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Guising
by miss circe
AUTHOR'S NOTE: When I was little, growing up in Scotland, we called
Trick or Treating "Guising." I'm not sure it fits for the story, but
I've always liked the triple pun, so there!
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Lizzie crouched in the narrow doorway, hiding from the heavy rain. She
rubbed her bare arms and stuck her head out from under the awning,
glancing this way and that up the cobbled alleyway. The gas lamps
spluttered and flickered in the wet night and the pools of light they
created only helped make the alley even less appealing.
There were no tricks in this weather. The other girls had gone back,
figuring that a slap and a row were better than to be soaked through.
Lizzie had less choice - she had a bigger debt to pay. She pulled the
lacy sleeve of the heavy sodden dress down over the worst of her scars.
"Sod this," she thought to herself, and made a break for it, picking up
her skirts and running as quick as she dared over the uneven cobbles
towards the theatre district. She reached the end of the alley and
stopped abruptly as she almost collided with a battered black carriage.
"Watch it!" she yelled at the driver, who didn't even turn in her
direction. "Someone could get killed."
A gloved hand drew back a thick velvet curtain inside the carriage and
produced a shilling with a flourish. Hesitantly, Lizzie reached out and
took it with a slight bob and curtsey.
"Thank you sir," she said.
"Why don't you come in from the rain?" The voice emanated from inside
the carriage as the door sprung open and a set of metal steps clicked
into place.
Lizzie didn't even think. The promise of shelter and money would be a
success on any night, never mind a night such as this. She hiked up her
skirts and climbed into the dark carriage, closing the door behind her.
There was a flash of steel in the dark.
* * * * *
"Good morning!"
Lady Vivien Bracknell swept into the room with a flourish, tugging back
the heavy velvet curtains and bathing the room in the pale autumn light
of morning. There was a heavy groan from the bed, and the frantic
shifting of bedclothes.
"Come now Giles, you should be up and about." The formidable woman
grabbed the top of the sheet and pulled forcefully downwards, revealing
her young, and very naked, son.
"Mother, do you mind?" he asked, scrabbling to cover himself - the
warmth and comfort of sleep forgotten.
"Darling, there is nothing about you that is a surprise to me. I have
seen it all," she replied, throwing a linen shirt towards him. "Now get
up and dressed. We're having guests at lunch, and I'd like you to look
your best."
Giles took the shirt and tugged it over his head as he swung his bare
legs out of the bed. He reached under the bed frame and took out a
porcelain pot.
"More men who served with father, here to pay their respects no doubt,"
he said, as he began urinating.
"Actually no. Miss Emma..."
"Oh God, this tiresome party!"
"Miss Emma," she continued, louder, "is coming to help us plan this
Hallowe'en party you wanted."
"You wanted."
"Darling, we have had a party for Hallowe'en since you were a child. I
see no sense stopping now. It will be nice to see people socially for a
change." His mother snatched the pot away from him when he had finished
and turned to leave. "Miss Emma is a nice young lady, and you should be
more agreeable to her. I'll give this to the Tanners."
Giles sat and watched his mother leave, and the door close behind her
voluminous skirts. He sighed, pulling on his trousers and tucking the
shirt into them.
* * * * *
Mr. Crouch worked by candlelight, the heavy smells of lime and urine in
the air. The body under his fingers was still warm from the water bath,
but shapeless - having been pulverised just hours before. He worked
methodically, kneading the skin in the putrid solution. It felt soft
and yielding under his fingers.
Satisfied, he gathered the hide in his hands and removed it from the
copper bath, moving over to a large table, and splaying the skin out
before rubbing it with cedar oil. Mr Crouch was an expert - the skin
had no tears and was not stretched. It felt soft and would tan well.
"Mr. Crouch," a voice called from the darkness. "How are we
proceeding?"
The old tanner looked up into the shadows, his hands automatically
continuing to massage the oil into the pale hairless skin.
"Just need to stretch her overnight and she's yours."
