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One Last Day
1
Ann woke up from a deep sleep on his straw pallet, the sun shining
through the crack in the hay barn door and into his eyes. He groaned,
rolling over, then brightened and sat up, realising what day this was.
It was the last day. Finally. Just one more day as Burt and he would be
back in his rightful body. He would be the lady of the manor once again!
It gave him such an overwhelming sense of relief to think that... as well
as a moment of regret.
Being Burt had been an incredible experience from start to finish and
one, over the last couple of days, that he'd come to dislike; but on the
other hand, now that the end was in sight he could allow himself the
luxury of looking back on the good times with relish. It was going to be
good to get back to being himself but he would miss the benefits.
He lay on his back, hands behind his head, musing over the good times
he'd had and an idea slowly came to him.
It was his last day as Burt and he decided to stop moping around and
really enjoy it! It was his holiday for God's sake! Being down and
depressed about how lowly he had become was the last thing he should be
doing. If anything he should be revelling in that lowliness! This was his
one last chance to really be Burt! He had to make the most of it.
He got out of bed and scratched his hairy balls absently, looking round
for where he'd thrown his trousers. He couldn't see the ones from
yesterday so climbed into his other pair.
What to do, that was the question. He wanted to really get the full
experience of being a man one last time - do all the things that he'd
enjoyed so far.
It crossed his mind to do another day's work, but where was the fun in
that really? No. And it didn't matter that the real Burt would have to
sleep rough on the night he came back. That was just part of the joke!
What happened to that buffoon didn't matter as long as Ann was happy!
2
Burt and Grandmamma took a turn around the park after breakfast, enjoying
the spring sunshine, not particularly talking, just relishing one
another's company. There were only other members of the gentry and middle
class visible. The gutter trash knew enough to stay away and this area of
London was reserved only for the well to do. Burt was glad of that.
Associating with the hoi polloi was most distasteful.
She considered what it would be like returning to the intimate and tawdry
environs of the Dog & Pony drinking establishment and wrinkled her nose
with disgust. All those brutish men and coarse women! It was going to be
repugnant to say the least. Still, that was her lot in life; there was no
arguing against that. God had given her that life and it was the only one
she deserved.
"You know you were supposed to be going back today Ann dear," said
Grandmamma.
"What? I thought it was tomorrow. I thought today was my last day here."
"Not that I'm complaining. I've enjoyed your company very much. As far as
I'm concerned you can stay here as long as you like."
"Well..." Burt frowned. "I've made arrangements now with Lord Hurley."
"Ah of course," replied Grandmamma with a wry smile. "Lord Hurley.
Arrangements. Yes."
"It would be remiss of me to let him down now."
"Indeed it would my dear. Indeed it would."
They walked on, grandmamma smiling knowingly while Burt pondered the
scratches of guilt she was feeling.
Surely one extra day didn't matter. Lady Ann had chosen to make the swap
in the first place and she was undoubtedly enjoying herself. An extra day
would give her the chance to extend her enjoyment.
Burt's mouth tightened.
And if she wasn't enjoying it - as Burt suspected she wasn't - well...
Lady Ann had wanted to trade places. She could live with the consequences
just a little bit longer.
"Yes," said Burt, "I think I shall stay one more night as I'd originally
thought and go back tomorrow, if that's agreeable to you."
"Of course it is," replied Grandmamma. "You are more than welcome."
3
Ann went down to the stable and wandered into the stall where Rosebud was
kept.
This was probably the longest time he had been away from the filly since
she had been bought and he enjoyed patting her down. Oddly though, it
didn't feel like the horse belonged to him anymore - which in the
strictest legal sense he supposed it didn't. It felt like he was
stroking... her ladyship's horse. Another weird oddity of the
transformation.
Now that he was Burt, now that he had gained access to some of Burt's
memories, he was finding himself identifying things via those memories
rather than through his own original ones. If the real Burt had looked at
this horse he would have been prompted by a series of memories to know
that it belonged to his employer. Now that Ann was tapping into random
memories, his subconscious was also, it seemed, latching onto some of
those associations. He remembered that this horse belonged to "Lady Ann"
and therefore that was his first instinctive thought to look at it.
