wanted the sweet core. He felt sorry for Mark who had lumbered himself with that rotten apple underneath Theresa’s appealing exterior. Now, with their switch this week it was his duty to keep that core pure and sweet for Anwyn. He didn’t realise the responsibility that he’d taken on until now or the depths of his true feelings. They say you have to walk a mile in another person’s shoes, well he’d only come in from the car park and up the lift but he’d got the meaning already.

He continued typing. “The missing £148milion from the robbery may never be recovered and the bank may have to look to their insurers to cover their losses. SOCA have assured the Northern Bank that they have been doing everything possible to locate the unrecovered amount but the suspect in custody has denied taking any more than £3million in bullion and the marked notes.“ That was odd, Anthony thought to himself, the TV hadn’t given all those details. I wonder what the robber did with it? Then he noticed that Mr Caplin had pulled the blinds to his office. Anwyn had mentioned that he did that from time to time but why would he do that? He noticed Mr Caplin’s phone line was being used and Anthony decided to risk something to try and find out and help his future wife. He pressed the intercom button that opened the line to his phone and picked it up whilst putting his phone on mute.

“...have been trying to get the information out of him to no avail.” Wesley Caplin said.

“They von’t as you vell know my stallion.” It was a woman’s voice on the other end with a Russian accent.

“How much longer will we have to wait to get at the money?” Wesley Caplin asked.

“Ve must wait until the police investigation iz finished. Ve cannot risk it before long. You must ensure that ze bank believes that the criminal took ze money and get your insurers to pay.” The Russian sounding lady continued.

“Alright, but it’s been hard here with the SOCA agents breathing down my neck here. I can’t wait to see you again.”

“You vill have to my love. I am working up here in London and I can only get away briefly on Vendsday. I will book a room at the Plaza Hotel for us. Your vife does not suspect?”

“No I’m keeping her sweet Irena. I’ll see you Wedesday at 6:30pm sharp then. Love you”

Anthony put the phone down before he got caught eavesdropping. Perhaps he might have something for Entwhistle Investigations after all.

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Anwyn had survived a day as Anthony at his office and for the most part thought she’d done alright. She hadn’t been as outgoing maybe as Anthony normally was, but she decided that she needed to settle in to the role for a bit before she could start to embellish. She worried that maybe that she was using it as an excuse to keep to her shyness. Anthony was not shy as himself and certainly not when he was being Angela, so she shouldn’t be either. She took a few deep breaths before slinging the door open and calling out boldly.
“Honey I’m home!” She knew that Anthony disguised as herself was in the house because her mini was in the driveway. Lucky sod had not been kept behind by Mr Octopus then tonight. For a moment Anwyn felt sorry for Anthony getting felt up by her new boss, but then she remembered that he’d wanted this week of discovery. Probably not the sort of discovery he was looking for.

“I’m up stairs hon in the bedroom,” came the reply in her voice. Weird. This was going to take a while to get used to. She went upstairs and found ‘Anwyn’ getting changed from her work business suit into her jeans and T-shirt. Her plain bra and matching knickers looked somewhat drab on the fake version of her. Perhaps when this was all over she should go and replace these for something a bit more interesting. She’d had these for years when she’d been alone and single as they were comfortable. But why couldn’t she have something comfortable and a bit sexy. After all only Anthony would see the replacements. Now that she was seeing herself from the outside was she getting a bit jealous of Angela and her wardrobe? She shook her head and started to change out of her business suit. It was so much easier not having to worry about snagging tights and getting her bra straps straight. Men’s clothing was much courser but easier to handle.

“You know I’m going out with my mate Bernard tonight?” She enquired, knowing that the fake Anwyn already knew the answer.

“Sure it’s what you always do love. What do you do when I’m out normally” Anthony asked her.

“Well for a start that.” Anwyn pointed at the pile of Angela’s dirty clothes in the linen basket. “Angela rarely tidies up after herself and goes through clothes like a fashion model!”

“I’ll put a wash on tonight and see you later.” The fake Anwyn replied. “Have a nice night with Bernard.” The real Anwyn went to go and pick up her handbag from the bed and stopped mid flight. She was Anthony now and didn’t have a handbag. She went to her suit trousers and retrieved Anthony’s wallet before going to give the fake Anwyn a peck on the cheek.

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As soon as Anwyn now dressed as himself left, Anthony started to strip out of Anwyn’s clothes and then slowly took off his Anwyn mask. Getting the contacts out was the worst part, he always had found them fiddly to juggle with. He now had the head of Anthony and Anwyn’s naked body on him. Though Anwyn’s tits were not as big as Angela’s in many ways he liked them better. They were small and perky and he could feel them harden when he sucked them when he made love. The small patch of brown hairs above her pussy always gave him a rush of blood away from the head. Despite the fact that he couldn’t afford the time he was getting incredibly turned on by his body as Anwyn. Whilst in the body covering though he could not masturbate directly as his penis was hidden in the layer beneath his fake vagina. He had wicked thought and reached down to the back of the bottom drawer.

There he pulled out the spare Rabbit that Claire had given Angela. She had been given a new one as a Hen present and she’d donated the old one to Angela. Anthony had not known what he was going to do with it until now when he flicked the switch on and slowly inserted it into his fake hole. He could feel the faint vibrations and lay back on the bed spreading his legs wider to get a better angle so that his cock below the fake vaginal canal could start to feel some of the vibrations. Normally he wouldn’t feel much in that tube of latex, but the vibrations added sensation. It was not like real sex, but his mind looking in the mirror was working overtime on imagination to make up for the lost feeling.

