Martin Hastings
"A Lady No More"
Chapter 7
"Should I Stay or Should I Go"
Martin looked stunned. It was too much information all at once. It was not the fact that the Baron was dead. He understood all that and welcomed the news and the end of this marriage, but the fact that Sarah and Darren were trying to convince him to remain Lady Vargos, the grieving widow. Martin wanted to end this now not keep it going. He wanted nothing to do with their plan.
"Listen to me Martin," Sarah said looking at him sternly. "You are worth a lot of money. You stand to inherit great power and influence if we do this right. Don't squander this away. The Baron took a huge risk gamble in his business and he didn't expect to die in the mean time. He didn't think ahead crossing all his T's and dotting his I's."
"What does that have to do with me wearing a dress Sarah?" he asked not understanding. "I don't want to dress like a woman anymore. I'm tired of people looking at me like I'm a freak of some kind. I'm not! I thought that dressing like a woman was the Baron's thing."
"The Baron and his mother have been having an argument over the investment money he used. She wanted a bigger allowance from his wealth. The Baron also used your inheritance to create this deal. The problem was he couldn't just use your money directly because of the structured rules of the arranged marriage agreement."
"What rules?"
"Your husband could control your use of your money. He could give you an allowance of what was already yours as he felt you needed, but he couldn't spend or invest it himself in any large amounts, without you being a part. So, he secretly, without your knowledge made you an equal partner on a contract to be able to use your resources as collateral till the deal was done. Then he would have removed you from the partnership, leaving him 51% ownership and he was going to force you to hand over all your money to him in the divorce settlement. Funny, you had more rights as his business partner than his spouse."
"OK, I have his money now, or at least a large part of it. Why do I have to stay here dressing like a woman?"
"He died. As a partner in that business venture and still, his legal spouse, all the resources become yours now. Since you were his wife. You are the wealthiest person in this country Lady Vargos."
"I am not Lady Vargos any more. I am Martin Hastings."
"Well not yet, you are still legally Marcia Vargos," Sarah said with a smile understanding his desire to move on quickly, "But I want you to consider remaining Lady Vargos for now. Till you bury the Baron and we can get your finances in order."
"I hate him, and I hate being Lady Vargos just as much," Martin said in an aggressive tone. "I want to leave this place."
"I know you do, at least now, but we can pretend you cared about him for the public. Have a large funeral so the community can attend and make sure their sympathies are with you."
"You think these people are sympathetic to me and my situation? Obviously your don't understand these people."
"No I do not, but I do understand they will pretend and that's all we need for now. Wear black while you are in mourning," she said looking up at him and then finishing, "and cover your face with your Bliss Mask or something like that. It would be a nice touch in the old traditional mourning."
"No. No pretend mourning and I will not be put in that mask again."
"It would make quite a statement for the public to see you doing such a thing. Poor Lady Vargos is suffering so much at the loss of her loving husband. The public would eat it up. The public would not see your face."
"Why do I care what the public thinks?" he snapped. "Do I control things now or not?" he asked Sarah bluntly.
"More than you know Martin," she said standing up and looking him eye to eye.
"What do I know about this business deal anyway. I don't have the know how to do these things. I was not involved in the business and if it requires me to pretend I'm a woman to do it, I'm not interested."
"But you know someone who does know," she said.
"Who?" Martin looked puzzled.
"John Hastings. Your step mother. He ran your father's affairs here before they were married. He was your father's right hand man."
"You mean Dorothy? Why would I help that ungrateful sadistic bastard? My dad left him money," Martin spewed venom.
"He was a financial genius for your father. He was forced to marry your father when he came here, the same as you were forced to marry the Baron. He had little public attention as he was kept locked up in the estate most of the time, while your father was on business trips and pretending he was married to your step mother Missy."
"Don't even think it," Martin snapped.
"You are not going to be sleeping with him Martin, just giving him back some dignity he lost, a great position in the company and of course you will use him for your own interest in the financial field."
"Dignity? I'm the one that has lost his dignity. Why would I do something for all these people that I should be exacting revenge on? I can't take this all at once. I need to think."
"Martin we will work to structure a working lifestyle that takes the pressure off you. How about we build this a little at a time. We will do a lot of talking for you behind the scenes and you can tell us what you think of our endeavors. I need you to sign power of attorney over to me for 90 days so I can get this business venture securely in your favor."
