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The Victorian
by Sarah Miller
THUMP. Thump. Helen was startled by the load noises coming
from upstairs. It sounded as though something heavy had
fallen over, but there was little furniture up there. Only
David, doing some cleaning and prepping for a new coat of
paint. Concerned, she bounded up the stairs two at a time.
"Honey, are you all right?! Sounded like the roof caved in.
David?" She looked around the open area that comprised a
large area of the second floor, but didn't see him.
"Umpf!" came a very angry male voice through a closet door.
Helen poked her head through the door and was astounded to
find a large panel removed from the back wall, and another
room hiding behind the closet. She waded through the boxes on
the closet floor and peeked into the other room.
David was flat on his back with a large wooden chest on top of
him. He looked to be in some considerable pain. Helen ran to
him and managed to get the wooden object off of him. It was
very heavy, so she checked for broken bones, especially ribs.
Being an Emergency Room Nurse came in handy with David around,
especially since they'd moved into this ramshackle, run-down
house and started the fix up work. He did seem to be a bit
accident prone.
But this time, David was OK, just a bit sore. The chest had
come from a high shelf, and he'd underestimated its weight.
Looking around, Helen saw that there were several of these
chests, now scattered amid the dust on the floor. The room
also held a small dresser and mirror and a couple of padded
wooden chairs. The furniture seemed to be almost as old as
the house. There was no window, but light came from a cheap
1930's era fixture.
"Wow," was all Helen could say.
"Yeah," David answered, sitting down. "I found this when I
was scrubbing down the closet walls. The back wall had some
give to it, so I looked it over and found how the panel comes
out. Looks like somebody's hideout or something. I wanted to
take a look in the chests. If it's anything decent, we can
use it to decorate, or maybe sell so we can afford to do a
little more fixing."
While he was talking, Helen undid the latches on the chest
which had attacked David. None of the chests were locked.
Opening it, she found stacks of very old women's clothes.
Another chest yielded men's clothing of the same age. A third
one held a jewelry box filled with costume jewelry and a lot
of books. Some of them might bring a good price. There were
lots more boxes, but Helen was more interested in the clothes,
and began looking through them.
"This stuff is positively Victorian," she said, pulling out a
dress. "Look at this thing."
The dress in question was a rose colored satin with a high
lace neck and was quite long. Looking puzzled she told David
to stand up, and then held it against him.
"Man, this thing looks like it might fit you! I thought women
were smaller back then." After a thoughtful pause she
continued, "I wonder. No windows, not much furniture, well
hidden. Could the original owner have hidden in here to do
some cross-dressing? I read somewhere that it was quite
common back then, even as it was frowned upon."
"Maybe so. Let me see that." David took the dress, and gave
it a critical examination. "You're right, I think it would
fit me. What else is in there?"
They pulled things out. There were a number of dresses,
mostly long, in different styles, and of various colors.
There was a corset, some chemises, stockings, some plain
cotton panties of indeterminate age. There were pantaloons
and petticoats. There were even shoes, ranging from high
lace-ups to what looked like 1920's era shoes. It looked like
a historian's treasure trove - or a Victorian cross-dresser's
stash.
Investigating the other boxes, they found a similar array of
men's clothes - which sort of put a damper on the cross-
dressing theory. That had been fun for a while. The men's
clothes, however, were small. Much too small for David, at
5'11" and 200 pounds. They looked like they would actually
fit Helen in all her 5'3" glory. Odd. In other boxes they
found hats for all occasions.
The room was a real mess. They decided to put everything back
and clean up before they ruined anything. Taking a long break
for dinner, they finished well before midnight. Retreating
downstairs, they took well deserved showers and hit the sack.
They slept extremely soundly, although they both had strange
dreams where they were wearing the clothes they'd found.
***
David was up early, nursing a sore rib cage. After a shower
and a hearty breakfast, he hurried back upstairs. He was
fascinated with the Victorian clothes. He stripped, then
tried on the pantaloons. Amazingly they fit. He followed
that with a chemise, which also fit him. The corset laced up
the front, so he was able to get it on by himself. He didn't
want anyone else pulling the laces too tight anyway. A
petticoat was attached to the corset, and a teal colored dress
went over the top. Even with the lack of material in the
bosom, the effect he saw in the mirror was stunning, at least
from the neck down. He looked like he belonged in that dress.