“Oh I love you Anwyn” he said in his own voice. With his other hand he massaged his fake breast, though again he could feel little. Her image though was really turning him on and he wondered if he might be able to create a double-backed Rabbit so that Angela and Anwyn could have fun together. That’s if she’d be willing that is. Deep within Anwyn’s nether regions something exploded dealing a sticky mess. Anthony withdrew the Rabbit and realised he had to clean it up and get on or ‘Claire’ would be late for her evening with Theresa.

“Now look what you’ve gone and done Anwyn my sexy little fiancée.” He said to himself.

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Bernard was late for the pub for the first time that he could remember. Anthony was already there tucking into a lasagna with a pint already half downed. Having a new wife now had meant he’d had to start being more responsible. It was only partially for that reason Bernard finally admitted to himself. Mostly it was due to the fact that they had only flown in the day before and the house was still in a state of flux from all the unpacking and wedding presents.

“Whatchya mate” he said clapping his friend on the back. Anthony nearly choked.

“I see you are back then?” Anthony stated.

“Nothing escapes you does it? Oh congratulations I are in order think; you sly old devil.” Bernard offered.

“I certainly think Anwyn is pleased but you’re marrying my little sis?”

“What do you mean by that” Anthony snapped back. That wasn’t like Anthony he knew. “Had prolonged exposure to his sister stated to have some weird Star Trek effect that made him start acting like her?

“Oh no offence mate! It’s just I’ve known that little minx all my life. Are you sure you know what you’ve let yourself in for?”

“Do go on” was all Anthony replied coolly as he sipped his larger. Bernard started to feel a little less comfortable. It wasn’t quite the welcome home he was expecting.

“Oh well you know we had our ups and downs when we were young that’s all. Normal sibling squabbles you know. I remember one time after we’d had an argument she spiked my lemonade with farting powder. I couldn’t stop blowing off all through dinner. Mind you I got my revenge on her the next week when her Sindy House had the demolition men come in. She never found out it was me mind you but I think she always suspected. Mum and Dad always said that the box of lego must have fallen off the shelf by accident. You think she’s quiet as a mouse most of the time but if you rile her, you’ll find that she can strike back. But I’m sure you know that and that you’ll both be happy together. You want a top up mate?”

“Yes please.” Anthony said rather quickly before filling his mouth with another large portion of lasagne. Bernard headed to the bar and didn’t spot his friend kick the table angrily behind him.

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Theresa had laid on a spread of food and put on one of her nicer dresses in preparation for Claire coming over. It never did any harm making a good impression, especially if you wanted something. The doorbell rang and she headed to the door to answer it.

“Evening Claire. I hope you had a really nice honeymoon. Come on inside, I have a little spread put on and a little bubbly to celebrate your recent nuptials.” Theresa could be as sweet as cherry pie when she wanted something.

“Hi and thanks” Claire responded as she followed Theresa into the living room. “St Lucia was fabulous, loads of blue sky and even bluer water. Oh and I had amazing amounts of stress relief, if you know what I mean?”

“I do. Bernard suits you. I know I might of said that he was a bit of an oaf in the past and beneath you, but what I really meant was that he needs a bit of polishing up and I must say that you’ve done a fabulous job dear.” Theresa knew that she couldn’t take some of the words back that she’d said before but she could re-interpret them to suit her current needs. “Help yourself to the finger food. Bubbly?”

“Just a small one” Claire replied “I’m driving.” Good, Theresa thought to herself, she’s swallowed my apology as she poured two glasses. “Mark not around tonight?” Claire added.

“No just the two of us. Mark had to go and see an important client. He’s on the way up with his business.” Theresa lied. She couldn’t have her husband to be seen as a failure. “Actually it’s lucky that he is out as there is something I wanted to discuss with you if that’s OK?” Theresa added.

Claire nodded her assent and took her finger food back to the couch smoothing her skirt underneath her and she sat. As Theresa poured out her story Claire sipped her champagne thoughtfully. Theresa gave the essence of the story to Claire but twisted it to make Sally Chang seem like the villain and Theresa seem to be the victim. After all that’s the way it was in reality.

“So,” Claire summarised, “this Asian lady is accusing you of racially offensive behaviour and you might lose your job if the tribunal finds against you?”

“Yes that’s the nub of it. Can you think of what I can do? I’m desperate Claire and you are my best friend in the world.” Theresa was pleased to see that Claire smiled at that compliment.
“Have you any ethnic friends or those of an alternative lifestyle?” Claire enquired.

“Goodness no. They tend to weed them out at the club during the membership process.” Theresa told her. “I guess that doesn’t help my case much does it?”

“I think that I know someone who can help you,” Claire replied at last, “but you’re not going to like it.”

“What, who? I’m desperate Claire. You know what a pillar of the community I am?”

“My friend Angela can help I think if you can persuade her that she might want to.”

“Her? How?” Theresa kept her cool and bit back the insult, intrigued how this former man could help her.

“She’s a Transsexual. You are saying that this Chang woman is saying you are not PC. Angela could lie and tell the tribunal that you are not prejudiced. She may even have foreign friend who could help give testimony at your tribunal in the same way. However you would need to persuade her to help you first.” Claire looked over at Theresa, who nervously sipped at her Champagne.

“Could you persuade her for me?” Theresa tried.

“No, you’ll have to do that for yourself. I will persuade her to come and see you later tonight, but you’ll have to find a way to make her want to help.”

“Does she need money?” Theresa asked hopefully.

“I think you might be going along the wrong line of thought there. Angela wants to see a kind heart. Now I’m afraid I have to go. I have so much unpacking to do. It was nice to see you again Theresa. I’ll ask Angela to pop round in a couple of hours”

How the hell am I going to do that Theresa thought. She’d have to think up something quickly as she only had a few hours.

