Lady Ann's Greatly Extended Holiday - Chapter Twenty Seven free porn video

Chapter Twenty Seven Lowest of the Low 1 The morning after the boxing match, Burt Harper woke up feeling great. Yes, he'd taken some licks but he'd given out far more than he'd got back and all things considered he was glad of it. He was the champion! He was officially the toughest bloke for miles around and he couldn't wait until later when he'd be able to strut into the village and hear all the congratulations; see the adoring glances from the women. This was what being a man was all about. He sighed happily, scratching his balls. He didn't remember ever feeling so... at peace with himself. Just... content... with who he was and his lot in life. Burt climbed out of bed fully naked and went over to the shelf where he kept his shaving stuff and bowl of water. He gave himself a grin then proceeded to lather up his chops and set to work with his cutthroat razor. While he glided the blade over his cheeks, smoothing off the lather and his bristles he thought about what had gone on after the boxing match with the vicar's wife. Now that had been a bit of alright! It was such a riot shagging someone who always looked down on him but she had been gagging for it after he'd beaten her husband in the ring. And she hadn't been demure about it. She'd obviously been thinking a lot about him since she'd seen him rogering that chubby girl in the alley a few weeks earlier. She led him by the hand through the little wooden gate in the stone wall at the side of the rectory and they did it there at the back of her garden, safe from prying eyes and close enough to home that she could look at the spot on her lawn in future and reminisce. And she hadn't been too bad a shag either. Burt definitely got the feeling that she had been hoarding some repressed passion for some time. He was used to doing it in his clothes but she made him strip naked, trying her hardest to stifle cries of ecstasy as he had his way with her. A right good time and no mistake. That was a fact. But he couldn't waste the morning away reminiscing. He had chores to do and it wouldn't be right to be late. Jobs like this weren't easy to come by, he knew that, and he did enjoy it. It was great to just get on with good hard work, knowing exactly what he had to do. And he loved working with the horses. He popped open his drawer and had a longer than usual look at his secret photograph of Lady Ann. She was so beautiful. He sighed. He wished more than anything that she would come back from her holiday so that he could see her again. He was so looking forward to getting her horse ready for her to take out. She could be petulant at times; sometimes right nasty; but on the odd occasion that she smiled at him it made him the happiest man alive. He just wished she'd notice him. Didn't she realise how much he adored her? Why, he'd lay his life down for her if he got the chance, just so as she'd recognise how dear she was to him. He kissed the photo and put it away then went outside. What he had to do was ensure that he did the best possible job to get Rosebud ready for her ladyship's return: really polish the leather of the saddle and bring the filly's coat up to a lovely shine. When he was clearing up the shit today he would make sure the stable got a first rate clean. The harder he worked, the better it would look; and it didn't hurt to keep Harry sweet. When Lady Ann came back she'd see the trouble he'd gone to and maybe, just maybe, she'd realise he was the man of her dreams. Or at the very least be a bit kinder to him. He was so looking forward to her being back. He grinned to himself, imagining it. It was going to be so good to have her around, giving him jobs and making sure he did them quickly. Any contact with that beautiful angel was worth whatever hardship was required. He'd gladly labour for the rest of his days if it meant he could have contact with her from time to time. Feeling happy, Burt walked round the outside of the stable building, at no point noticing the change that had come over him overnight as the potion the gypsy woman gave him was digesting in his stomach. That he had forgotten his original identity. That he really thought he was Burt now. And he believed he always had been. 2 Lady Ann dozed in her huge sumptuous bed in London, somewhere east of sleeping and west of awake, feeling warm and comfortable, entirely safe. In her half-sleeping dream she lay unclothed on a narrow bed under a bare wooden ceiling, waiting; anticipating the arrival of someone at both a physical and emotional level as in the waking world, her crotch began to moisten and grow hot. In the dream the ugly door in the corner of the room opened and her grandmother's stable hand stood there, wearing his cap, which he doffed immediately, stepping closer. "You look lovely m'lady," the dream man said. "Like a picture." She smiled in the dream and in the real world her sleeping body smiled too, stirring. Writhing. The dream man stepped closer again, coming nearer to her naked form as she bent her knees upward then dropped them