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Chapter Thirty Five What it Might be Like 1 Burt came slowly awake to the most profound and intense pleasure imaginable. He didn't open his eyes for a minute, just enjoying the total sense of relaxation and physical bliss. The covers were off him but the sun coming in through the hayloft entrance kept him warm. Mavis was on her hands and knees down by his legs, working his cock in her mouth with joyful intensity, stroking at his legs and stomach and coaxing his balls toward greater peaks of ecstasy. The pleasure rippled through him like nothing else on earth, making him squirm with his arms and legs; making his head toss from side to side from the intensity of it. It was glorious and it was concentrated so intensely in his penis. It was incredibly powerful and he couldn't conceive of wanting to give this up. Mavis went on working him, increasing the tempo, sucking and licking while she continued to probe with her clever fingers. Burt rocked and gasped, wanting it to go on forever but to continue increasing in potency. Already he was losing any sense of where he was. Only his cock mattered and the feelings it was giving him. Her soft hands ran up the sides of his torso, scratching him and teasing him toward his climax, luring him up the slope of delirium toward the cliff that awaited there. And then he was over that cliff and plummeting down, absolutely overwhelmed by the pleasure that was rushing through his veins. It might have been the best orgasm he'd ever had and he wanted more. He wanted it to go on and on and on. Mavis crawled up his body as he lay panting, unable to move any part of him. She grinned saucily and proudly. "That's just something to tell ye how glad I am you ain't off in t'prison." "By eck as like, I must say," sighed Burt. "That was reet chuffin champion that was my lass. I feel right ruddy good now. What if you did that to me every mornin?" She giggled and snorted. "Well maybe I will!" She lay against him and Burt put his arm round her, really enjoying the closeness and the continuing aftershocks of his pleasure. And he thought... He wondered if maybe being a man wasn't still the best thing that he could be. He wondered if maybe this life was meant for him after all. He considered again what it might be like to remain Burt forever, not foisted upon him or as part of any insidious mystical working on his personality, but just as a man's choice. Maybe it really was better to be who he was. He lay, thinking about that for a while, continuing to enjoy Mavis's sensuous body next to his, the playful fingering she gave his balls, extending the pulsing sense of peace and ecstasy. He made a decision. He wasn't going to ask Lady Ann to swap back - not right away. He was going to just see what it would be like to go on being Burt by choice with her there; really live the life he'd taken on as though he wanted it - just for one day. Just to see if maybe he should cling onto this happiness and contentment for all he was worth. 2 Ann had thoroughly enjoyed the evening before and the pleasure of being surrounded by family continued over breakfast. It was so entertaining being among so many people who shared the same values and interests as she did. She'd spent several hours discussing Shakespeare with her Aunt Geraldine and Uncle Patrick after their precocious (and rather irritating) children had been sent to bed. She only had vague memories of her former childhood as Burt now but she knew that she valued her present family far more. And it was super to be waited on hand and foot by the servants who had, once upon a time, been her own superiors. Enjoying the internal life of Griply Hall really was extraordinary but also very familiar and comfortable. Even though she knew this was only her second night inside the house, she retained two and a half decades of memories of a life here. She left the hall after breakfast, letting Richard know that she wanted some time by herself to relax, and wandered down toward the stable. She still hadn't decided what to do about Burt and the pendant but she was in half a mind to let fate decide. Whatever was meant to be would be. Yes. She would let chance be the decider. If Burt asked her to change back then she would do it. She would go and get the pendant and swap back right away. If he didn't then she would remain who she was, at least for now. It was frightening, not least because she knew that Burt surely would ask. He had waited almost a month for this. He must have been desperate to return to his former wealth and ways. But she needed that fear. She didn't think she could make the decision herself without it being forced on her to some extent. And she had decided beyond doubt that it was what she wanted. All she needed was a nudge in that direction and she would go through with it. Old Harry was sitting on the old cart outside the stable when she arrived, thumbing through his little notebook. When he saw her he slipped off hurriedly. "Good morning m'lady. Can we help ye?" "Yes. I'd like to take my horse out." "Of course miss." Harry called into the stable. "Jeb! Bring our er ladyship's 'orse saddled up! She's going riding!" Jeb poked his head round the door. "Right away. It'll only be a moment m'lady." He disappeared. "Jeb?" asked Ann. "Why is he doing it? What