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Anthony couldn’t believe his luck. This whole situation was perfect and he also had something to help Mark’s business too. However he’d have to hurry to get back home, change out of Claire into Angela and get back to Theresa’s house.

Angela rang the doorbell and listened to the chime ring through the house. Normally it would have grated on him but for tonight only it was a happy chime. Anthony noted Theresa was still in the same dress he’d seen her earlier when she opened the door to Angela, but had consumed most of the Champagne since then. She’d rather swallow the Champagne that her pride.
“I understand you need my help you little bitch.” Angela stated boldly. She had no reason to have to be polite to her now.

“Come in Angela.” Theresa said meekly. “I’d rather not discuss this on the doorstep.” I bet you don’t want to, Anthony thought to himself as he strutted into Theresa’s living room and deposited Angela’s sexy arse on the sofa and crossed her legs.

“Well?” Angela demanded.

“I’m sorry for being mean to you at the wedding.” Theresa ventured.

"That's a start. I hope you mean it though." Angela replied.

"Yes I do" came a whimper from Theresa. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Start being a nice person for a start, though that may be an impossibility." Angela responded quickly.

"Am I not a nice person?"

"No, you're not, and you are very lucky that your husband still loves you despite it all. But you have to change and change for the better." Anthony could see the tears starting on Theresa. He didn't know whether they were real or not, but he decided to accept them as real for now. His deal with Mark meant that he had to go through with helping Theresa, but she didn't know that.

"What (sniff), do you (sniff) want me to do (sniff)?"

"First of all you can let your husband come home and give him all the love he deserves. That one shouldn't be too difficult for you. Secondly you can start doing some voluntary work at the local immigrant welcome centre. The work will be good for your soul, but it will also give you some evidence that you're not a racist bigot. Finally I think I'd like to join the Country Club. Oh and you can invite Claire and Bernard and Anthony and Anwyn as well. I'm sure you can sort out with the committee and sort out the fees. I feel like some fresh Country air. If you can agree to that then I'll help you." The last one Anthony hadn't needed but he was entertained at the thought of Angela scandalising the members of Theresa's prim set social types.

"I think I can do all that." Theresa said.

"You'd better or else there'll be no one to help you next week."

"I'll do it, I promise. I'll go down the immigration centre tomorrow and will phone my husband after you leave. The Country Club may take a little longer to organise though. There is a certain process you have to go through."

"Fine, but that process had better not lead to a dead end or else I'll tell the tribunal afterwards that you paid me to say what I did. My friend Mr Umbowta will also be along to give you a glowing testimony if you give me the time and address to turn up for next Monday."

"I'll write it down for you." Theresa offered wiping away her tears.

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Anwyn came back from the pub to find that the other Anwyn had bathed and was in her nightdress ready for bed. Angela's washing had not been done and in fact there seemed to be more clothes that needed a wash than before. Anwyn was about to explode when she realised that she was now Anthony. The fake Anwyn would still need to do it all, and tomorrow night she would be here to make sure that she did all the washing and ironing. It was going to be nice not to have to do all that. As she turned to leave she noticed that Angela's bits were on the floor and all turned inside out. It was odd seeing into her skin like this. The mechanism that held Anthony's penis in a pouch by the vaginal tube and the catheter that connected the tip of his penis to Angela's fake urethra could be clearly seen now. Then it just struck her. Anthony must have used the suit tonight which was why he hadn't done the washing. She wondered what he was up to as she headed into the bedroom to get out of Anthony's jeans and sweatshirt.

"Darling, could you do me a favour tomorrow?" the fake Anwyn asked from the bed.

"What do you want dear?" Anwyn asked the copy.

"Could you look up the address of women called Sally Chang on the database at work tomorrow?"

"Sure. Why do you want that then?" Anwyn asked as innocently as she could given she was using Anthony's voice.

"I have a little problem that I need to solve that will secure Angela's future." the fake Anwyn replied to her. It was always down to Angela wasn't it?

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Against her better judgement Theresa had gone down the immigrant welcome centre to volunteer to help. She had seen the logic in it if she was to have a defence at the tribunal, but she felt a bit unclean. She'd do anything to save her reputation even grovel to that Transsexual tart.

"Hello. My name is Theresa Entwhistle-Houghton and I've come to volunteer to help those less fortunate than myself." It was important to ensure that she had stated her superiority up front.

"Oh great." The Indian man behind the desk said uncertainly. "We could use a hand. The toilets out back overflowed last week and they really could do with a good scrubbing ready for the welcome meeting tomorrow."

"Ah" Theresa said. "I don't suppose you have some marigolds I can wear then?"

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Anwyn had been making a start on the pile of laundry in the spare room where Claire knocked on the front door. Anthony answered the door and had welcomed her into the house. Once Anthony had discovered she had come to see Anwyn he'd called her down from upstairs and volunteered to make the teas and coffees. Claire found that it was a bit hard talking to Anwyn at first but she soon loosened up and the two women were soon chatting away like old friends whilst Anthony kept to himself in the corner. Anwyn had asked her all about her honeymoon and she'd happily told her all the details. All in all Claire was glad that she'd come round and was surprised when Anwyn suggested that the two of them get together the following Monday when Anthony and Bernard went down the pub.