out to expose her vagina. The stable hand grinned at her, coming closer again, his clothes gone now, nowhere to be seen. He clambered onto the bed, grazing her sides with his big manly hands, looking down at her with respect and adoration, his eyes afire with lust. "Take me," whispered Ann, and the stable hand leaned down to kiss her on the neck. She gasped from the delight of it. "Take me like I'm some lower class girl you've just picked up." "Alright m'lady," replied the stable hand. "Not m'lady," she breathed. "Just Ann." "Ann." He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hard, making her cry out with bliss. Then she came awake, suddenly, unpleasantly, and Gladys was standing over the bed, touching her arm. Ann sat upright, her heart banging and looked about her, disoriented. "I'm sorry m'lady," said Gladys. "I didn't mean to startle you. You were having a bad dream." Ann looked at the window, at the morning light coming through, then she glared fiercely at her maid. "Get out of here you stupid girl! How dare you wake me!" Gladys withdrew from the bed. "But I always wake you miss." "Don't be insolent," snapped Ann. "I'll not have you talk back to me. You heard what I said." "Yes miss." "Well go on then! Get out!" Gladys hurried away and Ann got her legs free of the covers irritably and sat on the edge of the bed, glowering at the closed door that the maid had retreated through. Then she thought about her dream and covered her mouth with her hand, shaking her head. "Oh dear Lord," she murmured. She couldn't believe she'd dreamt that - been unfaithful to her darling Richard in such a way. It was deplorable behaviour for one of the gentry. But it had been nice. And more than nice. She rubbed her legs together, recalling the sensations. It had actually been rather glorious. 3 Burt went into the stable, still with no clue in his mind that he hadn't always been a man. If any Lady Ann memories remained in his dull-witted brain then he had neither cause nor need to recall them. There were so many Burt memories in his head now that they overwhelmed everything else and the potion had done its work. He no longer felt ill at ease in the least in this body. He didn't resent his lot in life. After all, hadn't the men in his family always been in service? Of course they had... as far back as he remembered. He went through to Rosebud's stall and let himself in. Lady Ann might be back any day and he was determined to ensure that everything was just right when she was. "Eh up horsie," he said. "Yer'right this mornin? Ye lookin forward to er ladyship comin back and givin you a ride, eh?" He patted her down, smiling fondly. Just wait until Harry appeared and saw him already in here hard at work. The old gaffer'd be proud sure enough. He might even stop driving him so hard. And Burt was looking forward to seeing if Harry had heard about his success the night before at the boxing match. That might earn him a bit of respect around here if nothing else. He went to get the brush to start grooming the horse but paused in mid- reach, unsure. For the life of him... "That's queer." For the life of him he couldn't remember which brush to start with. Was it... the body brush? He wasn't sure. He didn't think it was the curry comb, but it... It might have been. He wondered... "That's odd." He just wasn't sure. "Burt!" That was Harry's voice. Burt loped from the stall and outside. "Yes sir?" Harry was leaning against the cart with Jeb of all people. "What you up to scurrying about in there?" "Just tending to the orses," replied Burt. "Oh aye? I 'ear you've been showing your strength in the boxin ring." Burt grinned proudly. "That I ave. You shoulda seen it. Jeb tell im." "He ain't wrong," said Jeb. "Burt's the boxing champion of Griply fair! He 'ad me down in no time, though I got a few good punches in." "I've got the bruises to show fer it," chuckled Burt happily. "You gave me a good run fer me money that's fer certain," "Well I'm ready for a rematch any time you want Burt," said Jeb. "Just try me when I ain't ad so much to drink!" They both laughed. "Aye, well enough," said Harry, "but there's work to be done now. You can josh all you want later down t'pub." "Sorry sir," said Burt hurriedly, feeling bad that he was neglecting his duties and worried he'd get a well-deserved shouting at. "I'll get back to the grooming now." "Aye, well hold on a minute," replied Harry. Burt stopped and turned back. "Sir?" "Earing tell o'your great victory in t'Dog & Pony last night got me to thinkin. Bout what I get you doin ere when yer workin." Burt's jaw slackened a little as he listened, concentrating on the old man's words. "There ain't doubt you're as strong as an ox boy," said Harry. Burt brightened again, feeling proud of himself. "But you ain't got the brains you was born with, everyone knows that. Am I wrong?" "Well..." Burt wasn't sure what to say. When he'd been growing up his mam had always told him he was a dullard and she hadn't been wrong. "No sir." "You ain't been too bad workin ere," went on Harry, "doing a passable job at looking after the horses