"Is this estate mine now?" he said looking out the window at it.
"Yes, there are some legal things that need to be worked out but it is basically yours," she said with a smile.
"Why do I need you to act in my stead then."
"Because this is bigger than you know Martin. Your inheritance money from your father is safe and not being placed under me, so I can't take it from you with this document, but it does allows me to cut the scum out, and get the Baron's affairs in order for you to take over."
"Can Constance fuck this up?" he said still staring out the window.
"She is very dependent on you now for her social standing which is very important to her as you know. She has some money, but not enough to move and become anything other than a retired eccentric. You now have the upper hand I believe."
"Can I throw her out?"
"I suppose so, but once again would that be a wise move? Think about it for awhile. Don't make quick decisions on these things right now. The time will come. You can make demands of her later if you wish, but for now you must remain Lady Vargos. I took the liberty of having a few thing brought over for you from the manor. There are a couple of dresses in the bedroom for you."
"I'm not wearing dresses."
"Why not? It's all anybody here as ever seen you wear. It's what they really expect to see you wearing."
When Darren came back in a while later Martin was quick to have a word with him. He needed more input. He was confused. Why would he remain here and be Lady Vargos any longer than he had to? He had the power to leave now.
Martin wore jeans and had on a pair of flat sandals exposing his red toenails. A red peasant blouse, but he wore no bra and his hair was just pulled back and hadn't been fixed in some time.
"What do you think of all this Darren? Tell me what you honestly think is best in your eyes. Sarah says I need to remain Lady Vargos, dressing as a woman and acting like the Baron's passing was a terrible tragedy. I'm not for that at all."
"I think you should stay here. Move into the mansion, continue being Lady Vargos, but become even more eccentric in your emotional suffering."
"More eccentric? How do you mean? There is no emotional suffering here Darren." Martin looked concerned.
"Well your husband has just died. You two lived an eccentric lifestyle in the eyes of the public. You are so overcome with grief. Maybe you do make some extreme fashion move like dye your hair pink."
"Dye my hair pink? Are you insane?" Martin said looking at him as if he was looking for a more realistic answer.
"Yes, or shave your head even. A very drastic but visible image change that will mark the day you began mourning the man you loved."
"Stop saying that,"Martin said in a low tone.
"Then you begin putting the entire social scene at your mercy like the Baron did. They will still want the donations and esteem of being in your company. They will kiss your ass, and quite literally I might add if you tell them to."
"Darren, this is not a fantasy request for you, I need to have women in my life," Martin said. "I need to feel like a man again. I need to be a man again. I don't need these people to be intimidated by me I need to leave them all together."
"Then have women in your life Martin. Living here you can have beautiful concubines anytime you want. With your stature, and social prominence, I'm sure most women would jump at the chance to marry you even if you were still dressing as Lady Vargos all the time, and if not, and you found a woman you really wanted you could simply have a marriage arranged with her family and take her."
"I would never do that to someone," Martin snorted. It is a horrible concept."
"Really? To nobody?" Darren said not believing him totally.
"Well, there are a few people who should have to experience what I did as punishment to see what it is like, but I still am against the idea of forcing a man to marry another man."
"What about two women?" Sarah said stepping into the room now.
"It's not the same Sarah. Why is it accepted practice that I have no choice but to allow another man to put his cock in my mouth whenever he feels like it? Why do I have to choke on his dick while he pleasures himself by humping my face and then filling my mouth with his cum just because a piece of paper says I'm his wife. Then he holds me down and can fuck my asshole just because other people have agreed I should be placed in a marriage with him. It is so demeaning to me as a person, especially since I'm a straight man. And add the humiliation, the fact that I'm forced to dress like a woman for the public to laugh at. Women don't have those issue." Martin was on tears as he finished up his statement.
"Yes they do Martin. Many women in so called normal marriages deal with everything you just described from their husbands all the time."
"It's not the same. I am a man. I don't want another man's cock in my mouth."
"Neither do a lot of women, but they have to do it just like you. Never mind," Sarah said with a disappointed stare at the sexism he had just displayed.
Martin had a tear run down his face. It was all so frustrating with people always suggesting the forced gay aspect and cross gender dressing didn't add to the perversion and humiliation of his experience. Darren softly spoke up again.
