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This is my third submitted story to Fictionmania with "The well of my desires" and "Cyberterix Model 1X-RS-F"?being the second. It has been many years since I wrote those first two, and am planning on writing more. I am actually in the process of writing a sequel to the second and have a 4th and 5th story planed. I hope you enjoy this story as it takes a little bit of myself and places it into the story. The only difference is, I am a M2F TS woman now The name I write under is a pen name but does have some of the real me also in them. The trunk and wardrobe I had never been a big fan of garage sales, rummage sales or even estate sales, but one late weekday, while driving down the road, I saw a sign for an estate sale, and going against better judgment, I stopped to take a look. Most of the stuff was the usual junk to me at these sorts of sales, worn out furniture, collectable tins, dishes and cook wear, scraps of fabric, and old clothing. But there were some very beautiful antique furniture, dishes and even clothing, most of which while beautiful for it's time, would now be more suited to a museum that had the ability to take care of the fragile pieces of clothing. While the house was an old Victorian house and rather beautiful, it was also very cluttered and in a state of disrepair. The old woman that lived here had past away, after many years of living alone. This house had been left to her from her mother, who had died about 60 years or so ago, and left her everything that she had left, which by the looks of it, was very a lot, and worth a pretty penny at one time or another. As I looked through the house, I came upon a room that had a very beautiful wardrobe and trunk in it. By the looks of them, both were made from maple and looked to be almost new. Out of all of the furniture, they were the best looking, and also the only things to catch my eye. I decided to look in both, but soon discovered that each was locked, and no amount of entry would get into them without damaging the item. They really wouldn't be of much use to me, if I couldn't open them. I soon found myself looking for someone who was helping run the estate sale, and asking if there was a key to either the wardrobe, or the wooden captains trunk. The old man, soon had a key for me. Now we have all tried to unlock both of these items, but they just won't seem to open to anyone who has tried. In fact, we even called in a locksmith, and he failed and broke a few of his tools while trying for two days, so I would be sorry to say, that the locks may be so badly broken, that nothing will open them, the man told me. I was a bit bummed, because each item was gorgeous to me, and really caught my eye. But without the ability to open them, or use, them, what use would they be. I asked the gentleman, "How much are you asking for the items?" and he replied back, "Well we wanted $400 for the wardrobe, and another $250 for the trunk, but since they are both broken, I can let you have them for half of that... say $325 for both!" What a steal I figured, even if I could use them. As I said, I usually don't go to sales like this, but both of these items really caught my eye, and I thought both would look great in my apartment, even if I could not open or use them. They would make for an interesting conversation if anyone asked about them. I told the man to hold them for about 1 hour, as I ran to the bank to get cash. I would have wrote a check, but the sale only accepted cash. I then said, if I wasn't back in and hour, then to go a head and sell them to the next person who wanted them. I jumped into my pick-up and headed to my bank which was about 20 minutes away. I really needed to hurry, but ended up having to wait on a stopped train and then a traffic accident. My luck as usual, was going against me. I made it to the ban in 45 minutes, and knew I would have to drive like crazy to get back to the sale in time to make the purchase. Luck must have been with me, as I made it back to the sale in 14 and ? minutes, just in time to secure the sale on the two items. An antique dealer was just getting ready to hand the man full price for both items. I guess fate was with me for once on that day. With the help of a few of the men at the sale, we loaded up both wardrobe and captains trunk into the back of my pick-up, secured them so that they wouldn't bump around. With the keys for both in hand, I headed to my apartment. The next task would be to find someone to help me unload them, as both were heavy as all hell, and there was no way, I was going to get them unloaded by myself, without killing myself. I had once moved an old antique paino from the 1890's and just about ruined my back doing it. I was not about to do that again. Once home, I noticed my neighbors James and Hanna were both home, and with help from both of them, I figured we could get them into the apartment. James had a dolly, and this would help a lot. Now James wasn't a very big guy, but he did have some strength, Hanna on the other hand, would