"Excellent," the voice replied, appraising the old man's work.
"Absolutely excellent." A small velvet bag of coin was dropped noisily
onto the table as the stranger walked off into the night.
* * * * *
"Well, it absolutely must be a masquerade!"
Giles gazed at the young poppet sitting across from him as she gushed
enthusiastically. Emma Woodhouse was definitely pretty - of that there
was no doubt. Her large eyes, small up-turned nose and pouting lips gave
her face both a girlishness and an aristocratic look that was very
appealing. Her complexion was almost white, and she wore very little
makeup - much to the envy of other girls within her social circle. Her
crowning feature, Giles thought, were the voluminous curls of strawberry
blond hair that framed her face, and bounced as she talked excitedly.
He smiled to himself for a moment as he realised she had dressed for
him. She was wearing a green and white dress that he had commented
favourably on previously, but was obviously too light for the autumn
season. He had liked it as it gave a singularly good view of her
generous bosom - Emma usually preferring less daring necklines.
"What do you think, Giles?" Lady Bracknell asked, her voice emphasized
to pull him out of his character study.
"Yes, of course," he agreed, not entirely sure what he was agreeing to.
"An animal theme it is," Emma pronounced, happily clapping her dainty
hands together.
"Oh, good," Giles agreed weakly.
There was an awkward silence, broken by the distant church bells tolling
the hour.
"If that's everything for now," Emma said standing up and straightening
her skirts, "I really should go. I have a pianoforte lesson."
"Darling, thank you so much. You are a dear. Isn't she, Giles?"
"Yes. Dear," he smiled weakly.
Lady Bracknell pulled the slip of a girl into a hug. "Don't mind him,
he got out on the wrong side of bed. He's very pleased to see you," she
whispered.
Giles offered the girl his arm and escorted her towards the door.
"Are you looking forward to the party?" Emma asked.
Giles thought for a moment. "Yes, actually. Yes I am. Thank you for
everything."
"You're very welcome," she replied, taken aback by his sudden
enthusiasm. "Is there any animal you would like me to come as?"
Giles smiled as they walked, lost in thought until he reached the door.
"Emma, I'm sure you will be delightful whatever animal you are.
However, you would be an especially lovely rabbit."
"A rabbit?" she asked in mock shock. "Why, maybe..."
"Maybe?"
"Maybe," she said in a whisper, "we could be rabbits together!"
"Maybe so." Giles kissed her hand and opened the door. "Give my best
to your brother," he added as the girl left with a smile on her face.
* * * * *
Mr. Slant worked by daylight, maximizing the dull autumn light through
his large shop windows. His fingers were nimble as he sewed, attaching
the stiff fabric to the rigid steel stays. It was a curious order, to
be sure, but he was used to the unusual, and this was not the first time
for this particular customer.
The corset was almost complete, and Mr. Slant was pleased with his work.
The steel curved and swept in an impressive hourglass figure from just
under the bust to well below the waist. But it was the thickness that
he was most pleased with - the steel struts were slimmer than usual, but
more numerous. However, the garment didn't end there. Unusually, it
sat much higher on the chest, with two circular holes where the breasts
would lie. At the base it included two thin steel suspenders, which led
to a band to encircle each thigh. Around the outside of this band, and
the circle surrounding the bust, eyelets had been added.
It had been an interesting project, and different from the usual
standard fare. He had also been paid very handsomely for his trouble.
* * * * *
Emma sat in her chambers, brushing her hair as she counted to one
hundred. The green and white dress of earlier had been cast off, and
lay in a neglected puddle on the floor, the hated corset on top of it,
her white stockings on top of that. She had felt so silly wearing the
dress, but so sure that Giles liked it. Liked looking at her bosom, she
corrected herself.
Sixty-three. Sixty-four. She was really not sure about Giles. He was
such a handsome boy, but so maddening. So changeable: Flirty and sweet
one minute, cold and distant the next. A rabbit though! That would be
fun. She would get some darling ears made, and a little pom-pom tail
for her bottom. She wriggled her nose excitedly.
