Lady Ann s Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Twenty Seven
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Forever?
1
Burt felt grand thinking about his escapades the night before, regardless
of his current situation.
He was up to his knees in filthy water in a long drainage ditch using a
spade to dig mud from the bottom to clear it. It really was dirty work
and he'd been at it for two hours but even this couldn't affect his mood.
It had felt so good to be with those girls last night, so great to be a
man. He couldn't stop thinking about it: taking them out of the pub and
down the road, one on each arm, feeling like he was cock of the walk, the
most popular man in the village. He hadn't been able to take them back to
their houses - that would have been a scandal - and the walk to the hall
was too far, so he'd had to do it in the open.
In the end they'd done it in the bushes on the railway embankment. It was
dirty and cold but that didn't matter. The blond girl hadn't wanted to go
through with it in the end but he'd done her friend while she waited, her
skirts up round her face, her knickers round her ankles, his trousers
pulled right down so his pale bare arse bobbed up and down in the
moonlight as he rogered away. He smiled to himself now to remember her
gasps of pleasure and her complaints of how big he was, how tight her
fanny was with his gigantic cock slamming into it over and over again.
It was the best time he'd had for ages.
Burt sat on the edge of the channel, resting his spade against its side.
He drew his soaking legs out of the water and up under his chin, his arms
wrapped round them. He rested his head against the fence post there and
closed his eyes for a minute in the sunshine, just running it all through
his mind again and feeling a throb of arousal inside his trousers.
He was so glad he'd stopped feeling sorry for himself and got on with
doing stuff that he enjoyed again. It felt great to revel in his manhood
once more; great to feel so proud of himself and strong. In fact, he
realised, that this was the first time he'd really felt at peace since
all this started. He knew who he was now and he wasn't struggling against
it. He was looking for the good in it and enjoying it for what it was.
He was a hard working class man, fit and strong, who did his best from
dawn until dusk. That gave him a lot of pride. And he was good with the
ladies. That made him proud too. He didn't like being told what to do but
he was making the best of it. And he was a good man.
He just sat there, thinking about that for a while, feeling warm and
relaxed. Would it be so bad if Lady Ann never came back? If he just went
on living this life as Burt? He didn't want to go back to hating it. He
wanted to carry on just relaxing into it, letting himself go with the
flow. He wanted to give in. It would be so easy to; to even...
Yes.
He imagined Lady Ann coming back and taking him aside to change back but
instead of accepting, he pictured himself telling her he didn't want to
go back. He saw himself tipping his cap and saying, "That's alright
m'lady. I'm 'appy bein a working man. I love being a bloke. I don't wanna
go back to me old life. I want to be Burt forever."
I want to be Burt forever.
All the difficult decisions taken away from him; just told what to do
every minute of every day then down to the pub at night with his mates
getting plastered and having his way with different lasses.
I love being a man, he thought. I want to be Burt forever.
And in his mind the ticking heat intensified, stroking his brain;
scraping at any desire he had to be a woman; his memories of his life as
a cultured lady; at his comprehension of how much he was losing; at the
willpower that made him hate the commands that came down to him from his
betters.
"Oh it's no bother Lady Ann," he said in his imagination. "I'm more
th'n'appy to stay like this. You're welcome to stay as ye are. I wouldn't
know what to do with meself as a lady. I'm far too used to being a man
now an I like it."
The daydream Ann smiled a beautiful caring smile and said, "Why thank you
Burt. I'm so grateful you've chosen to be a gentleman about it. I have
nothing but respect for a man as strong and hard working as you. My
father tells me you do practically everything round here. He says
everything would fall apart if it wasn't for all the work that you do.
You're a much better Burt than I ever was."
On the side of the stream, Burt lay further back, smiling broadly as he
pictured the new Lady Ann - the real and only Lady Ann now - sitting
daintily on the garden chairs, watching him carry massive boxes in his
strong arms. In his imagination she was smiling and nodding, admiring him
for working hard and being so strong, and for doing as he was told.
