Lost in time - chapter 11-12 (Patreon)

So Greg will of course hope that his friends will find him, but for now he needs to live somehow, and therefore... Greg/Alicia accepts this role, trying to resist, but living the life of a wife (60%)

Chapter 9-10: https://www.patreon.com/posts/lost-in-time-9-100402633

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That same evening in Lady Alicia's room.

"Ugh... It's just some kind of endless nightmare..." thought to himself Greg, leaning om the mirror and looking towards the door, hoping that no one comes. This room was provided for Alicia by Theodore Hinford, and looking good but Greg had no desire to be in this damn room of 19th century and, most importantly, as a lady! And of course it didn’t matter to him how this room was furnished and how expensive things were. Although, of course, remembering those days in the body of the Egyptian slave, he appreciated comfort even more than usual.

He moved his hand down the corset which tightly hugged his small petite feminine figure and took a deep breath and winced, a sting in his ribs did not allow him to exhale. "Uff..." sighed tired, the poor thing, trying to cope with the task of undoing his clothes. Long hair, falling over his bare shoulders, and the sensual lines of the body, thin, yet curvy and seductive, made him look like a Greek goddess. But Alicia's face was that of a small innocent and frightened doll.

Hands trembling from tiredness and awkwardness, slowly Alicia tried to undone laces behind her back. Her breath became deeper. Tight laces, almost unbearable. "Shit" Greg whispered quietly. His small hands were unable to untangle the lace string knotted at the back.

Suddenly he heard the lock on the door click, followed by the door handle turning.

"Shit shit shit!" squealed Alicia in her high pitch girly voice "Noooooo!!!..."

"Sorry, madam, I am the lady's maid..." the maid hesitated in the doorway, as Greg watched the maid's embarrassed expression in surprise. "I was sent to help madam undress her." She said calmly, ignoring the outburst of the frightened girl. "Please, madam, tell me what can I do for you?" the maid politely continued speaking.

"No..." started Alicia, looking at the face of a woman standing at the door with shock "I am not your..." he hesitated and gulped. "...your madam..." added and then tried to calm herself with taking several deep breaths, he finally said "Sorry... but this corset is too hard for me..."

"Madam!" the woman suddenly called and closed the doors behind her and almost runned across the room to the embarrassed blonde "Did you try to undress by yourself?" she asked in surprise. Alicia stood silently as a statue "Oh, you are unbelievable young lady. To try undressed in corset alone... " and then she smiled. "You should always call for help when your laces are impossible for you to unlace... Madam,"

The old woman walked to him and, stopping at a safe distance from a frightened girl, asked: "Please turn around and lift up your hair". Greg nodded and turned around carefully, on hie eyes appeared small tears from emotion. 'Lift up my... hair!' Greg thought to himself with a blush and feeling of despair 'Why is this happening to me?! I just want return home... In Texas...' thought Greg to himself as his gentle little hands gripped on long hairs and moved them up, exposing the narrow pale neck, thin and delicate and almost imperceptibly covered in dark hairs.

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The leaves from the trees were already slowly falling down, although the birds were still singing cheerfully. Autumn, a season wich Greg didn't like and the beginning of October was not his favorite month. However, it's was still pleasantly warm, the air was clear and smelled of pine resin and apple trees and roses.

As Lady Alicia he now often went for a walk in this park and in garden of this huge house of the noble. it was one of the few ways to relieve his anxiety and escape from reality. Because for many days, the fear that he will not be able to get back home, will not become his self again and stuck here like a Alicia forever didn't leave him. He still didn't have any answers, or even could have a short talk with the three time-jumps fellows. Seems that they are just vanished without saying the word to Greg.

Already three weeks have passed since Greg found himself trapped in another reality, where he was lady, and the age gap of one hundred sixty years separated him from the earth of his country. The wedding is supposed to take place this week! And it's meaning that after some time he will be married to that old creep and will live with him... as the wife!... Will sleep with him and... if he stuck here long enough, the probability of bearing a child is huge.

"Brrr..." shiver of disgust ran through his body as the Greg felt how the image of her getting intimate and pregnant with her "lover" appeared in her mind.

"Miss Alicia..." her voice called near. Her voice was just as Greg remembered: high and shrill, very annoying and rude, "Is it not nice here at our manor, Miss Alicia?" she came closer "I feel it is not very pleasant for you to be in this situation, right Miss Alicia?" She was smugly smiling, looking at him and judging Greg's reactions.

Alicia wasn't very pleased to see her, but did her best to smile to show her politeness and tried not to offend this women, who was older than her, but after wedding will become her step-daughter: Miss Sybil Hinford. She had the same type of her father's ugly face and was spoiled enough to show her bad behavior. She was not marryed yet because nobody wanted to marry such a beast and probably was jealous Alicia. Now she walked around Alicia, giving her evil stares.

"...I want to let you know that if you still think, that you're somehow more important that some other slutty poor-blood because my silly father wanted to marry you, than you are wrong," she smirked nastily "I will not allow a nobody like you to steal my birth right," Sybil paused and lifted Alicia's chin up. "If you'll get away with my father's heritage, I'll..." she didn't finish.

Greg felt uncomfortable, in his body was tense from fear, but he tried to control his emotions and remain calm. Over these long weeks, he already understood very well that here he, or rather Lady Alicia, was a nobody and this wedding meant nothing for society and didn't give him the social position, only the position in the household as the lady. Only Mr. Hinford got profit from this marriage in his political affairs. And the fact that if Alicia behaves inappropriately, then Mr. Hinford can easily divorce and send his 'nobody' wife to some hell-hole and marry another women.

He hated being this submissive, shy and delicate. He hated having long hair, a girl's voice and wearing dresses which were always uncomfortable and in his opinion absurdly big. And he already began to notice that all this was now gradually influencing him and changed Greg, who from time to time began to think about himself as a lady. From time to time he caught himself thinking about new fashions, rumors and other nonsense that concerned ladies, about gossip and tea parties. Even some kind of habits, like always holding the skirt above his shoes, walking and sitting gracefully, now became quite natural for him. And when he paid attention to this, then all of his 'man' thoughts immediately rushed into his mind, giving him feelings of embarrassment and shame.