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During the next few weeks Denise and I kept a close watch on Jack and made copies of all financial records and receipts without his being aware. Needless to say I was also paying close attention to my own physical development. Before another two months had gone by my bust development had continued and I was now wearing a B-cup in a bra. I was very sure of myself and only rarely even thought of my old role in life as a man. I was very content and made no secret of it to Denise. She was very happy that I had accepted my new status and we made dreamy plans for the future after we had solved our dilemma with Jack. Little did we realize the terror and tragedy that lay ahead for everyone.

It started as a rather routine Sunday morning. I had arisen early, dressed and gone down to the shop to make copies of the latest financial reports. While I was in the shop I failed to hear the door open and I was petrified with fear when I heard Jack's voice ask "Just what do you think you are doing in my desk?" My fear turned to fright when I saw that he had a .38 cal revolver in his hand. Despite my efforts to lie my way out of my compromising situation Jack knew exactly what I was doing and let me know in no uncertain terms.

I saw that Jack was looking at me in a very peculiar way and for the first time in my life I knew genuine feminine fear when Jack ordered me to strip! I started to hesitate but his harsh command to get moving started my trembling hands unbuttoning the front of my blouse. I removed the blouse and had started to slip down my skirt when he snarled at me to remove my bra. By now I was shaking so badly that I could not hold on to the back hooks long enough to undo them. Suddenly without any warning Jack snarled and reached out and ripped the flimsy piece of white cloth from my body. I fell back against a desk very conscious of my breasts standing exposed to view. The sight of my breasts caused Jack to lose all self control and he came at me like some kind of wild animal. In desperation I side- stepped him and screamed all at the same time and ran to the front office with Jack close behind. As I came into the front office I saw a police officer walking his beat pass by the window. Once again I screamed and threw a paperweight at the glass window. This at- tracted the officer and he immediately saw and understood the situa- tion. In no time, it seemed, he had kicked out the front door and had come to my aid. Jack, having seen the police, had escaped out the back door.

When the officer asked what had happened I told him I had been attacked by Jack and gave a description which another officer took

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