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Lady Ann's Holiday
By Eric
England 1908.
It seemed to Burt that his life was always spent with his
face pressed against the glass.
He worshipped Lady Ann Neville more than he did god in
church. But Burt was only the stable hand at her father's
vast estate. Still, he had his dreams. Dreams that one day
she would smile at him and say that - no it was too stupid
for words. The distance between them was greater than from
here to the moon. He might as well howl at the moon like a
dumb animal. Lady Ann had hardly noticed him while they
were growing up. Why would she notice him now?
Burt hurried away from the glass window - he might lose his
place if he was caught. He went back to stables and took
care of the horses and cleaned the stalls. He took extra
care of Lady Ann's fine filly.
That night Burt's lusty girl friend Mabel came over to play
fun and games. She really enjoyed his virility and it
helped him to forget for a moment his hopeless love for
Lady Ann.
"Oh love, are you well endowed! Just like the stallions in
the stables!"
Burt was pleased and enjoyed himself, but he imaged it was
Lady Ann underneath him, kissing him, loving him!
***
In the castle Lady Ann was seething!
"Father you are impossible! You actually expect me to spend
two boring weeks with my dull old grandmother in Bath!
There would be nothing to do there - no riding - no balls
as we're still in morning for grandfather! Damn it all,
Father, you didn't even like the old fossil! We have a
month more before we give off official morning! You are
most unreasonable!"
The Earl tried to keep calm. "Rail all you want, Ann, but
you are going and that's that! I don't think a two week
visit with your grandmother an unreasonable duty."
Lady Ann stormed out of the room. Life was so impossible!
Constraints were all around her. She was so bored with
being a lady! "God! I would just like to cut lose and be
slutty or vulgar!" she said with vehemence. "Being a lady -
even being a woman is as confining as my corsets! Life is
bloody unfair!"
She set her maid Betty to packing, no way she could get out
of the visit.
Maybe a good gallop would set her mind more at rest. Her
maid helped her into her riding habit. Ann felt better
after she bitched at her maid for her clumsiness. At the
stables, she called out for Burt and he brought out her
Rosebud.
Burt's hopeless love and worship amused her and she enjoyed
teasing him. It was gratifying to have men, even burly
strong men like Burt so ruled by her. But riding sidesaddle
was such a bore. Why couldn't she ride astride? But no - a
lady never did anything comfortable. She galloped like the
wind for her favorite quiet spot by the stream. As she sat
there wondering how to get out of the visit with her
grandmother, god she would be so bored, her idle eyes saw
something gleam at the bank. She picked it up. It couldn't
be! But it was! It was the Medallion of Zulo! She had read
about it, but had thought it a fable.
This was her way out! Now who could she become? Her father?
The thought of bullying him as she had been bullied was
gratifying, but didn't want to be old and he would return
the bullying with interest when she changed back! She
shuddered the thought. - Her maid - hardly - the girl was
almost as constrained as herself and not nearly as
beautiful. Her lovely blue eyes gleamed. Of course Burt!
The clodhopper would do anything she asked and would keep
his mouth shut. If he would do something frightful at her
grandmothers' - who cared - it would serve the old harpy
right. Ann's lovely mouth grinned full of mischief Burt had
a slutty girl friend - Mabel - who was attractive in vulgar
way who kept time with him - a good time it was according
to Ann's maid who whispered how virile Burt was.
Ann felt a rise of sexual excitement - she could have sex
with out fear of pregnancy or social status. She could ride
astride, be vulgar drink too much - even spit! It was too
delightful - what a holiday she would have. It would be a
most enjoyable two weeks. She thought of her grandmother
and her stuffy friends dealing with the new 'Lady' Ann and
actually giggled. Then she thought of herself free and
deliciously lower class and having sex with no fear of
pregnancy or social exposure and laughed. Sex as a man
would be interesting.
Ann frowned - she was to leave tomorrow morning. It didn't
give her much time. She remounted her filly and rode back
first to the house and then to the barn.