As David was admiring himself, Helen poked her head through
the door. "Ah, there you are...," she started. "What the
hell is this? You're wearing a dress? Well! Damn, that looks
great on you!"
David was startled, then severely embarrassed, and in the end,
had no idea what to say. And being somewhat intelligent, he
said nothing. He just sat down, and put his hands in his
head, moaning that his life was over.
"Huh?" asked Helen, "What'd ya mean your life is over. I
gotta admit, I never would've thought you liked wearing
dresses, but I really don't mind that much. I've seen far
worse in the ER. You wouldn't believe some of the things
people do to get themselves hurt. Look, just don't be
embarrassed. I think we can have some fun with this. Let me
get a better look at you."
David stood up wearing an expression that was a strange mix of
relief, embarrassment, and surprise. Seeing only the smile on
Helen's face, he got more into things and began modeling the
dress. She was truly amazed at how good it did look on him,
considering his build. She figured it was the way the skirt
exploded out from the waistline that gave him the appearance
of hips.
Joining in the fun, Helen changed into some of the men's
clothes. David had to help her with the tie, but the result
was equally as stunning as David's costume. After a couple of
hours of modeling and trying on clothes, they regretfully
changed back into their work clothes and got back to the
business of cleaning, fixing and repairing this drafty old
house. They spent the afternoon putting up wallpaper in the
dining room.
Finally Helen decided to go get dinner. After calling in an
order for Chinese take-out, she took off. David went out to
the carriage house, where he'd set up his workshop, to
continue sanding and repairing the molding they'd carefully
removed from all of the rooms. Losing himself in the work, he
only thought in passing that it had taken her an awfully long
time to get dinner. But he finally heard the car pull into
the driveway, and he helped her carry the food inside.
After they ate, they decided to call it quits for the day. It
was actually Helen's idea, but David was game - he was pretty
tired. So he hit the shower. A very hot shower washed some
of the soreness out. The odd thing, he thought, was that his
sore ribs felt fine now. That was a rather quick healing, he
thought briefly. He stepped out of the shower, dried off, and
looked for the clean underwear he'd brought in with him. They
were gone. Puzzled, he finally wrote it off as being too
tired. He must be losing his mind. He wrapped the towel
around his waist and went back to the bedroom.
And there was the reason his underwear was missing. Helen had
laid out a set of the Victorian clothes for him to put on.
"Surprise!" she told him. "You had so much fun in these this
morning, I thought you'd like to spend the evening in them. Go
ahead and get started while I take my shower." With that she
grabbed some men's underwear from her stack and took off for
the bathroom.
So David dropped the towel and repeated this morning's
exercise. First on were the pantaloons. Tying them up, he
then put the chemise over his head. He then got the corset
on, but decided to put on the stockings and shoes before
lacing the corset up. The shoes were interesting, fitting
almost like a pair of oxfords with high heels, and lacing up
just like his oxfords. He got the corset laced, but not too
tightly. It was a long one, pushing up the flesh on his chest
but also extending to a point just above his crotch. It felt
very strange. He got the petticoat on and was getting the
dress pulled over his head when Helen returned. She helped
him get it straightened out and buttoned up. He turned and
did a brief curtsey, making Helen grin. She'd saved the best
'til last. Reaching into a dresser drawer, she pulled out a
wig - very long haired and dark colored.
"Yes, David, this is what took me so long with dinner. Put it
on and I'll help you get it fixed up."
So David put the thing on his head, holding it while Helen
brushed and styled it. They topped it off with a hat. They
couldn't believe the transformation. He looked incredibly
like some Victorian matron. Helen got dressed as well,
getting David's help once again with the tie. They retired to
the library (they were using it as a den), and watched
television. It was quite a sight, this proper Victorian
couple watching a device still 40 or 50 years into their
future.
*****
"'Morning, Dave."
"Good morning Fred," David told his boss. "Man, it's nice to
be back where I can get some rest."
"Hah. Looks like Helen worked your ass off on that house.
You look like you've lost some weight."
"Yeah, I noticed that. Odd. Eat like a horse, but I still
think I lost a few pounds. Guess all that physical stuff is
good for something."
"Guess so. Anyway, glad you're back, see ya at the staff
meeting."
