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Reflections on Mischief: Conclusion
By Solon Plorry
Part Two
The story Ms Vanity had written and never posted was a
complex and involved tale. It was about this old mansion on
a hill above a village. The villagers learn that there's an
old man who discovers he owns the hill mansion and is
visiting for the first time. They fear he will see (one
ballroom wall is a ancient survey map) that all the
surrounding farms and homes belong to the mansion estate,
and at best they will owe him a fortune for back rent, and
at worst they will be chased away. In despair, they consult
a magician, who can only perform one magical trick: change
boys into girls.
However, many years earlier, the rich man had a son, who
got married in defiance of the father and became estranged.
While returning from across the ocean, their ship sank. The
magician, who's also a seer, tells the villagers that the
couple had had a child, the old man's grandson. The old man
hoped the boy, who would now be a youth, had survived, and
would gladly bequeath his fortune to him! So the villagers
send the mansion's caretaker's son, transformed into a
girl, to act as the maid when the old man moves in. She's
to keep hidden the wall map and steals items from the
feeble old man, much of which he doesn't realize he has,
and that can be used to identify a boy as his grandson.
Just before the magic spell wears off, the 'maid'
supposedly runs away with a villager acting as her lover,
and then the young man returns next day to claim the
inheritance from an overjoyed grandfather.
At least that's the way the story is supposed to go. It is
a fairy tale type story, and was quite nicely done. But as
Ms Vanity had a vivid imagination, she threw a few
complications into the works. Not the least was that the
magician talked a big show, but could actually no more
transform a boy into a girl then a dog into a coat! Too
late the villagers find this out! But they still needed a
girl to act as maid, so the caretaker youth took hurried
instruction from the village women on crossdressing and
acting femme! This is where Hortense enters our story, and
where it gets interesting.
After Hortense posted "WiggleWorms Got Lost in Transit" to
Fictionmania, she sat back and enjoyed her success. Far
away, the real Ms Vanity read the story, and possibly she
even liked it, though that isn't important. The important
thing was that Ms Vanity was upset at the hijacking of her
name! In fact, she was so upset and angry she wept in rage!
Her name, which as noted was the very opposite of her
personality, nevertheless protected her by strengthening
her self image, and this kept her sane. Now it was taken,
by some lout whose story really wasn't anything anyone
could not have written in ten or fifteen minutes. So the
anger and pain of the lost soul in her lonely hovel, which
she shared with her computer, would have touched any heart
that witnessed it; and incredibly, one did!
That was Fedorlinion, a god from Mount Olympus, distant
cousin of Pyyyrd, who was related to the awesome Zeus, it
was said. Fedorlinion was an admirer of tgirls, and he also
often visited Fictionmania (although not with a computer!)
He had immediately recognized what was going on with the
two 'Ms Vanity's and was moved to act.
The non Hortense Ms Vanity had no idea who Fedorlinion was,
but when she looked up from weeping, late that night. She
wasn't remotely frightened by him. Fedorlinion looked
anything but what you'd think a god looked like. He was
short, and given to sweatshirts and striped pajama pants.
He had a cold of all things, and sniffled and sneezed like
a hitchhiker. He also chewed gum, and loved blowing huge
bubbles that sometime exploded, wrapping up his head with
the gossamer result! Not a heavyweight, as far as gods go,
but he was perfectly suited to Ms Vanity, who, remember,
was a very shy girl!
So Fedorlinion held Ms Vanity's hand, pooh-poohing away her
tears, and told her about Hortense. Not all the gritty
details, but the fact Hortense was a scamp, a troublemaker
and quite entertaining mostly to devils. Ms Vanity listened
with growing anger towards Hortense, whose misconduct was
briefly described. Fedorlinion then suggested that the time
had arrived for young lady Ms Behavior to harvest some of
the fruits of her mischief making! But Ms Vanity had to
overcome her shyness in order for this to happen. She must
immediately, right then, go on Fictionmania and POST HER
STORY! When Hortense, a.k.a. Ms Vanity, showed up, she
would get pulled in, and become the 'maid' character in the
story. It was up to Ms Vanity!
Shortly after that, Ms Vanity posted her story "The Boy in
Maid's Clothing."