have made me look small, but wasn't as strong. After talking it over, and both admiring the two pieces, we worked at getting them out of the bed of my truck and into my apartment. With the weight of them, you would have thought that they were filled with bricks, who knows maybe there were. It wasn't long, and we had both wardrobe up into my bedroom, and the captains trunk at the foot of my bed. Both looked liked they were almost matching to my bed. My bed was a four poster, and could have been a canopy bed if one wanted it to be, as well as my matching dresser drawers. Now I am not usually a frilly kind of guy, but I often thought I had GID, Gender Identity Disorder. I had just figured that I could never live the lie of a female, and I knew how much it would hurt my family. In fact, that was the reason, I lived alone now and had not married. Here I was a 43 year old male, who often times wished he had been female, and who at 13 wanted to say something to his family, but couldn't because of fear of being disowned by them. So I kept the inner feelings to myself, and played in heavy metal bands. I like most other metal musicians, wore my hair long, but usually pulled back and professional looking. James, Hanna and I talked for a bit, and then parted ways with my thanks for their help unloading my new treasures. I was pretty worn out, but thought that I would investigate both my new wardrobe, and captains trunk to see if I could figure out why the lock was jammed. I decided to try the key's on both items, and neither seemed to do a thing. I thought for a moment, and remembered an old key that I had found in my apartment when I moved in. I figured that the previous owners had left it, and had stashed it away in case they came looking for it. I was soon back in front of both wardrobe and captains trunk and looking at the key in my hand. I thought for a while, and then after a glass of White Zen wine, decided I might as well try this key to open the locks. As I stuck the key in keyhole on the wardrobe, I felt anxiety sweep over me. I then felt a cold chill run up from my fingers all the way down my right arm, and down my back. It almost seemed that I had done this very thing before, but I had no memory to it. I turned the key with my right hand, and found that it soon stopped. I don't know what compelled me to keep twisting, but I did, and soon was greeted with a load click sound from the lock. Pulling the key out of the key hole I had hit the jackpot. My nerves were quivering inside me, as I reached out with my left hand and opened the wardrobe door. The odor that drifted out was like sweet magnolias on a summers day, and soon I found myself looking at the most beautiful gowns and dresses from the 1870's. There must have been 20 or more, and each looked as if made yesterday. I was in awe. I noticed a drawer and found it too to be locked. With my heart racing, I placed the key that had opened the door, and twisted again. To my delight, it to twisted, and I was greeted once again with an audible click from the lock. I pulled open the drawer, and found myself looking at jewelry that once again was from the 1870's. There were rubies, sapphires, and even pearls and diamonds in the mix. The jewelry and clothing alone in this wardrobe would be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, I had hit a jackpot. I begin to wonder if my lucky key would open the captains trunk, and soon was propped in front of it, with the key twisting away. Once again, I was greeted with an audible click, and had the lid lifting up on the box. This time, cedar greeted my nose, and looking in, I found myself looking at corsets, and underpinnings for the women's clothing in the wardrobe. Digging to the bottom I found women's shoes from the 1870's. This was a complete collection if mint condition clothing that I had stumbled on for a few hundred dollars. I could easily sell the items, and make back the money and then some, while keeping a few items for personal collection. I was in a wonderland of delight with the clothing. Now as I mentioned, I often thought that I had GID, and really felt that I should have been born a female, but due to my family, and the fact that I figured I would never make the woman I wanted to be, I never pursued transitioning. Instead, I would buy and purge clothing like most other's with this disorder. As I stared into the wardrobe, and trunk, I got a funny notion to try the clothing on. Now why I got this idea is beyond me, as I was not a tiny woman, that these cloths appear to belong to. If I were to make a guess in modern clothing sizes, the clothing would have fit a young woman of about a size 4 maybe 6. But none the less, I had a huge desire to try the clothing on. I found myself 1st digging through the captains trunk, and had pulled out the underpinnings of chemise, drawers and a Victorian corset. I also found some while silk stockings. I first pulled in the chemise, and was totally surprised that is seemed to fit me as if it was made for me, but I didn't stop to wonder why. Pulling on the silk