LADY ANN'S FOLLY: Chapter Ten - Part Eleven

“We’re almost there darling.”

Mavis had been dozing on the train but the sat up straight and looked across at Richard, faintly startled to remember where and who she was now.

“This is the Vale of Nockton,” said Richard. He smiled. “My home.”

Out the window were pretty open fields leading to the foot of a steep slope and a long ridgeline that was climbing in height as the train trundled along. Between the foot of the slope and the train track was a wide river that glittered in the sunlight. The train edged slowly closer to it until they were running along side by side. Through the opposite window at the other side of the passage, another slope swept up steeply. Their destination was evidently in a long U-shaped valley.

“It was I who had the track laid,” said Richard. “Nockton was once rather cut off but with the railway connection it has allowed commerce to grow massively. If I have my way the town will become a national hub of industrial production. I won’t go into detail – I think you’d find it rather too technical – but suffice to say it will continue to expand on the wealth that you will soon be sharing.”

Mavis beamed, thinking of all that money. She couldn’t believe her fortune to have stumbled into this new life. Every hour some new element came to light that made her more and more determined to keep what she had snatched forever.

“There,” said Richard, pointing ahead to the southern ridgeline. You can just make out the roof of Crackshaw. That is my home.”

Mavis peered past him, just able to make out the silhouette of a grand house. Again her heart swelled. “Oh Richard, darling, I am so looking forward to seeing it.”

He gave her a small smile of approval but Mavis’s heart clouded over at the sound of what she’d said. Her speech then had sounded very much like a toff. It disconcerted her at a deep level, the idea that some force was working on her mind, altering who she was and turning her into someone else. It wasn’t just the way she looked. Would she end up really thinking like that stuck up Lady Ann?

The train rattled as it went over a bridge. For a moment the river flashed up below, split by the bridge’s struts, and then it was gone. There were a few outlying building now and ahead Mavis could make out a more built up area. On the left they passed a castle and a fairly dense areas of very old buildings. Newer buildings came next and soon the town was there on both sides. Mavis got a flush of excitement. This was going to be her home for the rest of her life hopefully. She had never felt so optimistic.

Gladys appeared and fussed with the luggage. Mavis and Richard descended onto the platform. It wasn’t like Birmingham – there were only two platforms – but it was still a magnificent place and newly built.

“Did you have the station built as well?” asked Mavis.

“Of course my dear,” replied Richard. “The Hurley family have lived above Nockton for many years and my ancestors have been the most influential men toward the towns development, but it was only in mine and my father’s lifetime that the town’s expansion has exploded. As I said, I have grand plans for the future. Grand plans. Assuming nothing happens to divert my destiny I expect Nockton to become internationally renowned; to expand until it is a great glittering city famed for its industrial capacity.”

Mavis grinned, walking alongside him as Gladys hurried to find a porter and catch up with the luggage. “I’m so very glad we found each other,” she said, taking his arm.

LADY ANN'S FOLLY: Chapter Ten - Part Ten

Elizabeth scowled up at the man she thought was her husband. “You should have told her you didn’t know where I— where Reggie was.”

Geraldine turned the door handle outside the room and found it locked. “Can I come in Howard?”

Hattie and Elizabeth shared a look. Elizabeth was becoming increasingly panicked.

“That’sh Mama,” said  Reggie. “We should let her in or she’ll get crossh.”

“No,” said Elizabeth. “She can’t see me like this. She can’t see Reggie in my body. You have to keep them out.”

Hattie folded her arms, enjoying the situation. “I don’t think that’s possible Elizabeth. We can’t hide in here. We need to open the door and play it out. When we work out the best way to change you back then we will do so. In the meantime you’re going to need to pretend to be Reggie.”

“No!” she hissed. “I can’t! I can’t act like a child. It will be humiliating!”

“Nobody will know that it’s you unless you tell them. Just keep your mouth shut. You look exactly like a little boy. Nobody will suspect.”

“What about me?” asked Reggie.

Hattie went to him, amazed by the transformation she had witnessed but still finding it hard to believe. “You will need to pretend to be your aunt Elizabeth Reggie. Can you do that?”

He nodded. “Yesh. That’ll be fun!”

“Howard please,” said Elizabeth, tugging on Hattie’s trousers. “Don’t do this, for goodness sake.”

Another knock came at the door. “Howard? Are you coming out?”