"Martin, think about the options and lifestyle you have available here. Is any of this legal or can you have this where you are from? I'm speaking of concubines and public acceptance of eccentric behavior, I don't think so." Darren continued.
"And what about you. Are you thinking I will still have sex with you if I'm here dressed as Lady Vargos? Is that why you are so opinionated on this? Why don't you have a boy/girl concubine suck your dick every night?"
"Well Martin, first off you are forgetting a few things and that was an unintended snobbish answer. Wealthy people like you sometimes forget that most common people, like me, are not wealthy. You get special treatment in your Ivory Towers. Concubines are high class sex professionals. Only the very wealthy can afford them, and there are laws that make concubines legal, and even an accepted form of conduct among the elite as long as the spouse has met and approved the concubine first."
"High class whores you mean," Martin retorted.
"No, whores are the girls that are doing it as a way of making a little money to get by on and cater to people like me. That the state calls prostitution, and it is not legal. Kind of hypocritical don't you think? As long as they are working through the concubine firms, and meet their so called high standards, they are seen as fine young lady's of comfort."
"So I was a lucky catch for you. You were advertising in a paper. You would like to see this relationship with me continue, with me dressed as Lady Vargos, with my butt cheeks spread wide, ready for your pleasure."
"Martin you keep asking me that. I have only ever had sex with you at your request. I never asked you for sex or forced myself on you, nor would I," Darren said with a warm smile. "You are not attracted to men at all because you are not gay, but how many men have you had sexual encounters with since you have been here Martin?" Darren said to Martin's surprise. Sarah stood with her arms folded waiting for the answer.
"I don't really know. Too many I can tell you that."
"Ten maybe? More? That's a lot of men in a short time Martin. Well nobody can legally force you to do such things any more."
"I can't continue to just do all this. It goes against the nature of who I am, and it is all just so perverse. I don't know why you are even asking me to continue."
"Everybody was in this for the money weren't they? Use your money and new position. Hire them back. Make them work for you. The women that used to turn you into Lady Vargos every morning, bring them back."
"Leanne? She did things to me Darren that I can't forgive."
"Then don't forgive her but remember she was doing it for the money, not because it was you she was working on. It will make it easier for you to remain Lady Vargos for now. It was not personal to her."
"It was personal to me! I do not want to be Lady Vargos."
"We know that. Bring in beautiful female concubines to pleasure you in your bed while the funeral is being arranged. Bring three to four women in at a time if you like. Then see how you feel about things," Darren said.
"I need to establish my manhood. You have no idea what it's like to be forced to be a woman when you're a straight man."
"Fine. Find a girl and have a secret vacation. Be the man for her and the public you are visiting, but when you return become Lady Vargos again."
"Listen Martin," Sarah chimed in. "We are trying to help you. We know you don't want to be Lady Vargos. What real man would want to have to dress as a woman all day everyday. But we feel you need to at least for now. Please try and understand."
"I can't just do something like this to myself."
Sarah looked at Darren.
"Martin, why don't you go in the bedroom and put on one of the dresses and a pair of heels that I had brought down, and we can go up to the mansion and begin re-establishing you there."
"You want me to put on a dress to go to the mansion. See, why is that so important? Why do I need to wear a dress? Who cares any more?"
"Martin please just do it," Sarah said irritated. "If you want to follow the quickest path to getting this all done and your affairs in order, you will put on the dress."
Martin stood and looked at Darren for a moment, then went into the bedroom.
Ten minutes later Martin stepped out wearing a white summer dress with the red 6" heels he had been banished in. As a small concession to his attitude in wearing the dress, neither Darren or Sarah commented on the fact he wasn't wearing a padded bra.
"Alright, are you all happy now. I'm wearing a dress again," Martin said throwing his hands up in he air.
"Let's go up to the mansion and get you settled back in," Darren said opening the door.
Little was said as Martin, Darren, and Sarah walked up the sidewalk that Martin had been forced to walk completely naked before when he was thrown out.
Martin stepped inside the mansion and Darren led him down the hall to the bedroom that Martin and the Baron had shared as husband and wife.
When the door were opened there stood Leanne. She acted as if she had never been gone.
"Lady Vargos, I'm so sad to hear about the loss of your husband," she said sincerely.
