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Original Story by Eric - Expanded Edition by Emma
In which...wishing to avoid a dull visit to her grandmother, Lady Ann
Neville takes drastic steps; giving her a holiday from herself and getting
a little too much information on how the lower orders live.
Chapter One
Lady & Servant
1
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, Griply Hall. His job
was to muck out and groom the horses and perform manual labour around the
estate. He was forbidden even from entering the manor house. He scraped an
existence in the reflected light from this affluent and powerful family
but he could never be one of them.
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 it was to China. 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? He was dirty and coarse; a big hairy man who
couldn't even talk in a gentile way. She would never consider him as a
friend, let alone a husband. He had no money, no education and no
prospects. He could barely read or write. He had no proper manners and
didn't know the first thing about how to be a gentleman.
Worst of all was the fact that he knew deep down in his heart that he
really wasn't good enough for her. She was quality. He was a dirty great
country bumpkin, not even fit to clean her shoes. He was thick as two
short planks - enough people had told him so over the years - and she was
a cultured lady, a distant part of the royal family. She could do anything
and go anywhere. She had a life of riches and luxury before her. All he
had was a drafty old hayloft he paid rent for and two suits of clothes.
Burt hurried away from the window of the manor. He couldn't see Lady Ann
anyway and he might lose his place if he was caught. That would mean a
life of destitution or worse: a job in the pit like his uncle, hammering
at a coal face hundreds of feet below the ground, barely seeing sunlight
and dying young. No. He couldn't possibly risk his position here. He was
little more than a slave but anything was better than being down the mine.
He didn't care about having to work some fourteen hours a day for only a
pittance. At least he had a position and at least he was close enough to
watch his beautiful Lady Ann from afar.
Burt went back to the stables and took care of the horses and cleaned the
stalls. It was mucky smelly work but his strength made it easy. He was
tall and very muscular, his shoulders broad and his arms thick. He took
extra care of Lady Ann's fine filly, fondly imagining her taking the horse
out next day while he stroked her down.
As he went to leave, he spotted a note that the groundkeeper, Harry, had
left for him. He sighed, wishing he'd paid more attention in school and
squinted at the letters on the scrap of soiled paper, sounding out the
words.
"... Burt..." He paused. That word was easy. The rest weren't quite so simple.
"Make... sh... make sure... that the..." He paused again, wishing the older man
had simply told him what to do, looked round to see if anyone who could
read was in sight, then sighed and went on.
"... pigs are... Make... sure... that the pigs... are... fed and... wartered."
Burt lowered the note and sighed again. He bet that Harry was already down
the Dog & Pony getting the bevies in while he went on slaving! But he had
to do as he was told so he went round to the back of the stables where the
pig pen was and got to work. By the time he was done he was covered up to
his knees and elbows in pig shit but that was nothing new. He only had one
set of working clothes so he decided to let it dry on and then brush it
clean in the morning. Likely as not he'd end up leaving it. He knew he
smelled bad and there was no point in putting on airs like some pansy.
When Burt got up to the hay barn his busty girlfriend Mavis was already
there, over from the pub where she lived and worked to play fun and games
with him. She was showing off her legs and her cleavage and her smooth
round shoulders and Burt felt his cock get suddenly erect. Mavis really
enjoyed his virility and it helped him to forget for a moment his hopeless
love for Lady Ann.
"Ey up Burt but you are you well endowed! Just like the stallions in the
stables!" She giggled and then snorted like a pig, only illustrating how
different she was from the refined lady of the manor in her voice, accent
and ways.
Burt was pleased with the complement - he did feel proud to be her well
hung man - and enjoyed himself as the night wore on, but Mavis was so
common and crass - nothing like Lady Ann. He found himself imaging it was
that beautiful gentlewoman underneath him instead of this uncouth girl,
kissing him as he pumped into her; even loving him!
And he imagined what it would be like if she allowed him to love her back.
2
Next morning in the castle, Lady Ann was seething!