and such. But lately... since you ad yer holiday... Well you ain't been doing as well as you used to." "Eh?" A tight knot formed in the compressed skin between Burt's eyebrows. "You've been good enough at yer labourin so long as I keep watch and only give ye simple instructions, but you ain't been seeing to the horses as well as you should." "Sir?" "Your groomin's been sloppy. Not good enough. And so you ain't gonna do that no more." "Eh?" "I'm takin you off it Burt," said Harry. "You mean you're getting rid of me?" Burt couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was terrified this meant the worst was going to happen - that he wouldn't be able to work here no more. "I ain't getting rid of you ye great wazzock. But you ain't fit to look after the horses no more. I'm gonna get you doin more of what you do best." Burt gaped at him, confused. "Labourin," said Harry. "Diggin. Carryin stuff. You know as well as I do, that's all you're good for." "But... But I'm the groom." Harry shook his head. "Not anymore you're not. You just ain't good enough." "But I've been... doing it for years." "And I'd keep you on if it weren't that it just ain't quality work you're doin." "But sir..." "No," snapped Harry, folding his arms. "I don't want to 'ear no more about it. The decision's been made." "But who'll do the orses from now on?" asked Burt. "Jeb," said Harry, putting his hand on the other man's shoulder. Jeb stepped forward, looking a little awkward that he was in this position. "I'm sorry Burt," he said. "Harry asked me last night at the pub after you'd gone ome... and the money's better." "Ah yes. That reminds me," said Harry. "You won't be paid as much if you ain't grooming Burt, obviously. I'm sorry about that but if you don't do good work you can't expect to get paid for it, eh?" Burt just looked back at him, stunned by what he was hearing. He wanted to speak up for himself, argue the case, make reasoned points to support why he should go on working with the horses. But he knew that to do so would be speaking out of turn. If Harry had made the decision then that was that. It wasn't his place to question it. He wasn't even a groom no more. He was just a farmhand. The very bottom of the pile. The lowest wage of any man he knew and the lowest rank in all the holdings of the Neville family. "Now why don't you get in there and start shovelling up the horse shit while Jeb gets on with the grooming, eh Burt?" "Yes sir," he mumbled. "And see that you do a good job this time," continued Harry. "There ain't no lower post round ere than shit shoveler. You can at least make sure you do that right." He laughed loudly as Burt turned back toward the stable and shuffled forlornly into the darkness, unsure what had just happened but feeling that he'd lost just about everything that mattered. 4 Joan Landon, the vicar's wife, looked out the rear window of her morning room while her husband, Eric, twittered on about his next sermon, looking at the corner of the garden where she and... that man had... done what they did the night before. She was a slender lady in her middle years and though they did not own great wealth by any means, she always did her best to dress, and act, with dignity. She simply couldn't believe what she had done the night before and felt profound guilt now. She had broken God's law, gone against the marriage vows that had always been sacred to her and risked everything. In the heat of the moment last night, seeing Burt triumph in the boxing ring over her husband and all the other men in the village, she hadn't let herself consider the consequences. It had been such an adventure. And the... act itself had been wonderful; really wonderful, in a way that her couplings with Eric had never been. Thinking about it took her right back to the moment and allowed her to feel the pleasure again but it also made her angrier with self- recrimination. She knew it was wrong - dreadfully wrong - but she'd done it anyway. She had behaved deplorably. She had betrayed her husband and the Lord in the most despicable way. But God help her, she wanted to do it again. She crossed herself. What if that filthy urchin told others what they had got up to? What if her reputation was ruined? Butterflies flew round her stomach. It would be awful. She could never show her face again. And her husband would surely send her away. She would be destitute and shunned, a scarlet lady. She couldn't imagine a worse fate. The patch of grass where it had happened was just in her eye line. She sidestepped to improve her view, continuing to ignore the low voice of her husband. In her memory, she was guiding Burt to that spot by his hand, feeling the intense build-up of anticipation. She was looking up into his face, at the cut on his lip. They were getting down onto the ground together. He was reaching for her skirts. She was telling him she had to see him naked. He was smiling at her; unbuttoning his shirt. Joan Landon closed her eyes, commanding herself to stop these silly fancies. She was not going to think about this man again. And she certainly wasn't going to meet with him again! That would be unthinkable! 