"What is she doing here?" Martin said looking at Darren trying to pull his arm away and now realizing Darren had a very firm grip on him. "Let go of me," Martin said trying to pull away again.
"Sorry Martin," Darren said pulling Martin's hand behind his back. Sarah then handcuffed Martin's wrist together.
"What are you doing?" Martin teared up. "Why? I thought you were helping me," he said feeling a sudden since of betrayal.
"We are Martin," Sarah said, "I'm afraid you may try and leave before you realize the magnitude of your situation. I have to do this to protect you from yourself, at least for now. I hope you will forgive us, and I think you will."
"I don't understand?" Martin sobbed all confused.
"I'm ready for him in the next room," Leanne said as she and Darren led Martin away.
Sarah made a few calls, and then she followed them in. Martin was crying with a steady flow of tears. He found himself once again strapped in Leanne's styling chair. His mouth had been taped shut.
"Martin please listen to me. We are trying to help you. Darren has two beautiful concubine women coming to be with you tonight. There will be no more of you having to perform with men."
Martin glared at her through his tears.
"But for now you will have to remain Lady Vargos, and like you said you can't bring yourself to do this on your own. You don't want to dress like a woman, so we are going to do it for you. I guess in some ways we are helping you."
"UUMMPPHHHH!!!"
"We will be back a little later after you have regained your composure and have further discussions."
Leanne and Sarah looked at each other. Sarah and Darren left the room. Leanne placed a cape around Martin's neck and then put on a plastic apron.
"Well here we are again Mrs. Vargos," she said running her fingers through his hair. "I'm going to give you a dye job. Bubble gum pink. A nice summer color," she said.
"UUMMPPHH!!!!" Martin fought back for a moment as the chair was reclined and his head placed in the shampoo sink. Martin continued helplessly with his muted screams.
The mixture was then applied to his hair. As she dyed his hair Martin remembered how Darren had suggested this. This had already been planned for him. How much more was already planned? Martin's red nails dug into his palms as he made fist of frustration.
"Oh Mrs. Vargos, you will be the talk of the town," Leanne said looking at his hair as it slowly changed from blonde to his new pink color.
"A Lady No More"
Chapter 7
"Should I Stay or Should I Go"
Martin looked stunned. It was too much information all at once. It was not the fact that the Baron was dead. He understood all that and welcomed the news and the end of this marriage, but the fact that Sarah and Darren were trying to convince him to remain Lady Vargos, the grieving widow. Martin wanted to end this now not keep it going. He wanted nothing to do with their plan.
"Listen to me Martin," Sarah said looking at him sternly. "You are worth a lot of money. You stand to inherit great power and influence if we do this right. Don't squander this away. The Baron took a huge risk gamble in his business and he didn't expect to die in the mean time. He didn't think ahead crossing all his T's and dotting his I's."
"What does that have to do with me wearing a dress Sarah?" he asked not understanding. "I don't want to dress like a woman anymore. I'm tired of people looking at me like I'm a freak of some kind. I'm not! I thought that dressing like a woman was the Baron's thing."
"The Baron and his mother have been having an argument over the investment money he used. She wanted a bigger allowance from his wealth. The Baron also used your inheritance to create this deal. The problem was he couldn't just use your money directly because of the structured rules of the arranged marriage agreement."
"What rules?"
"Your husband could control your use of your money. He could give you an allowance of what was already yours as he felt you needed, but he couldn't spend or invest it himself in any large amounts, without you being a part. So, he secretly, without your knowledge made you an equal partner on a contract to be able to use your resources as collateral till the deal was done. Then he would have removed you from the partnership, leaving him 51% ownership and he was going to force you to hand over all your money to him in the divorce settlement. Funny, you had more rights as his business partner than his spouse."
"OK, I have his money now, or at least a large part of it. Why do I have to stay here dressing like a woman?"
"He died. As a partner in that business venture and still, his legal spouse, all the resources become yours now. Since you were his wife. You are the wealthiest person in this country Lady Vargos."
"I am not Lady Vargos any more. I am Martin Hastings."
"Well not yet, you are still legally Marcia Vargos," Sarah said with a smile understanding his desire to move on quickly, "But I want you to consider remaining Lady Vargos for now. Till you bury the Baron and we can get your finances in order."