Here's what happened. Hortense was all over Fictionmania,
reading stories, reviews and shrieking with LUST for what
she thought of it all! She wrote realms of commentary,
giggled and fell off her chair laughing at insults and
putdowns she's made up for whatever crossed her path. But,
as she wasn't known as Hortense, she was forced to savor
her handiwork alone, because she'd get bounced the minute
FM realized who she was. So it was in this spirit she
discovered some girl, with the same name as she had, posted
a story. With a click of her mouse, she brought up the
story...
And suddenly, Hortense found herself in a place, with no
walls, no floor, no sky, no nothing. Stunned, she put her
hand over her mouth, widened her eyes and looking about,
she shrieked! In the distance, she saw something, and in
terror, heart fluttering, she ran towards it, as it at
least was something! Running as fast as she could, she saw
that the solid feature in the featureless world she
inexplicably found herself in was an ordinary door, wooden,
with a knob and a frame. Racing up to it, without thinking
she grabbed the doorknob and bolted through the opening.
Here's Ms Vanity's story (revised with commentary)
The Boy in Maid's Clothing
The maid tumbled after tripping on a pile of junk.
The Berdonne mansion hadn't been lived in for many
years, outside of the caretaker, who with his son,
lived in the small servant's quarters in the basement
of the main wing. Celeste jumped up, looking around
in wonder. She was wearing the prim and proper
uniform of a maid, with a starched white apron over
the blue short sleeve dress. She had a maid's cap on
her head, and she was really a twenty year old boy!
From far off, she heard papa yelling for her. Celeste
ran to the staircase, yelling, "I'm coming Papa!"
then flying down the stairs, jumping up and sitting
on the handrail to hurtle down and around the spiral
staircase, going "Wheeee!" before leaping off just
before the bottom. Face flushed, she sauntered down
the hallway before joining papa in the kitchen
anteroom.
Papa was with Mister Stout, the mayor of Pretty
Village. Mayor Stout looked worried, as he looked at
his friend Omer's youthful 'niece.' Old Berdonne's
man was due to arrive the next day, and the village's
fate rested in the hands of the son, Russell. The kid
looked exactly like a maid, with long brown hair
swept behind her earringed ears.
"Yes papa?" 'She' said, in dulcet tones that were
uncannily girlish!
"You look marvelous." the mayor said, suddenly
hopeful and winking at Omer, who ignored it. "We've
covered the map carving, and now the ...maid must get
the rest of the place ready under the watchful eye of
this Ruben guy...I wish we knew more about him!"
Russell's (or Celeste's) father said. "All them
majordomos are the same." the mayor replied
confidently.
Celeste suddenly felt she was in a dream... then realized
that she was not Russell Omer, and didn't want to be a maid
in this strange place, but something physically pulled her
forward, as the story unfolded! Celeste knew who she was,
and what she was doing. She was Jeb Omer's boy, but she was
playacting his niece, in order to be maid at Berdonne
mansion until old Berdonne came in a month's time.
Tomorrow the owner's major domo arrived, to oversee the
preparation of the mansion for old Berdonne, who family
seat this was, though it had been abandoned during one of
the wars generations ago. The villagers had kept up the
mansion, partly in respect but mostly in fear. Berdonne
mansion was the center of an estate that included
everything for five miles surrounding it. In the two
hundred plus years that the family neglected their family
seat, people had began using the land until all except for
the hill the mansion sat atop had been taken over. Now old
Berdonne had learned about the existence of his family's
ancient estate, and he was coming to reclaim it!
Fortunately, all the old records had been lost, during the
turmoil, and outside of an ancient wall carving, which
clearly showed the extent of the grounds, no other evidence
existed.
Celeste reassured the two nervous men. She would obey and
satisfy Mr. Ruben. The mansion was a mess, but starting at
the top floor, she would make it spotless. She also would
be able to access Mr. Berdonne's effects, which Ruben
planned to bring with him for the old man. These included
several trunks of things belonging to Mr. Berdonne's only
son, who drowned long ago in a shipwreck, which was later
salvaged. Old Berdonne had never checked the trunks of
clothes and personal items returned to him, because of
heartbreak.