5 Lady Ann was starting to find this luncheon as tedious as those with the old ladies her grandmamma had subjected her to. They were eating out in the sumptuous dining room of the Grosvenor Hotel as a farewell to her new family. Her parents and sister were taking the early afternoon train back north to Yorkshire and Ann couldn't help but feel sorry that they were leaving. She knew they weren't her real family but with the time they'd spent together here in London and the plethora of inherited memories she had of them, they really felt like blood. And they weren't the dirty servants and miners her original Burt family had been. These were cultured aristocrats with the same values that she now shared. Being a part of this family was delightful, even if Hattie could be abominable at times. But then what little sisters weren't? The current topic of conversation was frustrating. Ann wanted to talk about Yorkshire or her trip to Brighton. Instead, Richard and her father were discussing Richard's many business enterprises. The Earl was obviously greatly impressed with his drive to expand his empire. Her father was a rich man - there was no doubt about that - but his business dealings tended to be local: farm holdings, investments in coal mines and such. Lord Hurley was substantially wealthier and focused on the development of his businesses. It was probably fascinating for them but this discussion was driving her mad. "Richard darling," she said. "Don't you think we've talked about business dealings enough? I'd much rather we talked about lighter matters. There are some plays I've seen here in London that I wanted to tell my mother and Hattie about." Both the Earl and Richard instantly stopped talking but the silence was an unpleasant one and Ann sensed she'd overstepped some mark she hadn't known existed. Richard turned to face her and the look in his eyes was stern and removed. "Ann dear, if you don't mind, the men are talking. I'll thank you not to interrupt." She was so startled Ann didn't speak for a moment, then she said, "But I was hoping we could--" "Ann," said Richard firmly. "I'll thank you to keep quiet while we are discussing business. Is that clear?" She sat silent, staring at him as he turned back to the Earl and resumed his conversation. Both the Countess and Hattie were eyes-down at their plates. Ann couldn't believe it. She started to open her mouth to speak again but thought better of it and said nothing. But she went on stewing. She didn't see why she should be forbidden from talking just because she wasn't a man... 6 As he struggled back from the fields with a huge sack of grain in his arms, Burt dwelled on the reasons for his sudden demotion. He couldn't believe he'd had his duties taken away from him. As far as he now knew, he had always been a hardworking man and to have his responsibility removed was deeply demoralising. He kicked himself for not working hard enough, not following his orders to the letter and quickly enough. He was too big a dunce; that was the problem. Everyone knew how thick he was and none as well as he did himself. He should have been better rather than being so thick all the time. He hated being stupid. He couldn't be trusted to do anything! But it wasn't fair. He'd done the job for years. He didn't understand why he'd got so much worse at it lately. It was like he was even stupider than he'd always been. The memory of the exchange was still in his brain somewhere, but it had been tucked so firmly away that he didn't recall it directly at all anymore. If he had then he might have realised that he only had himself to blame. The pendant had swapped their physical forms and started them on the path toward the mental changes. It was the repeated declarations Burt had made that had guided the transformation further. He had told himself over and over again that he was a dim-witted clodhopper and each time he'd done it he had pushed the change past the point Burt's original IQ had sat. He hadn't become a duplicate of the original Burt. Far worse; he had become the Burt he had thrust himself into: an idiot good-for-nothing bumpkin who was as thick as two short planks. And now he didn't even know it anymore. He didn't have the wits to realise how much he had lost, let alone to take steps to regain his old life. He was well and truly trapped in a hole he had dug for himself. Jeb was outside the stable chatting to Harry when Burt came into view. Harry finished what he was saying and nodded to Jeb, then he set off down the drive. "Eh up Burt," said Jeb. "Ahright," he replied. "Shove that grain back in t'store then get back out ere. I've got some more work for you." "Eh?" "Arry's ad to go off and check on his wife. She's got a fever. He's left me in charge." "You? In charge?" "Aye. And there's a long list of jobs need doing before he gets back so you'd better hop to it." "But..." Burt was crestfallen. "We're mates." "Yes. Well. I got me this job now Burt, so things might be a bit different. Go and drop off that grain in the barn." Burt looked toward the