Lady Ann's Folly: Chapter Three - Part Five

Ann walked down from the hay barn, her arm looped into Burt’s a big grin of satisfaction on her chops.

She wished she retained more detailed knowledge of sex as a man but this felt as though it had surpassed anything she had enjoyed in either life.

“By eck as like, I must say,” said Burt. “You was a right horny minx today.

Ann only grinned coyly in return. She’d discovered right after the sex that holding on to the Yorkshire accent hadn’t been easy. There was a very slight colouring but not enough to talk normally. With his past experience, Burt would likely see through her in a second if she said too much.

“Owzabout we have another poke later tonight?”

Ann giggled and nodded. Then her face fell slightly.

“Wot?” asked Burt.

“Nothing,” replied Ann. And looked away, disappointed. Because she wouldn’t be Mavis later tonight. She would be herself again.

She toyed briefly with extending her stay in that form but there was stupidity and then there was idiocy. She’d already risked far too much becoming Mavis for a little while. She had to get back to her own body and be satisfied with the memory.

Perhaps if it worked well she could do it again in the months or years to come but for now her anxiety was telling her to cut her losses.

The circled to the front of the stable house and Burt gave her one last kiss on the lips, holding her chin in finger and thumb. “You’re my lass,” he said, smiling.

Ann beamed in response and found herself saying, “You bet your arse on it luv.”

They broke off and she walked away, shaking her head and chuckling at how enveloping the transformations were. It truly was the most incredible experience – the greatest opportunity of her life.

Putting her hands in the pockets of her skirt, Ann ambled back up the path toward the holiday cottage, enjoying the heat of her afterglow. It had been truly glorious. She felt the pendant’s box in her right pocket and turned it over and over with her fingers, glad she’d kept hold of it. Whatever had persuaded the former Ann that it was best left hidden in the holiday cottage totally escaped her.

There was no one about on the path around the holiday cottage – no one in the direction of the hall. No Earl or gardener or Hattie. That was good. It was achingly obvious to her now how dangerous this entire adventure had been; just how much could have gone wrong. But that didn’t matter now. She’d done it and she was glad she had. The pleasure she’d experienced was worth any risk.

The door to the holiday cottage was open when she got there. That made Ann pause and frown. Surely... She was sure she’d shut it behind her.

A thud went deep into her stomach, quickening her pulse. Surely no one else had... No.

She hurried inside. “Mavis? Mavis are you still in here?”

She got to the lounge doorway and stood, gaping at what she saw.

The chair where Mavis had been left tied up was empty. The rope was untied and discarded.

The table where the money had been was bare.

“Bleedin’ eck,” muttered Ann. “Oh my giddy aunt.”

Mavis was gone.

In her body.

She didn’t know how. She didn’t know where.

But until she found out where Mavis had got to, she was trapped!