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Ups & Downs
1
The real Burt meanwhile, stared out with his new eyes at the disappearing
English countryside, an elegant shawl wrapped around his shapely legs. In
no time they were at the railway station and he was helped down from the
carriage.
It was a marvel to be walking through the milling people. Up until now
Burt had only spent time in Griply Hall. Now he was outside in the real
world, surrounded by ordinary people; either his equals or betters in his
normal life. Now, instead of ignoring him as they normally would have,
they stepped back out of his way as he walked as carefully as possible
through the station building and onto the platform.
He didn't have to do anything himself. Gladys fussed with the tickets and
carried the baggage with the help of the coach driver. He felt like he
was royalty... which he supposed (as a distant relation to King Edward) he
actually was!
Standing for a moment on the platform, waiting for the train, he suddenly
really saw himself as he was now. To every passerby he was an elegant
lady on a trip to the capital. As long as his mouth was shut no one could
tell him for the imposter he was. He was a beautiful woman, the breeze
caressing the curls of his long hair, his hands neatly clasped at his
waist.
Though something felt a little off... like he really wanted something,
without knowing what that something was.
When the train arrived, Gladys made sure he was comfortable in a first
class carriage then discreetly withdrew to third class. A posh gentleman
was across the aisle from Burt. He smiled broadly and said, "Good morning
madam."
Feeling awfully unsure of himself Burt just tipped his head and smiled as
demurely as he could in return.
The train pulled out in supreme comfort and as the journey began Burt was
served tea in a china cup and cucumber sandwiches. He felt like he was
dreaming.
The Yorkshire countryside started to fall away and soon he was being
whisked through the outskirts of the Griply estate. It was wondrous to
see it from this angle - he'd never been on a railway train before - and
to think that he was currently the heiress of all of that land!
How peculiar life could turn out to be!
2
As Ann walked down the lane and cut onto the fields where twenty four
hours earlier she had done the same on her horse as a woman she had an
odd realization.
That morning she had entirely forgotten to take a bath.
It was probably the first time in her life she hadn't done it, with
Gladys preparing it and her sinking into the lovely warm water. It had
been a daily tradition so ingrained that it was second nature. Even
without Gladys there to wake her with breakfast she was surprised she
hadn't done it herself.
She wondered if she should walk back and have one now, but she was a good
ten minutes out already and it seemed like too much effort. If she
smelled bad then people wouldn't be surprised. They thought she was Burt
after all. They would just think that she was smelling like he usually
did.
She ruminated on that for a few minutes, wondering if her thinking that
was because she was somehow influenced from being in Burt's body - that
she wasn't too bothered because he wouldn't have been - but she decided
that it wasn't that. She simply didn't want to waste time going back now
that she was on her way.
It was wonderful to be out striding on these strong male legs. Burt's
body was necessarily far fitter than her own and she felt healthier than
she ever had.
She was as careful as she could be to maintain a masculine walk, which
felt a bit unwieldy still. She felt like she was alone out in the country
but any of the farm hands might spy her and make annoying remarks in
front of the men at the pub later if she flounced about like a woman.
After ten minutes of concentrating on making long strides with widely
spaced feet and her hands in her pockets she didn't find it too hard. The
body was used to it. Soon she forgot all about it and it only occurred to
her again after about half an hour had passed. Ann realised that she was
walking like a man without even trying. She'd been so busy chuckling at
what horrors Burt was up to in her body that it had entirely slipped her
mind to keep it up. She was doing it automatically.
She stopped in the middle of a field and tried for a moment to walk as
she normally would, in a ladylike fashion. It felt immediately
uncomfortable and false; not even familiar. That was odd. But it didn't
matter. Walking like a man was necessary if she was to continue pulling
off her impersonation.
It was great to just go out walking like this. It would have been
regarded as odd had she still been a woman. On any normal day she'd have
been pressured into sitting on the sofa doing embroidery with her mother
and sister. Exploring the countryside for a change was far more
diverting.
She passed the stream where she'd found the amulet and smiled to herself,
thinking what a profound experience its lucky find had brought her. She
was immensely grateful to whatever higher power had chosen to reward her
like this.