*****
"That's odd," thought Helen. "All this work and I still seem
to be gaining weight." She gave up on one pair of pants,
finally struggling into another. She skipped lunch, and
continued to work through the afternoon. She finally decided
she'd have to get some new clothes, although she really didn't
want to give in on this. It was just so sudden. But nothing
seemed to fit today. Very odd. She'd gained almost a whole
size. She headed to the mall.
David came home to a dinner of a broiled chicken breast and a
cup of broccoli. Oh shit, he thought, Helen must have gained
some weight this week.
"Scales bothering you again?" he tactlessly asked.
"Yeah, it's really odd. I can't seem to get into anything.
Just overnight." She paused, looking intently at David. "You
know, you don't look quite right yourself. But I can't put my
finger on it."
"Well, I seemed to have lost about five pounds."
Helen just glared at him. How _dare_ him lose weight while
she just got fat. The conversation deteriorated after that,
and David finally just went out to his workshop for the rest
of the evening.
The summer went by, and the house slowly took on an aura of
Victorian elegance it hadn't seen for many years. Broken
gingerbread work was replaced, rotted sills and siding were
also replaced, and finally a coat of paint brought it to life.
David did a little work on the landscaping, but most would
have to wait until Spring. Room by room, the interior also
was revitalized. The little room upstairs had been long
forgotten. Well, not forgotten, but its contents weren't
used. They'd just been too busy. And oddly enough, both David
and Helen had to replace most of their wardrobe. The size
changes just would not reverse themselves. Helen wasn't
really fatter, just a bit taller and broader, which they never
figured out. David's loss seemed mainly fat, which wasn't
missed.
But now the Halloween season was upon them. They were going
to a costume party being given by one of David's coworkers.
And they had just the thing for costumes. They just hoped the
clothes still fit.
A week before the party, they changed into the old clothes
just to make sure everything would fit. And they found that
it did, perfectly. Something was just not right about this,
but they couldn't figure it out. Because they enjoyed it so
much, they spent the evening dressed up. And Helen only
needed a gentle nudge when tying her tie.
The next morning saw more strangeness added. Helen's clothes
fit just a little tighter, and Davids a bit looser. They
began to suspect something about the old clothes, but what
could clothes possibly have to do with them changing size?
Saturday morning, the day of the party, brought more tests.
They tried the clothes on one more time, just to see if they
could catch them in the act of being supernatural. They fit
perfectly once again. Unknown to Helen, David left on the
pantaloons and chemise under his own clothes for the rest of
the day. If they would get rid of all his fat, that was fine
with him.
They spent an hour getting ready. David went through his
normal routine to get the clothes on, except the found some
socks to fill out the top part of the corset. Helen managed
to get the tie tied.
The party was a lot of fun. Their costumes were big hits.
Everyone commented on how great David looked as a woman. He
even got asked to dance a couple of times by men who didn't
know him. They had to have been even drunker than David. The
teasing next week would likely be unmerciful. David got quite
drunk, and Helen ended up driving home. They staggered
upstairs, Helen more with fatigue from a long week, David
because he still wasn't sober. Off came the hat, the wig, the
dress, and the corset, and the boots, and stockings. David
just collapsed into bed. Helen just sighed and stripped to
her underwear. Two could play this game. She slipped into
bed next to him and pulled the cover over both.
****
Daylight streamed into the room, causing David to bury his
head further under the pillow. His head throbbed. But there
was a more urgent need, and it was becoming increasingly
pressing by the moment. He managed to get out from under
Helen's arm without waking her, then trotted rapidly to the
bathroom. Something felt odd, but his overpowering need, as
well as a high degree of groginess caused him to ignore it.
He finally stood in front of the bowl and reached down. He
finally realized that he was still wearing the pantaloons, and
rapidly untied them, letting them drop to the floor. He then
made his second major discovery of the morning. His penis was
virtually nonexistent. Thinking it must be a dream, and he'd
wake up shortly, he sat down, peed, and then discovered what
the odd feeling had been. He had breasts. They were small,
but most definitely breasts. Panic swelled. How could this
be? Last night he was fine, now he was well on his way to
womanhood. Checking, he found he had the remnants of his
scrotum still present, and his penis was merely a slightly
enlarged clitoris. But no vagina. This just couldn't be
happening.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhh!" The scream came from the bedroom. David
jumped up and took off, immediately sprawling face forward on
the bathroom tile. Untangling the pantaloons from his feet he
sprinted down the hall. Helen had awoken to discover her
breasts were just about gone. They looked at each other, both
gasping for air.