"Burt I wanted to ask a special favor of you." she cooed.
Burt stumbled all over himself with eagerness. "Anything
for you, Lady Ann!" he stammered in his lower class
Yorkshire brogue.
Her lovely blue eyes gleamed with amusement and she
thought. 'I wonder how Burt will like being a female?'
"Burt, I know this will sound impossible, but I want you to
be me for two weeks."
He stared. "But Lady Ann -" his head was in a whirl - it
sound like the fairy tales his old granny - God rest her
soul - had told him when he was a lad.
Lady Ann grimaced impatiently. "Listen, and do what you are
told! I will also pay you ten pounds when it is over."
"Ten pounds?" It was three months wages!
She nodded and held up the medallion. "This will do it!"
Ann took the bewildered Burt to a vacation cottage and she
went into a room and came out wearing a dressing gown and
nothing else. The medallion hung from her lovely neck Burt
stared - it was like a dream come true and he almost
fainted when she said:
"Embrace me!"
Trembling he did so. He only hoped she wouldn't feel his
hard-on.
He felt a tingle and so did she. It was going to work, Ann
thought exultingly.
Burt stared. Lady Ann's aristocratic, beautiful face was
changing - her creamy complexion roughed and she grew
taller - was he - yes he was shrinking. It was impossible.
In fifteen minutes he saw another Burt in Lady Ann's
dressing gown. His own clothes hung on him like a sock on a
chicken! He felt tender breasts rubbing against his rough
wool shirt - it also made them itch. Involuntarily his hand
went to his crouch. His manhood that Mabel and the other
girls loved so much was gone! He felt faint.
"What happened?" he asked and his voice was that of a
woman.
"The Medallion has switched us around you fool!" said Lady
Ann with Burt's bass. "You're making me look ridiculous in
your clothes." She shuddered. "Take off your clothes at
once!"
"But my Lady - "
"Don't be a fool, Burt. You now have my body. I look at it
every day." He started to disrobe and his new face was
flushed.
Ann was vastly amused. After he stood naked before her. Ann
looked critically and then admiringly at herself and
nodded. Everyone was right. She was certainly the most
beautiful woman in the county. She started dressing the
dazed Burt in her abandoned garments. He grunted in a most
unladylike fashion when she tightened the stays and Lady
Ann used Burt's rough face to frown.
"Don't do that again. It is most unladylike!"
Burt nodded weakly. He felt like he was losing his wits.
Soon he stood before a mirror dressed like Lady Ann. He
stared at the Lady Ann in the glass. He touched a smooth
cheek and the beautiful woman did the same. The silk and
satins felt at home on his smooth new body.
He turned and saw 'himself' hurriedly dressing. He was so
nervous and felt his new body trembling before the large
male. Lady Ann hurriedly explained what he was to do and he
nodded submissively. Then she went into how he should
behave.
"Remember Burt - you are now me, Lady Ann Neville. You must
know how I and the 'quality' behave - you been watching me
all my life."
"I'll do my best not to disgrace you, my lady."
"Good! Now get back to the house - its almost time for
dinner. Your maid will dress you - tell you want the red
gown and your late mother's diamonds. In your purse I have
made-up a list of what you should wear at my - your
grandmother's. Study it! Keep your mouth shut and just look
bored and you'll get by famously."
Despite himself Burt grinned. It was so strange to hear
himself talking like a swell!
Ann hid the medallion under the seats of the couch! No
sense taking any chances!
Burt walked into the castle shaking like a leaf, sure that
someone would yell, "What do you think you're doing,
impersonating Lady Ann." But all the staff bowed and
deferred to him. It was so strange - yesterday he had
tipped a pint of ale with Albert the footman and now the
man was servile! Calling him My Lady. He almost tripped in
the skirt going up the stairs and he flushed. Slowly, he
told himself, small steps and slowly.
In Lady Ann's room, Betty was waiting. She had always been
snotty to him, considering him far beneath her in the
social scale. Now she was all deference servile! It was
kind of fun. He tried to imitate Lady Ann.