Memories bred reality in that sense, he reflected.
But he also knew he was the one true Lady Ann, so even if part of him saw
the horse as belonging to someone else, another part of him knew better.
Ann went to the hook to lift down the horse's saddle and get her ready
for riding. He'd really enjoyed the feel of freedom he'd had the week
before to ride as a man. But he paused when he considered the balling out
Harry had given him as a result of the last trip - and the determination
in Harry's face to get back at him for the lack of respect he'd been
paying the old man. There wouldn't be anything stopping Harry telling the
earl this time. He would be straight up to the manor to drop Ann in it,
and that could mean all manner of punishment.
It could mean the stocks again.
Ann had the sudden horrible image of being locked in the stocks in the
village square when the real Burt returned. He couldn't imagine a worse
humiliation than that.
It simply wasn't worth the risk.
He released the saddle moodily and stepped away, glaring at the horse in
a sulk.
He didn't care anyway. He had better things to do! He stomped out of the
stables and set off down the lane.
4
Burt beamed with pleasure as the seamstress fussed round her in the dress
shop, making the final adjustments in her new dress.
It was a beautiful sweeping dress the colour of the sky at daybreak and
Burt had never felt so special. This epitomised everything it was to
being a lady: looking beautiful, being fussed over by servants, revelling
in riches.
Why, this dress was going to cost several times more than she, as a
stable hand, had earned in a year!
She was so looking forward to her meeting with Lord Hurley later that
evening. It was going to be simply divine to spend time with the cultured
gentleman. She tried to imagine where he would take her - what delicacies
they might eat - what sights they might see.
She didn't know if she'd ever had such excitement or expectation in her
life!
It was so wonderful to be a woman in lo--
It was wonderful to be... taken out to... such a sumptuous dinner.
5
Ann walked up across the countryside, enjoying the manly strength in his
limbs.
That side of the body swap had been everything he'd anticipated and more.
It had been great to possess such masculine power. Striding across the
fields and climbing fences was a far cry from tiptoeing around in high
heels. He climbed a tall tree quickly and easily, looking out across the
Griply estate - something he could never have done as a woman. He tensed
his biceps, gripping them with his other hand and grinning. It really was
a riot being a man and something he would miss a great deal.
The idea of going back into a weak woman's body felt slightly disturbing
to be perfectly honest. What would it be like to be so dainty and
effeminate after being so strong and tough? He found it difficult to
imagine - hard to remember what it had really been like; but he knew he
didn't like the idea of it.
He mused for a moment over another option that he knew was sadly
impossible - where he regained his title and position but remained a
burly man. Surely that would be the best of both worlds. He could extend
his name to Albert and be Lord Albert of Griply Hall, strutting about in
top hat and tails. Or not so much strutting about. He didn't have much
respect for toffs like that. No. He'd be more of a salt of the earth
lord, getting his hands dirty and taking a more active hand. He imagined
giving old Harry orders, sending him back and forth to carry things.
Then he imagined the other half of that twisted transformation: the real
Burt in Lady Ann's body remaining a woman but being reduced to a mere
servant; a chamber made... named Annie; scurrying around obsequiously,
doing his bidding.
Ann found himself stroking his cock through his trousers as he imagined
that playing out - imagined taking Annie the chamber maid up to his bed
chamber and giving her the rogering of her life.
It was such a pleasant fantasy - but one that, sadly, could never come to
pass. That wasn't how the amulet worked. No. This was his last day as
Burt - as a man - and he had to enjoy it.
In the earlier days he had kept telling himself he was Burt and that had
had an effect on his persona, underscoring the changes; making him take
on more and more of Burt's manner of speech and knowledge, his limited
intelligence and education; making him more masculine - allowing him to
take on Burt's own memories as though they were his own.