"Twenty-three, Forty-five, Eleven." A voice called from her doorway.
Exasperated, Emma slammed the brush down on the dressing table.
"Robert, you really are a pig."
"It always surprises me, dear sister, that you can count that high."
Robert Woodhouse strode confidently into his sister's room, his eyes
flickering down to the pile of clothes on the floor. "And so tidy."
"Oh, be quiet," Emma replied, returning to the mirror and her brushing.
"Giles Bracknell was asking after you today. Do you owe him money?"
"Giles, no, not that I know of. Where did you see Giles?" he asked,
sitting down lightly on her perfumed bed.
"I was there, today. Helping with their Hallowe'en party. Will you
come, or do you have dark deeds to attend to?"
"Dark deeds I'm sure," he said absently, tilting his head. "Oh no, I'll
be there. What's the theme?"
"Animals!" Emma said delightedly, swivelling on her chair to face her
brother. "I'm going as a rabbit."
"Not a dog?" he asked with a smirk.
"You should go as a pig. Or a snake." Emma replied, sticking her tongue
out.
"Maybe so."
"Do come though, I know he'd love to see you. You were so close
before." Emma stood, fussing with her nightgown. "You never know, you
may be brothers in law before long."
"Maybe so," he repeated, standing and stepping back from the bed with a
grand gesture.
"We need to find you a girl so you can pester her when you can no longer
pester me. Although," she added, pulling back the covers and swinging
in to the warmed bed, "I don't know of anyone who would take you."
"Oh, I've got a girl. Didn't I say?"
"You do? Who is she?" Excitedly, Emma sat up in the bed. "You must tell
me everything immediately!"
"Her name's Elizabeth. We met at the Gray's party last month. If you
must know."
"What's she like? Is she pretty?"
"She's handsome. Slender. Dark. I suppose..."
"You suppose! Your romance skills are lacking. I'm sure she's a
poppet." Emma playfully swiped her brother. "Bring her to the party!
Giles won't mind I'm sure. I can meet her then."
"Well... I was going to suggest you could meet her and choose a party
outfit together. If you like?"
"Oh Robert, I'd love to. Wonderful." Emma clapped her hands together.
"What about tomorrow? No. Thursday! In the afternoon. Can she meet me
in the Ivy at eleven?"
"I'm sure she can," Robert said. "I'll let you know. Be nice to her
Em. I don't want her thinking badly of this family."
"I promise," she replied, lying back down and closing her eyes. "That's
wonderful Robert, it's taken so long."
"Yes," Robert said, pausing on his way out to pick up the discarded
stockings and stuff them down the front of his trousers. "Yes it has."
* * * * *
The Ivy was bustling when Emma arrived. She smiled breathlessly as she
entered, unfastening the top button of her coat as she walked towards
the ma?tre d'.
"Miss Emma," he began, bowing his head a little, "how lovely to see you
again."
"And you. I believe my brother's ladyfriend is meeting me here, when
she arrives can you show her to my table."
"Oh, she is already here," he replied, turning and gesturing at a small
table in the centre of the restaurant.
The girl at the table was definitely nervous. Her long black hair was
covering her face as she sat, hunched over her tea. Her clothes too
were very conservative - her dress, Emma could see, was a dark brown and
covered the girl from the throat to the ankle. Excellent, Emma thought.
A project.
"Hello," Emma said brightly. "You must be Elizabeth!"
The girl looked up, smiled and stood, smoothing down the front of her
dress awkwardly. "Hello," she said in a small voice, "Emma."
"It's lovely to meet you. Robert has told me almost nothing about you,"
Emma joked as she sat, flashing the girl another winning smile. "I love
your dress."
"Thank you. You too, you're so very pretty," the girl replied, causing
Emma to blush.