As she walked she reflected on the clothes she was wearing. They were
filthy and threadbare: a shirt, waistcoat and breeches, very tatty and
ingrained with dirt. On any other day she'd have been mortified to be
seen out in them but now they were just part of her disguise. And what a
disguise it was! With her close-shaven hair, big muscular frame and manly
stride - and these clothes, she was a dead ringer for Burt. Anyone would
think she really was him.
That made her think of the letter she'd tried to write and her theory of
the changes in her brain. If the part of her brain that had contained the
information on how to write had transformed until it was the same as
Burt's, she wondered if there were other effects she had yet to notice.
Was all of her education gone or just that relating to the written word?
And was her reading affected too? She hadn't thought to investigate.
As for her voice, although she found it easier now to say some words with
a Yorkshire accent, she still for the most part spoke with good
elocution. She had mixed feelings about it. Although it would be handy to
be able to fit in with the "other" men more easily, the thought of
sounding like a country bumpkin felt ridiculous.
Just imagine talking like that all the time!
3
When she reached Griply village Ann found it profoundly odd to walk
around, passing by the ordinary folk. Every other time she'd been in the
village, every passerby had stopped to look, nodding in deference,
leaving no doubt in anybody's mind that she was superior to all of them.
Now, nobody turned their head in her direction.
She was just a nobody - one of the common people - not noteworthy in the
least. In fact, she noticed that if anything she was even slightly
avoided! Mrs Landon, the vicar's wife wrinkled her nose in disgust when
she saw Ann approaching and crossed over the road, studiously pretending
she wasn't there. It left Ann feeling annoyed and just slightly... ashamed?
She was angry to be treated that way but she also felt bad to be looked
down on at the same time.
Since starting this whole sham it had been a gallop of different intense
experiences leaving her a little overwhelmed... but it had surely been the
most intense and exciting experience of her life to date. Even this
feeling of being looked down on was stimulating in its own way.
Just ahead she saw the coach and driver from the hall and smiled,
relieved. She was a lot fitter than she had been as a woman but she
couldn't be bothered to walk all the way back the way she'd come. She
approached the coachman who was chatting with the blacksmith, finishing
off some business.
"Ey up," said Ann, happy that she was getting a slightly better handle on
the bumpkin turn of phrase.
"Ey up Burt. What you doin' in't village when you should be up at t'hall
working?"
"I've er... I've got the fortnight off," replied Ann, still feeling a
little unsettled to be addressed as a man.
"Oh. Good on yer. It's easy for some. I've got to get back to Estate to
take the countess and Lady Harriet down t'ut station."
"I wondered if I might--" Ann cleared her throat. "How's about giving me a
ride back to the hall?"
"Ain't gonna happen."
"What?"
"Ain't gonna happen Burt."
"I'll pay you obviously," replied Ann crossly, reaching into her pocket.
"Keep your money Burt," said the coachman. "It ain't about that and you
know it. You could give me an hundred pounds and I wouldn't let you ride
in there. It's not for the likes of you. It's only for the quality."
"Quality?"
"If'n the earl saw you inside of there we'd both of us be out of a job."
"But I have money," said Ann plaintively, almost petulantly.
"Money don't change the fact that you're a working man Burt. That's all
you'll ever be."
Ann stormed off without another word, her fists balled by her sides.
What did that idiot know? She didn't actually feel like riding in the
coach now anyway. She'd much rather enjoy the stroll back!
She heard giggling from the other side of the street and looked across to
see Mavis and another girl looking her way, twittering between them.
Mavis's shoulders and cleavage were bare and she looked right sexy. The
girl she was with was a lot chubbier but Ann found her eyes drawn over
and over again to her round cleavage.
As she approached she heard Mavis whisper, "... but you should see the size
of 'is cock. It's gigantic!"
Ann grinned broadly, feeling suddenly better. "Ey up our lass," she said,
finding again that sometimes lower class colloquialisms just appeared in
her mouth - usually when she was most distracted.
"Ahright Burt," replied Mavis. "I was just tellin' Ethel 'ere 'ow strong
and virile you are."
Ann's face coloured but she felt proud. It made her feel so powerful and
confident to remember how big her erect member had been.