And he thought to himself hazily: All I ave to do to make this come true
is just let it. Just stop fighting. I can be happy again. I can just get
on with me life and stop being afraid all the time. I don't want to be
afraid all the time. I just want to stop fighting. I want to stay Burt
and be happy.
I want to be Burt forever.
2
Lady Ann let her horse go where it wished across the common, letting her
mind drift once more now that she was alone.
She'd been trying to collect her thoughts since the previous afternoon,
but try as she might she couldn't reach any kind of satisfactory
conclusion. The awful fact of the matter was that there was no simple and
clear way forward. There was no easy answer to that question:
What did she want?
She wanted to remain rich. She wanted to go on living this wonderful
cultured life. But did she want it indefinitely? If there were really
nothing to hold her back, did she really want to become Lady Anne Neville
for the rest of her days? To be a woman and nevermore to be a man? To
leave behind Mavis and the strength and power of her former masculinity?
There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to delay going back as
long as possible, but to steal this life forever? That was something that
seemed... It seemed... what? She couldn't put it into words.
But she knew it was wrong. Taking this life that had only been loaned to
her was a diabolical act of evil and there was a gulf between forcing the
former Ann to muck out the horses for a few days or even a week or two
and forcing her to live as Burt for the rest of her life.
And yes! She knew that the old Ann wouldn't blink to do the same to her,
but it was going against the natural order of things. It was going
against God's plan.
No matter how many of Ann's memories she'd taken on; how many of Burt's
memories she'd lost, she still remembered the most important lesson her
old dad - Burt's old da had told her when she was still a boy.
"You have to do the right thing my boy," he'd said."And you must always
do as you're told."
With that in mind it was perfectly clear what she had to do. The former
Ann had ordered her to come to London for two weeks and then to return
with her body. It had been almost three weeks now. What she was doing was
undeniably wrong. And however much she wished she'd taken on enough
traits of the real Ann to make her not care anymore, that hadn't
happened. And deep down she didn't want that anyhow.
Doing the right thing was simply too important to her. It was more
important than all the riches and comforts she would be leaving behind if
she went back. It was more important than the pleasure she received at
being a beautiful and intelligent woman.
It was decided.
She would go back to Yorkshire tomorrow. She would give Burt back his
body. She would become Burt again herself. And she'd always miss this
life she had tasted but she would hold onto these days as treasured
memories. And maybe... just maybe, the real Lady Ann would be more than
grateful and maybe everything would be better.
Either way, she'd made her decision.
This would be her last day in London. She would catch the first train the
next morning and put this glorious adventure behind her.
3
It was only really visible by comparison just how close to breaking point
Burt had been; to crumbling into the dirt with his arms wrapped round his
head, gibbering helplessly in terror at the horror of his predicament.
This defence mechanism - forcing his bewildered mind to not only accept
but to crave the continuation of what was happening to him - was the only
thing that was keeping him functioning. And more than functioning.
Burt was actually happy now. He had a long day yet of hard labour ahead
of him but it was easy work for a man of his stature and he really did
enjoy the demands on his muscular body. He liked not having to raise his
consciousness above its lowest level. He wanted to do anything in his
power to avoid thinking about what was really happening to him. He liked
knowing exactly what he had to do and just getting on and doing it.
He was still knee deep in the stream, using the shovel to widen and
deepen it. Harry had explained why this was good for the fields but he
really hadn't been able to follow it. While he was busy trying to
comprehend one part of the rationale, Harry had blabbered onto the next
part until he'd become thoroughly confused. He'd ended up just nodding
vacantly, pretending he understood. It didn't matter. All he needed to
know was where to dig. He didn't try any harder than that, in
subconscious fear that he might recognize just how much brain power he'd
lost and panic. He kept his thoughts subdued and on the job at hand.
Just widen the stream. Deepen the stream. That was all he had to
understand and any idiot could pick up that much. At least after Harry
had come down and demonstrated it a few times.
At noon a bell was rang up at the hall and Burt trotted back across the
fields to get his dinner. He and Harry sat on the wooden bench outside at
the back of the kitchen and chomped down on the bread and meat that cook
had provided. It was a lovely filling meal and he sat enjoying it
quietly.