“Yes, replied Hattie. She strode to the door.

Elizabeth saw this and fell apart. “No Howard! Don’t do it! Please!” Tears started streaming down her face and her voice rose in anguished pitch. “Don’t let them in!”

“You’re Reggie now,” whispered Hattie harshly. “Don’t give the game away.” Then she unlocked and opened the door.

Elizabeth was still wailing. Geraldine, Reggie’s mother stood waiting, and approaching behind her was her husband Patrick. Both of their faces darkened when they saw what they thought was their son throwing a tantrum.

“Howard,” said Patrick. “What the devil’s going on with Reggie? What’s he done now?”

“He, uh, doesn’t want to go to the picnic,” replied Hattie, relishing the interaction ahead of her, “and he’s got himself in a tiz.”

“Well I’m quite sick of this behaviour Reggie,” snapped Patrick, striding in through the door. “Either you start acting like a young gentleman or you’ll have to be taught proper manners.”

Elizabeth was inconsolable. She couldn’t believe she had found herself in this impossible situation, surrounded by scowling adults who were treating her as though she really were a child. And she couldn’t understand her husband’s diabolical treatment of her. Nothing was how it should be. She couldn’t stop wailing and as Patrick reached for her she struggled, screaming hysterically.

“Alright my lad, I’ve had just about enough of this.”

He hefted her up under one arm and walked to the closest sofa. Mind white with panic, Elizabeth thrashed and kicked, trying to get free and cried out even louder as he sat and bent her over his knee.

Suddenly her trousers were whipped down to her knees and even in her hysteria she realised what was coming.

“No!” she cried. “Please, don’t!”

WHACK!

Patrick’s hand slapped her hard on the rump. Elizabeth gasped from the impact and tremendous pain.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Patrick lifted her again and tossed her onto the sofa, red bottom still exposed.

Elizabeth lay there, whimpering, unable to comprehend the sequence of terrible events that had unfolded.

“You will act with decorum at all times from now on boy,” declared Patrick. “I won’t have you embarrassing your mother and me. Is that clear?”

Elizabeth didn’t reply. She could hardly breathe.

Patrick grabbed her by the arms and lifted her in front of his face, her little genitals and aching bottom still exposed. He shook her rigorously. “I said is that clear?”

Terrified of further violence, Elizabeth nodded her head desperately. “Yes. Yes. I’m sorry.”

Patrick stood and tossed her onto her back on the sofa where she lay, winded. He looked to the current Earl and Countess and said, “Apologies for that. You know boys. They get the idea that they have some control in their lives. From time to time they have to be taught that they have none.”

Elizabeth quietly sobbed, looking up at the towering adults.

“Sometimes a good sound thrashing is needed to teach them a thing or two and to be perfectly honest it does a man good to mete it out every once in a while.”

Hattie grinned back at him, her moustache curling up, and said, “I couldn’t agree more.”

Class & A New You 2: Now Available in Other Formats on Smashwords!

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On Smashwords the books can be downloaded in loads of different formats including PDF so if you don't have a Kindle you can now get over there and get them!

Cick on the pictures below to go and check it out!

LADY ANN'S FOLLY: Chapter Ten - Part Nine

Lord Howard Neville pressed himself into an alcove along the back corridor leading from the dining room to the kitchen and tried to slow down his erratic breathing.

He closed his eyes but even doing that couldn’t get his mind off the reality of the female shell he was clothed in, the reedy women’s body with skinny arms and legs; the maid’s uniform he had been forced to wear.

He was really a maid in his own home! He was really only a woman!

The panic of acknowledging that to himself again made his heart rate spike higher, made his breaths shorten, his chest tighten. He knew he should take action; find some way to remedy this; but for the life of him he couldn’t control the fear that coursed through him.

He gave a shrill girlish moan and pressed his thin hands to his soft face, every sensation and sound underscoring the peril he was in and his new identity.

“Oh God,” he muttered. “Oh my dear God.”

The anxiety subsided a little. He opened his eyes. That was better. He focused on the wood panelling across the corridor, using it to focus and still his mind.

He had to find the imposter; that was all. The imposter had to know how this had happened to them.