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By Wednesday afternoon 'Anwyn' was getting fed up with being Mr Caplin's little helper. It wasn't that the things that she was being asked to do were particularly difficult, they weren't. It was more that he was perfectly capable of doing many of them himself and the unnecessary touching of her arse every time that she turned her back on him. 'Anwyn' put up with all this stoically as she knew that Mr Caplin was up to something else, and she wanted to know exactly what. The real Anwyn was experiencing the fun of the DVLA football team tonight, so Anthony had plenty of time to do some investigation of his own. He was a bit worried that his sporting prowess at work would forever be in the tubes after tonight, but then he never was that good anyway so it probably wouldn't be that bad.

Mr Caplin had her doing a spreadsheet of all the missing items from the theft until well gone six, but this Anwyn didn't mind as she didn't need to get home quickly. She headed out to her mini and drove straight to the Plaza hotel to wait for Mr Caplin. As she was waiting she spotted a women getting out a Ferrari, walking into the hotel. Anthony recognised her. It was Irena Ganalov who was a top model. Maybe not in the class of Charlotte but still up there well above the likes of Angela's unsubtle charms. So that was the Irena that Mr Octopus was meeting. Anwyn followed her into the hotel with a bag under her arm and heard Irena ask for her room key in that same Russian accent. The concierge told her she was in Room 371 and handed her the key. Irena headed off to the bar to order a drink and Anwyn headed to the ladies loo. There she went into a cubicle and stripped out of her work suit and put on the maid's outfit. He had to pad out the cups in the chest a bit to make it look right. Anthony was not sure that this was strictly keeping to the exact details of their arrangement but he didn't have time to change into Angela to do this.

Anwyn headed into the porters lodge and said to the harassed clerk.

"Have you got a spare key for room 371. They've complained the bath is filthy." The clerk was so busy on the phone he handed the maid the key without further question and she soon headed off up the elevator and into the room. The room was bare and Anwyn quickly looked around for somewhere to hide. She assumed they wouldn't be stopping long in the room so she slipped into a closet and peeked out of a crack.

Anwyn didn't have to wait long before Irena and Wesley entered the room. Irena was carrying a small case and she put it down quickly to start to kiss and cuddle Mr Caplin.
"God you are so sexy Irena. I really appreciate you coming down tonight from London. You must be so busy this week at the London fashion week." She kissed him hungrily and replied.

"I could not keep away from you long darhlink."

Anwyn watched as the pair began the foreplay and then stripped out of their clothes and began to passionately caress each other. Soon Mr Caplin, whose cock was quite hard by then, began to penetrate Irena. She moaned with pleasure as he began massaging her breasts and thrusting into her pussy. Five minutes later and they were back at it again, this time the whole thing took a bit longer. Anwyn guessed that she was either really good at faking orgasms or Wesley Caplin really was good with his tool. Finally they lay together on the bed and relaxed in each other's arms.

"Zo have ze police finished their vork yet?"She asked.

"No. You won't believe the amount of statements and checks they have to take and then recheck. It's going to be at least next Wednesday before they sign it all off as something they'll never recover and that stupid little thief will get all the blame. Its lucky that as the loss assessor in the bank I was first on the scene to account for what was lost. Adding more from the safe on the inventory of stolen items was a genius idea Irena. The one place that the police haven't looked for the extra missing money is the safe itself."

"Yes, zu are such a clever little man Vesley"

"Once this is all been cleared I can make a security check on the bank one evening and clear out the missing money from where I've hidden it in the safe. Then I'll divorce my boring wife and we can head off together wherever you want Irena."

"I'd luv zat Wesley. Let me giv you a taste of my appreciation." With that she sucked him off for about ten minutes and he had another massive orgasm. Anthony thought if he ever wanted tips about how to please a man then this Irena was the woman to go to.

They screwed again a couple more times and Anwyn was getting tired standing up whilst watching. Eventually Wesley announced he had to go and as he got dressed he promised her would meet her here again next Wednesday in the same hotel at the same time to head up to the bank up north to go and recover the money. She began dressing again in her sexy lingerie and started to put on her dress and check herself in the mirror. Then she phoned someone on a mobile and merely said into the receiver "He's gone."

Anwyn was puzzled now as to what was going on, but after about 5 minutes there was a knock on the hotel door. Irena opened it and let another man into the room, this one was dressed in a sharp suit and a hat.

"How's it going?" the new arrival asked.

"He's like putty in my hands" Irena answered.

"You'd better get out of that. The real Irena is supposed to be in London at the fashion show. The less she is seen here the better. You did pay in advance?"

"Yes." Irena started unzipping herself from her beautiful silver dress and unclipped her stockings from her suspenders before rolling them down. She took off her suspender belt and bra and then she was naked in front of the man who wasn't batting an eyelid.

"You need a hand?" The other man asked.

"Yeah in a sec. I have to go first. Sex does that after a while." With that Irena headed into the toilet and sat on the loo leaving the door open. Why would she do that Anwyn wondered. When she finished she did a quick wipe and flush and came back into the room.

Anwyn watched in amazement as the other man went behind Irena and she heard a zip coming down. The clothed man pulled her skin apart and gradually helped her ease it down away from her shoulders. Anthony of all people really shouldn't have been surprised, but this was something else. The suit was a complete body suit perfect in every detail with arms and gloves that had sexy nails on the end. The suit was pulled down to reveal a man's torso nipped at the waist by a clincher. The occupant of the suit reached down inside the suit now that he had a free hand and Irena's face winced as he adjusted something before starting to roll the padded hips down.

"When will we be able to get our hands on the money?"

The man getting out of the suit sat down on the bed and began to roll down the legs one at a time ensuring that the painted toenails each were freed from his toes. He then discarded the suit beside him. He now had the face of the model Irena Ganalov and the body of a slim man about 5'10" tall with a waist clincher.