"I hate him, and I hate being Lady Vargos just as much," Martin said in an aggressive tone. "I want to leave this place."
"I know you do, at least now, but we can pretend you cared about him for the public. Have a large funeral so the community can attend and make sure their sympathies are with you."
"You think these people are sympathetic to me and my situation? Obviously your don't understand these people."
"No I do not, but I do understand they will pretend and that's all we need for now. Wear black while you are in mourning," she said looking up at him and then finishing, "and cover your face with your Bliss Mask or something like that. It would be a nice touch in the old traditional mourning."
"No. No pretend mourning and I will not be put in that mask again."
"It would make quite a statement for the public to see you doing such a thing. Poor Lady Vargos is suffering so much at the loss of her loving husband. The public would eat it up. The public would not see your face."
"Why do I care what the public thinks?" he snapped. "Do I control things now or not?" he asked Sarah bluntly.
"More than you know Martin," she said standing up and looking him eye to eye.
"What do I know about this business deal anyway. I don't have the know how to do these things. I was not involved in the business and if it requires me to pretend I'm a woman to do it, I'm not interested."
"But you know someone who does know," she said.
"Who?" Martin looked puzzled.
"John Hastings. Your step mother. He ran your father's affairs here before they were married. He was your father's right hand man."
"You mean Dorothy? Why would I help that ungrateful sadistic bastard? My dad left him money," Martin spewed venom.
"He was a financial genius for your father. He was forced to marry your father when he came here, the same as you were forced to marry the Baron. He had little public attention as he was kept locked up in the estate most of the time, while your father was on business trips and pretending he was married to your step mother Missy."
"Don't even think it," Martin snapped.
"You are not going to be sleeping with him Martin, just giving him back some dignity he lost, a great position in the company and of course you will use him for your own interest in the financial field."
"Dignity? I'm the one that has lost his dignity. Why would I do something for all these people that I should be exacting revenge on? I can't take this all at once. I need to think."
"Martin we will work to structure a working lifestyle that takes the pressure off you. How about we build this a little at a time. We will do a lot of talking for you behind the scenes and you can tell us what you think of our endeavors. I need you to sign power of attorney over to me for 90 days so I can get this business venture securely in your favor."
"Is this estate mine now?" he said looking out the window at it.
"Yes, there are some legal things that need to be worked out but it is basically yours," she said with a smile.
"Why do I need you to act in my stead then."
"Because this is bigger than you know Martin. Your inheritance money from your father is safe and not being placed under me, so I can't take it from you with this document, but it does allows me to cut the scum out, and get the Baron's affairs in order for you to take over."
"Can Constance fuck this up?" he said still staring out the window.
"She is very dependent on you now for her social standing which is very important to her as you know. She has some money, but not enough to move and become anything other than a retired eccentric. You now have the upper hand I believe."
"Can I throw her out?"
"I suppose so, but once again would that be a wise move? Think about it for awhile. Don't make quick decisions on these things right now. The time will come. You can make demands of her later if you wish, but for now you must remain Lady Vargos. I took the liberty of having a few thing brought over for you from the manor. There are a couple of dresses in the bedroom for you."
"I'm not wearing dresses."
"Why not? It's all anybody here as ever seen you wear. It's what they really expect to see you wearing."
When Darren came back in a while later Martin was quick to have a word with him. He needed more input. He was confused. Why would he remain here and be Lady Vargos any longer than he had to? He had the power to leave now.
Martin wore jeans and had on a pair of flat sandals exposing his red toenails. A red peasant blouse, but he wore no bra and his hair was just pulled back and hadn't been fixed in some time.
"What do you think of all this Darren? Tell me what you honestly think is best in your eyes. Sarah says I need to remain Lady Vargos, dressing as a woman and acting like the Baron's passing was a terrible tragedy. I'm not for that at all."
"I think you should stay here. Move into the mansion, continue being Lady Vargos, but become even more eccentric in your emotional suffering."
"More eccentric? How do you mean? There is no emotional suffering here Darren." Martin looked concerned.
"Well your husband has just died. You two lived an eccentric lifestyle in the eyes of the public. You are so overcome with grief. Maybe you do make some extreme fashion move like dye your hair pink."
"Dye my hair pink? Are you insane?" Martin said looking at him as if he was looking for a more realistic answer.