barn then back at Jeb. "Go on then! Hurry up! There's lots to do and you can't drag your feet. Arry's been telling me how slow you can be but so long as I'm in charge I'll not ave that. It's a bad reflection on me if he's left me in control and I can't keep a tight ship - especially on me first day." Burt just stood there, his mouth hanging open. "Now!" cried Jeb, pointing toward the barn. Burt hurried off with the grain sack, feeling cowed. How did it come to this that his best mate was lording it over him? It wasn't right. A tiny part of him whispered that it went against nature that he be in such a position, but he knew that wasn't correct. Harry had left Jeb in charge and he had to follow his orders. As long as Harry wasn't around, Jeb was his master now. He deserved every bit of respect and obedience that the old man did. Burt dumped the grain down with the others in storage and hurried back outside. Jeb was waiting with his thumbs hooked into his belt. "Right, good. That's better. Now get yourself a spade. There's an irrigation ditch needs digging over yonder. I'll walk up there and tell you where." Burt nodded and rushed into the stables to get his spade. "Hurry up," called Jeb. "Sorry sir." Burt quickly came out with the spade. "Right, come with me," said Jeb. "Arry'll be back later. I want enough of this ditch dug so's he'll be satisfied." "Aye ahright." "I feel bad ordering you about Burt," said Jeb as they walked, "but it's got to be done. You're beneath me now. That's all there is to it. It's nothing personal." "Yes sir," said Burt, but he felt awful. He couldn't believe what a difference one day had made and how low he'd sunk. But what other choice did he have? This was his lot in life and it always had been. 7 Tears ran down her cheeks as Ann waved her family off at the station. The Earl wasn't one for long goodbyes and had already gone inside to find his seat on the train while the Countess and Hattie made their farewells as Richard looked on. Ann was mortified that they were going and missed them terribly already. She was so happy; so glad that she'd chosen to keep this life. She occasionally felt the tiniest pang of guilt of stealing it from the original Ann but only briefly. The idiot stable hand had given it up gladly and she'd be damned if she was going to hand it back. "You've done so well for yourself Ann dear," said her mother. "Your father and I are very proud of you." "Thank you mother. Oh thank you so much." They embraced tightly, squeezing more tears from Ann's red eyes. When they broke the embrace, Ann turned to Hattie. "I'm even going to miss you." She smiled mischievously. "When you're gone." "Har har har," replied Hattie. They hugged. "Just don't be quite so big- headed when I see you next. Or I'll have to go and find my own millionaire." Ann giggled. "My impression is that millionaires want to find a woman to marry, not a silly little girl." "Har har," said Hattie. "You won't be making so many jokes when my millionaire owns more than your millionaire." "Well yours will never be as handsome," said Ann, squeezing Richard's arm. They waved goodbye and Richard and Ann watched the train pull slowly out engulfed in steam. "Oh Richard," said Ann. "I do miss Yorkshire." "It's a beautiful county," agreed Lord Hurley. "Perhaps we should go back..." "Hmmm." They started to walk off the platform and back through the station to their carriage. "Why don't we go off for the afternoon somewhere," said Ann gaily. "I'd love to spend some time together, just the two of us." Richard immediately became tense. "Ann dearest, it's important I set the record straight." He stopped and turned to her. "When we're courting is one thing, but you need to understand that my work is far more important than gadding about the capital being frivolous. My businesses don't run themselves. I want to make it perfectly clear that once we're married I will be working most of the time. Now that the engagement is set I don't see any reason to fritter away the day on frivolities when there are important matters to attend to. I love you dearly but you must understand that business will always come first. " "Oh. I see," said Ann. She remained where she was as Richard walked on for a moment then followed slowly after him. That hadn't been what she imagined from her fairy tale marriage at all. And it left her feeling less excited about the wedding than she had been. 8 Burt was not happy by the end of his long working day. He'd slaved in the fields digging the drainage ditch in the hot sun without a break. On a normal day he would have popped back and forth to care for the horses. Now he wasn't good enough for that anymore he just had to go on with his labour. And it was relentless. Just digging and digging and digging and digging with no end. And to make matters worse, Jeb appeared periodically to tell him to work harder and do it better. He couldn't even be trusted to dig a hole! And he couldn't bear his best friend ordering him about. It was awful but he'd found himself becoming just as obsequious to Jeb as he was to Harry or one of the