Chapter 22

The next morning Ronald Milson rang. Mr Timpson wanted to arrange another meeting with her. Lisa listened to Milson's condescending tone and thought, "Fuck him!" No-one talks like that to me like that. She told him she was fully booked for that week, sorry!

He rang again that afternoon. She knew he would, so she had left the telephone answering machine on. She laughed as she heard Milson used a softer tone to plead with her to call him urgently. "All going to plan!" she laughed. "Let him sweat a bit..."

Tuesday came and she suffered two pathetic tricks who shot their bolt too quickly and left. She decided to rate her clients and ban those that failed her sexually. No matter how much they offered her, they would be put on her lifetime ban list.

A date for her driving test arrived. It was in two weeks time. Great, she thought. Once I'm mobile, watch out world! Her period failed to arrive as expected. She was now three weeks gone and her breasts started to expand as before. Lisa waited expectantly for the rest of her bodily expansion. That would be interesting!

Wednesday brought a phone call from Milson and then she was honoured by a call from Thomas Timpson himself. Both received the answering machine. But at least his lordship had deigned to call her in person. She waited.

By Friday, Lisa was gagging for a shag... Joe came home from college and she was waiting with her white basque, black stockings and highest heels on. She was going to screw his balls off! She pulled her tits out of the top of the basque so that they were supported and looked even bigger. Strangely, though, Joe was half hearted about the whole thing. Despite all her usual tricks, he failed to rise to the occasion. Frustrated and pissed off she chucked him out of her room. What's eating him? She wondered...

She logged onto the Internet and searched on the word "Progesterone". Trawling through the results, she found a page on transsexuals. There was a medical article describing an unwanted side effect that meant users lost their sex drive. Was this what was happening to her brother? Reading on, she discovered that doctors used additional Testosterone to counteract the effect. Lisa knew where she could get some of that. Joe's recovery would begin this weekend, she smiled.

Stealing a huge amount of the drug from Richard's laboratory, she started to dose Joe's drinks with it on the Sunday evening. By the following Thursday, she benefited from the results. Joe screwed her all evening. She lay in bed that night feeling sore from his attentions. His semen leaking from both her vagina and backside...

The next morning, the front door bell rang. Thinking it was the postman, she opened the door. "Hello, Eleanor." said Thomas Timpson. "I hope you're not angry with me for calling at your home."

"Thomas!" she gasped, "How did you find out where I lived?"

"Please let me come in and I'll explain all." He pleaded.

She opened the door and gestured for him to enter. "Eleanor, you didn't return my calls. Have I offended you? " he asked anxiously.

"You said you would explain how you found my address." She reminded him.

"Oh! Yes. Sorry. You can get that information from Private Detectives with friends at the phone company. I had to see you." He apologised.

"Private Detectives!" she shouted, pretending to be shocked. "You've had Private Detectives spying on me!"