about Burt?" "Well..." Harry became uncomfortable. "I decided that Burt wasn't good enough at the job m'lady. I put Jeb in as groom and demoted Burt to general dogsbody." Ann stared at him, surprised. She wasn't sure why but that made her angry. It could have been seeing Jeb in her former position. It could have been the thought of losing her job if she did go back to her former body. It could have been disappointment at missing out on seeing Burt scurry round as her lackey. Whatever it was, she saw red. "On whose authority was this decision made?" she snapped. "Er... I made the decision m'lady," stammered Harry. "Without consulting me?" "... Yes miss. I, er..." "It is I who decides who is or isn't capable of caring for my horse," said Ann. "Not you! Is that clear?" "Yes miss. Sorry miss." Harry hung his head. "Get that ugly great lump out of there and see him off then," she snapped. "I'll not have him touching Rosebud. Then get Burt back in there. He is the groom here until I say different, is that clear?" "Yes m'lady. Sorry m'lady." Harry hurried inside and came out a few moments later with a sullen- looking Jeb, still holding Rosebud's saddle. "Would you like me to finish putting this on before I go?" asked Jeb. "Are you imbeciles deaf?" exclaimed Ann. "You!" She pointed at Jeb. "Put that saddle back and get off this property or I'll have you sacked!" He ran back inside as fast as he could, red-faced and fearful. "You!" Ann pointed at Harry. "Run and call for Burt from wherever you've thought to send him and get him back here! I'm waiting!" "Yes m'lady." Harry hurried up the drive toward the fields. "Run!" cried Ann. Harry went even faster, his bow-legs flapping back and forth. Thinking to her former days of hardship, Ann smiled coldly. Jeb reappeared and scuttled off fearfully without looking back. Ann's cold smile broadened. She heard Harry calling Burt frantically and then the pair of them hurried back while Ann stood with her arms folded. For one brief moment, she and Burt made eye contact but he went past her quickly and inside out of sight. "You've let this place fall into a deplorable state," snapped Ann. "It's a wonder I don't have you flogged. Perhaps then you'd get it through your thick skull what is expected of you." "I'm sorry m'lady," stammered Harry. "I'll do better, I assure you." "See that you do. One word from me and my father will have you digging ditches down the fields. You aren't too old for that quite yet." "Yes miss. Of course miss." "Well you can get out my sight now," said Ann, "before I say something you might regret." Harry bobbed his head and disappeared inside the stable. Ann waited, almost giggling at the pleasure of putting the old taskmaster in his place. There had never been a surer display of poetic justice. Presently Burt appeared leading her filly from its stall. There was literally nothing left of the old imperious nature and feminine dignity in his posture or expression. It was remarkable. Even she, with her knowledge of the truth, could see absolutely no sign to his true... his former identity. And she supposed it was the same with her. For a while she had feared that people who knew the "real" Ann intimately would spot her as an imposter but with their trip to London and seeing them again here, her new family had suspected nothing. She really was Ann in every way, even, she noted, to the domineering way she treated the servants. But well, there was no point worrying about that. The lowborn heathens generally deserved it! "Ere you are m'lady," said Burt, dipping his head and doffing his cap. "She's been right well cared for if I do say so meself. I've been excercisin er for when you came back. I'm right grateful ye've reinstated me as groom. I've missed lookin after the 'orses. That's the best part of me job." Ann found herself lost for words. Without Harry there, she'd wondered if he might gushingly demand they swap back immediately but the simpleton was still playing his part diligently. It was almost comical. There was a pause. Ann looked at the burly man probingly and he wilted under her gaze, unsettled and intimidated. Will he ask me? she thought. All he has to do is open his mouth and demand to swap back and I will do it. I swear I will. But Burt said nothing. He squirmed under her attention until finally, unable to stand the tension he said, "Can I 'elp ye up onto the 'orse m'lady?" She looked at him a moment longer. Was he really not going to ask it? Could she ask him if he didn't? The moment lengthened. "Yes," she said. "Do so." Burt bobbed his head obsequiously and assisted her up, gazing at her as though she had climbed onto a throne. There was another moment where their eyes met, when either one of them could have broached the subject. No one was present to overhear. It was safe. But neither did. Ann clipped the rein and the horse trotted away, leaving Burt staring after her. It was so odd. He should have been desperate to change back, but if anything, when he looked at her, he did so with... adoration. Ann remembered the obsession she had used to hold herself for the original Lady Ann. Was it possible that this Burt now felt the same way? She giggled, wondering what it would be like to toy with him, making him think she might actually entertain that. She imagined his embarrassment and confusion and laughed out loud. Yes. If the filthy monkey was in no hurry to swap back then perhaps she would enjoy that turnaround for a while. There was, after all, no hurry. They could swap bodies any time they wished - years from now if she so chose. 