Lady Ann's Folly: Chapter Two - Part Two

It startled Ann just how excited she felt now that this tawdry fantasy was really about to become a reality. It hadn’t occurred to her how lit up she would feel because of it. It had seemed up to now to be purely an idea that intrigued her. Now it was happening she realised it was a hundred times that. This was something she had almost an urgent need now to go through with.

And it wasn’t just her desire to couple with Burt. That was a huge part of it. The very thought of actually approaching him in Mavis’s shape gave her ripples of sexual anticipation that almost crowned.  But more than that, this close to its fulfilment, she suddenly realised that the pure idiocy of it was just as big a lure.

She had told herself that nothing could go wrong, but of course it could. Any number of things could happen to through her plans awry. That was the spicy sauce to the tantalising dish the exchange alone would be. She could be trapped in that flesh just as the former Ann had become trapped as Burt. The awful plummet in status and wealth that happened to him could happen to her just the same.

She didn’t want that to happen in any way, but the fact that it could thrilled her more than words could have said.

Even Mavis’s expression of sullen mistrust was hilarious. Little did she know the incredible thing that was about to occur to her. She could have no clue. And it would bowl her over.

Yes. There was a lot more to it than the desire to final feel that passion she’d longed for; the desire to have a man possess her as she only barely remembered doing to a woman now.

“Disrobe,” she said. Mavis looked uncertain. “Quickly.”

The harlot set to work doing so.

Ann watched her climbing out of her clothes as she undressed herself. It was going to be so strange to assume her form. So, so strange. But wonderful too.

Mavis was wearing a full skirt down to the floor and a matching bodice, laced at the front. Underneath the bodice was a white chemise, cut as low as possible at the front and falling just to the elbows. Her movements to disrobe were clumsy. She shared none of the refinement that Ann had assumed under her grandmamma’s tutelage in London. She cared little for decorum. Ann wondered if she would inherit any of that carelessness in the brief time she was to inhabit the body. She enjoyed her refinement but it would surely be wonderfully freeing to care so little for a while.

Truth be told though, she didn’t anticipate taking on much in the way of Mavis’s ways in the time she had. Her recollections of becoming Ann for the first time mostly consisted of that first evening, making gaff after gaff in front of her new family.

Ann removed her dress and folded it carefully on the sofa. A glance at Mavis showed that she too was down to her underwear.

Mavis started to reach for the blue dress but Ann stopped her. “Our undergarments as well please,” she said firmly.

“For five pounds you can tie me naked,” replied Mavis, smirking.

Ann tutted and shook her head crossly.

The two of them stripped further, removing the remaining items of their underwear, until soon both young women stood naked, one in front of the other.

Ann retained some memories of her life as Burt, but nowhere among them was a glimpse of this striking and voluptuous form. Ann too, knew of her reputation as possessing the most beautiful face in the region, but surely Mavis here possessed the most striking body.

Her breasts were much larger than Ann’s but retained their shape still nicely. Her form wasn’t slim and dainty as Ann’s was. It was curvaceous, rounded and firm, yet soft and feminine. It was actually kind of staggering to look at.

Only one person knew as well as Ann how powerful the pendant’s enchantment was, but still, a transformation like this seemed out of its purview. Ann’s breasts were present but barely existed compared to the mounds Mavis sprouted.

“You like wot you see?” asked the girl, sniggering.

Ann blushed, averting her gaze, and reached instead for the slightly soiled undergarments Mavis had taken off. They weren’t as elaborate as hers and they were made using far cruder techniques of tailoring. Ann’s dress alone was worth far more than this girl’s entire wardrobe. To pick it up and contemplate covering herself in it brought on a first note of trepidation and mild disgust.

But she ignored that. This was what she wanted. And it didn’t matter how absurd and foolish it was; she was going to go through with it.

She climbed into the drawers and the put the petticoats on over the top. There was a threadbare corset with a more basic design than she was used to. She put it on, disappointed by how unnecessary it was to support her modest bosom, but she reconciled this with the fact that she would need that soon enough.

Mavis meanwhile, was struggling. A lady’s undergarments were rather more convoluted and layered. Ann had to assist her in understanding what each item was. She helped Mavis dress, handing her each garment in turn but as she did so she felt a shiver of presentiment. In helping Mavis dress in the ladies garments it was almost as though their roles were reversed already, and more: that she was acting as a maid in waiting.

It made her halt and leave Mavis to work the rest out for herself which she did, testily.

Finally, Ann regarded the outer clothes that Mavis had discarded carelessly. There was still more than enough time to back out of this. Each step she took placed her near to the abyss. But she didn’t allow herself to falter. Ann put the chemise on quickly then raised the skirt up her legs. She picked up the sleeveless bodice and put that on over the top, tying the lace at the front impatiently.

Mavis was struggling with her outfit, not least because her bosom did not fit within its confines. There was sufficient give in the fabric to manage them but it couldn’t be comfortable. No matter. In moments it would no longer be the case.

Ignoring Mavis for a minute, Ann went to the wall mirror and looked at herself.

Her hair had come loose during the change and fell about her shoulders now. In Mavis’s outfit, she looked strikingly different. She didn’t look like Lady Ann Neville anymore. Not really. She looked perhaps, who Lady Ann might have been if she had been born into a poor family; so even this transformation alone was tantalising.

What would Burt think if she went to him now, just dressed like this but with her own face? She giggled to think of it.

But that was a silly idea. Whatever could she say if she were seen? And it remained just as complicated as it had ever been. She could not make love to Burt as herself. That could never happen. She still had to become Mavis. There was no other way.

She looked at the girl. Mavis was examining herself; scruffily pulling at her dress with a small scowl of irritation on her face.

Ann broke the moment by saying, “Good. Everything is almost in place.”

“Why is ye doin this?” asked Mavis. “Explain it to me.”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” replied Ann. “Now come here and sit down. I’m going to fetch the rope.”