stockings were next, and they felt so good against my legs, it felt natural to be wearing them. Next came the drawers. How this all fit together, I had a quick thought, and then continued on with the adventure. Once I had these items on, I went back to the wardrobe, and looked through the gowns and dresses hung so orderly in front of me. I soon found a emerald green and black off the shoulder sleeveless gown that was so feminine and beautiful and would catch the eye of any suitor. I put on the shoes next, and didn't think at all that they should not fit, but fit they did, They were a size 5 and my foot was far bigger than that, but I cared less, the shoes fit as if made for me. I pulled the corset on nest, and found that I could pull the tightening strings myself. As I pulled it ever so tighter, I noticed a female figure was developing. I could not stop, and I pulled ever so tight, I thought I would soon pass out. And to my surprise the corset even gave me cleavage. I had let my hair down from the pony tail I had it in, and now let it go natural. I didn't have a mirror handy in my room, but was starting to wonder how I was looking... most likely pretty awful, as a large male squeezing into a small woman's clothes. I once again went to the captain trunk and pulled out a bustle petticoat with eyelet trim all around. I stepped into the bustle and then pulled the draw string tight so it fit snug around my now feminine waist. Picking up the green and black ball gown, I slipped it over my head and found once again that the item fit perfectly. I must be imagining things, as there should have been no way it fit me this well with out damaging it. I was amazed to see that I was flexible to pull the back draws in and tighten them, then tie them up so that the dress now fit perfect. I was starting to get excited to see myself, but decided that I would wait until I put on some of the jewelry that was in the wardrobe drawer. I pulled out a very beautiful Victoria choker with a covered in pearls. It was one of the most beautiful pieces in the collection, and went perfect with the dress. Next came pearl tear drop earrings, that I had no problem getting into my own earring holes. I soon noticed a pair of elbow length black opera gloves in another drawer, and pulled them over my own hands. To past my own elbows. I had to admire them, as they made my own arms look small. I then found a gorgeous pearl bracelet, and put it on to see how it went with the other jewelry. It was a perfect match. I was starting to get excited, but knew that once I looked in the mirror, I would see the male I had always been and not the female I had always wanted to be, looking back into the mirror. I again looked into the wardrobe drawer and noticed some beautiful pearl hair combs. I thought what the hell, and pulled my own hair up on top of my own head as best I could and put the combs into my hair. I could feel little hair dangles all about my face and the back of my neck and thought I must look quite the site. I was really hoping that no one would stop in at that moment and see me dressed this way. In the truck I noticed some powder and rouge and decided to put some on my face. It could hurt I thought, and went easy on the make-up. I was now almost ready to look at myself in the mirror in my bathroom. I looked one final time into another drawer in the wardrobe, and found a very beautiful lace fan. This could only help enhance my costume I thought, and with a flick of my wrist, it was opened up as if I had done this a million times before. Now walking in one of these dresses is slower than one might think, and to run would be a hindrance, but I seemed to walk with ease. As I stepped out of my bedroom door way, I could hear voices coming from downstairs. It sounded as if a large party was taking place and possible even a ball. I was confused on this, and as I turned to look back in my bedroom, I noticed that my room for some reason was different. I then turned back around to look down the hallway, and noticed that it was now different than my own hallway. I was feeling confused and stepped back into my own room. As I did, I noticed a full length mirror off to the side and next to my wardrobe that I had bought earlier in the day. As I looked towards the mirror, I saw looking back at me a stunningly gorgeous young woman in her teens to early 20's. As I moved my own arms, I noticed that her movements followed opposite of mine. I would move my right arm, she would move her left, I turned slightly to my right, she turned slightly to her left. Something was wrong with her, and I wasn't sure what. I stood and looked at her for about 5 minutes and looked about the room and saw no one else in there with me. I must have fallen asleep and was dreaming, and what a dream it as. I found myself walking towards the mirror, and the young woman did likewise. As I reached it, I reached out to touch it, and found that yes I was indeed touching a mirror. I put my right hand to my mouth, and the movement followed. I was looking into the eyes of myself as a