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The changeling
Hoping to get some ideas for my software business I had been to a EU
sponsored conference at Bled in Slovenia. I had picked up a lot of good
ideas and was looking forward to getting home to work on them, so once
back in my hotel I logged on to check my flight with Adria Airlines. I
was annoyed to find that my flight had been delayed by a whole day, but
decided to make the best of it by exploring the Triglav mountain area,
so using the hire car, I set off through several pretty villages before
hitting a long road running alongside a river. Bit by bit the land rose
on either side to become ridges of mountains, with the sun outlining
their peaks and their sides covered in pine forests. I stopped for a
while and lay on a grassy patch to soak it all in, before continuing up
the road which started to zig zag up one side of the valley, not once
did I see anybody or anything on the way up.
At the top the road wound its way down into the next valley which seemed
very inviting so on I went, though actually at the bottom it was just
more forest, even denser, so after a while I decided to go back. As the
road had got a lot narrower it was a while before I found somewhere to
turn round, but I was in no hurry. Coming back along the valley I came
to a junction that I had completely missed earlier: the road that I was
on and two more coming in at an angle from the slopes. They all looked
the same with little sign of use, but I decided to carry straight on.
After a while I was worried that I was not going back up out of the
valley, but along it, so I turned round again and drove back to the
junction and took the middle road. By now I was getting a bit hungry and
the sun was disappearing behind the mountains, but its low rays at the
next bend shone on the walls of a typical Slovene castle: tall and
turreted.
The entrance to the castle was over a drawbridge and through a pair of
massive wooden doors. Parking just outside I walked across and found
that there was a small door set into one of them and at its side was a
rope which I pulled: nothing happened so I tried again more forcefully
and then a gratifying clang of a bell somewhere resulted. I stood
waiting impatiently when the door slowly opened and was let in by tall
young woman in wide skirt and bodice with school girl plaits. She smiled
and asked me in English
"Can I help you?"
"Yes please, I have somehow got lost and I want to get back to Bled, can
you tell me how please?
"Yes of course, there is a fast shortcut, but first do come in and meet
the owner of the castle Countess Ljiljana of Carantania, I'm sure she'd
love to offer you tea; don't worry, she speaks English fluently ~ oh, by
the way I am Natasha."
She lead me across the courtyard and through a door at the far side,
then up two flights of stairs where we entered a large room with windows
looking out over the whole area, it was full of antique furniture,
pictures, vases, long drapes and heavily carpeted. Sitting at the window
was an elegant woman in her at fifties wearing a neat suit such as my
mother wore in her youth. Her hair was rolled into a bun over each ear
rather like the princess in Star Wars. She rose and I noticed that she
had a bad limp as she did so, but she welcomed me graciously and offered
me a seat.
"I suspect that you have lost yourself, don't worry it is easily done,
you are by no means the first. Now do tell me about yourself, why you
are you in Slovenia."
Natasha who left the room, returned with a tray laden with all the usual
English tea things. The Countess poured the tea herself though Natasha
passed it to me with a small plate of cakes. Actually though the cup was
very delicate china, the tea was pretty foul but out of courtesy I felt
that I should drink it. We chatted for a while more, but after some
pleasantries I said that I really should be on my way, so I stood up to
leave and blanked out completely.
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I woke with splitting head ache, cold and aware of a strong chemical
smell and slowly a sat up under the glare of a bright light high in the
ceiling of a cave. An empty cave ~ well no quite: at one end was a
wooden door whilst down the middle was a gulley with water running down
it to disappear through a large hole and on the other side was a wicker
basket.
As my mind cleared I realised that I was absolutely naked, and I had
stabbing pain across my chest and under one arm, and I seemed to be
wearing a hat.
Reaching up I found that my hair was full of wire crosses, made of dozen
of hair pins. Slowly I pulled them out leaving a cluster of screwed up
hair and realised that I was the source of the odd smell, all my body
seemed to soaked in something. I ached from lying on the rock floor and
my chest was swollen into two mounds ~ gingerly touching them gave me a
stabbing pain, so I stopped.