"Father you are impossible! You actually expect me to spend two boring
weeks with dull old grandmama in London! There would be nothing to do
there! No riding. No balls. Nothing worthwhile at all! She's an impossible
old crone who does nothing but talk down to me and she's still in mourning
for grandpapa!"
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."
"That's because you don't have to go! Please father, it will be torture!"
"I've said my piece. I don't want to have a debate over it."
"I don't know why you don't just go and enjoy it," said Hattie, Ann's
younger sister, from where she slouched on the chez longue. "I'd love to
get away from here and go to London for a fortnight."
"Oh shut up you stupid girl," snapped Ann. "You're only saying that
because they won't make you go." Hattie smiled to show Ann she was right.
"We all know why they aren't sending you!"
Hattie started to speak.
"And don't think it's because you only twenty," cut in Ann. "It's not.
It's because you don't have my interest in the arts. I'm actually being
punished for my love of culture! Mother, can't you talk some sense into
him?"
The countess smiled serenely from where she sat perfectly poised on the
antique sofa and Ann's anger turned to a simmer. Her mother had always had
a calming effect and never failed in her kindness and gentility. However
angry and frustrated Ann could get (which was a lot), the countess was
always able to still her tearing thoughts with her gentle love and
patience. "I'm afraid you're going to have to go Ann," she said.
"Grandmama is getting awfully old now and she needs someone near her who
will understand her plays and will attend her high teas."
Feeling like she was coming to a dead end, Ann turned her anger on the
earl again. "Damn it all, Father, you don't even like the old fossil! You
are being most unreasonable!"
"I'm sorry Ann," he said. "You are going to London the day after tomorrow
first thing and that is final."
Lady Ann huffed and stormed out of the room, irritated by the tightness of
her long skirt which impeded the impact of her exit.
In the corridor, her maid, Gladys, was waiting. "Is everything alright
m'lady?"
"Oh get out of my way you ignorant heffer!"
Ann stomped past to her room, ignoring the bewildered butler as she passed
him too, becoming increasingly incensed on the way by her restraining
garments and high heeled slippers slowed her progress. As soon as she
slammed the door, shaking the house, she pulled off her shoes and hurled
them at a vase, shattering it; then she snatched at her dress in a fury,
trying to free herself. After several minutes of impotent but increasing
rage she gave an angry cry and gave up, crashing onto the bed.
Life was so impossible! Constraints were all around her! She was so bored
with being a lady! Why, if she'd been a man then her father could never
have insisted on anything! She would have far more power than she had now!
And anyway, if she wasn't a lady then grandmamma wouldn't be demanding she
visit - the silly old harridan!
"God! I wish I could just cut loose and be slutty or vulgar!" she said
with vehemence. "Being a lady - even being a woman is as confining as my
corsets! Life is appallingly unfair! My entire summer is going to be
ruined by having to do this! I'd do anything to get out of this ridiculous
trip!"
For several minutes she seethed with anger, then she got to her feet and
went to the door. "Gladys!" The maid didn't appear quite quickly enough.
"Gladys!" she screeched.
The buxom maid came round the corridor looking harried "Sorry m'lady," she
said in her idiot Yorkshire accent. "What can I do t'help?"
"You can do what you always do," snapped Ann. "Work half as hard as you
should and do shoddy work." The attractive girl looked crestfallen, which
made Ann feel slightly better at least. "Now get yourself in here and pack
my things. I've been commanded to go to the capital and I will need all of
my fanciest clothes."
"Yes m'lady," muttered Gladys. "Right away m'lady."
"Not that I'll get the chance to wear them!" cried Ann as she strode out,
slamming the door behind her.
Thirty seconds later she strode imperiously back in. "I've decided to go
riding. Perhaps that will cool me off; and for the next two weeks I'll be
forbidden from enjoying the pursuit of it! Help me on with my riding
habit!"
"Yes m'lady." Gladys said as she clumsily rushed to help.