"I'm off t'ut pub to open up for't evening so you'd better not let 'er
steal you away!" said Mavis. She stuck her tongue in Ann's mouth and
squeezed her crotch, giving her another jet of pleasure and waking the
beast, then she walked off laughing over-loudly.
Ann looked at Ethel and sized her up. She was far fatter than Mavis but
she created a real stirring in Ann's trousers in her already throbbing
penis.
"Are ye really as big as they say?" asked Ethel bawdily.
"Bigger," bragged Ann, amazing herself at how lascivious she was prepared
to be now.
Ethel looked her up and down then winked. Ann found herself grinning,
having a sudden feeling at what that wink was supposed to mean.
"And I bet you got muscles on top of your muscles."
"I certainly--" Ann cleared her throat. "That I do. I've got muscles like
you wouldn't believe."
Mavis was half way to the pub now and Ann watched her for a minute,
briefly considering the morality of this flirtation and discounting it.
It wasn't her life anyway. She owed no obligation to Mavis. It was Burt
who'd promised himself to her. She could do whatever she wanted. And
besides, these were the lower orders. It was common knowledge that their
emotions were more retarded than those in the upper class. And
furthermore, this is what the commoners did all the time anyway. That was
the whole point!
She shook her head to herself. None of that mattered. Not when her cock
was pulsing in her trousers, telling her exactly what it wanted.
"I like a muscular man," said Ethel, stroking Ann's arm.
"And I like a woman who... with tits like yours."
Ethel giggled. "Oh, you're right forward you are, ain't ya?"
"Do you like forward men?" asked Ann, leaning against the wall so that
her face came close to Ethel's.
"They're the best kind," replied Ethel. "Especially if they're as well
hung as Mavis reckons." She stroked Ann's cock through her trousers with
her index finger where Mavis had groped her a minute earlier, making her
intentions clear and establishing herself on the other girl's
'territory.' "Do ya wanna slip back 'ere and let me get a closer look?"
"Aye," said Ann, her accent thickening by the second. "That I do. That I
do and no mistake."
Both she and Ann watched until Mavis was out of sight inside the Dog &
Pony then they slipped down a side alley and Ann pinned the chubby woman
against the wall, kissing her, shoving her tongue into the woman's mouth.
Ethel fumbled with the buttons on Ann's trousers and Ann suddenly felt an
overwhelming imperative to have this girl as roughly as she could.
She snatched up the woman's skirts, raising them high enough to show her
legs as her own trousers dropped down around her ankles, exposing her
hairy buttocks and legs. She had no underwear herslef. And why would she?
She was only a common man now - common as muck!
She lifted Ethel up, pressing her against the wall as she rammed her
erect cock into the girl. Ethel gave out an almighty cry of pleasure and
Ann grinned, loving it. "Ooo Burt," groaned the girl. "Mavis was right.
You are big. Right chuffing big!"
Ann beamed with pride, ramming her cock up over and over into the girl's
minge, muzzling her chubby neck and sloppily kissing her pillowy
cleavage. It made her feel so masculine; so in control and it intensified
the sensation greatly to feel her moustache tickling the girl's skin and
pressing against her face as they snogged.
She rammed over and over again, feeling the intensity of the sensations
spread out from the centre of her body, feeling abandoned and lewd as she
never had before.
Then movement in the corner of her eye distracted her for a second and
she saw Mrs Landon glance into the alley as she passed on her way back to
the vicarage. There was Ann, latterly the lady of the manor, now standing
with bare legs and bottom in broad daylight ramming her cock up into a
slut's fanny as though she had no shame!
Mrs Landon tutted and hurried on but Ann just grinned. She really didn't
have any shame. She didn't care one whit about that. She was having far
too grand a time thrusting over and over again into this slag's juicy
vagina as she grunted and moaned against the wall.
She was a man now and she was doing what it was a man's right to do!
4
Ann's walk home to Griply Hall was a very pleasant one. All she could
think of was how fantastic it had been having her way with that vulgar
peasant. What made it even more hilarious and "dirty" was that she wasn't
even sure of the slutty girl's name. It began with an E - she was sure of
that - but it could have been Ethel or Edith or Edna. She really didn't
care! She'd had her wicked way - used the strumpet and then chucked her
aside.
This was exactly what being a man was all about!