He'd avoided doing it so much of late for fear he would take on too much
- become Burt too closely, but now he was so close to changing back there
couldn't be much harm in it. This was his only opportunity to fully
experience life in the shoes of another person. It would be a terrible
waste not to take it to its limits. And there wasn't any risk this close
to swapping back into his rightful body. If anything, becoming more and
more like Burt would make the transition back more of an adventure -
having to adjust to being a right cultured lady again - trying to lose
the bumpkin accent - slowly losing the Burt memories.
He considered staying up in that tree for a few hours and just telling
himself over and over again that he was Burt; trying to recall and
experience Burt's memories as though they were his own.
He chewed his lip for a minute, unsure, afraid that he would come to
regret it. But he was sure that it wouldn't matter as long as he turned
back into himself on schedule. And it would be a right laugh to do.
He patted his pocket, wishing he had some cash to go out drinking again -
really have a good last blast at being Burt to the full and heard an
unexpected tinkle. There was money in there!
He checked - these were his other trousers so it was possible - and there
was some. Not much but enough for a few bevies down't Dog & Pony.
That settled it. He decided to really go for it today: really revel in
being Burt for as long as he had the chance.
He settled back against the branch behind him and said, "I'm Burt 'Arper.
I'm a workin' man. I'm a lower class stable hand who can't read nor write
worth a damn."
He felt the pleasant buzzing start up again in the back of his skull as
restating who he was served as a catalyst to continued change. Feeling it
and knowing that it meant that changes were being made to his brain to
make him more lower class - more manly - more like the real Burt - gave
him another swell of sexual arousal and he absently stroked his engorged
cock through his dirty trousers.
"I'm Burt 'Arper. I was born in..." He concentrated for a minute, then
the Burt memory came to him, slipping into his mind and settling in as
though it had always been there, taking deeper and deeper root in his
psyche. "in 'Artlepool... on a right rough estate."
He could picture the dirty little terraced house now, could see the
squalid bedroom he'd shared with.. his two brothers.
"I'm just an ignorant peasant and I always have been. I'm a lower class
labourer and good for nothing else. I'm too thick to make decisions on me
own. I need to get told what to do by me betters. I'm as thick as two
short planks - a right idiot. Everyone knows it."
The gentle buzzing increased in intensity and Burt relaxed into his
treetop seat more comfortably, closing his eyes to picture the narrow
street where he'd grown up; the mates he'd had; the first delivery job
he'd got when he was six years old, carrying crates.
"I'm Burt 'Arper," he said again. "I've never been a woman and I wouldn't
want to be one. I don't know the first thing about being a lady. I'm not
Lady Ann. I never 'ave been. How could I be? She's my employer. She's
better than the likes of me. She's quality. I'm just a servant and
nothing more. I'm just a man wot works for her dad doing labouring and
such. I'm nothing more than a common stable hand.
"I'm nothing more than that."
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6
The woman who looked... and acted like the one true Lady Ann sat at her
dresser, gently brushing her beautiful long hair, musing over the man she
was planning to spend the evening with.
Richard Hurley was so handsome. Picturing his firm muscular body and
statuesque face made her feel quite aflutter and queerly lightheaded. He
was kind and distinguished and perfectly well bred. Not only that but he
was from an excellent background, a peer of the realm who still had a
thriving income. He didn't rely on slowly dwindling ancestral wealth; he
had a prosperous business that showed every indication of growing in
success.
In short, he was as eligible a bachelor as anyone could find. And he was
plainly besotted with her. The situation was perfect, but also all too
flawed.
Burt imagined what it would be like to be proposed to by this dapper
gentleman. She imagined a long life of pampered luxury with a man who
adored her for being the woman she was. She allowed herself the luxury of
considering, just for a second, the possibility of not going back to
Yorkshire, of not returning this body she'd borrowed. She imagined
instead, remaining here in London to see out this budding romance, to let
it go where it might... just to see what would come of it - though she
was becoming increasingly sure of Richard's eventual intentions.
But she could never do that to the real Lady Ann. Burt had given her word
that she would do right by the real Ann and she couldn't let her down.
Burt sat back and pondered on that for a minute.
The real Ann...