So not only would Celeste be the maid, when the time came,
she would supposedly run away and elope so Russell in turn
could show up with enough proof to convince old Berdonne
that his grandchild had survived! If the scheme was
successful, the threat to all the hapless victims of the
legal quagmire they found themselves in could be put away
forever!
That night, Celeste went to bed with unformed thoughts
still present in the back of her mind. At times, she
remembered her old life, as a mischief making cross
dressing youth who loved attention... so clearly she wanted
to poop in somebody's shoes! Then, without any jarring at
all she thought about the next day, and the challenge being
a maid in a huge mess of a household presented.
Strangely enough, she adored her 'father' and shared her
fellow locals fear of being dispossessed by law! Hortense
was a shallow person, who laughed at serious issues and
mocked moral questions, because she didn't understand them.
But in the character of Berdonne's mansion's maid, she
dismissed any idea that plotting to prevent the rightful
owner of the Berdonne estate from discovering the truth of
the matter was wrong. They had no choice but to mislead the
old man, who after all had no heirs except the children of
a second cousin, who, rumor had it, played golf!
The next day, several wagons arrived with Mister Ruben. He
was a tall, pale man with shoulder length white hair and a
bald dome. He was very formal, never smiling. He oversaw
the emptying of the wagons by hired men, and inspected the
master's rooms. He took an apartment for himself on the
floor above the master's. But until the cleaning was
finished, he would be staying at the Inn outside of Pretty
Village.
Celeste and her father never stopped working from the time
Ruben showed up. It was while slaving away at the job that
Celeste was most aware of being Hortense! Needless to say,
Hortense had never done backbreaking work before in her
life! Neither had Celeste (Russell) for that matter. But it
was vital that Ruben saw that the maid was up to scratch or
else Ruben would get rid of her and bring in a work tested
maid from one of Berdonne's other properties! So by six
every morning, drums of hot water were ready by the stove,
and with mops and pails and lye soap Celeste was hard at
work, hauling pails of clean water up to the top floor,
then hauling pails of dirty water back down. It was
relentless work, and an excellent introduction to the work
world for Ms Hortense!
She hated it! It was while scrubbing years of accumulated
grime from banisters, or scraping mildew from the mansion's
thousands of windows that Celeste mostly felt like
Hortense. If she could, she would smash the windows and
empty her chamber pot on the top of the staircase to watch
the effluent run down the stairs, and stink the place up as
a bonus, but she couldn't, because she was trapped in the
story! When she finally dragged her ass to bed, after
sixteen hours of grinding labor, everything was stiff!
Part Three
Ruben was a long time servant. He judged people harshly,
especially the lower classes. The old mansion needed plenty
of work, but it had been well built and the locals had
maintained it ok though it appeared they had used the grand
ballroom to store hay!
'Just like that type' Ruben grumbled.
After a few days, he saw that things were going very well,
and Master Berdonne would be very cozy when he moved in.
Mr. Berdonne had lived a life of work and service, and had
accumulated a respectable fortune independently of his
inherited wealth, but the old gentleman had neglected his
personal life for too long. He had married once, to a lady
who died giving Berdonne an heir. The tragedy had been too
cruel to Berdonne, so he never remarried. His son had grown
into a strapping robust young man, the apple of old
Berdonne's eye, until suddenly the boy became infatuated
with a commoner!
The affair had created a terrible rift, and finally the son
married the woman and went to live in a foreign country.
Later Berdonne relented, and begged his son to return,
especially when he found out the young couple had a child!
Unfortunately, tragedy again struck, and their ship broke
up on the coast of a lawless country; Berdonne's heart was
broken anew! That was twenty years earlier, and Ruben had
just entered the Berdonne service, so he remembered the
tragedy well.
It was Ruben who, with an escort, went to the scene and
recovered what he could of the young family. The parents
were definitely lost, but no trace of the infant son.
Several passengers had survived the catastrophe, including
the woman who helped care for the boy. That the woman had
been in the vicinity for days after the disaster was
supported by witnesses whom Ruben's men questioned, but
where she went was a mystery. Some of the witnesses claimed
the woman had a baby boy with her, and had been interested
in the wreck. When she finally left, she had taken a chest
full of things saved from the wreckage. So old Berdonne
remained convinced his grandson survived, although nothing
more had been heard! Now the old man was returning to
Berdonne mansion, to live out his days in the place the
Berdonne family had started.