"God, what the hell is going on here?" Helen asked.
"I wish I knew. Something is causing us to change. I don't
want breasts, and I'd sure like to have my penis back."
"Wait a minute." Helen was thinking somewhat clearly, due to
her lack of a hangover. "Look what we're wearing. I wonder
if that has anything to do with it."
"Huh? How can wearing a dress turn me into a woman.?"
"I don't know. But think about it. After the first time we
wore them, you lost some weight and I seemed to have grown.
Last week it happened again. And now that I think about it,
you're beard hasn't been as heavy."
"Yeah, I sort of noticed, but it wasn't light enough that I
thought anything was wrong."
"I know. But that has to be it. We better get out of these
things, quick."
Helen pulled off her underpants, and David took off the
chemise. Much to their chagrin, however, their regular
clothes no longer fit. David had lost 3 inches in height, and
around 35 pounds. Helen had gained about the same. They
couldn't even wear each other's clothes. They both ended up
wearing David's underwear, and Helen found a t-shirt and robe
to wear. David ended up in the same type of outfit. They put
socks on to keep their feet warm.
Out in the kitchen, they fixed breakfast, and ate it
listlessly. Helen had another idea.
"Hey, if the clothes changed us, maybe wearing the other
clothes will change us back."
David nodded, and they went back to the bedroom, where they
had discarded things last night. But they found they could
not get the clothes on. David couldn't get the men's
underpants past his hips, and the pantaloons were far too
large on Helen.
"I've finally got an idea," said David. "It's obvious we
aren't through changing. Why don't we let it finish and then
use the other clothes to change back. They don't fit now, but
they should when we're done. The men's clothes are obviously
sized for a woman, and these things are my size. When you're
a man they'll fit you, and yours will fit me when I'm a
woman."
Reluctantly, Helen agreed, and they got dressed. They didn't
know how long it would take, but it was certain neither of
them would be going to work tomorrow. Then, having nothing
better to do, they went upstairs to dig through the other old
stuff. There'd been lots of books, maybe one of them could
shed some light on this.
They unpacked the crate of books. Helen did most of the work,
since David had trouble bending in the corset. The books were
stacked on the table, and they sorted through them. A
complete collection of first edition Jules Verne. Impressive,
thought David. He'd always enjoyed them as a boy, now he
could reread them. There were a lot of other leather bound
books, many from authors they'd never heard of. Finally they
came to a stack of bound handwritten journals. Maybe that
would help.
Reading for several hours, they finally took a break for
lunch. David brought the volumes downstairs to read while
Helen fixed some sandwiches. He read while he ate. These
things were pretty interesting, though none had so far shed
any light on their predicament. But it was a glimpse into
what life was like 80 years ago.
As the sun's last rays disappeared below the horizon, Helen
finally squealed in delight. "Hey, I think I've got something
here. Just a short note at the end of the journal. It's from
a guy named Nathaniel Rogers."
She read it to him:
August 8, 1918
The dreaded letter came in the morning mail. Joseph was
killed at Belleau Wood in France. I feared such would
happen, and I tried to prevent her from putting on those
dreadful clothes. But the anti-German sentiment has
been intense, and she wanted to do her part against the
evil Hun. I wish we'd never seen this house and it's
curse. I shall lock all of the cursed clothes up, hide
them such that future denizens of this house may never
find them. They have only been the cause of much sorrow
in this family.
"Hmm," David mused. "still not much to go on. Kind of an
interesting look into World War I though. This seems to be where
they got packed away in that room. Now we know we need to look
backwards. Something about a curse."
Late that night, David finally found the book they'd been looking
for. It began in the Spring of 1893, but the entry for November
1, 1893 caught his attention.
I hate this day! All hallowed eve, and the ordinary
people think my kind is the devil reincarnated. We are
merely healers. But I hate them! They are the cause of
so much pain and unhappiness. The children are the
worse, and they have driven me out of my home. I sold
this house today, and shall curse the intolerant
sanctimonious new owners. I have left them some clothes,
and a spell to attract them. I know the man has
tendencies in that direction anyway! And so he shall
wear the dresses, and he will become what they represent.