She was pretty, Emma decided, but so very pale - almost white. Her skin
looked very soft. Emma had to fight the urge to reach out to touch her.
She wore makeup, but only around the eyes, her lips and some rouge to
give her cheeks colour. Emma was sure that they had met before, but had
no idea where.
"Well," she said, sitting back in her seat. "Have you any ideas what
animal you want to be for the Hallowe'en party?"
"Animal?" the girl asked. "Robert didn't say there was a theme."
"My brother is pathologically useless. Yes, it's animals. I'm going as
a rabbit with floppy ears, a tail and a twitchy nose." Emma wriggled
her nose to demonstrate, causing Elizabeth to smile. "Ah, there it is.
What a pretty smile."
"Thank you," the girl replied, crawling back into her shell.
"Oh don't hide away," Emma encouraged, reaching out her hand and
brushing Elizabeth's hair behind her ear. "See, that's better. I think
you'd make a delightful cat. Robert would just want to stroke your hair
all night long."
"Do you think so?"
"Absolutely. He used to brush my hair for me when we were smaller."
"Really?" Elizabeth stifled a giggle.
"Oh Yes. Actually," she leaned in closer, "when he was very little I
used to dress him in my things. He was quite adorable!"
"That's so sweet," Emma giggled.
"It was very darling. So, let's go. I have the perfect place for you
to get a mask."
* * * * *
The shop bell tinkled as the two women entered, talking to each other as
though fast friends. The boutique was one of Emma's favourites,
carrying all the latest French fashions to London. Elizabeth stood
timidly at the door, while Emma unbuttoned her coat and confidently
draped it on the chaise next to the door.
"Come on," Emma smiled at her new friend. "What's a party without a new
dress?"
Elizabeth smiled sheepishly, and too took off her coat.
"Ladies, how nice to see you!" Peeping from behind the curtain at the
back of the shop, a large man with a moustache emerged, his hands
outstretched wide. "Miss Emma, you look divine. Who is your friend?"
"Oscar, this is Elizabeth. My brother's new lady friend."
"Oh?" Oscar arched one eyebrow. "Really? Well, I never. Charmed, I'm
sure," he said, extending one hand limply. "And what can I do for such
lovely ladies? Something mineral perhaps? Vegetable? Or... animal?"
"Oh Oscar, you know fine why we are here. We'd like dresses for the
party. Elizabeth is going to be a glamorous pussycat, and I will be a
little rabbit."
"A fox!" Elizabeth cried, smiling. "You should be a fox!"
"Oh no darling, Giles and I are to be rabbits together."
"No, but, if you surprise him as a fox that will be the talk of the
party!"
Emma was about to argue back, but stopped. Her new friend was right,
what a wonderful idea. She would surprise Giles as a fox. "Yes, Oscar,
a fox. How wonderful."
The ladies were both taken into the back room, where they sat with Oscar
and discussed fabrics and patterns over tea. Brilliant orange and white
for Emma, black for Elizabeth. Oscar even had a fox-fur tail that he
would attach to the bustle of Emma's dress for her. Once they had
decided, Emma simply stood up and began to unlace herself from the dress
she wore. She had pulled it down her corseted frame before she realised
Elizabeth was staring at her.
"What is it? Oscar will need to measure us," she said, handing the
still-warm garment to the dressmaker.
"But," Elizabeth began, her eyes flickering towards the waiting Oscar.
"Oh, it's fine darling," Oscar said with smile. "I'm not interested in
anything you have in there."
A dawn of comprehension rose over Elizabeth's face, and Emma stifled a
giggle. "Oh," she said, eventually, before unlacing her own dress and
letting it fall to the ground.
Emma was surprised to see that the girl was un-corseted; as she was sure
with a waist that slender it must be with help. But no, her figure was
natural, and she simply wore a smock - which clung to her ample frame -
and a pair of white stockings.
"Do you want help out of your corset?" Elizabeth offered.
"Oh no darling, I always wear one." Emma glanced down Elizabeth's body
one more time. "I may even go tighter for the party. What do you think
Oscar?"