A hard morning's work and a good filling meal: this was what it was all
about. This was what his life was now. It was what it always would be. He
was Burt now forever. No, not even that. Thinking that still kept him at
a distance from who he was now.
After he ate, as he walked back down the fields to continue digging out
the stream, he altered the way he said it, coming more in line with the
way it should be. He no longer said, I'm Burt. He said, "I'm me. I'm
myself. I'm who I am and who I've always been. I'm who I'm always going
to be. I'm me. And I always will be."
4
It was a trip to opera this time; another fabulous and enchanted evening
with this wonderful man.
But it was the last evening and Ann knew it. She wasn't going to back out
this time. She wasn't going to let Richard persuade her any different.
The music was delightful. It made her heart pulse almost painfully to be
filled with such emotion. It made tears flow down her cheeks to know that
this would be the last time she could enjoy such wonder.
Within twenty four hours she was be back in her old body, quickly losing
the education and love for culture that she currently possessed. How long
would it be before she become completely ignorant again? How long before
she would forget how wonderful this was and start again, instead, to love
only the most crass entertainment imaginable?
Would it feel like coming home to change back into that big muscular
body, to touch her face and feel a bushy moustache? Or would it feel
alien and awful? Would panic and horror overcome her and become absolute
abject terror?
Ann thought about what it would be like to go back to sleeping in the hay
loft and being ordered around from dawn until dusk. She wondered if she
would just break somehow inside to have lost this glorious lifestyle and
become only a dirty peasant servant again, even lower in status than
Gladys, her maid.
In the darkness of the opera house, her tears of joy became cries of
anguish until she was suddenly sobbing against Richard's shoulder.
He turned to her, gently lifting her chin with his index finger. "Why
Ann; whatever is the matter you sweet thing?"
"I don't want to go back," she cried."I don't want to ever go back."
"Then stay longer. Stay as long as you want."
"You don't understand," she whimpered. "I can't stay any longer. I made a
promise! I have to go back! I have to go back tomorrow!"
"Ann..." The shock consumed Richard's features. "Tomorrow?"
"Yes," she replied. "I'm sorry Richard, but I shall never be able to see
you again. Not ever, ever again!"
She got up, her vision blurred with the tears and went to go but Richard
grasped her wrist. "Ann. What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that it's over Richard. I'm sorry. I'm so dreadfully
dreadfully sorry. But I'm catching the noon train to Yorkshire tomorrow
and I will never ever be back. This is goodbye. I'm sorry. I'm so awfully
sorry!"
And she pulled free and ran from him as he rose and called after her. She
ran down through the opera house with tears filling her eyes, knowing
that she'd just said good bye to the most important person she'd ever
known - the man she wished she could never leave.
She ran out into the night and hailed a cab, wailing with sorrow and
anguish, wishing that she could be struck dead there and then rather than
feel this utter sense of loss and despair.
5
Burt rammed his cock into the sweaty minge of yet another girl he'd
picked up at the pub with her bending down with her back to him.
Her dress was up over her back and his trousers were once again pooled
round his ankles. The cool night air rippled down his bare hairy legs and
around his buttocks. He rammed over and over again as this girl - whose
name he couldn't even remember - gave a little nasal grunt on each
thrust. It was wonderful to do it; wonderful to be consumed by no other
thought; just this animalistic impulse to rut with this slag; to spill
his seed.
"Oooo Burt," moaned the girl, "you're too big. It's 'urtin me!"
He grinned in the darkness and pumped even harder. Her grunt grew louder
with each pump.
"Oh yes," he groaned. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
This was the best. This was the pinnacle of his life, the most consummate
pleasure and passion. Just him and the girl; his cock and her fanny;
nothing else. A brawny man having his wicked way with a strumpet.
He was so happy. So sure of himself. So relaxed.
This was his life now and forevermore. This was who he was. This was what
he wanted.
There was a brief shadow over his heart for a second as he thought about
Lady Ann coming home but he pushed it away by recalling the fantasy of
what he could say to her.
"I don't want to become a woman no more m'lady. I love bein a man too
much."
