blonde, trying to repair the broken strap of her bra, her glee suddenly faded. "You ain't no woman at all!" She shot across the room towards a small picture on the wall, flicked it back and began to rapidly fiddle with the combination of the safe beyond.

Kicking her dress free and leaving the tattered remains of her bra, Candy went after the girl. The safe opened and the dark, metallic glint of a gun showed just as Candy threw herself onto Artemisia. She kicked out immediately at his groin -- but he was well protected there and he was able to hang on to her arm and pull her down on top of him. She was screaming with all her might and bit at his hand as he tried to close her mouth. He rolled her over with one leg and ended up on top but not before he had been bitten, scratched and punched in the mouth but he knew more about fighting than did she.

He managed to pin her shoulders to the floor with his stockinged knees and to sit on her stomach. Even as she pum- melled at him with her arms, he tore off the hem of his lacy black slip and pushed it into her mouth. Even as she chocked and tried to spit, the rest of the slip went over his head and he tied it firmly about her mouth. Then, with just gargled sounds in the room, he was able to turn her over. He undid a garter and rolled down one of his stockings, It served well as a rope to tie Artemisia's hands The other stocking he used to tie her legs. Then he lifted her straining body and threw her on the bed.

Heaving from his exertions, 'Candy' turned and looked at 'herself' in the wardrobe full length mirror. The wig was knocked askew and only his black, silk panties were properly in place. He'd lost one eyelash and there were red welts and scratches all over his body.

He took off the wig and shook out his own brown hair. With some brushing and combing, it began to look halfway decent, though he needed a visit to the hairdresser's badly.

He removed the other false eyelash and most of his flashy makeup. Some new mascara, a little eyeliner, brown eyeshadow and a touch of lipstick, and 'Candy' began to appear as she ought to be. She found a new bra, black and lacey. On the bed, Artemisia's eyes were huge but she was still and quiet as she watched the new woman appearing. Candy put on a new pair of black stockings, a black, silk slip and black, pleated skirt and a white top, rather sailorish, but serviceable.

"Well, Artie," Candy said, doing a little pirourette, enjoying the skirt twirling about her knees. "I may have no boobs, but everything else is in the right place, wouldn't you say?"

She crossed to the open safe and looked in. There was not

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