"Wednesday next week. You can do the hit when he comes out the bank. Easier that way. Give me a sec I need to get this off."

The person with the face of Irena went over to the vanity table and put his hands into his mouth and pulled out the set of teeth that gave Irena her smile. He then reached behind his head underneath her hair and then shortly after her face came forward and eventually a man's face was revealed beneath the mask with a bald head. He then opened the case and took a small round box from it which he opened before removing the blue contacts from his eyes and popping them in the case.

Anthony was very impressed with the disguise from his hideout. He would have never guessed that she was not the real Irena and was not surprised that Wesley could not tell the difference.
"How did the prototype go? I'll need to report back." The second man asked as the naked man began to get men's clothes from the case and start to dress.

"Like a dream. I tell you the sensors in the nipples and the pussy really make it easy to be the contented little model. Getting screwed like that is just fabulous as a job, especially when you get to orgasm too. The old versions I really had to act my socks off with, but not with this." The man finished dressing and packed away the suit and female clothes into the case.

"Have you any more assignments like this one?" The former Irena asked the other man.

"I can't understand why you like this sort of thing, but then I'm straight." His colleague replied as they headed out the door.

"Oh I like it both ways" Anwyn could just hear the former Irena reply.

Anwyn waited for 15 minutes to be safe before coming out of her hiding place and heading down the corridor.
"Miss" she heard behind her. "I called for room service an hour ago. Can you find out where it's got to?" A man called out from the room. The fake Anwyn looked down at her maid's uniform and sighed. She'd better go use the loo and change before anyone else mistook her as a domestic. She desperately wanted a suit like that one for Angela but that was out of science fiction and there was no way Anthony could make anything like that.

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Mark was not surprised to get a call from Angela on Wednesday night. Theresa had invited him home and had been nice to him before she had gone out to do some voluntary work. The change in circumstances couldn't be credited without some external force at work. The only external force that he could think of was Angela. She was a bit like that when you met her.

"You've done something." It wasn't a question.

"Of course and in only seven days too. I'm ringing about that and the other matter as well. How would you like to be paid lots of money by an insurance company for uncovering a fraudulent claim?"

"Go on."

"You heard about the robbery at the Northern Bank the other week? Well I have reason to believe that one of their employees who is assessing the loss has claimed that more money was stolen and hidden it in the bank until the investigation is over. Then he's going to go and pick it up once the heat is off and the insurance company has paid up for the bank's loss. I'm sure the Independent Mutual Assurance Company would be rather glad not to have to pay out on a £145 million pound claim. I'm sure that they would pay a private investigator who had a tape of the Northern Bank employee confessing to the crime quite a bit of money. They may even give him more work looking at insurance swindles in the future."

"You have the tape?" Mark asked knowing the answer.

"Yes and I have the hour of sordid sex beforehand as well if you're interested." Angela teased.

"You screwed him?" Mark exclaimed shocked at the lengths Angela would go to.

"No, not me honey. Another person took that one for the female team."

"Now we need to discuss your wife and exactly how you are going to help her." Angela told him, though it kind of sounded like a threat.

Mark listened carefully about the mess that his wife had gotten herself into, and also to the plan that Angela had conceived about helping her. He was sceptical at first, but he agreed that if she could pull it off then he was in on the plan. He knew why Theresa hadn't told him about the Tribunal. She was too proud to admit she was in trouble. He'd need to talk to her about that later.

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Anthony put down the phone and smiled to himself. It was all coming into place. He'd give Mark the tape at the weekend when Angela fitted him for his mask and tested the makeup. Anwyn hadn't remembered but they were going to Cardiff Arms Park to the Rugby as guests of Gavin and Charlotte. Despite the fact that he was supposed to be Anwyn until Sunday he'd need to be Angela for part of Saturday to go to the Rugby and then he would go and fit Mark's mask. Not that mark really needed to do it. Anthony had another ace up his sleeve.

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The soccer game had been very tiring but Anwyn felt that she had acquitted herself alright as Anthony. She'd not scored any goals or saved any goals but she had at least kicked the ball three times and once it had even gone to her own man. The fact that they had lost 5-0 was not relevant. She had joined in all the songs in the baths and no one had noticed that Anthony was a woman. Some of the songs she admitted to herself could have done with some cleaner words and she wasn't sure that she altogether approved of most of the others, but she had gotten involved in the male bonding aspect.

So 'Anthony' came back to the house that night to find his fiancée dressed in a sexy negligee, a rose between her breasts and dinner waiting for him on the table. A pile of ironing that had been finished sat on the sideboard behind the table.

"This is all very nice but I thought we agreed to no one doing anything embarrassing as each other." The fake Anthony told Anwyn.

"I figured that only applied to when others could see us. Now come on your food is getting cold."

The fake Anthony shrugged and tucked into his meal. Anwyn ate hers at the other end of the table quite demurely. Anwyn figured that he wasn't doing a half bad job of pretending to be her.

"So when did I buy that negligee then?"

"Oh you popped out the other lunchtime to town. Would you like to explore a bit after dinner?"

Anwyn was cross.

"I told you I'm not wasting my time doing it again as a man. It just doesn't work for me and you promised no sex whilst we are like this."

"Damn, I was hoping you changed your mind. Maybe I'll wear this next week."

"Only if I'm a good girl i will."The fake Anthony replied.

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Anwyn was pleased when the week was over working at the regional offices of the Northern Bank. The only silver lining was that hopefully the real Anwyn wouldn't have to suffer at the hands of Mr Octopus any longer. She hoped that her new boss would be much nicer to the real Anwyn. Anthony had also been doing a bit of networking whilst he was Anwyn and he hoped that Anwyn would be pleased with the friendships that he'd forged as her for her whilst he was filling in her life.