"You idiot girl! Hurry up! You may not have anything better to do with
your life but I do!"
"Sorry m'lady. I didn't mean nowt by it."
"And keep your mouth shut! Your crass dialect offends my ears. You need to
mind your place. You're far beneath me on the social ladder for a reason.
Just get on with your work and then get out of my sight!"
3
At the stables, Harry, the middle-aged groundkeeper, was looking over his
record book making some notes, leaning on the edge of a cart. When he saw
Ann coming he quickly stood upright and lowered the book, dipping his head
in greeting. "Good morning m'lady," he said.
"Barely," she snapped. "It's almost time for luncheon."
"Can I 'elp you at all?"
"Well what do you think?"
"Er..." the balding white haired man stuttered.
"This are jodpers I'm wearing aren't they?"
"Well, yes."
"Then I want to go riding, don't I, you twit!"
"Sorry m'lady. Quite right. I'll 'ave yer 'orse brought round."
"Don't bother you old fool, just get out of my way and do something
useful. We don't pay you to sit around. We pay you to work!"
"Right you are m'lady." He leaned back and bellowed. "Burt! Get out 'ere
you great wazock! 'Er ladyship wants to ride 'er 'orse!"
Burt appeared almost instantly from inside, flushing red from neck to
ears. He took one look at Lady Ann and said, "Just a minute m'lady. I'll
'ave Rosebud out 'ere right quick and no mistake."
Ann turned her nose up at him as he disappeared back inside. Burt was
dressed as always in his coarse threadbare clothes, striding through the
muck without care. He probably didn't even notice. He spent his whole life
in muck, just like one of the pigs in the field.
She was well aware of his hopeless love and worship for her. It amused her
but there was no chance on God's green Earth that she would ever give him
what he wanted. A man of his class was infinitely far beneath her; and if
it wasn't for the filth she still wouldn't let him get close. He was
clearly a simpleton with no decorum and little wit. Imagine the dinner
conversation with such a dullard! Why, he could hardly discuss the finer
points of Shakespeare; the subtleties of Madam Butterfly! Where she'd had
an Oxford education, that dimwit probably hadn't finished even his first
year of organized schooling - if he ever even attended any classes!
She had to admit though that there was something attractive about his huge
muscular frame and broad shoulders. In her... very darkest fantasies she
might wonder how it would feel to be taken up in those hard rough hands,
to feel his thick moustache tickling her face as he kissed her... But only
in a fantasy.
It was laughable really. The stink alone would negate all possibility of
romance. He was nothing but a caveman compared to her and a far cry from
the foppish and dull, but well-moneyed suitors who called on her from time
to time.
Still it was nice to fantasize occasionally. Though if anything, it
illustrated more the limitations of her position. She couldn't make love
with anyone she chose, whenever she chose. She had to remain chaste until
such time as a husband was chosen for her. It was oftentimes frustrating.
Even an ignoramus like Burt with less than a farthing to her name was far
richer than she'd ever be in terms of personal freedom. An oaf like that
had nothing to lose - he had so little already. He could sleep with anyone
he chose, act anyway he liked, say whatever came into his head. Why, he
could get falling-down drunk every night if he had the monies to do it.
Lack of money was the only thing holding him back. If he had that then the
sky would be the limit!
Yes, she enjoyed teasing Burt. It was gratifying to have men - especially
burly strong men like Burt - so ruled by her. It was the only power and
freedom she had, ultimately, in her frustrating cosseted life, where she
couldn't even make a decision as simple as to whether to visit her
grandmamma!
Burt bought her filly out and held the rein as she climbed up. "Hold her
steady you philistine!" snapped Ann. "Come on you idiot, pip pip!" She
sank into place on Rosebud's back and turned the horse to trot away,
putting her back to the muscular young man. Then on an afterthought she
looked back and smiled at Burt, toying with him. "Thank you Burt. That was
wonderful. You're so strong and masculine... and sweet. A real treasure. I
couldn't have held him steady myself."