A week after the rejuvenation had started, Ruben moved in.
The sight of pretty Celeste working furiously to prepare
the enormous number of rooms, halls, stairs and windows for
his master impressed the hard taskmaster, especially when
he happened upon her high up on a ladder, and got a good
eyeful of Celeste's skimpy underwear! At first, Ruben began
taking his tea with the sweaty young worker. Then, his
interest in Celeste growing, Ruben had a team of day maids
brought in, to 'help' her and to give her time for the
intense preparation attending to Master Berdonne would
require.
While the reduced workload was welcome, the increasing
interest and personal demands of Mr. Ruben for her services
had some negative aspects. Not the least of these was
Ruben's habit of putting on white gloves and running a
pristine finger along same handy surface.
If even a tiny hint of dirt was discovered, he informed
Celeste, 'This will not do, no sir miss... not do!"
Ruben produced a well marked foolscap sheet, and, pencil at
the ready, asked Celeste if she preferred he mark down the
infraction or would she suffer ten strokes, or
'encouragings' across the buttocks instead? Reluctantly,
Celeste, who was a slightly confused young man to begin
with, asked for the 'encouragings!' This was because when
she was working hardest, or undergoing any unpleasantness,
Celeste Russell felt little misery. The misery was felt
mostly by Celeste Hortense, a different kettle of fish
altogether! So it was Hortense who found herself bent over
the back of an end chair, and it was she who experienced
the ten lashes across her delicate buttocks! (This of
course is commentary on Ms Vanity's story)
Long before anyone heard about the real owner of the
mansion, the village elders understood what the wall
carving meant. It was a legal document, a land deed giving
the land for as far as the eye could see from the bell
tower, about five miles, to the Berdonne ancestors. It had
been carved in oak more then two hundred years before, and
constituted one wall of the grand ballroom. A gifted
village carpenter had carefully rebricked the joists and
abutment, building a false wall in front of the map wall.
Unless a skilled builder or carpenter examined the ordinary
looking wall, it would pass as original and authentic.
The day maids were a big help to pretty Celeste. They
quickly divided up the mansion, and with paramilitary
precision, they cleaned it top to bottom, even scrubbing
the chandeliers until they were dazzling. It took the onus
off Celeste, giving the lazy girl plenty of time to indulge
her vice. She took to sleeping in late, and spent most of
her evenings attending to Ruben, whose demands became quite
outrageous.
He demanded she bathe immediately when she brought him his
evening snack, as he found her, 'sweat soaked and
odiferous!' By chance, his bath was ready, so Celeste
slipped behind the curtain, stripped and jumped in. Ruben
was too much of a prude to look at her naked (thank god for
that!) But he derived pleasure from just being nearby her
when she disrobed. The curtain was a finely weaved sheet
which gave Ruben a good look at her shadowed image as she
readied and took her bath. Ruben's end chair also became
contoured to Celeste as she bent over it to receive her
numerous thrashing for her multitude of infractions against
'ladylike obedience.' Celeste came to dread the thrashings,
as her ass was still quite numb and tender from previous
punishments. She greeted the news that she had earned a
thrashing with tears and wails, enough to melt a hard
heart.
When it came time to clean the rooms where the trunks
containing young Master Berdonne's effects were stored,
Celeste had located the keys in Ruben's anteroom, clearly
marked. When Ruben took a business trip shortly prior to
the arrival date of his master, Celeste opened the trunks
and, with the magician's information as her guide, selected
several items old Master Berdonne would associate with his
son and, therefore, with the grandson.
The items were thrown willy-nilly in trunks at the time of
the salvage operation, hectic due to the threat of pirates.
They had never been itemized, listed or even positively
identified as property of the young family members even
when the trunks reached the safety of home. Old Berdonne
had been too shattered by the loss to have this necessary
job done, putting it off year after year. The passage of
time should have healed his heart enough to look at what
was left of his boy, but in fact the opposite happened! Old
Berdonne was a hard man, ruthless in office and strictly
practical. Possibly that was why, as he grew ancient, the
losses he'd neglected for so long assumed enormity in his
memory. He had, too late, learned how to cry.