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Anthony had caught her by surprise when he'd reminded her that they were going to the Rugby as guests of Gavin and Charlotte. She had reluctantly allowed 'Anwyn' to go and change into Angela and she immediately detected the change in the behaviour of her partner. For a start she was dressed figure hugging tight jeans, half cut heeled boots and a low cut scooped top that was showing off her prime assets. She was well made up and she had a welsh scarf over her arm with her coat and handbag. If it weren't for the fact that Angela normally dressed to show herself off, she'd have guessed that she was trying to compete with Charlotte.

The game was close and Gavin and Charlotte had got them the best seats in the stadium. They were great company too and when Gavin suggested they go and get the drinks at half time at the bar 'Anthony' could hardly refuse. That left Charlotte alone with Angela again to talk in the seats. Gavin was very knowledgeable about the game and Anwyn tried to maintain her interest for Anthony's sake whilst they were waiting for the barman to complete their order.

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"So are you still having the same problem that we talked about last time?" Angela asked her beautiful companion.

"Yes, alaz it's still an issue Angela. I really wish I could do something. I've tried lingerie and pretty well everything I can think of. I even tried asking a doctor friend that I know but he wasn't helpful." Charlotte replied.

"I think I might have the answer for you. Please don't take this the wrong way but I think that the near death experience has made everything seem mundane. He needs a little excitement and variety to his life."

"I don't want him sleeping with other women." Charlotte said firmly.

"Not if they were all you?" Angela arched her eyebrow suggestively and opened her handbag. She produced a flesh coloured object with some hair attached.

"Say hello to Conchita the maid dear. She needs to bend over a lot when she cleans up and she doesn't wear any knickers. She resist the advances of her master at first but will then give in to him." Angela pulled a card out of her handbag. Here's a site that does more masks. They're not the best quality and if you want something better give me a call. My number is on the back. It's amazing how the nanny, or the nurse from the local hospital who has lost her way, or the policewoman who has come to arrest him with her handcuffs will pick up his interest. I'm sure that you have lots of imagination. You can be anyone you like and he's guaranteed to only cheat on you with you."

"I'll give it a try Angela." Charlotte said taking the mask and card and putting it in her bag.

"Do it tonight. I'll stake my reputation as a woman on it working." Just then Anthony and Gavin came back with the drinks.

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Angela went round to Mark and Theresa's house to hand the tape over to Mark and to fit the mask and test the makeup. Mr Umbowta was from Nigeria but only needed make-up on his hands besides the mask. Angela got him to practice the accent, his story of how Theresa knew him and how helpful and kind she'd been to him. It wasn't perfect but Angela thought it would be good enough. Theresa hovered around her like a hummingbird always trying to be nice and polite to her. She apologised that she hadn't yet sorted the Country Club membership but as she said it would take another couple of weeks to complete.

Angela got back home later that evening to find Anwyn no longer in her Anthony disguise.

"So are you going to tell me what you've been up to. We can't have secrets from each other you know else the marriage won't work." She demanded. Angela pouted and stuck out her tongue but then she stopped and did something very unusual. She answered as Anthony and told her all about Mark, Theresa, Wesley Caplin and even Charlotte.

"Oh you are a dear man. I wouldn't have helped the bitch. What am I going to do with you?"

"Come upstairs and I'll show you!" Angela replied back in her own voice now. Anwyn followed Angela upstairs.
Angela kissed Anwyn and began to fondle her pert breasts. Anwyn a bit unsure of it closed her eyes an imagined that Anthony was in front of her and was starting to get into the mood until she felt Angela's breasts. Angela stripped out of her skirt and pulled down Anwyn's jeans and knickers and they began to kiss on the bed will Angela fondled Anwyn until she was very wet.

"You'll have to get out of Angela" she told her partner.

"Just wait. I have something a bit different" Angela replied. She reached across in the draw and pulled a very long device with a knob on each end, or more precisely a Rabbit vibrator on each end joined in the middle. There was also a strap connected to the middle. Angela flicked on the button in the centre and shoved one end into her beautiful but fake pussy. She then fastened the strap around her sexy backside.

"Jump on. There's room for two." Angela told Anwyn. Curiosity and desire overcame Anwyn's natural aversion to sex with Angela and she did as she was bid.

Angela began thrusting into her pussy just as he would as Anthony but the extra vibrations gave him a little extra buzz than normal. Their breasts mashed up together as Angela thrust his double Rabbit into Anwyn's pussy. The vibration in Angela's pussy was gently massaging Anthony's engorged cock below the vaginal tube. The whole idea of sex with Anwyn as Angela was turning him on and this amplified by the gentle vibrations. Finally this brought about a massive climax in his hidden member just as he heard Anwyn come. They fell back on the bed spent for now.

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The man in the Irena suit had arranged to meet Wesley Caplain at the hotel on Sunday night to go over their plans again. It was important that everything was on schedule and now that the real Irena had finished at the London fashion show, he was free to stay overnight in Wales without compromising his cover.

