Lady Ann s Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Twenty Eight
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Diverting Pastimes
1
After breakfast, Burt was wandering through the duchess's huge town house,
simply enjoying yet another day off from mucking out the stables and
lifting sacks of grain. He was convinced he had the better part of the
deal he and his beloved Lady Ann had made, even if he had written her a
note to give her the fortnight off.
It still seemed incredible to him that he'd been able to write that note -
and sign it with her very own signature; but it wasn't the only change
he'd noticed in his education. He was finding it easier and easier to
discuss the arts and culture with grandmamma - something he never could
have done before; and he really enjoyed it. He thrived on the intellectual
conversations he was having now if truth be told.
He noticed a Jane Austin novel on a bookshelf in the drawing room and idly
picked it up. It was called Pride and Prejudice and as Burt folded back
the cover he surprised himself by just how well he could read now. He
could read every word, even the big ones: words he'd never heard spoken
aloud in his life. It was as though all the knowledge her ladyship had
learned when she was growing up had been taken out of her mind and
deposited into his. He smiled. She'd done all the hard work now he could
reap the benefit. He shouldn't really have been so shocked after the
incident with the note but it was still a marvel. He'd never so much as
read the first paragraph of a novel before!
This particular book was clearly intended for women to read. Flicking
through it seemed to be all about flirting with men and finding husbands
but Burt found himself intrigued nonetheless.
He found a quiet spot where there was a chair under a tall window with
plenty of light and started to read. He quickly realised that it was a
wonderful book and it had plenty to teach him about how ladies and
gentlemen were meant to behave in social situations.
He went on reading it all morning, assimilating it carefully and as time
wore on, he increasingly found himself identifying with Elizabeth Bennet,
the heroine.
2
After having a gigantic breakfast with Mavis, Ann strolled back up to the
manor, enjoying the morning sunshine. It was spring and the weather was
really bucking up, the flowers starting to peek out to look at the sun.
She whistled as she walked - one of the tunes from the show she'd seen in
York, thinking about what a good time she'd had the night before with her
girlfriend.
It made her wonder if she really saw Mavis as her girlfriend. She mulled
on that as she walked.
She definitely had a sexual attraction to Mavis - rough though she was,
with her slutty ways and awful nasal voice - and she enjoyed the girl's
company. They'd had a right laugh after bonking the night before, making
fun of her dullard brothers.
And she felt... possessive of her in a way that was rather inexplicable. As
a woman, Ann had never been with a man or shared her life in any way.
Exploring this part of life for the first time as a man left her feeling
confused at times so all she could do was go on her increasingly male
instincts.
Mavis was her girlfriend. She was her lass.
The fact that she'd shagged several other women wasn't withstanding. As
far as she knew, that was just what men did; and it was certainly what her
dick was telling her to do. She saw no reason to go against that.
It occurred to her then that though she'd been whistling all this time,
she'd never been able to whistle in her life. She just started doing it.
It could only be a further effect of the transformation her body and brain
had undergone. She had Burt's education now - his limited ability to read
and write. It made sense that she would have other learned abilities that
he did have over her. It made her wonder again about whether she'd be able
to groom horses now.
She decided to find out.
Ann walked to the stables and went inside. It was still early and with
"Burt" off work, the grooming hadn't been done yet. Ann entered one of the
stalls and looked at the horse - her horse Rosebud. Despite being devoted
to the filly she'd never taken the trouble to learn to look after her. Why
have a dog and bark yourself?
Without thinking about it she took up a curry comb off the shelf and,
starting on the off-side, beginning to loosen dirt and grit from Rosebud's
coat. Using circular sweeps across the horse's body she worked her way
round, instinctively using a lighter touch on the bonier shoulders and
round the belly. At one stage Rosebud's tail twitched and Ann reflexively
lowered the pressure, know that the horse needed a more tender touch in
that area.
Next she took up a brush and worked from the bottom of the tale to loosen
the tangles, moving slowly up until the entire tale was smooth and lovely.
Harry clearly hadn't been doing this properly for the last couple of days
and Ann tutted to herself.
Grabbing a coarser body brush, Ann started work on the flanks of the horse
again, brushing out the dirt that the curry comb had missed, enjoying the
rhythmic simplicity of the task. Finally she switched to the finishing
brush to really bring up a shine on Rosebud's body.
She stepped back, marveling at her work. She had known exactly what to do.
She really did have all Burt's knowledge as he had hers. It was kind of
frightening just how powerful the transformation was but there was no
point panicking. It was what it was. Until Burt came back from London she
was stuck that way so she might as well enjoy it.
She reflected for a minute on the significance. She could groom horses.
She was a groom. She really was a stable hand. Thinking that made her
penis swell again. For some reason it turned her on.
But something wasn't quite right.
She reached for a hoof pick off the shelf and stepped forward, sliding her
hand down Rosebud's foreleg. "Up." The horse raised its leg and Ann dug at
the dirt and manure lodged inside the hoof.