3 Burt stood watching after Lady Ann for a long while after she left, running back through his mind how it had felt to serve her as servant to lady. He had spent so long worrying about the humiliation of it that the actual event had not felt... so bad. He was used to showing deference to the quality and it had just been pleasant to be around such a beautiful woman - a woman he had long fantasised about. He wondered if it was a huge mistake not requesting they swap back but that could happen anytime. He was... enjoying the idea of pretending they would always be like this. If he could request they change whenever he wanted then it was only right that he enjoy the turnabout while he had the chance. And there had always been a part of him that enjoyed the degradation, right from the very start. Why else would he have chosen to make the swap in the first place? Harry emerged from the stable house looking cross. "Has she gone Burt?" "Aye." "Well good riddance. Life was better when she was away in the capital." "If you say so," replied Burt. "I'm enjoyin er being back meself." "Ye would, ye lovesick fool. She just gave you your job back." Harry walked off grumbling to himself but Burt smiled smugly. It was so great he was a groom again. He was really looking forward to caring for her ladyship's horse, making sure he got her ready right quick when she needed it. He was determined to work a lot harder to do a good job this time; make sure he got to keep his position. He chuckled to think of Jeb getting sent back to work the farm. He looked forward to giving him a good ribbing down't Dog & Pony later. "You!" Burt looked round. Lord Hurley was approaching down the drive. "Is that wizened old fool you call a master present?" "No m'lord," replied Burt, instantly intimidated by the rich gentleman. "Well then, you'll have to do I suppose." "Me sir?" "Yes. I'm going fishing," said Lord Hurley. "I gather the river's a good half mile from here. I need someone to carry the equipment." He turned and started to walk away then stopped and glanced back irritably. "Well come along then? I don't have all day to waste!" "Yes sir," said Burt and quickly followed after, anxious to avoid a reprimand and eager to do whatever he could to ingratiate himself with his betters. 4 Ann was disappointed to find the stable deserted when she returned from her ride. She called out for Burt to come and help her down from the horse but no one answered and she had to struggle down by herself instead. She made a mental note to chastise Harry further when she got the chance. Any excuse to pay the miserable old blighter back. She smiled to herself as she walked back up to Griply Hall and went inside, looking round until she found her new mother. The Countess was talking to the housekeeper in the library while Reggie, Ann's cousin, played nearby. Reggie was six years old and rather chubby with very smart clothes and a slightly over the top pageboy hairstyle. With his lisp and precocious voice he wasn't Ann's ideal choice to spend time with and she'd managed to avoid him entirely so far. "I want the new maid and valet in place no later than the day after tomorrow," said the Countess. "I won't hear any more excuses. Is that clear?" "Yes m'lady," replied the housekeeper. "Good. That will be all." The housekeeper bowed out and the Countess turned to see Ann before being distracted with the little boy. "Reggie, really. Must you cause such mess? Come along, do clear up, there's a good boy." "Shorry auntie," he replied. "Run along now and leave the grownups in peace." Reggie got up and ran out of the room. The Countess looked to the heavens and smiled at her daughter. "Ann darling. It's lovely to see you looking so well after your... ordeal. You seem your old self again." "I do feel better." The Countess touched Ann's arm gently. "Have you been able to put that ghastly experience behind you? Your father and I were worried it might leave scars of a sort." Ann thought about the desperate yearning the abduction had prompted in her to become a man again. "It was... a very difficult experience. I'm not sure I have managed to leave it behind me yet completely." "Oh Ann." The Countess took her hands and looked deeply into her eyes. "I love you so, so dearly. You know that, don't you?" "... Yes. I do." She smiled. "The women of our family line have always been strong," said the Countess. "You are no different. That strength is greater in you than in any other woman I have encountered; and I know that you will not be defeated by such an event. You are indomitable my darling. Nothing will ever weaken you or cause you to doubt yourself. You will always be the strong and wilful woman I see before me now. I couldn't be prouder of you." Tears came to Ann's eyes. "Oh Mother. I love you so much. Thank you. I think... I think I was questioning myself; questioning everything about me. Do you really...?" "I really think you are a wonderful young woman; a fitting heir to the Neville line. You are destined for wonderful things; I know that. You are going to be famous for your beauty and