Carefully standing up I realised that I was thirsty and starving, so
went to the door and banged on it as hard as I could, which hurt, so I
tried kicking it and then I yelled at the top of my voice, until I was
hoarse.
But nothing happened except now I was really thirsty so I knelt at the
water and drank , then taking stock, I went to the wicker basket hoping
to find some food, but it was full of clothes, which I pulled out and
sat on, and then tried calling for help again and using a patent leather
slipper banged louder on door.
Nothing. By now the water had had its effect and I was bursting for a
pee, so I straddled the stream but found that my prick was all soft and
floppy and I could not feel anything even though I squeezed it really
hard, but the wee flowed OK.
Now completely awake I tried hammering on the door again, then shouting,
but nothing, so I sat down and wrapped my self in the mass of white
frilly cloth, and bundled a bright red velvet jacket as a pillow
I was getting frightened, cold, hungry and alone with a thousand
thoughts rushing through my mind, how could I get out, why was I here,
where was I, until exhausted emotionally I lay down and dozed off. After
a period of restless sleep, cold and hunger woke me, so again I went to
the door and banged as loudly as I could, but the thick oak planks
seemed to muffle everything. I had lost all sense of time so it may have
only have been a day or so later when I began to feel truly weak from
lack of food when the oak door opened and Natasha stood watching me,
holding a tray of cake and biscuits.
"You can have these, I think that you must be very hungry, but first you
must put on all your new clothes which I see you have made a terrible
mess."
That really annoyed me so I snapped back, "I am a man and those are for
women so of course not, get me my own back now."
"That will not be possible," she said, "they have all been burnt and now
you need to get this straight, you can stay here until you just die or
agree to dress. In the winter that water there rises to fill the floor
of the cave and anything left in here disappears down that hole. The
countess couldn't care less what happens to you but I need you to
agree."
"Don't be ridiculous: I just am not wearing that stuff and give me that
food."
I made a lunge at her but she neatly stepped back and slammed the door
I screamed and burst into tears and sat with my knees tucked up. It all
must have exhausted my energy, for later I dozed but I was awoken by an
odd sound, water was rushing faster down the gulley, soon it started to
over flow and the lower part of the cave was awash.
Now that really broke me, so I rummaged through the basket and found a
pair of long white socks, pulled them on up to my knees and then a
followed that with a baggy pair of shorts with lacy edges, before
putting the black slippers on. Next I found a top with short arms also
with frilly edges which I managed to get on over my swollen chest the
right way round. Dressed like that I went to the door and screamed and
kicked at it.
At last the door opened and Natasha stood with her arms akimbo. "Just
what do you look like, are you going to dress properly or not?"
"I have done my best so if you are so damn clever come in and show me
how to do it."
"No, now you've seen sense, you can bring all that stuff with you and
we'll go up to your room, follow me."
Gathering all the rest up in my arms I followed her up a long spiral
staircase until we came to a door which was locked. After letting me
through she locked it again. The room was quite large with a bed,
cupboards and a large narrow window looking out over the forest.
"Now spread out all that lot over the bed and let's see what's what, now
concentrate on what I'm telling you.
"First of all pull on that skirt and let me tie it at your waist, like
so. Now shake out that bunch of petticoats and step into them carefully,
kick off your shoes first though or you'll tear them. Pull them up,
under your skirt and give the whole lot a shake and smooth it over them.
Now take up that red bodice that you were using as a pillow, get it so
the coat of arms is to the front with the cross lacing, put your arms
into it and get it over your head.
"Right, turn round so I can tighten it properly, just underneath your
boobs, see how it pushed them up. You'll have to learn to do that
yourself, it's quite easy provided you remember to loosen the laces when
you take it off. Now the last thing is to put on your apron, so it
covers the front of your skirt, then check everything in the mirror over
there."