She felt like she was the real Ann really. She had definitely become Lady
Ann now in shape and deed. She sounded and acted exactly like the lady
herself might have. It felt ridiculous to refer to someone else as
herself. After all, for now, she really was the one and only Lady Ann.
Surely, in her former shoes, the original Ann would have taken on her
mannerisms and mode of speech as surely as she had done. If her
transformation was anything to go by, right now, the original Ann was
probably acting fully like a man, stomping round talking with a thick
Yorkshire accent. It was even possible that the drop in education she had
witnessed before leaving the manor; the new Burt's inability to write
properly; had continued further. In all likelihood that new Burt had
become as backward and as much a common simpleton as she had once been.
To think of that person as Ann and she as Burt no longer seemed correct -
it didn't feel accurate in the least. She had told herself the current
truth a hundred times and she did so now, looking herself in the eye.
"I am Lady Ann now, the one and only Lady Ann. The person who used to be
Lady Ann is now Burt. He is just a lower class stable hand. He isn't Lady
Ann at all."
The new Ann; the only Ann; smiled at herself in the mirror and thought
again about meeting Richard later. That was going to be simply
delightful.
It felt good to really think of herself as Ann now. With only one day
left to enjoy it, it seemed foolish not to do anything else.
7
"Burt" walked down into Griply village feeling a lot better than he had
the night before.
Last night he'd been filled with despondence about how low he had fallen
but the afternoon dozing in his treetop perch had done wonders to settle
his mind. Wallowing in his persona as Burt had steadied the erratic
thoughts flitting about his head that made him resent being so common.
The day on the stocks had taught him that he was nothing but a common man
now but part of him had still fought against that: a losing battle to be
certain. He could rail against being a peasant as much as he wanted - it
didn't make it any less true. Now though, after telling himself he was
Burt over and over again, maybe a hundred or a thousand times, he didn't
feel the need to struggle against it.
For now he was Burt. There was no point denying it or feeling bad about
it. It's just how it was. It was the only thing that could be true until
Lady Ann came back from London.
Burt paused, frowning.
Until Lady Ann came back from London...
He had thought of her as an entirely separate person - as though he
really wasn't Lady Ann at all no more. He thought about that for a
minute. Yes. That was how he saw it. She was Lady Ann; he was Burt.
He wondered that the thought of that didn't send him screaming to the
hills but it just felt normal. It felt real. And he was getting his old
body back by tomorrow at the latest so there was no need to fret. He was
a man. He was Burt. He liked who he was. He was going to continue to
enjoy it.
Burt went into the Dog & Pony and shelled out for a drink. When the lads
saw he had cash to spend they didn't rib him so much so that was good. He
knocked back his first pint and ordered another.
Jeb was there and they started chatting.
"The foreman at the farm said you did a right good job on them ditches
Burt," said Jeb.
Burt grinned, feeling proud of himself.
"He said you were a hardworking man wot did as he was told. He'd welcome
you back if you ever get tired of shovelling horse shite."
Burt laughed, necking his pint, thinking about getting the most out of
being Burt for this one last day. "Ere,"he said, deciding to probe a
little on a suspicion he had that might go a way to help emphasise the
change that had come over him. "Why couldn't I 'elp do the lambing when I
was as the farm?"
"I told you already."
"Tell me again." Burt wanted to relish in it.
"Well everyone knows 'ereabouts that you ain't the sharpest tack in the
box and lambin's skilled work."
"Meanin' what?"
"Meaning, basically," said Jeb, "That you ain't clever enough to do it."
Burt smirked, enjoying this underscoring of his limited brain power now
that he didn't resent it no more."You mean I'm too stupid to do it?"
"Yeah," said Jeb. "No offence but you've got the kind of brain that does
best followin' simple instructions; doing heavy lifting, digging ditches;
that sort of stuff."
Who he was now couldn't be said plainer than that. "Well. I guess there
are them as got brains and them that ain't," said Burt.
"Aye," said Jeb "And Burt my friend, I'm sorry to say that you are one of
the ones that ain't."