"I think you'll look beautiful, Miss Emma."
* * * * *
The carriage bumped and jolted along the cobbled streets as it wound its
way towards Emma's house. Elizabeth's carriage was well appointed, and
Emma was glad of it - her feet had begun to hurt, and they both had
boxes with new gloves and masks - one black, one orange.
Once Elizabeth had opened up, Emma found her charming company. She said
very little, and agreed with whatever Emma said about any topic. They
would be excellent sisters-in-law, Emma decided. All it would take
would be the first baby and she would lose that perfect figure too.
Emma had been talking for quite a while before she realised that the
coach wasn't going in the correct direction. In fact, it was heading
across town, towards the slums with the mills and tanners. Her brown
knitted in confusion.
"Elizabeth, darling, I think we're going the wrong way?" she asked,
leaning out of the window.
A delicate hand wrapped itself around her middle then, as if to pull her
back in. However, before she knew what was happening, Emma's mouth was
covered with a thick rag. The smell was overpowering, and she instantly
fainted - the chloroform working fast.
"Sorry poppet." Elizabeth banged the top of the carriage twice, and felt
the coach lurch forward, the driver acting under new instructions.
Carefully, the girl inserted two fingers into Emma's nose, and pushed
the flat of her palm up under her dainty chin. She held the position
for some time, even as the body began to spasm and shudder. In minutes,
it was still. She had very little time to act.
The coach charged into the tanner's yard, and came to an abrupt halt.
The door burst open, and the metal steps snapped into place. Carefully,
Elizabeth emerged, carrying the corpse of Emma with surprising strength.
The driver jumped down to help, supporting her head and letting her
gorgeous strawberry-blonde hair cascade over his black suit.
Mr. Crouch was there to meet them as they laid the body on his
worktable. He said nothing, and worked quickly as he cut the dress,
corset and smock from the still-warm body. She was not a woman to him -
she was a job.
Mr Crouch reached for the hammer, and was about to bring it down on her
head when Elizabeth held out her hand. The girl took a deep breath and
nodded, closing her eyes as the hammer fell.
"When will she be ready?" she asked, as the broken body was lowered
into the vat of lime and urine.
"Two days," Mr. Crouch said. "Same as the one you've got on."
* * * * *
Elizabeth closed the door behind her and carefully fastened the lock.
The room was bare and drafty - its only furniture a dressing table, a
large mirror, a closet and a tailor's dummy. She sniffed - the smell
was terrible, even from this far away from the tannery. Not long now,
she thought.
The young girl began to undress as she walked towards the dressing
table. She stepped out of the dress as she walked, and was no more
bashful about her white smock, wriggling it up her curvaceous body and
pulling it over her head before throwing it aside. The almost naked
Elizabeth put one foot up on the dressing table chair and unlaced her
boot, tossing it aside before unceremoniously sliding down her stocking.
She switched feet, and repeated the process.
She began to reach up, but paused as her hands brushed against her bare
breasts. She cupped them softly, and squeezed them gently. "Perfect,"
she said, her voice now very different: much lower, and richer. The
nervousness had gone, replaced by a confidence not there before.
"Anyway," she said, snapping herself out of it and running her fingers
through her hair, pulling out several clips in the process. The wig was
removed carefully, and placed on top of tailor's dummy.
The naked woman reached behind her head, to where the thin laces ran
across the top of her head and down to the nape of her neck. She deftly
unfastened the ties and prised the edges of the skin apart. Elizabeth's
features began to distort, until her face was unrecognizable. She began
to roll the skin of her face down, revealing another, hotter and
sweatier face underneath.
Robert exhaled as he rolled the skin down to his neck. It was good to
feel the cool air against his skin. It would be even better when he
could take off the rest of her.
