* * *

The week of waiting gave Jack more time to get used to being 'Wendy' in public. He was getting used to being called 'she'. She even thought of herself as a woman sometimes. When she was shopping for a new skirt, and tried it on in the fitting room, she looked at herself in the mirror. For the first time, she wasn't somewhat shocked or surprised to see a woman staring back at her. It was 'normal' now. She smiled. She was ready to move in.

When Thursday finally came, Wendy met up with Claire for dinner, then went in Claire's car to a large house in the suburbs where the meeting was to take place.

"Before we go in, we need to discuss something" she said.

"Sure Claire, what?"

"The organization you are going to join today wants to keep its existence secret, at least for now, until we grow large enough. You can't tell anyone what goes on here tonight."

"That's fair enough."

"Wendy, we did a background check on you to make sure you were a good candidate. I can see that you are a true believer in the cause. You were even willing to go to jail to stand up for women's rights."

Wendy nodded her head.

"The jail was a hell-hole, but it was worth it."

"So you understand that once you go in with me, you're in. If you have any doubts, we will turn around right now and go back home."

"I have no doubts. Lead on" said Wendy, starting to open the car door.

"Wait!" said Claire. She drove on a few blocks away. "In case you chickened out, I didn't want you to know where we really met. This on is it. Follow me."

They got out of the car, and walked in. They were greeted at the door by two women who appeared like friendly greeters. Wendy's trained eye saw that they were carrying guns. They were serious about security!

They had a drink and ate fruit, then went with the others to the basement for the actual meeting. Wendy tried not to show any emotion through the proceedings. From what she heard, things were worse than the FBI had ever imagined.

"Progress report?" asked the president.

"This week, we have successfully closed 87 cases. Thirty men who hit their wives are now feminized slaves to them. Twenty two men who verbally abuse their women were reprogrammed to express their anger by wearing women's clothes. and the other 35 were fully feminized."

"Excellent. District 2?"

"Yes Ma'am..." started another woman. District 2? This organization was far more advanced and far larger than ever imagined. Wendy gasped as the numbers added up across the country, then Europe and Asia. HQ needed to know this ASAP."

After the status was reported, there were speeches about women's rights, and how they must fight back against the bigger stronger males. Finally, the plans for the next week were announced. Each woman was to talk to other women they knew, and seek out more victims. Once the victims were identified, their male counterparts could be stopped. They would be reprogrammed and or feminized.

Wendy took mental notes, trying to remember the numbers, as well as the names and faces of the women in the meeting. Some were prominent women in the community, who she would never have suspected. But most were just plain, ordinary housewives and mothers. They had enough, and they had banded together to fight back.

* * *

Claire led Wendy on a tour of a facility in the other half of the basement. There were several men there, bound and gagged. Two were tied down, IV bags dripping into their arms, as they recovered from their surgeries. Others were hooked up to machines that hummed as they sat there glassy eyed.

"They are being reprogrammed" said Claire.

A woman brought up another man in a wheelchair, and strapped him in.

"Now comes the fun part" said Claire. "You get to push the button, and zap his mind. The device will erase some of his memories, and replace them with gentle feminine ones. In his mind, he will think that he has always been a woman. He will struggle with the fact that his body is male though, so to compensate, he will have an irresistible urge to wear women's clothes. He will only feel comfortable when he is feminine."

Wendy looked at the button. If she pushed it, she would be committing a crime. But if she denied Claire's request, her cover would be blown. She was paralyzed, and didn't know what to do.

"I don't know...destroying a person's mind?"

"He beats his wife Wendy. You are saving her. And you are freeing his mind, curing him. Do it!"

"I'm not sure I can..." said Wendy.

"I didn't think so. You FBI are too high and mighty to do the right thing" said Claire.

Wendy was stunned. Claire knew? How? It was only then that Wendy noticed Ellen had come into the room, and had been standing behind her. Ellen had a syringe full of a clear liquid, and before Wendy could turn, she had poked her arm and emptied it. The room began to spin.

"Sweet dreams babe" said Ellen.

* * *

When Wendy came to, she was lying on a table, strapped down. She saw an IV bag dripping into her arm. What had they done to her?

"Ah, she's awake" said Claire.

"Good, we can begin phase two" said Ellen in reply.

"What did you do to me?" said Wendy? She was shocked to hear her voice. It was now high pitched.

"Ready Ellen? Green light!" said Claire.

Ellen pushed a button, and Wendy's eyes glazed over as a feeling of euphoria swept over her. All was glowing and warm. Her mind was in chaos, being so upset and shocked. But slowly, things began to become orderly again. It all made sense now. She sighed. Everything was right.

"Tell me Wendy, about your girlhood" said Ellen as Wendy sat up in her bed and sipped her hot tea.

"Well, I would have to say it was the best time of my life. Things were so much simpler then! I thought that wearing the right clothes and having a boyfriend was all that mattered in the world. That was before I ever got a job, and learned what it was like to be sexually harassed."

"Yes, I know exactly what you mean" said Ellen, clasping Wendy's hand. Ellen had been such a good friend. She and Claire had spent a lot of time as Wendy recovered from her operation. She was so sad when they told her that they had to take out her uterus and ovaries. They gave her estrogen pills, which she had started taking every day. She was devastated that she would never be a mother. She decided that since she would never be able to have children now, she would dedicate her life to the cause.

* * *

A week later, Wendy walked into Anthony's office.

"What do you have to report?"

"Oh, nothing really. Just a bunch of women who get together and make a lot of noise, but there is nothing behind it."

"So Ellen misled us?"

"No, she thought it was the organization. But it wasn't the right one. She just never got close enough to them to find out."

"That's too bad."

"You should have trusted her more. Just because she's a woman, you didn't have to treat her like a child."

"I guess" said Anthony, not really caring.

"Listen, I would like to stay on this job for a while. Stay in my current persona. I'll keep looking for them, and when I find something, I'll report back to you."

"Good idea. You are doing such a good job of being a woman, that I would never have guessed that you're a man."

"I *am* a woman" said Wendy.

"Good. Keep up the cover. Very convincing. Now go find them" said Anthony, showing her the door.

She didn't understand him. Why didn't he understand that she *was* a woman? She had always been a woman, and that's why she got the job in the first place. Ugh. Men. Who could ever understand them?

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