The magician the villagers had hired to assist them had
been a big flop! After a huge buildup replete with warnings
and cautions, he had failed to change Russell into maid
Celeste when finally ordered to do so! The villagers were
naturally furious, as the sweating magician tried spells,
charms and a myriad of hocus pocus with increasing
desperation, all to no avail. The only thing he made
disappear was food, it was said, for he had a prodigious
hunger. Fortunately, young Russell was an effeminate loner,
very pretty and easily redressed as a passable woman. So it
was with considerable nerve that the magician still claimed
he had second sight; and it is a measure of the villager's
desperation that they believed that and accepted his offer
to use it for them!
Celeste was looking for a hunting horn, which Berdonne had
given his son a lifetime earlier. It was a family heirloom,
very ancient. She found it still half full of sand! She was
also looking for a brass dagger, with the Berdonne crest
carved into the handle. In the last of the six trunks, she
found it, still in its rock hardened leather scabbard. The
magician had said that there might also be a lock of yellow
hair in a glass locket. Celeste found one, set in a ring of
ivory. Despite an intensive search, aided by Jeb Omer, they
couldn't find any other items the magician said might be
there. It appeared that most of the stuff sitting in the
trunks all those years had different owners! At least the
lucky charm could be worn around the neck; so old Berdonne
could see it if anyone was to wear it. All in all, as
Celeste and her papa locked everything away and cleaned up,
it was a successful night. Their phony magician had second
sight after all!
Finally, the big day arrived. Naturally, the arrival of
such a noted personage as Master Berdonne brought out the
gentry and common folk, to line the road to the mansion to
greet him. The mansion was sparkling, its grounds cleaned
and trimmed, flowers transplanted en mass in the front
garden. Old Berdonne was about eighty, and if not for his
melancholia he was still vigorous. With him came a staff of
attendants. Ruben showed him around his estate. The mansion
was a beehive of activity.
With the arrival of his master, and Berdonne's gratitude
for getting the place in such good shape, Ruben's hours
mirrored his boss. The old fellow retired early, arose late
and napped often so Ruben had more time to dominate and
humiliate Celeste! She was easily the most exotic 'girl' at
the mansion, and her efforts to satisfy her master only
increased his demands until Celeste was getting a good
thrashing almost daily! This distressed Hortense, but
having a stinging butt upset Russell too, so the girl was
happy when the 'suitor' showed up, with flowers and his
heart on his sleeve for Celeste. A couple days later,
Celeste ran away with the boy, leaving a scrawled note
saying she was in love!
Quickly, a team of village women were waiting, and they
redid Celeste as a young man, with short blonde hair, thick
eyebrows, and a proper deep voice and downy mustache.
Dressed in dusty traveling clothes, and with the lock of
his grandma's hair in the locket hanging around his neck,
he went to the mansion, carrying a pack on a stick. He had
a weathered map, and when the butler led him into his
'grandfather' the old guy was skeptical until he saw the
locket! Russell also showed old Berdonne the dagger and the
old hunting horn, mounted in a lovely case! It was enough!
In an ecstasy of happiness, old Berdonne hugged Russell,
giving him a grandfatherly kiss!
Ruben watched all this and was overjoyed to see his
master's melancholy lifted. The discovery that his grandson
had been rescued by a woman who had raised him as her own
until on her deathbed she told him the truth and gave him a
map to get home was all the old man wanted to hear!
When 'grandpa' finally went to bed, Mr. Ruben showed young
master Berdonne some of the recently hung paintings in the
study. When the young master went to sit down, Ruben held a
chair for him, a hard wooden chair instead of the cushioned
one the young man had been sitting in. Russell couldn't
quite cover up the grimace on his face, being a real sissy!
When Ruben gave him a glass of the finest brandy, he said
"And Celeste, you will visit me later, won't you dear; you
have certainly earned your ten strokes today!"
The End of the Story by Ms Vanity
Actually, that isn't the end of our story! Hortense was
free the minute Celeste was no longer a character in the
fable...but Ruben and 'Celeste' had a few months until Old
Master Berdonne passed on... happily leaving his estate to
the young man. And of course Ruben was around for a long
time to keep the young fairy in line!
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