"Eh up Burt," said Harry as he walked into the stable and spotted her. "I
thought miss high-and-mighty had given you the fortnight off. You back
working again? Can't keep away eh?"
Ann set the foot down and stood up feeling caught out and embarrassed.
"No. I was just... Just checking on Rosebud... for er ladyship."
"Er again?" Harry frowned. "You lovesick fool. When are you going to get
it through that thick skull o yours that she's never gonna want to be with
you? She's quality. You're a servant. And a smelly one at that."
Ann crossed her arms.
"If you were a proper servant oop at manor she'd still think you were dirt
beneath her shoe but you ain't. You're a groundsman. Ain't ya?"
Ann didn't reply.
"Ain't ya?" pressed Harry.
"Yes," mumbled Ann.
"Well, if yer back to work you can get the rest of these 'orses done and
then come out to feed the sheep with me. There's no point me luggin round
sacks of grain if I've got you to do it."
"I ain't back to work," said Ann. "I'm goin."
"What?"
"I said I'm goin." She put down the hoof pick and went to leave.
"Oh you leaving me to do it all meself, is that right?" asked Harry. "An
old man toting grain sacks up and down the fields?"
Ann looked back at him. She did feel like she was shirking her
responsibility. She was Burt - she kept telling herself that - and Burt's
job was to help Harry with the labour. That meant it was her job now
because she was Burt.
Perhaps she should give up the rest of her holiday and work instead. That
was only right.
But no! That was idiotic! It was Burt's responsibility! Not hers! She was
Lady Ann! She practically owned all of this! She didn't have to do
anything!
"Well?" said Harry. "You going to toss off like a selfish wank and leave
me to do it by meself or are you going to be a man and help out?"
Ann faltered, confused. More than anything she wanted to be a man. She
wanted to be a decent bloke who didn't let people down. But she resisted
with all her might. She wasn't going to waste her time doing work when she
could be enjoying herself.
She stormed off without another word while Harry called after her.
"Great! Thanks! You're a real mate leaving me to do this! A real mate!"
She felt awful; truly awful; but she didn't turn back. She just kept
walking.
3
At brunch, Burt ate sparingly. He wasn't very hungry but it was so
wonderful to be waited on! It made him feel in truth like he was Lady Ann.
Grandmamma was reading and periodically she let out a dry chuckle.
"Whatever is it Grandmamma?" asked Burt.
"A most diverting book child. You must read it. Leave it to the yanks to
be to be so silly and bold."
She passed over a novel called Perkins the Fakir but when he flicked back
the cover the first story title leaped out at him. When Reginald Was
Caroline!
"It's about a married couple," said grandmamma. "The wife switches bodies
with her boorish husband to teach him a lesson! It is most diverting."
Burt shot the old woman a glance. Did she suspect?
No. It wasn't possible. She still thought Burt was Ann, especially now he
had become so much better at acting like a lady. Fascinated Burt read a
little, giggling at the mistakes the man made.
He passed the book back but decided to take another peek later. Reading it
might help even more to masquerade as a woman...
It made him reflect on how well he was doing already. His voice and body
language now seemed exactly those of the real Lady Ann and he could also
read and write as well as she could.
He supposed that close scrutiny from someone who knew Ann well might show
him to be a fraud but he was spending most of the day with his new
grandmamma and she didn't seem to suspect a thing! He really was Lady Ann
now.
Burt found more and more pleasure in his appearance and the lovely gowns
he wore. Everyone said he was beautiful and he always flushed with
gratification.
Being a lady was so enjoyable and he was doing it so well!
4
Ann was bored.
Mavis wasn't available and she'd had enough of travelling for now. She
didn't feel like going for a walk or going down to the village. All of her
new mates were working. Not too surprising since they were all working
men.
Thinking that gave her a moment's pause. She kept enjoying the fact that
she was a working man but she did feel slightly disappointed that she
couldn't really call herself that if she wasn't work. A very small part of
her wished she could take on Burt's job for the rest of the holiday and
really become a working man properly.
Fortunately it was completely overshadowed by the rest of her mind that
wanted nothing of the kind.
Feeling increasingly at a loose end and tired of sitting around the hay
barn, Ann climbed down the outside staircase and sauntered up toward the
manor. What she really fancied doing was going inside and up to her
bedroom; sitting on the window seat with a good book, but she knew she
couldn't. As a mere labourer, Burt wasn't allowed to set foot inside
Griply Hall. And now she was Burt, with every downside that entailed.
It did grate on her somewhat. In a holiday that was meant to give her
freedom above all else, she was growing more and more weary of butting up
against restrictions that she had now she was living Burt's life.
She ended up loitering outside the front of the manor, looking up at the
window of her room, not realizing that it was a stance the old Burt had
frequently taken up, gazing up in the hopes of catching a glimpse of her.