He pushed himself reluctantly out of his alcove and peered worriedly toward the kitchen, knowing that if he was caught shirking his maid duties that he would be chastised and made to work. He dreaded that chastisement more than anything because each time it happened it reinforced the role and life he was trapped in; made it feel more real. He was terrified that he might never get back and that eventually they would break his will down until he rushed hither and thither following his orders gladly.

He had to get back to being himself; there was nothing else for it!

He followed the corridor into the dining room then passed out into the hall and started hunting round for his doppelganger. There was no sign of the fake Earl anywhere. He tried room after room, listening at the door first, and then started upstairs. He stopped several steps up the grand staircase and hurried back down, crossing to the servants’ stairs. He dare not risk being caught on the main stairs. Only family members were allowed up there and for now he was nothing more than a servant The casual acceptance of that chilled him but he couldn’t deny it. For now he was only a serving girl.

At the door to his rightful bedroom he paused again, listened, and entered. The room was empty, the bed as yet unmade. Howard sighed heavily, his shoulders drooping, then he turned to go and walked right into the butler’s chest. He gasped and staggered back, looking up at the elderly tyrant in fear.

“What do you think you’re doing in here girl?” snapped the butler.

“Uh, sorry sir,” replied Howard. “I didn’t mean nothing by it. I was, er…”

“Stop wittering you stupid girl. I’m already gaining a rather poor impression of you. You had better shape up or you will be out of here, is that clear?”

Howard’s face became stricken with panic. He couldn’t let that happen. “Yes sir. Sorry sir,” he said, his voice lilting into strong Yorkshire. “What would you like me to do?”

“Make the bed and dust round in here,” said Powell. “And hurry up about it. Make yourself scarce if the Earl or Countess appear.”

“Yes sir. Right away sir.”

Powell turned and exited the room and Howard stood staring forlornly after him. He touched his new womanly throat, hating the sound of the woman’s voice that issued from it and all too aware of the common inflexion he had used just then on instinct.

Could it be that he had never really been Howard Neville? Was he somehow mistaken? Magic didn’t exist. In all his years he had never witnessed its effect. The undeniably more plausible alternative was that he had been born Nellie Barrow and always lived her life. For some reason he had lost his mind and now thought himself the Earl.

Could that really be the real truth?

Was he really nothing more than a simple-minded and very confused young maidservant?

Surely not. Surely he remembered far too much of his life as a man for that to be right, but there was sufficient doubt there now, hearing his crass mode of speech, to question it.

His only option was to continue to play along; to do the chores he was allocated and work hard as a servant. Surely in time he would manage to get access to the Earl with no one else present and then convince the imposter, somehow, to swap back. He had to cling to that. Either convince the imposter or find some way himself to reactivate the magical transference.

He couldn’t remain trapped in a servant’s life; in a weak woman’s body; he just couldn’t.

Where the Hell is Cleaner!?!?!

Well I have to say I'm floundering a bit with Cleaner at the moment.

That isn't to say I'm going to stop writing it though, and Lady Ann will be back up soon too.

My inspiration has faltered slightly on Cleaner, partly due to the non-outline approach I've been using and the plethora of different projects (including an impending nappy-wearing one) that have drawn my attention. Writing organically without an outline works well if momentum is maintained but not so well if the writing is sporadic.

What I need is a short break from Cleaner while I have a rethink on my approach. I know roughly where it's going but need to find some juiciness to grab my imagination.

In the meantime we can all sit back and enjoy some Lady Ann, which I will endeavour to get out Thursday night.

Cleaner will return in a week or so hopefully. Sorry about the delay.

Which Dark Tales of Transformation Have You Read?

The tenth Dark Tale of Transformation is out and now might be a good time to look back at all the books so you can double check that you've seen (and read) the ones that would appeal to you.

Let's have a look at each of the books and see what's what...

Criminal Record is a female to female bodyswap story about two girls who find out what life is like on the other side of the tracks. Holly is a good girl who loves to study and has a promising life ahead of her. Sadie is a bad girl who drinks and smokes heavily and isn't averse to breaking the law. 

But bodies isn't all they swap. Soon each girl is taking on traits of the other with Holly embracing the seedier side of life, but Sadie has no intention of becoming good. She hatches a plan to take full advantage of her new position, even if it means committing murder. 

Lady Ann's Holiday is another bodyswap story but this time a beautiful aristocratic lady trades places with a common stable hand. Burt finds being a wealthy heiress very difficult at first but he soon discovers some benefits to being a rich woman.

