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I found myself in this stupid situation after stumbling upon a mysterious magic mirror. My face hadn't changed, but everything else had. It was like a crazy dream, only I couldn't wake up from it. Instead of my usual life back in the USA, I was stuck in the past, in London of all places, and to make it even weirder, I had become a woman named Eleanor.

I remembered my old life fondly – the days at my office job, the Friday night football games, and the comfort of wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself stuck in a corset, wearing these ridiculous dresses that felt like they were designed by someone who wanted to torture women.

I loathed the sensation of the corset, squeezing the life out of me, making it hard to breathe. And my chest, heavy and constantly dangling, infuriated me. I missed the simplicity of my old clothes, and I certainly wasn't thrilled about this new existence.

One evening, as I sat in the parlor of our establishment, I couldn't help but strike up a conversation with Isabella, a fellow courtesan who seemed to be far more comfortable with this life than I was.

"How do you handle this, Isabella?" I asked, feeling a twinge of desperation. "This whole charade, pretending to be something we're not."

Isabella looked at me with a hint of pity in her eyes, her voice tinged with a touch of sadness. "You do what you must, dear. It's the only way to survive in this world."

It was true. We did what was expected of us, even if it felt unnatural and stifling. Isabella continued to do her job with a grace and professionalism that I envied, never wavering from her role.

A few weeks later, I was with a client, Lord Kensington. He had always been a bit more reserved during our previous encounters, but tonight was different. He looked at me with a glint of desire in his eyes, and as he leaned in, our lips met in a passionate kiss.

I decided to embrace the moment and let go of my reservations. I had avoided this aspect of my profession before, but tonight, I was willing to give it a shot. As we kissed, I could feel the heat building between us, and I knew that Lord Kensington wanted more.

With a newfound determination, I began to undress him, my hands moving with a purpose that surprised both of us. The layers of clothing fell to the floor, and I guided him to the plush bed, where our encounter continued.

I won't go into the explicit details, but let's just say I did all the work that was expected of me, with a newfound confidence and enthusiasm. Lord Kensington seemed delighted, and by the time our encounter ended, he wore a satisfied smile on his face.