"Hurry up girl!"
"Yes, My Lady!"
"The red dress and my mother's diamonds!"
"At once my lady!"
Soon he was out of riding habit and putting on silk
stockings and then three petticoats. Burt felt ridiculous,
but said nothing. When Betty tightened his stays he barely
kept from grunting. Soon the beautiful red silk gown was on
and his now lovely blond hair atop his new head in a very
aristocratic style. Somehow his new, slender fingers knew
how to put on the diamond necklace and the heavy earrings.
He thought they would pull his ears off at first but soon
forgot them. Again, he was able, with Betty's help to paint
his face. He stared in the mirror - his goddess - his
impossible love stared out at him. Now he was the beautiful
Lady Ann! It was impossible. He felt light headed as he
absently thanked Betty and headed downstairs.
His high heels almost stated him down them head first. The
Earl stared upward.
"Have you been drinking, Ann?" he asked
"No ? father." 'she' stammered.
He grunted doubtfully. Carefully Burt descended and
trembled as the Earl took 'his' daughters arm and they went
into dinner.
The Earl and his quests stared with astonishment at Lady
Ann. The guests were amused at her impersonation of a
Yorkshire yokel, but he was not - often before he had to
reprove her for imitating the dreadful local accent. Now
the Earl guessed Ann was doing it to punish him for sending
her to her grandmother's. She ate with the wrong fork; she
talked with her mouth full.
"How's about some ale instead of this watery wine?" Lady
Ann asked.
"Daughter, enough! Stop your silly and rude imitation of
the clod hoppers."
Fearfully Burt grew quiet. That's right, he thought, I got
- need to act like Lady Ann. What would she think if I
disgraced her? Burt felt tears in her blue eyes. Her
silence during the rest of the meal was taken for Ann's
typical sulkiness.
Burt was terribly embarrassed after going to the bathroom
three times in Lady Ann's body. Burt felt like a peeping
tom! An emotionally exhausted Burt went to bed that night,
but slept for the first time on soft satin sheets.
***
After Burt had left in what lately had been her body, Lady
grinned in triumph. That would show her father and her
grandmother! She picked up the sack of coins and bills from
its hiding place - fifty pounds should be more than enough
pin money for 2 weeks.
Ann then went to the pub and listened to locals rail
against the quality - it was great having her father cut
up. But she frowned where she heard Lady Ann described as
supercilious bitch.
"She's not!"
"Oh, sit down Burt! We know you in love with her. You'd let
her cut your throat with a smile on your ugly puss!"
Before Ann knew it she was fighting Jeb! She found
something very satisfying smashing her now large fists into
his face. Later she went to her new home near the stables
and found an impatient Mabel awaiting her naked.
"Fighting again, Burt! Honestly men are such boys. A real
man would rather be with me!" he kissed him.
A surprised Ann found herself more of a male than she
thought and kissed the woman back.
God was a male erection strange. Mabel giggled and said "At
least you have the decency to be glad to see me!" she
stroked Bill's large member and Ann lost it and crushed the
curvy female in her now strong arms.
Three times to Ann's amazement Ann thrust deep with an
eager pussy! God it was so great to be a strong, well hung
man! Ann fell asleep, well satisfied. One thing both
puzzled and amused - Ann was imaging the woman underneath
was - HERSELF! How wonderful, delightfully erotic!
The next morning Ann was startled to wake up at the crack
of dawn.
"Best be up and about, Burt " said the smug woman from the
bed. "Old Harry will be wantin' you in the stables right
after breakfast."
'Damn! I should have written a note giving Burt the week
off! I'll do it later.' Thought Ann.
Mabel made Ann breakfast and to Ann's amazement 'he' ate it
three eggs and three huge slices of ham, Mabel laughed when
Ann asked for bread.
"What do you think we are, quality?"
