Foundation, blusher, eye-shadow, mascara, she did thelot. The transformation was incredible, the male face with which I wasso familiar was gone, repla...ed by a face of such female beauty as to beimpossible. When Sarah came up behind me and slipped a blonde wig overmy hair, I was transfixed. This was me, the new me, and I felt great.At Beatrice's command, I stood up, tottering on the heels as I tried towalk, but surfing on the waves of power and pleasure I felt as I lookedin the long mirror at. He had set the stone jar into the hole and lit the tab, and the scent of frying bacon soon filled the air. Chris had gone about 50 yards away, and waved a white flag, so she could see his exact position, and settled in, wearing his Gilley Suit. THEY were READY.About an hour later, she had keyed her radio. The signal for a possible contact. Chris went on alert, and was aiming the night vision scope all around. Suddenly she hit the button twice. Imminent contact. Whatever she was. .. It's LadyAnn... It's Lady Ann Neville ain't it." He glanced toward the door, feelingembarrassed and awkward, worried somebody would overhear and rib him forit. "I ain't a man. I ain't a servant, me. I'm a right posh and stuck up birdwho--" God, this felt wrong. He felt like a complete twonk doing it. It didn'tfeel right at all. He knew intellectually that he used to be Lady Ann butevery particle of his mind and body told him that he wasn't her anymore.A huge biological compulsion wanted him. George forgot his worries, watching in awe as she opened her eyes. It was like watching the sunrise. She met his gaze and smiled a happy, tired smile, "Good morning, George." She moved in even closer to him and entwined her legs with his. She buried her face in his chest and scrunched her arms up between them. "Mmm, this is the best way to wake up ever," she said, her voice was a still froggy as it worked out the night's cobwebs.George had trouble responding. He had never imagined that.