intelligence; your charm and elegance. You will go down in history as one of the great women of this new century." She touched Ann's face. "I love you my dear. But more than that, I respect you for your strength and your wisdom." Tears were running down Ann's cheeks. She pressed herself to her mother's chest, embracing her. "I love you Mummy. I love you so much. Thank you. Oh thank you for saying that. You don't know how much it means to me." 5 Lord Hurley settled down to fish at one of the wider parts of the river, just inside Mossgrove Forest, close to the shadow of the old stone footbridge Burt used when he walked into the village the longer way. Burt had laboured all the way there, weighed down with all the equipment while Lord Hurley wandered along, hands behind his back, whistling happily. Burt busied around, helping Lord Hurley get comfortably into position and set up. When everything was ready he hung back in case he was called upon but out of the gentleman's sight line. The gentleman wouldn't want to be distracted by someone of Burt's ilk. Nothing was said for half an hour or so, then surprisingly, Lord Hurley turned to Burt and said, "You, man, you've worked at the hall for what...?" "Since... Since I was a boy sir.`" Richard gazed at him speculatively and then said, "Come here." Burt hurried forward. "Sit down." "Sir?" Richard pointed. "On the floor there." Feeling highly uncomfortable at having to sit so close to one of the quality, Burt sat on the damp grass on the edge of the river and looked down into the water. He had his doubts about what the lord would catch but there were occasionally larger fish to be seen. Right now he couldn't see anything. He glanced at Lord Hurley but the gentleman showed no sign of speaking. Burt wasn't sure why he'd been called forward and wanted nothing more than to slink back out of view. It wasn't proper for him to be sitting so close to a refined gentleman. He was worried he'd be asked about something he had no conception of. With his muddled mind he remembered and understood almost nothing of upper class ways. "You must have known Lady Ann for a long time," said Lord Hurley. "... Yes sir." "Seen her grow from girl to woman." Burt nodded but Lord Hurley didn't see. He was looking off into the trees. "What's your name lad?" "Burt sir. Burt 'Arper" "I saw you with that strumpet of yours this morning Harper. A bawdy girl I'm sure." Burt wasn't sure how to respond. "Yes sir." "Well let me give you some advice Harper; on the way to woo a woman." Burt swallowed, surprised by the content of this conversation but also slightly thrilled to be spoken to as one man to another by such a refined gentleman. He had loved manly camaraderie ever since he became a servant but this was really special. "Women like gifts," said Richard confidently. "You flash your money under their noses long enough and that's all they see." He chuckled. "It works every time." Burt looked at him and then back down at the water, thinking it best to say nothing. "The women I've had over the years, simply by spending a few pennies on presents, you wouldn't believe." He chuckled again. "But you understand that, eh Harper? You're a man of the world like I am." Burt felt warm and rosy at being thought of that way but he couldn't help feeling troubled by the other things the gentleman was saying. "It's just a shame a man has to settle down sometime, eh? Am I right?" Lord Hurley laughed aloud. "Although your mistress is certainly the pick of the litter: a very beautiful lady - the perfect choice, especially with her family connections. It doesn't hurt to mix business with pleasure as long as the money keeps rolling in, eh Harper?" "Uh yes sir. I suppose so sir." Burt struggled to understand the undercurrent behind all this but it was hard to follow as it fell so far outside his stunted experience - as it was now. "But you and I know that marriage doesn't need to be the end of it, eh? A wife serves excellently well as an ornament to be put on show during occasional business dealings and to supply an air of dignity; but nothing really needs to change in terms of a man's needs. I'm sure a chap like you would understand that." Burt nodded eagerly, still not quite following. "As a matter of fact," said Richard, pointing. "You see that bridge there. That bridge was the downfall of one of my plans and possibly the reason why my engagement with your mistress was postponed." He chuckled. "I came up to Yorkshire about a month ago to see Lady Ann and I brought a gift with me that I'd procured from my home town - from a gypsy woman of all things, with the strangest eyes I'd ever seen." Burt frowned, sure that reminded him of something. "It was a stone pendant - a beautifully crafted item - destined to be given to your mistress. But fate had other ideas. I had it with me as I passed over that bridge and it slipped from my fingers into the water." He laughed and Burt's eyes grew wide with realisation. "A pendant sir?" "Yes. And with it I might just have been able to woo Lady Ann that little bit earlier. As it was she turned me away." Burt couldn't believe it. Surely such a connection was impossible; but the coincidence was too great. "Was it... a special pendant?" asked Burt, instantly unsure whether he'd broken some code of conduct by questioning his superior, but Lord Hurley