Ann found paper and ink - rough but it would have to do and
sat down to write. To Ann's amazement and displeasure - it
wasn't her own handwriting, but rough and untutored. Burt's
letters. Ann had not thought of that. So grumbling the new
Burt went off to groom horses. Ann was thinking as she
shoveled horseshit - that maybe visiting her grandmother
wouldn't have been so bad.
***
Burt woke up to breakfast in bed. That was wonderful and
she dressed for her journey.
As she walking out to her coach Burt was started to see
'Burt' approach and whisper - go back into the house and
write a note giving me a fortnight off!
Burt was startled and whispered back. "But I hardly know my
letters!"
"Just do it!" Ann hissed.
Obedient 'Lady Ann' asked for pen and paper and found to
herself how elegant and refined her writing was.
Ann was so relieved when she got the note! It was certainly
weird helping her former body into the coach and watching
it drive away!
Triumphantly he showed the note to old Harry who ran the
stables. He grumbled but had no choice.
"The whims of the quality passes all understanding!" he
misquoted and Ann grinned with Burt's lips.
He went back to the house before Mabel left and spent a
very enjoyable morning in bed with the talented girl. At
first Ann thought Mabel rather smelled, but soon didn't
notice.
God sex was great, he couldn't get enough!
***
Burt stared out with her new eyes at the disappearing
countryside. An elegant shawl was wrapped around his legs.
Soon they were at the station and she was helped down and
escorted to a first class carriage. Betty her maid made
sure she was comfortable and then discreetly withdrew to
third class. Later she was served tea and cucumber
sandwiches. Burt felt like he was dreaming.
At Ann's grandmother's she was whisked up to her beautiful
room and following the directions Lady Ann had left dressed
for high tea.
Ann's grandmother frowned at the young woman across from
her.
"Honestly Ann - don't slurp your tea! You have been too
long in the country and around your father. I see I am
going to have to re-school you!"
And the forcible old woman did so! Burt felt so strange but
she soon found herself falling into quality ways - it was
almost as if she was relearning them - the same with her
speech. Her grandmother winced after each Yorkshire word
and not so gently corrected 'her grand daughter!'
They had a quiet dinner alone. The next day he was taken to
met some very dull old ladies, but watched and learned.
Then he went to some concerts - he had never been to one in
his life - it was so strange to be treated so well - and he
enjoyed lording it over Betty and how the maid slavishly
obeyed her. Later, bored Burt idly picked up a Jane Austin
novel - Pride and Prejudice and found much to her surprise
that should could read very well. It was a wonderful book
and Burt stayed up late reading it. It also taught her more
how ladies and gentlemen behave.
At breakfast Burt eat sparingly, as she wasn't very hungry
but it was so wonderful to be waited on! It made her feel
in truth like she was lady Alice. At midmorning she found
her grandmother laughing.
"What is it, Grandmother?" Burt asked.
"A most diverting book child. You must read it - leave it
to the yanks to be to be so silly and bold."
She passed over a book called Perkins the Fakir - the first
story title leaped out at Burt.
"When Reginald Was Caroline!"
"Its about a married couple - the wife switches bodies with
her boorish husband to teach him a lesson! It is most
diverting."
Burt shot the old woman a glance. Did she suspect, but no -
she still thought Burt was Ann. Fascinated Burt began to
reach and giggled at the mistakes the man made. This would
help her with masquerading as Ann! That night they dined
with some more old women and Burt found it dull, but the
food was elegant and wonderful. Also, Burt found more and
more pleasure in her appearance and lovely gowns she wore.
Everyone said she was beautiful and she flushed with
gratification.
Back at the castle Ann was enjoying himself - it was great
being rough and rowdy. All the other men were afraid of
him. He was so big and strong. One thing puzzled Ann though
- more and more he found himself talking like a Yorkshire
clod! It was funny but annoying. Blimey though, he really
enjoyed his nights and mornings with Mabel!
***
Six days into Burt's visit he was introduced to Lord
Richard Hurley. Much to Burt's surprise she found him
attractive. He was so handsome! She noticed with quick
intuition that he was very smitten and couldn't take his
eyes off her and she smiled a secret smile.