quality. Though he knew that was only right. He was lowest of the low. He had to follow the orders of his betters without question. He didn't have no choice. Jeb had been put in charge of him and that was that. He had to do his duty. When he got down to the pub he brightened a little. As soon as he got inside the other men were calling his name and cheering. "Ere he is! The man of the hour!" "Burt!" "Get in ere and show off your muscles!" "It's the boxing champion of Griply valley!" "Come and tell us what it's like to be the strongest man around!" Burt grinned and bought himself a drink, briefly conscious of the impact the dip in his wages was going to have on his beer drinking and relieved he had got his winnings from the match. He started telling tales of the night before and laughing, enjoying being one of the lads and looked up to. He was such a dunce that normally everyone looked down on him. At least with his boxing he could be the best for a change. He caught Mavis looking at him from across the way with a hangdog expression but he ignored her. "Ey Burt," said Artie. "We ear Jeb's taken your place oop at'all, the bad-un." "Aye," replied Burt morosely. "He's done nothing but lord it over me since the second he got there." "And you and 'im best mates." "Not no more," said Burt, addressing the whole pub. "He's burned 'is bridges has Jeb. He ain't a friend of mine no more." "I ain't surprised," said Artie. "He can go and shove it," said Burt. "If ee wus ere now I'd give im a piece of my mind and no mistake." "Ere, look out," said Artie. "Ee's ere." Burt looked round to see Jeb enter the Dog & Pony alongside Harry. Jeb paused to look round then made his way toward the bar. "Ey up Burt," said Jeb. "Ey up, Jeb... Harry," said Burt, doffing his cap. "You didn't do a bad days work today. But you could've worked a bit faster." "Yes sir," replied Burt. "You're right. I'm sorry sir." Jeb ordered a drink for him and Harry while Artie and the other men in the pub chuckled at Burt's toadying. His face coloured from embarrassment. The barman poured the drinks then Jeb and Harry went for an empty table with Burt in tow. When Burt went to sit down, Harry gave him a sharp look. "Find your own table Burt. I've got business to discuss with Jeb. We don't want you butting in with daft suggestions." Burt's face fell. The sniggers from around the pub were getting more brazen. He bought himself another drink grumpily then stomped off into a corner. Mavis appeared a moment later and put her hand on his shoulder. "Don't mind them Burt," she said kindly. "They're just being full of themselves." He smiled a little, feeling better. "It ain't your fault you're thick." He frowned and grumbled to himself, wishing he wasn't so far down the pecking order. But what could he expect? It was the life he'd been born to. There was no point wishing to be someone better. That was plain impossible. 9 Ann went to bed early and lay there for some time, thinking about the things Richard had said to her during the day. And she thought about her family and missing them and missing being around familiar things... desiring the quiet beauty of Griply valley. Then she remembered the dream she'd had that morning and settled into her pillow, picturing it again wistfully. She knew it was wrong but it made her feel good and she was angry enough with Richard to feel justified in doing it. She pushed him out of her mind irritably and let herself sink back into the memory. She was lying on the bed... She was lying on the bed in the little tatty room and the door opened. Her grandmother's stable hand came in and approached, undoing his shirt and letting it fall to the floor; undoing his trousers. In her bed, Ann parted her legs a little, running her hands down onto her inner thighs. The stable hand kneeled beside her and she saw her hands go up to caress his muscular chest. She saw his chest come closer as she kissed it, his face come to meet hers as their lips touched. She sighed with delight, letting the fantasy overcome her fully, smiling as the dream man kissed her neck and worked his way down to her naked breasts. He kissed them, suckling her as she moaned in pleasure, then he lifted himself until he was above and looked her right in the eye. "You're so gorgeous," murmured the dream man. "So loose and slutty. Just what I like." In the fantasy she kissed him again and he returned the kisses deeply, his tongue probing inside her. "You're exactly the kind of girl I like Mavis," he said. And Ann's eyes flicked open. She sat up, touching her lips where she could almost feel the dream kisses. "Mavis?" Surely not. That was idiotic. But it was true. She hadn't just imagined she was making love with her grandmamma's stable hand. She had imagined that she was Burt's slutty girlfriend while she did it! Read the extra extended version of Lady Ann's Holiday available on Amazon For more of my stories, check out: http://transformation- stories.blogspot.co.uk/ For updates on releases, follow me on Twitter @emmafinnuk And read my transformation novels on Amazon or Kobo by searching for Emma Finn