It crossed Burt's mind then to start a fight over this, to lamp Jeb a
good one in the face and end up rolling about in the filth under the
tables... but the trouncing he'd got by the bouncer at the races had
sapped his confidence for that sort of thing. He was afraid the same
thing would happen again.
Instead he joined in on the chuckling that Jeb and the other men around
were having at his expense on account of his being a dimwit, thinking
aloud in his mind, I'm Burt 'Arper and I'm thick as a brick. I ain't got
no prospects. I'm not fit to do nothing but hard labour.
Again he felt the warm tingling at the base of his skull, mingled with
the rosy glow of the beer taking hold.
8
"Ann" smiled beautifully as Lord Hurley twirled her round the dance
floor, waltzing into the evening.
It had been such an enchanting dinner and now the fairytale continued. Al
the other women were wearing gowns as beautiful as hers, the men wearing
dapper eveningwear as well, and Ann felt overwhelmed by the magic of it
all.
When the dance came to a close she was flushed and breathless and Richard
led her out onto the balcony to cool off.
"I've enjoyed myself so much," said Ann. "I'm so glad I decided to stop
being silly and see you again before I went back."
"Yes," replied Richard gently. "I fear if you hadn't agreed to come I
might have had to break down your door and drag you out anyway."
Ann felt a thrill of delight to imagine this strong masterful man doing
that. "Well perhaps I should have said no then," she said coyly. "Or
perhaps I should say no next time."
"But I thought there wasn't going to be a next time. You're travelling
back tomorrow."
"Oh. Yes," said Ann sadly, the mood faltering. "I forgot. I was so caught
up in the moment that I forgot... I had to go back."
"You're such a beautiful woman," said Richard, stepping closer. "And so
divinely feminine and sweet."
Ann's cheeks coloured. "Richard. Please."
"You know I always held your beauty in the highest esteem but it has only
been since your trip to London that your disposition has captured my
heart."
"Really?" Ann couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Before you seemed a little... shrewish if the truth be told. Too... arrogant
and even... spiteful. But now I see the woman you've become and am in awe
of your goodness."
"Oh Richard," breathed Ann. "I never realized you felt that way. That you
prefer me to... to the way I used to be."
"I... esteem you so very highly Ann dear."
"And I you," she sighed in return, and then their lips touched, just the
slightest tender brush but a contact that seemed to capture the moment as
though it were a diamond that could be held and treasured.
Ann's body lit up with the physical contact. She had never felt so
perfectly alive. And then Richard pulled away and her heart wrenched for
the need of him.
"Oh Richard..."
"Ann. Dear. I beg you to agree to postpone your departure by just a
little. If I could only see you again one more time before you go. I
cannot see you tomorrow but the day after I am yours entirely."
Ann thought of... Burt... back in Yorkshire awaiting her return but it was
impossible to recognize his needs against the intensity of her own. He
was safe enough in Yorkshire. A delay of a day or two wouldn't really
matter and she couldn't bear the idea of never seeing Richard again.
"Alright," she said, holding his hand. "I'll stay for two more days."
"Oh Ann. You don't know how happy that makes me."
"No," replied Ann. "But I know how happy it makes me."
9
Burt sat against the wall in the Dog & Pony feeling suitably bladdered,
enjoying the warmth throughout his body and half regretting his was going
to change back next day.
He'd had a right grand evening with his mates and was going to miss
palling around with them when he had turned back into Lady Ann. He
chuckled. Imagine their faces if he came back in here when he was a fine
lady! The looks on their faces!
But he knew he'd be back to being a right posh bird in no time flat and
far too stuck up to sully himself with actually coming down here to have
a good time. He sneered at that. He still thought it was a shame he
couldn't have it all - the money and the good honest salt-of-the-earth
outlook on life. Being rich again would be reet champion but he couldn't
abide the idea of strutting round like a smarmy toff.