beautiful young woman, the woman I had always wanted to be but in the 1870's. My lips were full and my hair a very dark brown to almost black, and the bluest eye's I had seen in many years. My skin was like perfect porcelain, with very high cheek bones, and cat like eye's. I could not believe that this was me, I must be dreaming. As I breathed, I could see the breasts expand and contract and I turned sideways and notice that this woman had a very nice figure with the help of the corset and stood about 5'4" tall and could have only weight 90 pounds at best I looked about the room and it was clearly not the room I had left just moments ago. This room was much larger, and had a large window with curtains one it. I went to the window and looked out and saw that I was on the 3rd floor of a building, and outside I could see carriages pulling up in the gas light of a coble stone street. I to could hear the hooves of horses as their shoes touched the street. There was only explanation to this, I had passed out while trying to put on the corset, and slipped into a very real dream. I pinched myself, and it hurt. I then looked into the closet again, and noticed a hat with a large hat pin in it. If pinching was not going to wake me up, maybe the pin would. I grabbed the pin, and then stuck it into my left upper arm. I did not get very far into it and screamed in pain and dropped the needle. I noticed the scream was that of a female and even as a scream, it sounded beautiful. It wasn't long, I heard footsteps coming up the stair way from down stairs, and tried to hide behind the wardrobe door. As I did this, I heard a woman's voice say, "Annie, are you all right my dear? The guests are waiting for you to come down to wish you a happy birthday." I stood as still as I could and I soon heard the woman's voice again, as I heard her inter into the room looking for me. "Annie, you silly child, this is not the time to play games. We have guests here to see you, and it isn't polite to keep them waiting." As I stood there behind the wardrobe door, I could feel panic starting to course through my body, I was trapped and had no way out. If I tried to climb into the wardrobe, I would be discovered, I had nowhere to hide. As I tried to think of what to do, the woman's voice spoke again, just as she looked behind the door. And she said, "You silly young woman, always the prankster." As soon as she saw me, my reaction was to cover my eyes as if in shame. Even thought the young woman I appeared to be was stunning to say the least, I felt out of place. I could feel the woman looking at me and she made a gasp and said, "Annie, you are by far the most beautiful woman in all of New York if not the whole United States. Every young man will want to make you his bride, but only one will be lucky enough to capture your heart." I pulled my hands from my face and looking at me was a woman that could have been me but much older. She was dressed in a blue gown, and her hair was starting to turn slightly gray. As I stood looking at her I could see the awe in her face, and she reached out and clasped my left arm, and asked me to turn around. As I did, I could hear her say, "My how lucky the young men will be tonight to see Aphrodite herself make an appearance in our home. Come my princess, let the world feast on your beauty," as she pulled me towards the door and down the hallway. As we rounded the corner I could hear the party down below and I then saw a huge wooden spiral stair case that wound its way down to another level. I didn't know what to do, and just let the woman lead me down. As we started down I stopped and decided to say to the woman, "What day is this?" The woman gave me a puzzled look and said, "It's your 18th birthday dear, don't you remember?" I looked at her and said, "No what is the physical day, you know April 30th 2007?" Which was the day I had bought the wardrobe and trunk. The woman gave me a puzzled look and then chucked and said, "Always the prankster among our children with ever the imagination, why dear, it is Friday the 5th of November 1875, it's your birthday, and we are celebrating it dear, are you feeling sick?" I stood and thought for just a second, and then said, "Just a little dizzy I guess with all of the excitement!" The woman then gave me a smile and then a hug and kiss on my right check, and said, "I understand fully dear, it's a big day for us all here, as your father has a huge surprise for you!" As we continued down the stairs I wondered how wonderful and realistic this dream must be. There was no way that I could have gone back in time, and become this woman that I now was, but real it did seem. Too real to be honest. Just before we reached the lower level and the people below, the woman, who must have been my mother as far as I could tell by the way she talked to me, asked me to wait for just a moment and then make my entrance. As she walked down below I could hear her voice ever so slightly to another person, and said, "She is ready to make her entrance." I stood for just a second, and figured that