Wesley was late and the fake Irena spent her time checking her makeup and laid out all her sex toys by the bed. He'd already hung up his dresses in the wardrobe and put his bathroom items by the bath. His cock beneath the suit was once again at full extension at the sight of his own beauty in the mirror. He bent down to hitch up the hem of his mauve off the shoulder gown getting a lovely view of the fabulous breasts of Irena as he did so. Once underneath the dress he sat down on the bed and carefully rode it up and slipped his manicured hand into his lacy panties. He then felt around until he located his vaginal lips and pushed his finger into his fake vagina. It was too dry and he'd need to attend to that before Wesley got here. He arched her nailed finger up until he found the g-spot. It wasn't really a real g-spot, but the sensors there reacted when it was touched and massaged his hidden penis. Good at least that was working. He slipped his hand back from under his dress and let it fall back down. He tested the left breast and then the right. The sensation in the nipples was going through to his own as they should. Having performed all the checks he headed to the bathroom and took out a little plastic bottle with a nozzle from his bath bag. The label on it said "Pussy Juice". He took the bottle and went back under his dress into his lacy panties and gave the bottle two squirts. He'd need it again if it was going to be a marathon session tonight.

There was a knock at the door and Irena put the little bottle away and pulled down his dress. At the door he checked the keyhole before letting Wesley in.

"Vesley are ve all to plan?"

"Yes my dear" Wesley replied as he put his case down in the room. "The wife thinks I have a conference all week in Scarborough so we have plenty of time together."

The fake Irena kissed him hungrily and ripped open his shirt massaging his chest. Wesley began massaging the fake Irena's breasts and the man inside moaned softly in appreciation as the sensations going through to his own nipples. Wesley moved around and unzipped Irena's dress which fell down to her ankles. She stepped out of it and undid the zip on his pants before easing her own sexy knickers down. Time to give him a taste of the goods as she pulled him back onto the bed and squirmed down until her face was level with his pants. Wesley's face was now level with her unwrapped pussy. She reached into his pants and pulled out his erect cock so she could begin swallowing it in her beautiful mouth. Wesley started repeating 'oh god' to himself but didn't reciprocate yet. She took her mouth away from his penis and said in her sexy sultry tones.

"I'm very very vet. Vould you like a taste." This time Wesley took the hint and began to lap at her cunt, his tongue flicking on the g-spot and sending waves of pleasure to the man beneath the suit. He started again on Wesley's penis expertly flicking it with his tongue. The beautiful Irena was driving his senses insane and it wasn't long until he came in her throat. It was too soon for the man in the Irena suit's liking but Irena obediently swallowed his cum and licked him off.

"Oh you iz zo good Vesley."

They fucked again a couple more times in the missionary position and Wesley lasted longer each time allowing the man in the suit to get the full pleasure out of it. Irena excused herself and went into the bathroom to pee, topping up her pussy with some more juice whilst she was there. She brought the handcuffs back in the bedroom with the whip and gently whipped him until he pretended to submit to the bondage. She shackled him down and massaged his cock until it came back to life. She then rode the strapped down man ensuring that his penis was rubbing on her fake g-spot. She'd already come three times in the suit and she figured that after this round she'd need a bath to clean out all his semen as well as his own. Wesley's penis was hard, but by now not as hard as it had been first time so she had to be careful how she rode him as she moaned in pleasure. After ten minutes of exertion he shot his load into her fake pussy and grunted with pleasure and pain. The man inside had come minutes before and had spent the last minutes ensuring Irena finished him off. She got off him her fake pussy dripping with his semen and headed to the bathroom where she locked the door.

"Where are you going? Don't leave me like this." Wesley whined.

"I'm just having ze bath dahlink. I vill be back in a while to play some more" the man in the Irena suit purred. He ran the warm bath with scented oils and opened the back of the suit slightly before he got into the bath. He washed out his fake pussy and felt the warm water enter the suit from the rear to start to wash away his own semen. Whilst he'd have liked to have relaxed in the bath for a while he knew he'd have to get back and see to his charge. He climbed out the bath and began drying the outside of the suit before reaching the towel down the back of the open suit to dry there. He was just about to refill his fake pussy with juice when he heard the bedroom door being kicked open and a man shout.

"This is the Police. Come out quietly with your hands up. " Shit he had to get out of here quickly. He looked at the small window opening in the bathroom and looked at the large breasts on the front on the suit. His full feminine bust would be too wide for the window. He had to get out of the suit quickly. He pulled the nail scissors from Irena's washing bag and began cutting at the latex to get out as quickly as he could.

"This is your final warning. Armed officers with be entering the room do not resist." The man cut the suit off below the hips and pulled everything above away since it was already open at the back. He still had the mask. arm pieces and legs on but he could squeeze through the window now. He threw a towel ahead of him and made his bid for freedom. The remains of the body of the beautiful Irena Galanov lay in ruins beside the bath.

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Anthony had called in sick on Monday so Angela could get ready for the tribunal. She turned up early, but had been forced to wait outside the room until she was called in. There were a number of other witnesses there including a Nigerian man that Angela recognised.

Angela was forced to wait as witness after witness was called into the room. She pre-occupied herself people watching and listening to the other witnesses badmouthing Theresa. It was possible that Angela's original plan might have worked, but she was starting to doubt it now. Still it may help offset some of the backlash that she would inevitably get. It was just as well that Angela had a backup plan.

Finally Angela was called into the tribunal. There were three Tribune judges at the table at the front of the room with copious notes in front of them. Sally Chang sat smugly to one side and Theresa sat on the other side looking very worried. On another day the Lord of Petty Revenges would have taken great satisfaction in seeing her take a fall, but today the Angel of Mercy had chosen to save her. Not for her sake, but for her loyal husband Mark.

The old man in the centre asked Angela her name.

"Angela Clemence" she replied and they dutifully wrote it down.

"And could you tell us how you know Theresa please?" The middle aged woman to the right asked her.

"Of course. Mrs Entwhistle-Houghton was a friend at school and she was marvellous when she helped me transition from being Andrew to Angela."

"You were a man?" The third man in a suit said incredulously.