Ann, on the other hand, delights in the freedom that being a lower class man brings her, but only until she realises her mind is changing too. She's talking with a lower class accent and becoming just as servile, stupid and eager to please as Burt ever was.

Will Ann ever get back to her former life or will she be cleaning up the horse dung for the rest of her days?










A New You Volume 1 contains six different transformation stories.

Have you ever imagined becoming a successful businesswoman? Or a little girl? Or a prostitute? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be pregnant?  Maybe you'd like to become really, really fat or become a slutty airhead with no prospects and an abusive boyfriend.

Just bear in mind that once you're firmly ensconced in your new life there may be no getting back out of it. That may be who you remain as forever.

Alison is a woman who loves her femininity but when she buys a magic ring that can change her sex she gets a thorough taste of how the other half lives.

Obviously she doesn't want to remain a man but before she knows it, she finds herself falling in love with a rather sultry Indian woman and suddenly everything is in question.

With her life suddenly coming together as it never has before, Alison has some serious thinking to do. Should she stay a man or go back to her disastrous life as a woman?








Jane and Ricky are down and dirty criminal types willing to do anything to get what they want. What they want is to be the owners of a fabulous mansion in Nockton Heights and they try invoking the Golden Gloom to do their bidding. But things go awry when they find themselves changing into the opposite sex. They may be rich but do they really want have a sex change as part of the deal and age twenty years?

Meanwhile, Barbara and Robert Hawthorne, the people they've become, are on holiday in Greece but they aren't safe from the power of the Golden Gloom. They find themselves transforming too, but into teenagers who as as different from them as it is possible to be: loud, brash and very very bad.







More female to female transformations.

Five friends joke about how much worse their lives would be if one thing had been different. They think it's just talk but before they know it their lives are changing into exactly what they imagined.

One girl gets fat, another gets stupid. One becomes a junkie whore, one a slutty receptionist. And one is thrown back to her cultural Japanese roots.

Their lives may never be the same again.








Six more stories about change and bodyswaps.

A man becomes a little girl. A woman becomes a pot-bellied hippie. A beautiful young woman gets turned into a middle-aged used car salesman. Another woman gets stuck as an obese till operator.

One woman loses all sense of self control but learns that being a promiscuous slut has its benefits and another woman finds herself in the body of a teenage slag.









Talons of the Hawk is a book very much like A New You. If you like that then you'll like this and it contains much in the way of male to female and female to female transformation.

Again it contains six different transformation stories but these are set at different points in history and all around the world.

One is about a Roman Governor turning into his beautiful wife, one is about a spiteful princess whose magical powers turn against her and leave her living the life of a slave. One is about another slave girl who grasps the power and body of an Asian tyrant for herself. Another tells the story of a young man who must become a woman to stop an evil assailant. Second to last we see the comeuppance of a Nazi officer who finds out how bad life is as a Jewish girl and finally in a tale of age progression a beautiful but scheming young woman finds out how it feels to be old.

Cleaner is the first part of a trilogy extending the original classic tale of a gorgeous model who fantasises about trading places with her overweight cleaner.

Dahlia Western is tired of her pampered but empty life and longs to experience a normal life without high expectations. It isn't long before she persuades her obese cleaner to trade clothes for the day, but how much further might the game go and will it go too far for either woman to turn back?

Class is a raunchy little tale about a wealthy couple who fantasise about being working class. They only mean for it to be a kinky game, but they shouldn't have tried it in Nockton Vale.

When they wake up next morning they find that they really have become working class, in voice, dress and physical form. They're horrified obviously, but part of them likes their new personas.

Part of them wants to stay that way. 

LADY ANN'S FOLLY: Chapter Ten - Part Eight

Elizabeth put the trousers on from Reggie’s sailor suit and though she felt relieved to be covering up her tiny penis, she hated that she was having to dress in little boy clothes. It felt too final; like an acceptance of the body she had found herself in – as though she were saying Yes. I am happy to stay this way from now on.

She wasn’t! She didn’t want to be a little boy! At all!

How could Howard make her do this? Why was he being so unreasonable? It wasn’t fair. But he showed no empathy for her situation. His face was a mask of stubbornness. She reached for the sailor top feeling dejected and frightened.