Now for the first time I was able to look in the mirror. My dark
straight hair was now a mass of short blonde curls, and my eye brows had
become narrow and arched.
"Now that's the new you, not bad really; perhaps a touch of lipstick;
what do you think? Try this colour."
After a tentative smearing I managed to more or less cover my lips
neatly, and I had to admit I could happily have taken myself to bed.
"As you have at last given in, I must tell you what this is all about,
so sit down over there and eat that lot and I'll explain.
"Firstly the Countess Ljiljana is allowed to live here precariously by
the government, most of its ministers are not at all sympathetic, so she
keeps out of everybody's way. She never knows who is a friend and who
is n't, and there is anyway an age old family belief that the matriarch
will be betrayed by a thwarted woman. So she always has a companion to
protect her who can never get pregnant, nor satisfy a man and that
person is me. Several years ago when the Count died and left her alone
she realised that there was a solution so she set about arranging it. A
Dutch veterinarian on an exchange job for the agriculture ministry got
lost like you and she invited him in and plied him with the local plum
brandy, until he got hopelessly drunk. She got her gate man to push his
car into the ravine, which incidentally is now joined by yours, and
dressed him herself in a dirndl uniform just like yours.
"It wasn't very successful, he tried to escape several times, but all
the gates are locked and the lower floors only have slits for windows so
he accepted it badly, was not prepared to act his new role and wore his
clothes carelessly and of course there was no hormone treatment. One day
she arranged for a door to be left unlocked and he took off one night,
she never knew what happened to him.
"After a year or so an Australian hiker fetched up at the door but this
time she had all the drugs that the veterinarian had left behind which
he had explained to her how they all worked, so she used them to keep
him sedated for over a week. That person was me, I've been here for
five years but I persuaded her Ladyship to let me go if I could find a
replacement, and that is why I told you that I needed you. I just had to
wait and wait, until someone got lost, it was a long time really,
probably many months waiting and praying, and now at last you've
arrived. That is why I was so cruel to you, because you are my release
ticket."
"Now did you tell the hotel where you were going?"
"No."
"Well that's good and nobody in the castle knows you are here, because I
let you in myself, though of course the staff are aware that the
Countess has a potential new Lady in Waiting staying with her. Once you
had become unconscious we injected anaesthetic into your penis, it will
wear off after a week or so and you'll begin to feel it again, but we
also inserted under your arm a couple of potent female hormone pellets
used for horses. Slowly that will change the way you look and more
importantly feel, in three months you will find that you think
differently and should be sympathetic but more emotional, don't worry;
you'll like it.
"Next we used a special syringe to squirt molten wild boar's fat under
your chest muscles to give you a pair of temporary breasts. Then we
bleached your hair as you can smell and set it in little curls, it was
nothing like long enough to plait, we did your body hair at the same
time so it's not so obvious, as you can see.
"We have decided that your name is Katerina and I shall show you how to
act as a lady-in-waiting for the Countess. Today we shall brush her
hair, then plait it and coil it the way she likes over her ears and
tomorrow you can wash it for her first."
Each day I had a new task to learn, how to file her nails, fold her
nightgown, and as our relationship grew, read to her from the extensive
library. In return they both taught me Slovene, not an easy language,
but I persevered. I was even allowed to massage her neck before her
night time bath, which of course I ran for her at her bed time
As the summer wore on I realised that I was changing: the horse hormone
seemed to be working only too well: not only had I proper breasts, which
brimmed my bodice gratifyingly but my voice was softer and I seemed to
have broadened out behind, whilst there was nothing much to hold down
below; the bits seemed to have shrunk away, so I always sat down when
necessary. Naturally my hair was longer and softer but not yet ready to
be plaited. I realise now looking back that I was getting more emotional
generally and fussier about how my clothes looked. Each morning I awoke
with pleasure at the thought of attending my mistress and choosing what
she should wear for the day from her vast wardrobe of clothes. She
seemed to have a limitless collection from exquisitely tailored tweed
suits, flowing silk dresses to long ball gowns, so selection was always
an adventure and an increasing delight: particularly when I held them up
against myself for choice in the mirror.