"Yes." Angela replied ."I was but those days are gone and thanks to Theresa's help I'm much happier as a woman."

"I'm sorry I find it hard to believe." The suit exclaimed.

"Would it be easier if I spoke as I was." Anthony said in a modified form of his own voice.

"Incredible" the man responded.

"I'd like to add a little more evidence to this tribunal if I may" Angela asked simply.

"Yes, what is it my dear?" The old man said. Angela reached into her bag and produced some photos. She stepped over to the desk in her heels and placed them in front of the Tribunal Judges.

"These pictures were taken last Wednesday night. I think they clearly show Miss Chang working in her brother's Chinese restaurant as a waitress. I believe that you may find that she has not declared her second employment to either you or the tax man. I'm not sure that I would trust the word of a benefit cheat and someone who has broken her contract over a clearly reputable member of your staff."

The old man and the other two looked closely at the photos.

"So what have you to say for yourself Miss Chang?" The old judge asked.

"Can I go now?" Angela interrupted.

"Oh yes my dear. Thank you very much for bringing this to our attention." With that Angela sashayed from the room wiggling her bum as she went. She winked at Mr Umbowa as she headed out of the offices.

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Mark rang to thank Angela sometime later in the afternoon. Miss Chang had been sacked and reported to the police. Theresa had been let off with a stern warning on her record about her comments, but they had told her that her reference at the Immigration Welcome centre had shown that it must have been a one accidental comment.

Mark wanted to thank Angela for all that she'd done for them and offered to share some of the reward from the insurance company with Angela which she had gratefully accepted. Mark told Angela that they'd caught Mr Caplin the night before and he had eventually told them where the remaining money was in the face of overwhelming evidence against him. The police were apparently still looking for his accomplice in crime.

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Wesley Caplin had been answering questions for hours. The tape they'd played him was conclusive evidence of his guilt and he could hardly deny it so he'd told them everything for the chance of a more lenient sentence. They'd asked him about his accomplice and he'd told them that it was the model Irena Galanov. They'd then told him the most outrageous lie that it was actually a man in a high tec bodysuit. He'd refused to believe it no matter what they told him. He'd fucked her repeatedly and he knew the feel of a woman's pussy and he knew that no man could do the things she'd done.

It was only when they'd brought the remains of the cut up suit in for him to look at that he started to believe them and his world was shattered. The lovely pussy that he'd fucked was a tube that went into a padded hip and butt area. A pouch with thin metallic rings on the inside was connected to a thin tube that went to the urethra. Irena's lovely breasts were silicon breast forms built into the suit with a wire leading to a sensor pad on the inside that would connect to a man's nipple. It was clumsily cut off at the arms and below the hips but he could tell it was real. The outside of the pussy was real looking and the tuft of black pubic hairs above the vagina matched his view of Irena's quim when he was licking her out.

He'd fucked a fake - repeatedly. He'd fucked a man and he felt sick.

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Anthony had accepted Mark's offer of the money for two reasons. Firstly he and Anwyn would need the money to help pay for the wedding. Weddings were notoriously expensive affairs and he didn't have much in the way of savings. Secondly he needed a new wardrobe to put all the new clothes that Angela felt she deserved.

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The Queen of the Office had survived the revolt against her. She sat down on her sofa at home and reflected that perhaps she might try a little bit harder to cultivate people in the office so that she had more allies the next time something like this happened. She didn't think that she could stand having to grovel to someone like Angela again. I mean she had called her a bitch after all and that was something that was hard to forgive. Besides she'd worked something out that she'd not noticed at the time. Claire had drunk Champagne whilst at her house. Normally she would have refused as she was still going to her AA meetings. The fact that she hadn't had given her a clue that something was wrong. Yesterday she'd asked Claire whether she'd enjoyed the welcome home spread she'd put on that Monday. Claire had asked what she was talking about. Somehow that interloper into her sex had managed to get someone to impersonate Claire Hughes. She didn't know what she was going to do with that information yet, but for now she file it away for later.

Theresa had one final little barb to that Transsexual tart. She'd got them membership of the Country Club as she'd promised, but they were associate memberships. They'd need a member to sign them in each time they went there. It was a little strike back, but for now the Queen was happy that she had not given in completely in the face of adversary.

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Part VI

When Mark gets a call for a lucrative contract protecting a famous model at a fashion show in Cardiff, he seeks Angela's help to go undercover and root out an assassin.

Anthony must decide whether to take up Mark's offer, and having done he he gets invited to one of Theresa's little dinner parties to celebrate. But does Theresa has an ulterior motive for being nice to Angela and what does she hate more than Angela?

Anthony and Anwyn are preparing for their Wedding. Meanwhile Wesley Caplin escapes from Swansea Jail determined to get revenge on those who have wronged him. With Anwyn and Mark missing, Theresa and Angela have to team up to try and save the day. However now they must face the Moment of Truth, where someone has to take the bullet!

The new detective agency's is given an opportunity to try and find a flasher on the Swansea University campus. But it appears that the perpetrator is not always the same person, and is the actual mastermind a threat to Angela and Theresa?

Enwhistle Investigations is hired by a High School Principle in Swansea after a murder at the school. Angela is sent in undercover whilst Phillip and Mark seek other angles to the investigation. Who is committing the murders and why and can the team stop them?

Anthony has a problem. He's been selected for Jury Duty. The problem is so has Angela. Now he has to somehow deal with the problem of being both identities and then somehow survive a Jury rigged Mafia case.

When Angela gets a message to help her half brother Ian, Anthony feels guilty enough to put the Entwhistle Investigations resources at his disposal to get to the bottom of the mystery of a ghost who is haunting his bride to be.