didn't seem to mind. "No. Nothing strange about it. Just a trinket - not even expensive - but intricately carved." "Did you..." Burt swallowed again. "Did anything happen to you, when you first touched it?" Lord Hurley frowned at him. "What the devil are you talking about?" "Nothing sir. Sorry sir." Burt lowered his head, aware that he had overstepped his bounds. It was alright for the lord to address him but not for him to address the lord. Lord Hurley testily went back to his fishing and Burt looked off, trying to wrap his thoughts around it. If Lord Hurley's pendant had really been one he found by the river's edge then why hadn't it broadcast its powers to him as it had to Burt? Perhaps because Burt, As Ann, had been more sensitive to it somehow? Or perhaps that it worked differently for different people...? He had no idea. But still; the idea that the pendant had come from Lord Hurley's home town - that it had been intended for the original Ann and had still somehow reached her, despite the accident on the bridge... It beggared belief. 6 Ann was relaxing in the garden when she saw Richard and Burt returning across the fields. She waited until they got close and then walked down toward the stable to catch them, but when she got there she found that Richard must have spied her too and cut up the other way to the back gardens to meet her there. Burt was approaching alone. She wondered about whether to go straight back up to the house but recalled her intention to toy with Burt and hung on instead. Burt looked uncomfortable as soon as he saw her and slowed his approach. "Afternoon m'lady." With his arms full he couldn't doff his cap but he nodded his head deferentially. Ann smiled to herself. "That fishing equipment looks awfully heavy Burt." "Aye miss. That it is." "You must be very strong to be able to carry it so easily." Burt flushed bright red, pleasure spreading instantly around his nether regions as he gaped back at her. "You're very hard working," said Ann. "I bet you do almost all the work around here." "Er, yes miss," stammered Burt, feeling confused but also happy and excited. Seeing his discomfort and elation, Ann almost burst out laughing in his face but managed to hold back from doing so. Instead she decided to push the cruel flirtation still further. "I'm not surprised: a strong man like you. You're so terribly masculine and muscular." Burt practically came in his trousers as his face turned darker and darker shades of red. It was almost exactly like his fantasies. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and kiss her but he didn't dare and he was still loaded down with the fishing equipment. "You've been taking excellent care of my Rosebud while I've been away," said Ann. "Yes m'lady. O'course. I always do." She smiled and then turned the smile instantly into a grimace of fury. "Then why did you leave her out when I returned from my ride? Why isn't she put away now?" Burt jerked at the anger, paralysed with panic. "I'm sorry m'lady. I was elping Lord Hurley with--" "I don't want to hear excuses about why you're shirking your post." She pointed. "Get over there now and see to it that she is put away properly. That horse is worth ten times more to me than you are. I want her cared for suitably, is that clear?" "Yes miss. Sorry miss." Burt hurried to the stable entrance and quickly put down the fishing things, rushing to untie the horse where she had left it. Ann grinned, watching him scurry, relishing the power she had over the filthy buffoon "Well quickly then," she snapped, enjoying the pulse of speed he put into his actions. But as he got to the stable door again, this time leading the horse, Ann stopped him. "Oh Burt..." He paused and looked across at her. "See that you do a good job, for goodness sake." He bobbed his head. She made her voice warm, almost seductive. "If you do it well then I will be very, very grateful Burt. I want you to take care of that horse as though you were taking care of me." Burt gaped at her as she turned her back and walked away giggling to herself. He couldn't believe the way she'd spoken to him; but he'd loved it. After waiting for so long to see her again it was glorious to actually be speaking to her. He didn't mind being talked down to - he was used to that and it was only proper. And she'd also said such nice things to him. He led Rosebud inside, his chest buzzing with contentment, running back what she'd said to him in his mind. He'd been right to try one day out as Burt with Lady Ann as his mistress and it hadn't disappointed him so far. He loved this dynamic in their relationship. He longed for the following day when he might see her again. He hoped she would treat him in exactly the same way. 7 Ann walked back into the hall, still laughing to herself. She couldn't get over how enjoyable it was to treat Burt in exactly the same way as she had been treated in his place; and the toadying sycophant had seemed to actually enjoy it! She laughed even louder. She didn't bother to seek out Richard. There was plenty of time for that later. Instead she went up to her room and took out the box with the pendant inside. She just wanted to look at it for a moment, that was all. Taking the key from round her neck she unlocked it and placed the pendant in her palm. Touching it had no effect now. She examined