[TG] Lady of the Hour - Part 2 (Patreon)

Commissioned by George Washington

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Despite all the snobbery and frankly ridiculous amount of decadence that surrounded me, having morning tea in the rose garden was actually really fun. I didn't have much to say after Sybil shut me down but the servants were more than happy to keep me loaded up on little gourmet snacks and show me around the garden. I wasn't really interested in gardening but it was relaxing, not really having a care in the world. 

When we returned to our car, I felt like all the weight in the world was off my shoulders; I’d been expecting an eight-hour shift so a garden party was quite welcome. As soon as the car doors closed Anna was on me, curling up against my side with a flirtatious giggle.

“We should we continue where we left off when we go home, darling?”

Oh. Oh, that was very tempting. 

“I’ve been so busy getting ready for the season I feel like I’ve been neglecting my wife.” She said coyly, running a hand down my face and bringing a bucket of cold water with it.

Wife? Did she say wife!?

“Uh, no not at all.” I replied shakily. “That sounds great.”

She called me wife, really, I shouldn’t have been surprised given Margaret didn't know what a man was but…did that mean she expected me to look different under all these skirt layers. What would happen when we got busy and it got hard? Would she call me a freak? A doppelganger who replaced her real wife? 

Never in my life had I felt so desperate to convince a woman not to sleep with me straight away. We got out of the car back at our estate and a cold sweat was dripping down my neck. Thankfully; a new servant came to the rescue. A woman in a pencil skirt and business looking attire with gold rimmed glasses.

“Miladies, we must go over your investments for the next quarter. You cannot keep putting it off.”

“Oh Jane, must we?” Anna groaned, “We had plans…”

“You may be fabulously wealthy but old money only lasts so long, if you wish to keep up your income you must keep an eye on your investments.” 

Well, that explained where all this money came from then. Too bad I didn’t know anything about stocks or investing. 

“That’s why we pay you.” Anna sighed, “But alright, I’ll take this one.”

She gave me a peck on the cheek. 

“I’ll see you later, darling.”

I did my best not to look relieved and waved the two women away; half insulted and half relieved nobody seemed to expect anything of me here except to stand there looking pretty. Even my wife.

…was I a trophy wife? 

I shook the thought from my head; I could worry about that later.  With Anna distracted, I quickly began exploring the house as subtly as I could. Servants curtsied to me as I passed and I nodded at them the same way I had seen royalty do on TV back home. Everywhere I saw modern technology but covered in the trappings of Victorian and regency era finery. And not a single man passed me by; how the hell could a world exist without any men? 

I was passing by what seemed like another completely unnecessary room when I saw it; my salvation. A computer. 

“Please let the internet exist…” I whispered as I flipped it open.

It did and while it wasn't called Google, a search engine popped up as soon as I opened a browser. I threw myself into googling and quickly a few things became apparent. Margaret was right, there were no men in this universe; I was still in Manhattan but some sort of weird historical fantasy version of it that looked closer to a period drama than my old reality. I googled ‘Lady Anna’ and immediately found a page with my wife’s photo. 

“Lady Anna is the current lady ruling over Lillydate Manor, the youngest descendant of House Delany and the wife of Lady Analise…” I breathed. 

Lady Analise…that had to be me. I clicked on the link but there wasn't nearly enough information. Only that ‘my’ name was Lady Analise, I was from a very small, minor house of nobility and it had been quite the scandal when I married up to be with Anna. But that was almost ten years ago now and the scandal had all but evaporated; though that did explain Sybil’s little comment. 

It also confirmed I was indeed a trophy wife. I didn't know how to feel about that. Anna seemed to genuinely love me at least, so there was that. I sat back in the chair and let out a deep breath, running my hands through my hair. I had my answers but…now what. 

I started to twirl my finger around a loose strand before freezing in place and slowly shifting my vision…since when was my hair that long? I fiddled around with the computer until I found the camera settings and switched them on; my own face looked back at me but my short hair now reached my chin. It was honey coloured, with a gentle wave and…was that a bow? When did Margaret do that!? 