Nimbly, he reached behind his back to the ties there, and began to
unfasten them, gradually widening the slit that was opening up in his
back. The almost-invisible seam widened, until the clear dull grey of
an undergarment was visible. Carefully the opening was widened further,
until he could almost see the edges of the skin at his sides. Suddenly
lady-like in his motions, he began to pull his own fingers free of the
fingers of the skin, and pull his arm free - first one then the other.
He ducked down, and pulled the top half of the cured skin off his body,
wriggling it down his fantastically slender middle and over his wide
girlish hips. The secret to his figure was then revealed - the most
marvellous corset ever conceived. The dull grey fabric was sodden with
sweat, but still clung to his naked body - contorting it into a feminine
sweep. Bladders filled with water were attached at the top of the
chest, and between the bottom of the corset and the metal ring that
circled his thighs.
Again, with patience, he reached behind himself and began to loosen this
punishing contraption, one segment at a time. Eventually, he pulled it
off his warm and sticky body and carefully hung it on the dummy, rubbing
the patches where it had irritated, and taking a mental note where to
apply oil in the future
Finally, enjoying the freedom to breathe deeply, he slid down the legs
of the skin and slipped it from his feet. The stench of sweat filled
the air, overpowering the aroma of the tannery.
"Good," he said finally. "Very good."
* * * * *
Giles leant against the wall in drawing room, trying to look
uninterested. Around him, partygoers in various outfits laughed and
brayed as they talked and danced. Many of them awkwardly carrying
drinks in one hand, and a mask in the other. As usual, only scant
attention was paid to the theme, with most arriving in ornate, but
random headdresses and outfits. There were, Giles ruefully noted, too
many ladies who had adopted to present as cats.
He adjusted his rabbit ears and fiddled with his pocket watch - checking
the time, but also to remind others how clever he was: not only a
rabbit, but Alice's rabbit. He smiled a wan hello to a passing cousin.
He heard Emma arrive before he saw her. Her bright shrieking laugh
pierced the conversation like an arrow, and could be heard three doors
away. Grimly, he snapped shut the pocket watch and stood tall,
preparing himself for what might be to come.
Emma had never looked more beautiful. He laughed the moment he saw her,
for she had chosen to come as a fox, rather than a helpless rabbit. Her
dress was vivid and daring, showing off her too-tight waist and generous
bosom to wonderful affect. Strangely, it was the little fox ears she
wore that made Giles laugh the most. He caught her eye, and she smiled
then, a dazzling bright grin that lit up the room. This evening may not
be as turgid as he had thought.
"Emma, you look very cunning," Giles said, leaning in to kiss her on
both cheeks. Her skin tasted sweet, and was almost supernaturally soft.
"And you look very late," she countered. "If I'd have known I'd have
come as a dormouse."
The gathered partygoers laughed.
The party continued around them, with many of the socially elite
demanding Emma's time, and many of Giles' father's friends taking up
his. So it was much later on that they two found a quiet corner to
themselves. However, rather than speak, Emma simply took Giles' hand
and pulled him along with her, up the stairs and breathlessly into Giles
room. The vivacious girl closed the door behind her, locked it, and
dropped the key down in between her generous cleavage.
"Emma, what's gotten in to you?" Giles asked, frightened and aroused in
equal measure.
Wordlessly, Emma walked towards him and put a finger onto his lips. She
moved her face towards his, and kissed him, her eyes closed and her body
melting into his. Giles was initially in shock, but gave in, opening
his lips and returning the kiss hungrily. He wrapped his arms around
her and squeezed, lifting the girl into the air as they broke off
laughing.
"Well?" Emma asked, beaming.
"You utter genius," Giles responded, happier than he had been for
months. "I can't believe it's you."
"Aren't I delightful," Emma said, twirling on the spot.
"It's fantasy. Robert it's utter brilliance," he said, before grabbing
her and kissing her again. "We can be together," he said, stroking her
long strawberry-blonde hair and tweaking her little foxy ears. "I love
you so much."
"I love you too," Emma replied softly with Robert's voice. "My little
rabbit."
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