He wondered actually whether he could control the return change as he had
done this side of it. What if he didn't keep reiterating that he was Lady
Ann. Would he retain the down-to-earth qualities he'd come to admire? He
guessed he'd keep the thick Yorkshire accent if he did and he might go on
being illiterate and dimwitted - but then, what had book learning ever
really done for him? He'd have all the money in the world to spend! What
would it matter if he had no education and the brain of a halfwit as long
as he didn't end up strutting round all arrogant-like?
He chuckled again. He actually liked the idea of that!
The pub was all but empty now and Mavis was cleaning up, wearing her
usual slutty dress. She hadn't spoken to him since the day in the stocks
but she'd thrown him a nasty glare or two. But he fancied one last good
shag before he changed back into Lady Ann so he gathered his courage and
called across to her.
"Ere, Mavis! You're lookin right tasty tonight. Ow's about we get
together for old times sake, eh?"
She scowled at him. "Why would I want to waste me time on a pauper?"
"I ain't a pauper, see?" Burt showed her the few coins he hadn't spent on
liquor.
"You still owes me that money from the other night," said Mavis.
"Well I got it ere. See? Take it." He held his hand out.
Mavis put down her rag and came over, showing her bountiful cleavage.
Burt felt his crotch throb in anticipation. Mavis took the coins and
scrutinized them. "Ahright. Aye. Get upstairs to me room and get ye togs
off. This'll cover it."
Burt grinned. "I knew ye'd come round luv." He stroked her arm, then not
sure why he added, "You're my girl."
"Aye," replied Mavis. "As long as you're payin."
10
Burt's cock was like a thick iron rod when Mavis finally appeared.
The slutty girl slipped out of her dress without preamble and climbed
onto the bed where he was already lying naked, his hairy muscular body on
display.
"Ooo, this is what I wanted luv,"said Burt, rolling her over in his
strong arms so he could pin her down and shove his tongue into her mouth.
It was so great to be a man - to take her like this as a woman.
He pawed her chest and nuzzled her neck then moved down to chew at her
swollen nipple. Then Burt pulled up and pressed his big man's penis into
position to penetrate her. There was an acute buildup of anticipation
then it slipped inside with a little jerk of resistance and a smile of
satisfaction spread across his chops.
Mavis reached up to stroke the thick curly hair on his muscular chest and
scratched his sides and back with her fingernails producing a delightful
intensity of pleasure.
This was the last time he would have sex as a man and Burt wanted to
enjoy it as fully as he could. This was what being a man was all about:
having the power and strength to dominate a woman entirely, feel her
softness against his hard muscular manly form. This was what he'd wanted
from the start and he loved it.
He loved his massive cock! He loved his hairy muscular body! He loved
ramming into this slutty girl over and over again!
And then the fantasy came again of Lady Ann except this time, when they
went back into the holiday cottage to switch back when she returned the
next day he took her and hurled her down then had his way with her there
on the floor. At first her ladyship screamed in terror but when he forced
her down and pressed his dick into her fanny, holding her in place, she
started to swoon, saying, "Oh Burt. You're such a strong man! You're so
masculine Burt! Oh, do it to me you beastly verile man!"
He felt the orgasm coming but he forced it away, pumping still into Mavis
as he continued the fantasy of shagging Lady Ann in his mind.
Now she was standing and he was kneeling and her arm was outstretched,
finger pointing. "You're nothing to me Burt, you filthy peasant!" she was
shouting."You're just an ignorant stupid yokel with no breeding - no use
to man nor beast!"
"Yes m'lady. You're right m'lady," he was saying in the fantasy. "I'm
just a worthless working man. I'm not quality. I'm nothing to a posh lady
like yerself."
And then he came, spurting semen up into Mavis's fanny as the orgasm
shock through him more intensely than any orgasm ever had.
And finally he collapsed on the bed beside Mavis, panting heavily, aching
and sore, wishing it wasn't over so soon, loving the afterglow and the
seedy sordid thoughts he'd been having.
This had been a grand day - a great last day to enjoy being deliciously
lower class - to enjoy being Burt.
But it was over now.
The following day he would be back in his rightful body and back at the
manor house living the life of a cultured and privileged lady.
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