He asked for a dance and Burt without thinking murmured
acceptance. Then was horrified to realize that she didn't
know how to dance. But before she could decide how to act
she was spent up into his strong arms and was waltzing.
Surprised Burt found she did know how to waltz and damn
well, too! His strong hands felt so good on her waist and
Burt found himself smiling up into his adoring eyes.
***
It was two weeks and Ann was waiting impatiently for Burt's
return. She was tired of being Burt - though it had been
great fun bedding Mabel and carousing with his - Burt's
friends at the pub. Then he heard that Lady Ann was staying
another week. Shit! Ann thought - but it least it wasn't
him being bored to death.
The next morning with great relish old Harry grabbed Ann.
"Holiday is over, Burt me bucko!" he said and handled him a
shovel. "The last few days I left all the shit for you."
Lady Ann was angry, but took the shovel. Resisting the
impulse to brain Harry with it Ann started to work. His
strength made the work easy but revolting.
***
'Lady Ann' was weeping as she kissed Richard. She loved him
so much and she wasn't really Lady Ann. He would be so
revolted if he knew he truth. Burt felt so guilty.
Then Burt's borrowed heart stood still.
"Ann, will you marry me!"
"Yes, oh yes!" Burt said. "I love you so much - I can't
live without you!"
They kissed again. The new Lady Ann thought. 'I am not
giving up my man - my husband to be. I will do anything to
keep him!' She thought with feminine ruthlessness.
Feeling a little guilty she went to the phone and called
home and asked for the butler of HER family estate.
"Charles, there is a cheap looking medallion that I hid - I
want you to find it and mail it to me at once!" she
commanded very much to manor born to the faithful old
retainer.
When she got it in the post the new Lady Ann looked at it
and smiled. She dropped it off the bridge into the stream.
Unknown to her it landed on a barge.
"Now I am Lady Ann forever and Richard is MY husband to
be!"
Her family was delighted that she finally made a good
match.
***
Ann was happy to see the coach pull up to the door. He
watched 'Lady Ann' gracefully descend and kiss her father
on the cheek.
'Burt' hurried up and said:
"Welcome home, my lady!" and automatically touched his
dirty cap.
'Lady Ann' turned to him, thinking what a dreadful accent
and did I used to be such a dirty country bumpkin?
"Yes, Burt?" she said condescendingly. And agreed to go off
and see her filly.
"I can't wait to get back!" said the former Ann.
The new Lady Ann smiled secretly. The fool was going to
have a nasty shock.
The new Burt did. "Where did it go?" he screamed, tearing
the couch apart fruitlessly.
She gave an elegant shrugged of disdain. "How should I know
- I wasn't here - maybe it magically disappeared?"
"But we got to get back some how!"
What language, she thought. "Do we? I don't see how. It
looks like you are me and I am you for the duration."
"You can't be me!"
"But I am. I will not be ungenerous. I will pay you
secretly another 50 pounds a year if you make no trouble
and embarrass me."
"Fifty pounds! I spend ten times that on a dress."
"You did."
The new Burt was horrified. He was trapped forever. No one
would believe that he was once Lady Ann! He couldn't even
talk gentile now!
"Bring my horse around in an hour, Bert. I am looking
forward to a gallop."
Her hard blue eyes meet his fearful brown ones. He
crumpled.
"Yes, My lady." he said hopelessly.
Burt had to marry a pregnant Mabel later that month. Her
father and brothers threaten to kill him if he didn't. Lady
Ann generously gave them twenty pounds as a wedding
present.
Lady Ann and Lord Hurley were married three months later in
St. James on Hanover Square. It was the wedding of the
season. Burt read about it with bitterness and joined the
Socialist party.
Six years later. Lady Ann and her husband and their two
children visited her father and asking after Burt, she
found out he and Mabel quarreled constantly, he drank too
much and they had 6 kids in six years. Lady Ann smiled and
heard her father say:
"Well what else can one expect from the lower orders?"
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