it in detail, tracing the curving sigils with her fingertip, astounded by the power of such an innocuous object to effect such change. She wondered what to do with the thing. If she chose to swap back then she supposed the restored Lady Ann would take ownership, but if she remained who she was then it would be up to her. Should she dispose of it or keep it hidden away? Might she ever want to use it again? What might happen if someone else got their hands on it? What might occur if someone with darker designs or mischief in mind had it in their power? She held it up, thinking about that, then started in surprise when her door pushed open. "Ann?" Her new father, the Earl, stood in the doorway. Unsure what else to do with it and worried the Earl would make enquiries, Ann dropped the pendant on its chain about her neck. "Do you have a minute?" "Of course father," she said. "Come in." The Earl entered. "I haven't had much chance to talk to you since your return. I'm sure your mother has said how glad we are to see you well and so happy." "Thank you father. I am very well and very happy." "And glad I hope that I decided to follow your advice and let that idiot stable hand go free?" She smiled. "Yes. Thank you. I am glad. He cares for my horse very well and good help is hard to find." "Quite right," replied the Earl, running his hand back across his bald head. "Your mother's seen fit to order new servants for the hall. There will be havoc while they stumble about learning the proper way that things should be done." Ann laughed. "I'm sure you'll get through it. But thank you for what you did for the stable hand." "Damned expensive business," huffed the Earl. "I had to pay to set up the trial so quickly and then pay again to persuade the magistrate to let him off. I'd have done better to give him a hundred lashes and forget the gaol term altogether." He gave a brief throaty chuckle. "If that wasn't bad enough I've been summoned to York. Some upstart MP wishing to remind me of the proper way of dealing with criminals! Me!" He shook his head. "I'll tell him exactly what I think of that." "When do you leave?" "Tomorrow. But I'll only be gone overnight. It's nothing." He laughed it off. "Let me look at you." He drew her up from the bed by the hand and clasped each of her shoulders. "I'm so very proud of you Ann. This Richard of yours has impeccable character and is richer than the good Lord himself." He guffawed. "You're going to be very happy." He pulled her in for a hug and Ann's eyes gaped in horror, realising what was about to happen - the pendant stuck between them, resting on her chest. She squirmed, twisting her body and managed to duck out from under his arms just before contact was made. "What the devil's the matter Ann? I was only going to hug you." "Nothing father, sorry," she said hurriedly. "I've just... been coming down with a cold and I didn't want you to risk catching it, especially with your trip tomorrow." "Hmmm. Well. Yes. That's probably wise." He thought for a moment. "Very well, I'll take my leave and see you at dinner." "Thank you father. I'm so glad you approve of the choices I've made." The Earl smiled and left the room and Ann slumped onto the bed, her heart pounding. That had been entirely too close! To just imagine the horror of trading places with the Earl! She couldn't think of anything worse! Breathing unevenly, she quickly removed the pendant and put it back in its case and locked it away. She had no intention of letting that sort of thing ever happen again! 8 Burt worked extra hard for the rest of the afternoon, trying to make up for the time lost down on the bank of the river. He felt guilty that he'd neglected his duties and was determined to do right by his promise to the Earl. When he was done he wandered down the lane into Griply and popped into the Dog & Pony. Jeb was in there, railing against losing his post as groom up at the hall. Burt had himself a chuckle over that, ordering a pint. Mavis was tending bar and gave him a dirty snog once she'd poured his drink. Burt grinned at her and settled onto one of the tables with some of his mates. The beer was delicious and he sank back into his seat, enjoying the rosy glow that spread into his tired limbs. It had been a right good day, from the attention Mavis had given him in bed, to getting his job back as a groom, to enjoying Lady Ann being home, to being called a man of the world by Lord Hurley, to just doing another honest day's work and getting a well-deserved bevvy in at his favourite watering hole. His life certainly was elegantly simple now. He knew exactly where he stood and that was the way he liked it. He could even consider... Hmmm. He took a long swig of his beer, letting it make its way down into his belly as he chewed it over. Yes. He could even consider trying another day, remaining as himself, just enjoying having Lady Ann around - just trying on for size the idea of staying that way forever. Course he was worried about what would happen if she left to live with Lord Hurley... but maybe she could take him with her to look after her horse. Burt took another draught of beer and closed his eyes, smiling to himself, imagining what it would be like to go on serving Lady Ann for the rest of his days. Please leave a review! 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