"But Burt," replied the fantasy Ann, "surely you don't want to be a
servant for the rest of your life."
"Yes I do miss. I do. I likes bein told what to do. It makes me life
simple. And I don't have enough up ere to do anythin else." He touched
his imaginary forehead.
"You're such a decent and honorable man Burt," replied the fantasy Ann.
"And you look so handsome and rugged in that body. I've never known a
more virile man in my life."
He grinned at her.
Then Ann's face turned sour suddenly and her tone imperious. "Now run and
fetch me my horse Burt! Go on! Run! Fetch her for me!"
And dopily; eagerly; her followed her barked orders, rushing into the
stables to bring out Rosebud, loving the way she talked down to him;
loving the submissive way it made him feel.
And then he came; pumping blast after blast of semen into the rough
girl's hole, crying out in pleasure and gasping from the intensity of it.
He gripped her soft round buttocks tightly, digging his fingers in and
rammed over and over against them, expelling all the spunk he had to give
until he was thoroughly overcome with it.
He paused to catch his breath, then withdrew sloppily and pulled his
trousers up as the girl got back upright and straightened her skirts,
smirking back at him lasciviously.
"What did yer think luv, eh?" he asked.
"You're all man Burt," she replied."All man!"
Burt gave her a lopsided grin, feeling warm and pleasant throughout his
body but concentrated at the base of his skull. He loved to be told that
- to revel in his manhood as though it defined him. Which it did now,
surely, more than anything.
He was all man.
"Aye. Well that's right kind of ye to say," he replied. "You ain't arf
bad yerself."
She tittered and they sat down on the roots of the tree she'd been
leaning against as he did her. She leant against him and he put his arm
round her, enjoying the feeling of being the manly protector. He felt
great through and through: really satisfied; really contented with his
life.
For a minute he thought again about Lady Ann's return and actually wished
she would hurry up so that he could tell her he didn't want to change
back - so he could finalise it. He even pondered about going up the hall
and getting the amulet - of throwing it away so it was all done and he
could put it behind him.
"Burt?"
"Aye?"
"Do ye ever think about what you want to do with your life?"
Burt felt a little uncomfortable."What do ye mean?"
"In the future? Long term. I think about it a lot. I don't want to be
minding other people's babies all me life. I want something more.
Something fancy. What do you want to be?"
Burt cleared his throat. Then he cleared it again. That feeling of
pinching stress was coming back, closing in on his peace and happiness; a
sense of being trapped; of terrible mistakes that cannot be undone.
"Well... I reckon..."
What did he think? What were his choices if he stayed in this body and
life that felt so natural to him now?
"I reckon I'll probably just stay workin at the 'all. I ain't clever
enough to do much else but labourin. I ain't got no book learnin or
nothin."
"Don' you ever want something more than that though?"
He shrugged, not enjoying this questioning but telling himself it didn't
matter; that he wanted to stay Burt. He wanted to live Burt's life.
His life.
"What about old Harry's job," she asked. "Wouldn't you want to be
groundsman eventually?"
"Nah," he replied. "I'm too thick to do somethin like that. I ain't near
clever enough to be groundsman. Arry's much brainier than I am."
And as he said it, he knew that it was true.
Another little shadow came, telling him that surely this was a mistake;
wanting to live for decades more as an idiot servant; but the agony of
panic; the sense of feeling trapped made him push those feelings away. He
couldn't stand to feel bad about his predicament. He only wanted to be
glad of it.
"Aye," he said. "I'm far too thick. I ain't never gonna be more than a
common labourer. Which is alright with me. I'm appy bein a labourer. I
don't know nothing different."
He relaxed back against the tree feeling dopey and comfortable, let his
cloudy thoughts pick drowsily from one aspect of that to the next,
enjoying having this girl under his arm; enjoying the masculine role that
felt completely natural to him now.
A life ahead of him as a man; a strong verile man.
A life as a servant; a labourer; a stable hand.
No prospects; no potential; no pressure; no expectations.
Just a simple life following the instructions of his betters.
A hardworking life.
A happy life.
My life, he thought.
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