Adelaide (Patreon)

In the summer garden in 1852 it was quiet and calm. The birds sang their melody melodiously, somewhere nearby water murmured from a beautiful fountain, while different companies of people walking past calmly communicated with each other and discussed various trends and news relevant to London at that time.

It seemed that only one Adelaide was dumbfounded by all this, standing by a small bush with neatly cut grass. Her eyes were wide and she clumsily held her hands frozen in one position, as if afraid to move. The sheet in her hands barely held on in the wind and almost slipped out of the weak grip in feminine gloves.

Those who knew Adelaide would have been surprised by her sudden behavior, but most likely they would have attributed it to some kind of family problem with her husband or children. Even though it wasn't typical for her. And yes, her husband also did not understand why Adelaide fell behind their company so much and stopped abruptly, frozen in one pose.

But this piece of paper, torn out by Adelaide from one of her regular "ladies' books", as her husband called such reading, was to blame for everything. He did not know, or rather did not listen, when she told him about some magical ritual that was written on this sheet from the book and wanted to talk about it with her girlfriends, the wives of her husband's friends.

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Harold was shocked. And this is the least that can be said about his condition. Just a few seconds ago, he was in his room, getting ready for school, preparing an essay on the life of women in the Victorian era. Of course, he did not like this topic and he began to study it without enthusiasm, because at school he was already ridiculed for the fact that the teacher randomly chose this topic for him.

But being an excellent student, Harold could not help doing this essay well and stumbled on the Internet for a clipping from an old book describing some unusual interesting ritual.

A little ashamed that he really became interested in how exactly the women of the Victorian era did this, Harold decided to repeat what he had written. After all, the ritual promised to "fulfill any desire." And he made a simple wish that came to his mind at that moment because of the unwillingness to do this essay - "to find out the truth about how women really lived then"

And now, having done everything necessary, Harold already felt like a fool, when suddenly, closing his eyes, Harold opened them already being on the street in some park. There were people around dressed in vintage Victorian clothing and it seemed like it was the norm.

Not having time to be surprised by what appeared before his eyes, Harold suddenly felt a strong tightness at the waist and in the chest area from the tight corset that was on him under a large uncomfortable bulky dress. And, barely breathing, realizing how uncomfortable it was for him to even just take a step, Harold froze in place, raising his hands a little up, feeling that in this position it was a little easier for him.

But this did not save him from a wave of new strange sensations from this uncomfortable women's clothing and sensations of new volume and weight in the chest area from women's boobs.

- Why are you so frozen, Adelaide?

An intruding male voice literally at Harold's ear brought him out of his stupor and literally in front of him was the figure of a man in an old suit in a jacket. He had to lift his head up because of the short stature of Adelaide, a woman from 1852, in whose body Harold ended up, thanks to his desire and ritual.