"Yes, or shave your head even. A very drastic but visible image change that will mark the day you began mourning the man you loved."
"Stop saying that,"Martin said in a low tone.
"Then you begin putting the entire social scene at your mercy like the Baron did. They will still want the donations and esteem of being in your company. They will kiss your ass, and quite literally I might add if you tell them to."
"Darren, this is not a fantasy request for you, I need to have women in my life," Martin said. "I need to feel like a man again. I need to be a man again. I don't need these people to be intimidated by me I need to leave them all together."
"Then have women in your life Martin. Living here you can have beautiful concubines anytime you want. With your stature, and social prominence, I'm sure most women would jump at the chance to marry you even if you were still dressing as Lady Vargos all the time, and if not, and you found a woman you really wanted you could simply have a marriage arranged with her family and take her."
"I would never do that to someone," Martin snorted. It is a horrible concept."
"Really? To nobody?" Darren said not believing him totally.
"Well, there are a few people who should have to experience what I did as punishment to see what it is like, but I still am against the idea of forcing a man to marry another man."
"What about two women?" Sarah said stepping into the room now.
"It's not the same Sarah. Why is it accepted practice that I have no choice but to allow another man to put his cock in my mouth whenever he feels like it? Why do I have to choke on his dick while he pleasures himself by humping my face and then filling my mouth with his cum just because a piece of paper says I'm his wife. Then he holds me down and can fuck my asshole just because other people have agreed I should be placed in a marriage with him. It is so demeaning to me as a person, especially since I'm a straight man. And add the humiliation, the fact that I'm forced to dress like a woman for the public to laugh at. Women don't have those issue." Martin was on tears as he finished up his statement.
"Yes they do Martin. Many women in so called normal marriages deal with everything you just described from their husbands all the time."
"It's not the same. I am a man. I don't want another man's cock in my mouth."
"Neither do a lot of women, but they have to do it just like you. Never mind," Sarah said with a disappointed stare at the sexism he had just displayed.
Martin had a tear run down his face. It was all so frustrating with people always suggesting the forced gay aspect and cross gender dressing didn't add to the perversion and humiliation of his experience. Darren softly spoke up again.
"Martin, think about the options and lifestyle you have available here. Is any of this legal or can you have this where you are from? I'm speaking of concubines and public acceptance of eccentric behavior, I don't think so." Darren continued.
"And what about you. Are you thinking I will still have sex with you if I'm here dressed as Lady Vargos? Is that why you are so opinionated on this? Why don't you have a boy/girl concubine suck your dick every night?"
"Well Martin, first off you are forgetting a few things and that was an unintended snobbish answer. Wealthy people like you sometimes forget that most common people, like me, are not wealthy. You get special treatment in your Ivory Towers. Concubines are high class sex professionals. Only the very wealthy can afford them, and there are laws that make concubines legal, and even an accepted form of conduct among the elite as long as the spouse has met and approved the concubine first."
"High class whores you mean," Martin retorted.
"No, whores are the girls that are doing it as a way of making a little money to get by on and cater to people like me. That the state calls prostitution, and it is not legal. Kind of hypocritical don't you think? As long as they are working through the concubine firms, and meet their so called high standards, they are seen as fine young lady's of comfort."
"So I was a lucky catch for you. You were advertising in a paper. You would like to see this relationship with me continue, with me dressed as Lady Vargos, with my butt cheeks spread wide, ready for your pleasure."
"Martin you keep asking me that. I have only ever had sex with you at your request. I never asked you for sex or forced myself on you, nor would I," Darren said with a warm smile. "You are not attracted to men at all because you are not gay, but how many men have you had sexual encounters with since you have been here Martin?" Darren said to Martin's surprise. Sarah stood with her arms folded waiting for the answer.
"I don't really know. Too many I can tell you that."
"Ten maybe? More? That's a lot of men in a short time Martin. Well nobody can legally force you to do such things any more."
"I can't continue to just do all this. It goes against the nature of who I am, and it is all just so perverse. I don't know why you are even asking me to continue."
"Everybody was in this for the money weren't they? Use your money and new position. Hire them back. Make them work for you. The women that used to turn you into Lady Vargos every morning, bring them back."
"Leanne? She did things to me Darren that I can't forgive."