Burt coloured from the attention, immediately ill at ease and confused,
and Ann rode away grinning to herself at how diverting it was to have him
and every other man she met so controlled by her whim.
As the dust settled behind her, Burt looked on giddily, then the mood
broke as Harry rapped him round the back of the head with his pocketbook.
"Stop gorping at what you can't 'ave you dozy twonk! She's quality. She
wouldn't look twice at someone like you. You're beneath her." He sighed.
"We all are."
4
Ann came off the lane as soon as she could and set off over the fields. It
was wonderful to be riding but going sidesaddle was such a bore and she
quickly became irritated! She would have ridden astride if she could. But
no - a lady never did anything comfortable! That would be too easy! A lady
had to act with decorum at all times! She was sick of the rigid control
her life was under, forced to act the lady without a second's break!
And she wouldn't even be allowed this simple pleasure in the capital. It
made her blood boil to think of how unfair it was that she was being
exiled to the dreariest house in Richmond.
She cantered as fast as she dared without sitting astride, heading to her
favorite quiet spot by the stream. When she got there she dismounted and
took a delicate seat on a grassy verge in the sunshine. She continued to
fume about her predicament for several minutes... and then something caught
her eye; a gleam at the stream's bank, just under the water line.
Curious, Ann crept down and saw that it was an amulet about the size of
her palm, upon which was a faded engraving in the shape of an angel. She
picked it up, turning it in the light, feeling its weight and staring at
the odd design. As she did so, queer thoughts came into her mind that
weren't her own.
She saw far off places and people in a rush of images and then obscure
feelings rippled through her body and soul as she felt knowledge settle
into her brain about what this trinket was and what it could do.
Lady Ann gaped at it incredulously. She had never believed that magic
really existed but here in her hand she KNEW was an artifact of incredible
power. She believed now in it utterly and somehow it had communicated to
her exactly what its strange power was.
It could allow one person to exchange their very identity with another.
All she had to do was wear it and embrace another human being and she
would take on their body and life as they took on hers.
It was incredible! It was astounding! And it had to be fate!
The possibilities ran through her mind in an instant. With this trinket
she could switch places with anyone she chose! It was her way out of this
whole tedious trip she was to be forced into! She could trade lives with
someone else for the fortnight and send them to London in her place! At
the end of the tedious visit she could simply swap back using the same
arcane device!
Was it really possible? It seemed unbelievable but she still knew without
doubt that it was so.
The real question was who could she become?
Her father? That would be gratifying certainly. The thought of bullying
him as she had been bullied was an exciting possibility, but she didn't
want to be old and wrinkled and he would return the bullying with interest
when she changed back! She shuddered at the thought of that.
For the same reason her mother was out. Though Ann was devoted to the
elderly countess she couldn't rely on her keeping this a secret -
especially if she had to suffer through the worst end of the deal - a
tedious holiday at Grandmamma's! No, that was no good.
The third person who sprung to mind was her sister, Hattie, but again that
would cause problems. The little sneak knew full well what an awful fright
it would be going to visit the old dowager, and she certainly couldn't be
relied upon to follow Ann's instructions. Even telling her about the
amulet would invite disaster.
Ann started to feel frustrated. What had seemed a brilliant idea was
quickly turning out to be untenable.
She needed someone who would follow her instructions without fault - do
what she ordered them to from beginning to end. She needed someone so
under her control or devoted to her that they would not only go through
with the preposterous plan but put up with the down sides.
What about her maid? That was an idea... but Ann shook her head crossly.
Hardly. The girl was almost as constrained as she was and not nearly as
beautiful. Gladys was forever trying to fit into Ann's cultured household
but never able to. And she was going to London as well anyway!
No. Swapping places with her would be the worst of all worlds.
Then suddenly Ann's lovely blue eyes gleamed. Of course!
Burt!
The clodhopper would do anything she asked and would keep his mouth shut.