“What the hell is going on?” I asked the open air, nobody replied. 

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Dinner was another display of wealth, with proper silverware and amazing dishes that probably cost more than my week's rent. I couldn’t help but feel a little on edge enjoying, like at any moment the rug would be pulled out from under me and I’d be back to eating two-dollar cup ramen for dinner three times a week. 

I managed to avoid Anna again after dinner, pretending to have a headache and rushing off to bed. Of course, Margaret was waiting to undress me and prepare another of those flowing nightgowns. I felt like a little girl wearing something so frilly but it wasn't like I could request a pair of boxers. I curled up in my luxurious bed and willed myself to fall asleep before my wife joined me; just to avoid the temptation. This all had to be some crazy dream, I’d wake up tomorrow with my creaky spring and cold apartment and soon this would be nothing more than a pleasant memory. 

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I did not.

I woke up the same way I had the day before, in my comfy bed, in my flowing nightgown with Margaret preparing a dress for the day. I groaned, rolling over onto my stomach and wincing at the ache that formed in my chest. I rose myself off the bed to find two small mounds that had definitely not been there yesterday. 

“Margaret, does my chest look…different to you?” I asked, sitting up and grabbing a handful of the soft flesh there through my nightgown. 

“Uh…” Margaret flushed a deep shade of crimson and averted her eyes. “Your bosom is no more uh f-fruitful no uh, lovely, than usual milady.”

That basically confirmed it; whoever they saw wasn’t me. Or at least, not the male version and I was slowly transforming into whoever this Lady Analise was. 

“Come milady let’s get you dressed.” Said Margaret hurriedly, looking right at the floor. 

My wardrobe was truly extraordinary, there seemed to be a dress for every day of the year, each complete with accessories. I sat before that gilded mirror and let Margaret fashion my now waist length hair into a tidy updo treated with silver flowers and tried not to preen at how good it looked. Especially with the pale blue dress she put me in. 

As soon as we were done, I rushed out to the large portrait I’d seen the day before and realised it was changing too. My face in the picture now had the same hair that I did now, albeit in a different style. Margaret led me down to the breakfast table as the thoughts raced through my mind. I had to stop this somehow-

She lifted the lid on a silver cloche to reveal eggs benedict with gold flakes and caviar on the side. 

Okay, I would find a way to stop this transformation…right after breakfast. I was just finishing up when cool hands found themselves on my shoulders and my spine straightened.

“Darling, you’re so tense…”

“Anna.”

“Here, let me help.”

She slowly began to work her fingers along my shoulders, massaging out the knots and making me relax back into the chair despite myself. 

“I’m sorry we didn't get our time together yesterday.” She whispered into my ear.

I felt my blood turn hot as the hot breath tickled the shell of my ear and I swallowed. Now was not the time to get hard. 

“Maybe we could make up for it sometime today?” She suggested, “Maybe in the garden.”

Images of us, naked and rolling on the soft grass surrounded by those rose bushes suddenly filled my mind and I felt my cock twitch beneath all my ruffles. 

“I…ahh!”

There was a sudden jolt between my legs and my cock softened again, no that was the wrong word, it didn't soften it shrank. 

“What’s wrong?” Anna asked, clutching my arm, “Should I get a doctor.”

“N-no it's nothing uh, excuse me!”

I rushed to my feet, wobbling slightly in the heels Margaret had decided were necessary for some reason. I rushed out the door, pressing my hand into my crotch and feeling my length slowly getting smaller. The other changes had been so subtle I hadn't even noticed but this, this was impossible to miss. 

I could feel my balls sliding up into my skin and merging with it, melting into nothingness. It wasn't painful, in fact, it felt oddly nice, like that massage Anna had just been giving me. But That didn't make it any less weird! I pushed open the door to a random room and shut it behind me before hiking up my skirt and cursing just how many layers there were. I moved the fabric just in time to see the bulge at the front of my underwear disappear completely. 