"Then don't forgive her but remember she was doing it for the money, not because it was you she was working on. It will make it easier for you to remain Lady Vargos for now. It was not personal to her."
"It was personal to me! I do not want to be Lady Vargos."
"We know that. Bring in beautiful female concubines to pleasure you in your bed while the funeral is being arranged. Bring three to four women in at a time if you like. Then see how you feel about things," Darren said.
"I need to establish my manhood. You have no idea what it's like to be forced to be a woman when you're a straight man."
"Fine. Find a girl and have a secret vacation. Be the man for her and the public you are visiting, but when you return become Lady Vargos again."
"Listen Martin," Sarah chimed in. "We are trying to help you. We know you don't want to be Lady Vargos. What real man would want to have to dress as a woman all day everyday. But we feel you need to at least for now. Please try and understand."
"I can't just do something like this to myself."
Sarah looked at Darren.
"Martin, why don't you go in the bedroom and put on one of the dresses and a pair of heels that I had brought down, and we can go up to the mansion and begin re-establishing you there."
"You want me to put on a dress to go to the mansion. See, why is that so important? Why do I need to wear a dress? Who cares any more?"
"Martin please just do it," Sarah said irritated. "If you want to follow the quickest path to getting this all done and your affairs in order, you will put on the dress."
Martin stood and looked at Darren for a moment, then went into the bedroom.
Ten minutes later Martin stepped out wearing a white summer dress with the red 6" heels he had been banished in. As a small concession to his attitude in wearing the dress, neither Darren or Sarah commented on the fact he wasn't wearing a padded bra.
"Alright, are you all happy now. I'm wearing a dress again," Martin said throwing his hands up in he air.
"Let's go up to the mansion and get you settled back in," Darren said opening the door.
Little was said as Martin, Darren, and Sarah walked up the sidewalk that Martin had been forced to walk completely naked before when he was thrown out.
Martin stepped inside the mansion and Darren led him down the hall to the bedroom that Martin and the Baron had shared as husband and wife.
When the door were opened there stood Leanne. She acted as if she had never been gone.
"Lady Vargos, I'm so sad to hear about the loss of your husband," she said sincerely.
"What is she doing here?" Martin said looking at Darren trying to pull his arm away and now realizing Darren had a very firm grip on him. "Let go of me," Martin said trying to pull away again.
"Sorry Martin," Darren said pulling Martin's hand behind his back. Sarah then handcuffed Martin's wrist together.
"What are you doing?" Martin teared up. "Why? I thought you were helping me," he said feeling a sudden since of betrayal.
"We are Martin," Sarah said, "I'm afraid you may try and leave before you realize the magnitude of your situation. I have to do this to protect you from yourself, at least for now. I hope you will forgive us, and I think you will."
"I don't understand?" Martin sobbed all confused.
"I'm ready for him in the next room," Leanne said as she and Darren led Martin away.
Sarah made a few calls, and then she followed them in. Martin was crying with a steady flow of tears. He found himself once again strapped in Leanne's styling chair. His mouth had been taped shut.
"Martin please listen to me. We are trying to help you. Darren has two beautiful concubine women coming to be with you tonight. There will be no more of you having to perform with men."
Martin glared at her through his tears.
"But for now you will have to remain Lady Vargos, and like you said you can't bring yourself to do this on your own. You don't want to dress like a woman, so we are going to do it for you. I guess in some ways we are helping you."
"UUMMPPHHHH!!!"
"We will be back a little later after you have regained your composure and have further discussions."
Leanne and Sarah looked at each other. Sarah and Darren left the room. Leanne placed a cape around Martin's neck and then put on a plastic apron.
"Well here we are again Mrs. Vargos," she said running her fingers through his hair. "I'm going to give you a dye job. Bubble gum pink. A nice summer color," she said.
"UUMMPPHH!!!!" Martin fought back for a moment as the chair was reclined and his head placed in the shampoo sink. Martin continued helplessly with his muted screams.
The mixture was then applied to his hair. As she dyed his hair Martin remembered how Darren had suggested this. This had already been planned for him. How much more was already planned? Martin's red nails dug into his palms as he made fist of frustration.
"Oh Mrs. Vargos, you will be the talk of the town," Leanne said looking at his hair as it slowly changed from blonde to his new pink color.
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