She thought of the vicar's wife, seeing her like that and actually got
another erection! The idea of it being so shameless and vulgar added to
the pleasure of it no end!
Why this was one of the best days of her life!
As she walked back up the drive she saw the coach waiting to ferry her
mother and sister down to the station. They were going into York to shop
for a couple of days and it looked like they were almost ready to go.
The countess was in the doorway, speaking to the housekeeper while Hattie
stood looking bored.
Ann suddenly felt a little jealous. The trip to York had been the
original reason she'd resented having to go to Grandmamma's. She'd been
dying to go shopping in the shambles and buy some new dresses and had
resented not being allowed to go. Now, even though she was remaining in
Yorkshire they were still going without her. However much spending money
she'd slipped away with she still couldn't hope to ride with her mother
and sister and spend the trip with them. For now she was just a burly man
- a servant and nothing more.
Hattie climbed into the coach as Ann approached. Her mother was finishing
off her conversation with the housekeeper and preparing to follow her. As
the countess descended the steps, Ann said, "Afternoon moth--um... your
ladyship." Her voice sounded manly and a little curled by the bumpkin
accent and, embarrassed, Ann tried to straighten it out. "Are you off to
go shopping in York?"
Her mother looked at her and said nothing.
"That's a right nice get-up you're in," went on Ann. "Er, I mean, a
lovely outfit."
"You, boy," said the Countess, pointing at her as though she hadn't
spoken. "Make yourself useful and carry these bags."
Ann looked at the baggage on the step and back at her mother.
"Chop chop boy," said the countess. "I haven't got all day." She walked
imperiously past Ann, not even offering a please or thank you, much less
making eye contact and Ann felt crestfallen. She was devoted to her
mother but all the warmth and kindness had vanished from her voice and
manner - the kindness that Ann had always relied upon.
She watched her mother climb into the coach with the driver's help and
realised she was going to get told off at any second for dawdling -
holiday or not. If she had still been a woman she'd have shouted at any
servant this slow already.
She hurried to the steps and lifted the bags, scurrying back with them to
the coach where she hefted them into position on the back while the
driver tied them in place. Inside the coach her mother and sister
chattered away excitedly about the purchases they were going to make.
As the coach pulled away Ann was still standing there forlornly. She
watched it until it was out of sight, cap once again in hand then trudged
down toward the stable.
5
When he reached the station in London, Burt was surprised to see Gladys
suddenly appear looking servile. The maid arranged for a porter to carry
the bulk of the luggage and led him out to the street. There Gladys
hailed a horse drawn cab and helped Burt into it.
Burt was whisked in this carriage through the bustling capital and he
gaped out the window at the sights he never imagined in his life seeing
in the flesh. After a while they pulled up outside an elegant townhouse -
her ladyship's nan's house.
Poshly dressed servants emerged and bowed, helping Burt down from the
carriage and once again it was reinforced that he was the quality now. He
was the elegant lady.
It was getting dark and the evening was chilly on his soft skin as he was
led inside.
There in the hallway stood Lady Ann's nanna, a tall slender elderly lady
dressed entirely in black and looking more than a little forbidding.
"Good evening Ann."
"How do Nan," said Burt, "Are ye'right?" He winced at the sound of his
common-sounding voice and turn of phrase but it was too late. He'd
already said it.
"Am I what?" asked Nanna. "And what, pray tell, did you call me?"
"Are ye... How're ye--" Burt blushed, panicking slightly and feeling like a
total dullard.
"You must be tired from your journey," said Nanna crisply, frankly
terrifying Burt as she frowned at him. He'd never met a woman quite like
this. She seemed awful and he fully understood now why Lady Ann would
have done anything to avoid seeing her. "Perhaps it would be better for
all concerned if you were to retire. Immediately."
"Right you are," said Burt in broad Yorkshire, wishing he'd just kept his
mouth shut. He was so nervous it was making it much harder to control his
speech.
Nanna stared at him coldly then turned her back on him without another
word, leaving him to be led upstairs by the servants.
It looked like this was going to be an awfully long two weeks.
6
Ann was having a fantastic time!