And she! A bitter, sour woman, she'd make a fine banker.
And so she shall. I leave these things for all future
dwellers. A curse on all you mortals!
It was signed "Sarah".
Neither of the two current cursed occupants could say much after
reading this. David fleetingly wondered whatever happened to
this Sarah, but decided he didn't care. He was one very unhappy
camper, realizing that he was now likely to be stuck this way
forever. But surely, he thought, this Sarah couldn't have cursed
all these clothes - some of them were obviously more modern than
1893. Why did all of them seem to have this effect? The answer
eluded them as they finally closed the books at 1:00 A.M. and
went to bed.
As they entered the bedroom, they examined themselves in the
mirror. They were for all practical purposes looking like their
new genders. David was now shorter than Helen, and had fine
golden brown hair. He also had a moderate pair of boobs, and his
manhood was nowhere to be found. Helen sported newly black hair,
although it was still the same length. Her breasts were gone,
and she sported the stirrings of manhood between her legs.
Dejectedly, they brushed their teeth, put on newly appropriate
nightclothes (they could now wear the other's old ones), and fell
asleep.
***
Two days later, the changes were complete, as far as they could
tell. David had been exploring his new anatomy on a several
times daily schedule, and finally decided his, or her, vagina was
now complete. And she hadn't shrunk any more since the night
before. Helen's changes had also stopped. This morning was the
big day! David picked up the men's clothes Helen had been
wearing, preparing to put them on to begin the journey back. But
he found that they had changed size overnight, and were vastly
too large. The pants didn't even make a pretense of staying
around her waist. Even Helen in her current form couldn't wear
these. Examining the women's clothes, David sighed in despair.
They were now too small for him. There was no way back, it
seemed.
Helen looked over at David. He seemed so lost. It was time to
initiate his transition into womanhood. Helen walked over and
wrapped her arms around him. At first Helen just held him, and
David was content with that. But Helen wasn't, and it wasn't
long before they were locked in a passionate kiss, which of
course led to other things. As the final jolts of his latest
orgasm dissipated, David decided that maybe this wouldn't be so
bad.
Finally, they got dressed in modern clothes, both choosing a pair
of jeans and t-shirt from the other's wardrobe. David especially
dreaded the day she'd have to appear in public.
If they were stuck, they had to figure a way to stay alive.
Neither could go back to their job. They were also still curious
about what had happened. They had not spent much time reading
the journals, instead spending time working on the house. This
kept their minds off their problem. But they had to tackle it
now, or die of starvation. Fortunately, they had a very
substantial savings account, as well as a sizeable brokerage
account. After all David was a stock broker.
After breakfast, David mailed off a letter of resignation, citing
family reasons, and requested complete liquidation of his
account. That gave him an idea, which was heartily endorsed by
Helen. David began teaching Helen everything he knew about
investing. Helen could get a broker's job. While she studied
his textbooks, he started surfing the net. By midmorning he had
complete instructions on how to change their identities. By the
next afternoon, they'd found enough to actually change them.
They would become Samantha and Kevin, whose actual bodies had
died in infancy. They merely needed to document new lives, since
no one ever bothered to cross reference against death
certificates.
And so they waited. Within a couple of weeks, they had birth
certificates, driver's licenses, credit cards, everything they
needed to start over. And they read the rest of the journals.
There was no more from Sarah, but the next family moving into
this house had fallen into the same trap as Sammy and Kevin.
They lived there five years before packing away some clothes and
moving away. The next couple only stayed a year. By 1930, there
had been six more owners. All mysteriously vanished, just as
would Samantha and Kevin. But oddly, they all left a journal of
their transformation in the wooden chests in the hidden room.
The owners in 1930 had sealed the room and left. But the house
by then had acquired a reputation, and sat vacant for 15 years.
It was bought by a young GI and his British bride (this from the
county records, not a journal). They did not have much money,
barely managing to keep the house painted on the outside. The
hidden room remained a secret, until now. David and Helen had
bought it from the estate of this old couple, and reactivated the
curse.
Well, they had a proud tradition to keep, so they wrote an
account of their adventure and sealed it inside the small room.
And once again the owners of this old house vanished without a
trace.
The End
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