He was so servile and obsequious he wouldn't dare to not do exactly what
he was told. He had no willpower of his own and his feeble uneducated
brain would be incapable of doing anything but what she commanded him to.
Why, he barely had the confidence in his own decisions to know when to eat
or sleep and he really was moronic. If, in her place, he did something
frightful at her grandmother's then it didn't matter! It would serve the
old harpy right!
Ann's lovely mouth grinned full of mischief.
And Burt had a slutty girlfriend - Mavis; the barmaid in the village -
attractive in a vulgar sort of way with prestigious breasts and a crude
mouth. A good time was had by both according to Ann's maid who whispered
how virile Burt was. Ann got the impression she'd been ridden by him
herself in her earlier years.
Ann felt a rise of sexual excitement at the thought of really going
through with it. She could have sex without 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 the most
enjoyable two weeks of her cosseted life!
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 whenever she wanted.
Sex as a man would be interesting, certainly. Just the thought of it
almost made her faint.
Ann frowned. She was to leave first thing in the morning and it was
already afternoon. It didn't give her much time.
She remounted her filly and rode back to Griply Hall as fast as she could.
5
Ann got changed in her bedroom, giggling to herself about how hilarious it
was all going to be. She was on fire with excitement, her whole body
buzzing at the idea of it! She hadn't felt this charged up and focused in
a long time about anything. Finally! Something to make her relatively dull
life interesting!
She couldn't get over how liberating it was going to be not having to
mince round being cultivated, sipping delicately from teacups with her
legs tightly together. Why, she'd be able to gulp from a pint glass
instead! And get drunk! Why, she hadn't thought of that. She could get
absolutely-- What did the yokels call it? Squiffy? No. That wasn't lower
class enough. It wasn't liquored up. Definitely not inebriated... She shook
her head. It didn't matter. She was sure she'd hear all the colourful
gauche language in the world soon enough. She laughed to think of it.
Imagine! She'd never spoken an uncouth phrase in her life! Once she was
Burt she'd be able to enunciate in as gutter a tone as she felt disposed
to.
But that line of thinking made her pause for a moment.
Once she was Burt... That was an amply chilling thought. She shuddered. Then
told herself not to be silly. She wasn't going to BECOME Burt. She'd still
be herself. She'd just look like him. And it was only for a fortnight.
That was all. Nothing could possibly go awry.
Still, she felt chilled for a moment.
But she shook her head and refused to lose her excitement. There were no
down sides to this adventure! It was going to be fabulous!
She quickly got out of her riding clothes and contemplated for a moment
what she wanted to wear while the swap took place.
She grinned and pulled out one of her most feminine outfits, a long
sleeveless dress that showed off all her feminine charms... demurely of
course. That was a given in her hideously restrained life! As she put it
on she thought about how this would be the last time before her "holiday"
that she would be a beautiful lady. She ran her slim fingers down her
smooth arms and cupped her lovely face in her palms. What would it feel
like to have stubble on her cheeks. She touched the yielding skin on her
upper lip. To have a bushy moustache!
Why, surely it would tickle! She frowned good-naturedly. Perhaps that
would have to go! She wanted to experience life as a man for a week or two
but that was perhaps taking things too far!
Ann fingered her lovely soft hair. Burt had close cropped hair, barely
more than fuzz at the sides and back. It was going to be hilarious! The
silky material of her dress caressed her beautiful body... but it was still
uncomfortable. Ann longed for the freedom of movement men's clothes were
going to give her. Why, she'd be able to climbs trees if she so desired!
She took out some savings she'd secreted long ago from her hiding place
and put them in a pouch ready to take with her and went to leave. Just
before she did so, she took one last look at her lovely face in the
mirror.
She was an elegant beauty.
A trapped and cosseted beauty forced to live the life her overbearing
parents chose for her!
Well she was well and truly sick of it! For the next two weeks she'd have
no one to tell her what to do! For the next two weeks she'd be a free man!
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