One day Countess Ljiljana called me and said that she was really pleased
with me: I had developed really quickly she said, which made me blush
and a little weepy, "Katerina, it's time for Natasha to leave us, I feel
completely safe with you being my companion, perhaps you would like to
tell her yourself that she can go whenever she feels ready."
It was an emotional farewell, I had n't realised how much of a big
sister Natasha had become and how fond of her I was. The door was
unlocked and we both waved her good bye and hugged each other for
comfort.
"I shall no longer lock the doors," Ljiljana said to me. "I am sure you
will stay with me now I am alone."
Time passed and I settled into the routine of lady's companion, but one
day just as we had sat down together for lunch we both heard distinct
sounds of shooting, which was much more than that of huntsmen. We had
heard for a while that there had been increasing anti government riots
in Ljubljana and wondered if there was a connection.
The noise got worse; louder and more frequent, standing up the Countess
suddenly looked very frightened and left the table and retired to her
bedchamber, I assumed to lie down, but she came back into the ante
chamber completely dressed as I was, in the dirndl dress that all the
servants wore, and she had done it all without my help. She had let her
plaits down too.
"If that is the rebels and they break in, then I am done for; they hate
aristocrats and my family particularly, so I beg you not to say who I
am, remember, I trust you completely; tell them I am one of your staff"
Before I had a chance to say anything, the door crashed open and a thick
set soldier in a dirty grey belted tunic and a cap with ear flaps strode
through it pointing a short rifle directly at me.
With a rush he was across the room and pushed me backwards and I fell
across a couch, but before I could roll aside he pushed his gun at my
neck to keep me still. He fumbled one handed with his belt, then with
his trousers half way down used that spare hand to drive under my skirt
to get lost amongst all the layers of my petticoats, his eyes reddening
with fury and lust.
Rapidly he kicked my legs apart and he dropped between them, lowering
the gun to use both hands to rip down my knickers. As I struggled;
twisting from side to side, trying to kick him, I was aware that
Countess was at the far side of the room by the window, transfixed with
horror, for she realised what would happen when he found out I was not
what he expected. I screamed at her for help but suddenly there was a
deafening explosion and the whole end of the room just disappeared, and
the soldier slid to the floor, lying motionless.
Slowly I struggled to my feet with a ringing in my ears; I was vaguely
aware of deep pain in my right leg and limped from the pain, but found
that a piece of timber still embedded in my skirt was causing it.
As I tried to pull it free, through the smashed door came a smartly
dressed officer who saluted
"Forgive me your highness, I am so relived to find you safe; I am very
sorry for all the damage, but we were so worried that we might not be
here in time, so we had to use a mortar at point blank range to try to
unblock the entrance quickly. Is there anybody else here?"
Dazed though I was, it seemed foolish to try to explain, so I extended
my hand for him to kiss which as he did, he bowed slightly, sending
ripple of pleasure through me. I thanked him for saving me and said, "No
there is n't. Now can you please remove that?" I said pointing to the
rebel soldier's body, before I turned away.
By now I was beginning to grasp what had just happened, I knew the full
fear of being raped, I knew that the Countess was probably gone for
ever, I knew that officially I did not exist and I was at mental cross
roads as whether to escape or stay.
I had been in my role for so long and I was a very different person now,
without any papers to identify the original me, how could I leave the
country. Anyway it was all too much; I went to the bed chamber, closed
the door and fell upon the Countess's bed emotionally and physically
drained. As I dozed I let my mind wonder through the cupboards of
dresses, drawers of silk underwear, racks of high heeled shoes, now all
mine, coiled plaits, what colour to paint my nails and the thought of
me: Countess Ljiljana of Carantania, inviting that very handsome officer
to tea.
Aeryn
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