I might as well enjoy the dream to its fullest, as it was everything I had always wanted... well except living in the 19th century, but I did always have a love for the clothing of that time period even as a male denying his sexuality. I started to walk down the stairs, and as soon as I came into view, there must have been over 200 people in the room below, and a band to boot. As I appeared, the band stopped playing, and I could see every eye upon me, and every mouth of every woman dropped to the floor, and every young mans tough hit with them. I stood for just a second, and a man who was standing next to the woman who must have been my mother said, "Please everyone, this is my beautiful daughter, Deanna Abigail Monroe!" Everyone started to clap, and I could see everyone looking up at me while talking into each others ears. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, the man who announced me... my father, took me by both hands, and gave me a kiss to my cheek, and said, "You are even more beautiful than your sisters, or any woman alive!" I could not help but blush as this man, my father said this to me. He then took me by the hand and walked me into the center of the room and said to the band, "Please play your most beautiful waltz, so that I may have this first dance with this angel of beauty!" Panic was ready to start in, as I had no idea how to waltz. The band stared to play "The Blue Danube" and instead of falling all over my feet, I managed to follow the lead of my father. As I looked about I could see many young men eyeing me with desire to be the next to have a dance with me and possibly more. As we finished up the dance, a man in tails, who must have been a servant, came up to my father with two glasses of wine. He handed me the first, then took the second for himself and said, "A toast to the most beautiful woman in all the world, and a toast to her 18th birthday, and soon a day in which she will leave us to go to Paris to finish her schooling. A toast to her beauty, intelligence, wit, and spirit that someday may be tamed by the right man for her. A toast to Deanna Abigail Monroe, who makes the sun shine were ever her face and voice is heard!" With that I heard many people say "Hear, Hear!" and the wine vanished into their mouths. As I took a drink from my own wine glass, my father said, "Let us now hear the beauty of her voice and her talents on the harpsichord!" I must have gotten a look of terror on my face, as my father said, "What is wrong dear, it is only right that you sing us a song!" I stepped near my father to whisper into his ear, "Father, I am not feeling up to it right now, and I don't think our guests want to be bored with my horrid piano playing and voice!" He pulled back with a hug grin on his face and looked me in the eye, then turned to the crowd and said, "My beautiful daughter feels that our guests will be bored by her voice and playing. If you think she should play for us, let her hear it from you!" A roar erupted in our house as everyone let it be known that I should play a song for them. I took a big gulp, as my father led me to the harpsichord sitting near the band and pulled out the bench for me to sit at. I gave him an look that I was a little upset with him and also of fear as I eased my dress away from the bench making it easier to sit. My father leaned in close again and said, "Do not worry my daughter, you are a very talented player, with a voice to match!" Then he stood up to listen. I sat for a moment just looking down into the keys and studying them, not knowing what to do or play. I could feel my heart pounding away, as panic was taking over. I could play the guitar somewhat, as I had played in a few bar bands in my early days, but I had stopped that, and the only songs I could think of were Tacota and Fugue in D minor and simple little keyboard songs I had taught myself as a kid. As far as singing, Crazy Train by Ozzy was running wild through my head, and I knew to sing that would cause an uproar with the guests. As I sat thinking and panicking, I could hear people start to murmur in the background. All I could think of was how to play this thing and sing a song that people knew. My father bent down again to whisper in my ear and said, "Annie, you're going to make a fool out of your mother and I, not to mention yourself. Please play something for us!" I could hear a slight bit of anger in his voice, as I turned to look at him and said, "Father, I am just not feeling up to it, please do not make me do this!" He gave me a stern look that told me I had better get to playing something soon, or I would be in big trouble. I was going to be in big trouble no matter what, and decided I might as well try. I took off both of my gloves to make it easier to play, and then reached up to touch the keys. I sat for just a second and then Greensleeves the song popped into my head and I started to play and then sing. I was amazed that I could do this, and was even more surprised that I could sing as well as I did. This woman... I was as good as my parents made me