After the previous night's escapades at the Dog & Pony she'd been excited
to get back down there to have another go. Her accent still let her down
(try as she might she simply couldn't properly imitate the local
clodhoppers), but she'd discovered a great way to make it so they didn't
care.
She had walked in and dropped a pile of coins on the bar, loudly
announcing that she was going to buy drinks for everyone!
When they realised she wasn't joking there had been cheers all round. Men
were patting her on the back and chattering excitedly with her, grinning
and laughing. It was great! It made her feel like one of the lads.
And after her experiences earlier with the coachman and her mother it was
nice to be appreciated...
These bawdy men might have been simpletons but they knew enough to be
grateful for free beer. Ann had never had many friends growing up. To
suddenly be surrounded by so many happy people all thinking she was great
was almost overwhelming emotionally. Tears actually came to her eyes it
made her so happy. They really treated her like she was one of them. One
of the men.
She knocked back her first pint then bought another round for everyone.
That raised the celebration even more.
"What's this in aid of Burt?" asked the Butcher. "And where did you get
all this brass?"
"Lady Ann," she replied. "She gave me a wodge of cash to thank me for a
job well done... And I wanted to celebrate with me-- with my... mates."
"Well good on yer!" The butcher clapped her on the back, raising his
glass. "And good on Lady Ann." He raised his voice so that everyone could
join in on the toast. "She may be a spiteful bitch from time to time..."
Ann started to open her mouth but got jostled by a laughing pit worker
from behind and lost the moment.
"... but she's paid for an almighty piss up! And for that we're grateful!
Lady Ann!"
"Lady Ann!" cried everyone in the pub.
Ann looked round at them feeling momentarily bewildered, then she raised
her own glass and cried, "Lady Ann!"
She knocked that pint back and slammed it down on the bar then shouted,
"Barkeep! Another round if you please!"
And everyone cheered.
7
Burt was shown up to his beautiful bedroom and after fussing round for a
few minutes settling him in, Gladys disappeared to the servant's
quarters.
Burt just stood there in awe of his new surroundings.
He was in a total whirl. What had began only as half favour and half
command from his precious Lady Ann had become a fantastic trip through
opulence and wealth. Just imagine! Him - Burt - coming to the capital
city and staying on holiday in a big mansion like this! Never once in a
million years would he have expected that!
And Lady Ann had chosen not to come here - to take on his body and life
instead back at Griply! It barely made sense to him.
He thought back to leaving the manor house: being helped onto the coach
by the new Burt with all the servants in attendance. He'd never felt so
important and esteemed.
And despite his adoration for Lady Ann, he had found it funny that she
had had to help him. He actually giggled to recall 'Burt' telling her off
for making up the word "tribulations" and ending up looking like a
complete dunce in front of the people she used to command.
Burt felt guilty laughing at her beloved Ann's expense and stopped
herself, then let herself giggle away. It was Ann's choice that she'd
taken on the roll of a servant. If she acted like an idiot then she
deserved to feel the fool.
He was oblivious to the subtle but important shift that had just occurred
in his and the Lady Ann's relationship but it was there. Up until then,
Burt had adored her from afar as an almost mythical being, a dazzling
beauty to worship and fawn over. Suddenly he saw Ann as just a person -
still someone he was devoted to, but just another human being. An equal.
Or, for now, even an inferior. It was entirely subconscious.
And it wasn't hard to do. Burt had spent his life resenting the way he
was looked down on by his betters, while at the same time knowing they
were his superiors. Now that he was in the role of the lady of the manor
it was just such a natural perception to have that "she" was better than
the "lower orders." That was simply how everybody acted. It made it true.
Ann had helped her submissively into the coach. For now 'he' was a
servant.
"By ecky thump," said Burt, "this is a right rum do."
He frowned crossly, touching his slender neck in the mirror with long
delicate fingers and a soft hand. He was enjoying all this luxury but
felt he was letting Ann down terribly by talking like a yokel half the
time. True, he'd been able to imitate the posh way the swells had of
talking some of the time but he still lapsed into his typical Yorkshire
brogue more often than not. He had to try harder. He tried saying it
again, maintaining as feminine a pose as possible at the same time.
"Goodness gracious me. This is an awfully perplexing situation."
The beautiful woman smiled back at him. That was much better.
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