But she wasn't there for long. After five minutes the butler came out and
shooed her off, snapping that he didn't want her "dirtying up the place."
Cowed by the much older man's aggression, Ann slunk off, chuntering to
herself about how she'd give him what for when she was back in her
rightful body.
Still bored she ended up round the back of the house, watching the coming
and going of the servants. She had several enjoyable minutes watching the
chamber maid beating the dust off a carpet before she got snapped at by
the cook.
"Oi! Burt! Go on! Be off with you!"
Ann scowled.
"You hangin round look to cadge some food again?"
Ann paused, thinking that she was actually quite hungry. "If you got some
goin then yeah."
The cook frowned, then allowed herself a tiny smile and said, "Alright. If
you're that desperate that you 'ad to come beggin again then I'll see what
I can do." She disappeared inside.
Ann grinned to herself at the feast to come but did wonder what she had
come to that she was begging at the back of her own home for scraps.
The cook appeared a couple of minutes later but the grin fell from Ann's
face as she was handed some leftovers from the previous night's meal -
fatty pieces of meat and some dried up potatoes - in a dog bowl of all
things.
"This'll have to do," said cook. "The food's been out all night but the
bowl's mostly clean... and I don't trust you with a proper plate. You're
liable to break it."
Ann couldn't believe what she was looking at - that she was thought so low
that she couldn't be trusted with a china plate - that the cook really
thought she'd eat leftovers on a dog bowl.
"Just leave the bowel on't floor by the back door when you're done with
it," said cook. "I'll get Sally to put biscuits out for the dogs later."
Then she vanished inside.
Ann should have thrown the bowl back in the cook's face. She didn't know
why she hadn't, except for the trouble she might have got in. She went to
throw the bowl down then hesitated, noticing how enticing one of the bits
of meat was.
It couldn't hurt to have that and the dried up bits of dog food on the
bowl weren't touching it. She grabbed the greasy chunk in her ditty
fingers and shoved it in her mouth, chewing clumsily. It was cold but
delicious and she had a second piece. And a third. Before she knew it
she'd polished off all the potatoes too then she licked the gravy residue
off the bowl and tossed it down, rubbing her tummy happily.
5
In London, Burt and his new grandmother ate out at a lavish restaurant.
It was the most fabulous eating establishment Burt had ever been too but
he was disgruntled and confused when he found that the menu was in French.
Reading was still comparatively new to him, but in another language - no
chance.
He gaped at the different columns awkwardly, feeling like a dunce, then
realised suddenly that he could read it. He could read it all! He looked
from the back of the menu to the front. He could understand every word!
There were even words he had never known in English! Now he understood
them perfectly in French!
"Bonsoir mademoiselle," said the waiter. "May I take your order?"
Burt was in a daze. He spotted something he fancied and quickly told the
waiter what it was but he didn't even realise right away that he was doing
it in fluent French - even so far as telling the man how he wanted the
meat cooked and what wine he wanted.
Grandmamma did the same and Burt watched the waiter depart, satisfied. It
was plain unbelievable but it was further proof that his and Lady Ann's
bodies weren't the only things that had swapped.
He spent the rest of the meal discussing the literature the two of them
were reading. Burt was well into Pride & Prejudice now and loved
discussing the finer points of the narrative with the duchess. They
laughed as they talked about the different tactics the women in the book
could have used to snare their men and Burt found himself making comments
that sounded just as informed as the old lady's.
They discussed her book too and then went on to a much wider conversation
regarding the development of literature in the latter part of the
nineteenth century and how it measured against the books being published
nowadays.
Again Burt found himself with many an opinion and taking great
satisfaction in exploring the subject.
6
That night at the Dog & Pony, Lady Ann really cut loose.
She was there at opening time, knocking back one pint after another and by
the time the place filled up she was really off her head.
Since she'd been a little girl she'd never been allowed to utter a curse.
Swearing was deemed entirely inappropriate behaviour for a young lady and
as a result she'd never done it. Now she was really making up for lost
time. Like a naughty schoolboy she made one lewd joke after another,
making up dirtier and dirtier stories as the night went on and then
laughing raucously.
She got to telling folks about her trip to York later on and ended up
singing some of the songs from the music hall. As Ann she'd had a lovely
singing voice and has performed solos from time to time. As Burt she was
tone deaf but that didn't stop her droning on, falling over more than once
and knocking drinks flying before clambering up laughing loudly and
carrying on.
She saw Mavis scowling at her but that didn't stop her carrying on. As
long as her dick stayed big she knew Mavis would forgive her anything. And
speaking of her dick...
Ann started bragging about how big it was to all in sundry and before you
could say how's your father, she had it out in her hand, flashing it
around with her shirt off, bare chested. The ladies screeched but the men
chuckled and Ann bawled with laughter, thrusting it this way and that,
feeling how proud she was to be so well hung.
She fell over again, knocking a table over and sat there on the floor in
the dirt, covered in beer, laughing her head off.
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