out to be. If I had this voice in my time, it would make Amy Lee look like someone who couldn't hold a note. When I got done with the song, the guests erupted in applause and cheer. I looked up at my father to see if he had a satisfied look on his face, and he did. He too was applauding. I could see the look in his face to have me play another, and I shock my head no and mouthed NO to him. Others were wanting more, and when my father saw me shake my head no to this, he said, "I think it is time to we get back to dancing to celebrate." As I stood up, I gave him a kiss on the check and said in his ear, "Thank you father, I am just not up to playing tonight, my head is in a spin, and this is as much excitement that I need tonight." He too then gave me a kiss on the check as I slipped my gloves back onto my arms. He then escorted me over to my mother and 4 other people, 2 men and 2 women. I could see some of my mother and father in them and the 2 women gave me a hug and each said that they were proud to be my sisters. I smiled at both of them as they soon left to dance with men that I must assume were spouses. Both of the men came up and gave me a kiss on the check and said, "Ok which one of your two brothers gets the honor of the next dance before we have to return to our wives?" I looked into both of their eye's and replied, "The oldest of course!" At which time the one I had not been looking at took me by the hand to the dance floor. We had danced about half of the song and then the other man who must have been my younger brother cut in. Once the song was done, he lead me back to a chair by my parents and motioned me to set. I just sat down when a whole line of young men came up to me to ask for the next dance. Some were plain looking men, a couple down right homely, but there was a couple of gentlemen that caught my eye as two of the most handsome young men in the gathering. Each was dressed very dashing, and one was even in an officers uniform of the US Army. I had been a history buff and had studied the Civil War and knew that the uniforms had not changed that much. By the looks of it, he was a Lieutenant in the Cavalry. As I sat in my chair, I tried to admire all of the dresses and hair styles of the women at the party, but I didn't get very long to look, as I was being asked by about 15 young men to dance. I had no idea of the manners of the time, or so I thought I didn't, but the first young man to ask me was the one I danced with next. I could see that I was going to get worn out by all of the dancing taking place. Many times young men would try to cut in on each dance, and I would refuse to leave the one I was with until the end of the song. I felt that it was only proper that each had a chance to be with me. After about the third young man I finally got to dance with one of the two young men who had caught my eye. His hair was just past his ears and had a slight wave to it. It was very thick, and his eye's were a deep blue. As we danced, he told me how beautiful my voice was, and that I was a fantastic player of the harpsichord. I smiled at him, and told him thank you, and I must have blushed, as he said, "It is true what your father said about you, you are the most beautiful woman, you are indeed an angel of beauty." All I could do was just smile at him, and it sure must have looked like I was smitten. No sooner did the song end, and the young cavalry office wanted his dance. As I danced with him, all he could talk about was how savage the natives were, and how he would be leaving to go hunt them down. I gave him a look of disgust, and let him have an ear full on my feelings about the native Americans and how I thought it was wrong of us to be taking their lands and life away. I must have said something about how Custer deserved to be killed at the Little Big Horn, and he stopped and looked at me funny and said, "What do you mean, Custer died at the Little Big Horn, he just finished up a Survey of the Black Hills!" I stammered for a second and then said, "Well he may get what he deserves if he goes to the Little Big Horn!" I then spun around and left him, just in time to see the last young man that I had danced with shake hands with my father, and my mother give him a hug. I could see a hug smile on his face, but could not make out what they had talked about. As I walked over to them, he handed me a glass of wine and raised it up and said, "To Deanna Monroe, the most beautiful woman here tonight, and in all the world!" As everyone raised their glass and did a "Hear, Hear!" I could not help but smile at him, and in being treated in such a way. It was what I had always wanted and wished for, and to look as beautiful as the new body I was in, was unbelievable to say the least. But I also believed that this was just one incredibly realistic dream, that I didn't want to end. I had just taken a sip of the red wine he handed me, and he reached out and eased it from my grasp. He then turned to look in my eyes and took my right hand, held it to his mouth and kissed it. I was beginning to think I knew