Across the room Reggie was struggling with his auntie’s dress but he was starting to work it out. His new body was enormous and bulging. It’s chest was dominated by her gigantic hanging breasts but her stomach, buttocks, legs and arms were all equally bloated. He put the undergarments on carefully with the odd unexpected word of advice from the Earl and then started work on the dress. The material was heavy and unwieldy but in a few minutes he was starting to put it into place roughly correctly.

Elizabeth finished first and she sat forlornly on the rug doing up the little shoes, gazing enviously at her former body.

How could this happen spontaneously? Was it really just because they had both wished it at the same time?

She hadn’t noticed the pendant and it was now covered by the dress Reggie was wearing.

She looked down at herself with disbelieving eyes. She was the very image of Reggie from head to foot and despite his hlong hair being down about his shoulders rather than tied up as hers had been, Reggie looked exactly like her.

“This can’t really be happening Howard,” she piped. “We have to reverse it.”

“We don’t really know what caused it, uh, dear,” he replied. “We need to think about it.”

“Think about it? No! We have to do something, now!”

“Do keep your voice down,” said Howard.

“How can you expect me to keep my voice down?” she cried, scrambling to her feet. “I’ve been turned into a six year old!”

“Look!” said Reggie.

They stopped and turned to him. He was holding up Elizabeth’s engagement and wedding rings that he must have found on the floor as they slipped off her finger.

“Shall I put them on?” he said.

“God, no,” she breathed. “No. You can’t. They’re mine. They don’t belong to you.”

“Now dear,” said Howard. “Don’t you think that they would be safer if Reggie did put them on.”

“No. Not at all. He can’t wear them. They’re mine! They’re mine! He’s not your wife; I am!”

Howard gave a chuckle and covered his mouth with his hand. Elizabeth gaped at him incredulously.

“How can you laugh at a time like this? Can’t you see what’s happened to me? You don’t seem the least bit put out by it. Why are you letting Reggie wear my things? Why aren’t you forcing him to wish us back?”

Howard got down on one knee and grabbed her shoulders. “STOP! RIGHT NOW! Keep silent!”

She stared at him in fear.

“I won’t have this hysteria” he said. “You will keep your mouth shut until I have decided what we are to do. Is that clear?”

Elizabeth couldn’t believe the gall of the man to treat her like that, but his overbearing size intimidated her entirely. He stood back up and glanced at Reggie.

“Put the rings on Reggie.”

The former child nodded eagerly and grinned as he pushed them into place on the finger that Howard indicated.

Within Howard’s head, Hattie was finding this entire situation hilarious but it was harder than she’d expected it would be to manage. If she wasn’t careful they were going to be heard and people might come. Though that would certainly force things on… She covered up another grin of mirth.

“Right,” she said, using her most imperious voice. It was a delight to play the part of her domineering father in this way. It was every bit the power thrill she had imagined. They really thought she was her father. For now she really was her father. “We are going to reverse this as soon as possible but we may find ourselves speaking with other people before we do.”

“No,” shrieked Elizabeth. “We aren’t leaving this room!”

“I SAID SILENCE!” bellowed Hattie and struck the little boy across the cheek.

Elizabeth yelped and fell on her side then started sobbing.

Hattie hadn’t expected to lose her temper and felt awful for treating her mother that way but something stopped her apologising or helping her up. She hesitated then went on speaking in the same imperious tone.

“If that happens then you will, for now, adopt the roles you find yourselves in; is that clear? Richie? You are my wife Elizabeth if anybody asks.”

At his feet, the real Elizabeth whimpered.

“And you are little Reggie, my nephew.”

“Please no,” snivelled Elizabeth.

“I’m afraid that’s the way it has to be until we can sort this mess out,” said Hattie, smirking.

“Just get Reggie to wish us back,” muttered the new little boy. “Please Howard. Make him wish us back.”

“I don’t want to,” said Reggie. “I want to stay like thish.”

“Oh God, why is this happening?” she cried.

Then a knock came at the door.

All three of them stopped still, looking at one another and at the blank door.

“Goodness, who can that be?” whispered Elizabeth, lifting herself up, her cheek smarting.

“Howard? Elizabeth?” came a voice from the other side. It was Geraldine, Reggie’s mother.

“Yes?” replied Hattie.

“The coach is ready to leave for the picnic. Are you coming out? And do you know where Reggie is?”

Hattie looked down at her former mother. Elizabeth looked fearfully back.

“He’s here.”