what my parents and he had talked about, and he turned and pulled me to a large door in the back of the room. I could not help but follow him, and wondered were he was leading me. It didn't take long to see that he was leading me into the family library that would have made most small town public libraries jealous with the collection. Also in the room was a desk, sofa, chairs and table. Upon reaching the room, he pulled me inside more, then closed the door behind us, and turned to look at me. I was almost hypnotized by his gorgeous blue eye's and wavy brown hair. He was nothing short of being a hunk or a stud if he were to be from my time. I could tell that even in his tux and tails, that he was very strong and fit, not to mention he stood almost 6 feet tall, which made him one of the taller men of the party. Taking me in his arms he pulled me close and then leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips. I was stunned at first, and it felt right, but I had no idea of his name, at least my mind didn't, but I am sure that this body did. The kiss lased until I pulled away, and turned my head away from his. I could see a puzzled look in his face and then he said, "Do I offend you, do I anger you, or do something wrong?" I turned back to look him in the eye's and said, "I am just not sure that I am ready for that!" I could see the puzzled look in his eyes and then holding both of my hands, he bent down on one knee. Just as I turned my head to look him back in the eye, and see fully what he was doing he said, "Deanna Abigail Monroe, I have wanted to ask this of you a long time, ever since seeing you for the 1st time growing up as children, I knew right then that you would be the one!" I could feel my heart racing and I think I went into shock, but I was mesmerized to hear him speak to me. "Tonight with your 18th birthday, I have gotten permission from your mother and father to ask for your hand in mar....!" At that point, I do not remember anything else he said, as I backed out. When I came to, I was in what I assumed was my bedroom, as it was the room I had been in at the start of the adventure. I could see sun light drifting into the room by the large windows in my room, and I could feel a cool compress on my forehead. Just as I opened my eyes I heard the voice of my mother say, "You gave us a scare there Annie. Are you feeling alright? The Doctor has looked you over and you're as healthy as can be!" I turned my head to face her and smiled. "I feel fine mother, I guess I just had to mush excitement and wine last night, and it caught up with me!" My mother smiled back at me and took the compress off of my forehead. "Thomas had taken you into the library, and it wasn't long before he came running out saying that you had fainted on him. He then said it happened just as he was asking you for your hand in marriage!" "Oh mother, I am so sorry to worry you all like that," I said, and reached out and took her hand. When I saw Thomas, I said stammering, "Talking to you and father. And he took me into the library; I had an idea what he was up to. I guess the excitement was to much!" I was really beginning to wonder if this was a dream or reality. Everything was to clear and my senses were saying that it was all real and not my imagination. Everything felt right, the touch, smells, sight, sound, and taste. This must have been a life meant for me, or one I was meant to live again. I had always been a believer in reincarnation, and even that I had lived in the 1870's as a woman, but this was more than I could have ever believed. And living this life felt natural. As I laid in the bed, I was trying to think back to just before coming here and it was fading on me. Everything felt vague and foggy. I looked at my mother and took her hand. "I am so sorry I scared everyone last night, and ruined the party. You and everyone was so wonderful, and I ruined it for everyone!" My mother leaned in and gave me a kiss on the forehead. Then as she pulled away she said, "As long as my little Annie is healthy, then we are happy. We can always throw another one soon, I am sure!" She gave he a hug smile, and her beauty radiated from it. She then got off my bed and said, "There is someone who has been here all night with you, I think it is time he gets to see you!" I could not help but smile at her as she left the room. I then got more into a sitting position, and noticed that I was in a white sleeping gown. My hair fell down around my shoulders in waves, and in the mirror across the room I noticed that I was just as beautiful now as I had been last night. From the hallway I could her my mother speaking, "Now please be patient with her, and try not to excite her to much. I think she just wasn't ready last night to hear that you wanted to marry her. Give her time, she has a lot to think about!" I heard Thomas's voice then, "Yes Mrs. Monroe, I will not bring it up again to her, but I do still love her deeply, and want to make he my wife and the happiest woman alive!" "I am sure you will Thomas, you're a fine young man, and Mr. Monroe and I would be happy to have you join our family and call you our son-in-law!" my mother said softly. The door squeaked open all of the way, and Thomas entered. Just as he did, I decided to pull a prank on him, and closed my eyes and held my breath, and didn't move. In fact I acted like I was dead. It may have been a little cruel to do it, but I needed to see his reaction. He walked up to me and sat on the bed next to me. He then picked up a hand and spoke to me, "Annie, are you awake?" He then patted my and hand and shock me so slightly. I did not respond. He did it again, and then I could feel his face next to mine as he felt for breathing and found none. Thomas then jumped off of the bed, and went screaming, "Mrs. Monroe, Deanna is not breathing, or moving, something is wrong." As he started to rush out of the room in panic, I sat up, and when he came back in with my mother, I had a huge smile on my face. I could see the look of horror on his face turn red as he clinched his jaw. "You wicked woman, why care for you so much, I will never know, but I do, and I am just glad you are well!" I could see the look on my mothers face as if scolding me with it, and then she turned to leave the room. "She is a wild one Thomas, you'll be lucky to tame this one!" Thomas then came to sit on the bed next to me, and gave me a kiss on the lips. This time the kiss seemed to be more tender from him, and showed me that he did care for me. The first kiss also felt awkward, but this one felt right. Once Thomas was done kissing me, I said, "My sweet Thomas, I am so sorry I scared you last night and a moment ago!" Stammering again, "I just am trying to figure things out, and having you ask me to marry you, just wasn't the right time for me. But I know I care for you, and I am sure you are a good man, and will make a fine husband, but I need to figure out my life, before I can answer that question. I do want you to ask again someday, maybe soon, and I think you will know when that time is right!" I could see the sadness in his eyes as he looked down to my bed coverings. "I guess I have waited 14 years for you, I can wait another 14 if that is what it takes to win your heart!" I could not help bit smile and squeeze his hand and feel his sadness, but what I had said was true, I was not sure of who I was, or were I was, nor what my life was totally about, even thought I was seeing visions of me as this little girl, pulling pranks and playing with a young Thomas Anderson. This life was starting to be as if I had lived it all of my life, and I was beginning to enjoy it to it's fullest. I pulled Thomas in for a kiss, and then said, "I need to rest a little, my knight, I will speak to you soon. Do not fret, because I do care deeply for you, well almost as much as I do for Phillip!" teasing him some more. The name and vision of Phillip had popped into my head as the young cavalry officer that I had gotten angry at last night over his talk on the natives. Thomas gave me a look of worry, and I gave him a sly smile back and said, "Or do I?" Thomas then gave me a little growl, then laughed and left the room, shutting the door behind him. As I sat in the bed thinking I could remember many key events that happened from the 1870's to the year 2007 which was the year I came from. I could not however remember much about that other persons life that I had lived. It was strange, yet I knew that this was the right place for me to be, and I knew that I would not be going back to that old life, that I didn't fit into anyway, and I closed my eyes to sleep. Epilogue Thomas Anderson asked me again on Christmas Day 1875 to marry him again. This time I said yes to him. I did act like I fainted on him again, but then looked into his eyes and said yes to him. We set the wedding one month upon my return from Paris which was July 22, 1877. It was a beautiful wedding that almost looked like a royal wedding. Thomas and I had 3 children, Thomas Jr. Andrew Monroe, and Lilly our only daughter. Thomas died in WWI, Andrew died in 1952 of old age, and Lilly married a man, and lived to be over 100 years old. Her only daughter was the one I bought the chest from and she was 90 years old. She was named after me Deanna Abigail and left the world with many grandchildren. As for Thomas and I, we traveled the world, and gained riches from investments, and managed to be OK during the depression, as I had inside information, and it keep us doing well. Thomas died in the spring of 1942 at the age of 89. I died a few days latter only to be reborn in 1963 as one of the great grandchildren to Deanna Abigail Monroe Anderson, only this time, I was the young woman I was mean to be, and looked just like my great, great grandmother. With the purchase of the trunk and wardrobe the first time I set in motion the reality that was meant to be, but hadn't happened. But I did manage to secure the chest and wardrobe as an inheritance and had the clothing sealed and put on display, but only after having replicas made of each one for my own personal collection and use. The End