I struggled to reach beneath my dress and pull down the panties entirely to reveal; a pussy. A soft, slightly pink and wet pussy with a mound of neat curly hair on top the same colour as my hair. 

“Oh fuck…”

I felt something pound on the door behind me.

“Darling? What’s going on, are you alright?”

“J-just a minute!” I called, struggling to get my panties back on and immediately tipping over thanks to the weight of my skirt and my increasing chest; in the time between getting dressed and now my A cups had turned to Bs; just how big were they going to get? I remembered the huge corset in my cupboard and swallowed nervously. 

“Sorry, I had a bad stomach ache.” I lied as I opened the door.

Anna was on me in a second, both hands cupping my face lovingly.

“Oh, my dear, that must have been awful for you to run off like that. Your face is so red too, do you have a fever?”

“I don’t think so…”

She was so close; I could see the lip-gloss shining an inch from my own. 

“You look flush, you should go to bed. I will have the servants bring you whatever you need.” She said in an obstinate tone that told me there would be no arguing with her. 

At least if she thought I was sick I could have some time alone to try and figure this all out. 

“Maybe that would be best, thank you…darling.”

The word felt both alien and right coming off my tongue. Anna smiled softly and I felt my heart flutter; of all the wives to be given, I really couldn’t complain about getting her. She patted my face tenderly and walked me back to my room where Margeret once again undressed and redressed me for bed. 

“Is there anything you need, milady?” She asked.

I paused for a moment; I was rich now, the kind of rich with servants. I could probably have anything I wanted.

“Could I have some tea and some of those little cakes, like the ones Lady Sybil served yesterday?” I tried, “And perhaps something to watch?”

“I’ll have the portable TV wheeled in and send a message to Lady Sybil’s cook to find the recipe at once.” Margaret said with a curtsy as if I’d simply asked for a glass of water and not fresh baked goods. 

I did my best to hold back the smile until she left; being waited on hand and foot wasn't so bad. Not worth losing my manhood, but it certainly softened the blow. I laid back against the mountain of pillows in the bed and let Margaret wait on me. I watched the TV with fascination as soon as it was brought it; it was so odd, things in this world seemed so similar and yet so different to the one I was used to. 

The ads on TV seemed familiar and the fact that soap operas were apparently universal constant was oddly comforting. I sipped tea, ate whatever I fancied and Margaret even rubbed my feet; I felt like a princess; Uh, prince.

“I’ve run you a bath, milady.” Margaret announced just before dinner time. “With Lady Anna’s favourite oils added to help you feel better. She insisted.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Oils? Surely oil and water didn't mix, every third grader knew that; but I didn't want to argue and make myself look like more of an idiot. She led me into the bathroom and at first, I thought there had to be a mistake; that wasn't a bathtub, it was a swimming pool! 

A whole section of the floor was taken up by the bath, which simply sunk into the floor with stairs leading down into the steaming water. Rose petals floated atop the surface and the steam was scented with flowers and mint; I breathed deeply and felt my muscles instantly relax. 

“The oils Anna asked for?” I asked and Margaret nodded.

“You know how she fusses over you.” Margaret gave a soft smile. “It’s lovely really.”

“Yeah, lovely really is the word…”

“I shall leave you to bathe, simply ring the bell if you need me.” 

She left a small silver bell by the edge of the bath and then slipped out the door back into the bedroom. 

“Well,” I breathed looking down at myself, “I guess I’d better get this over with.”

I untied the ribbons and let my nightgown flutter to the damp floor leaving me totally naked and alone for the first time. My body was…odd. My main shape seemed mostly the same but there were signs that it wouldn't be that way for much longer. My square, straight hips were subtly wider and my middle was sucking in slightly at the sides. It wasn't an hourglass just yet, but I could see the beginnings of a womanly figure. The fact that I now had a pair of C cups on my chest and a pussy between my legs probably helped that look as well. 

I felt a hand along the curve of my side, taking in the subtle shape only to feel something shift under my skin making me jump in surprise and shriek.

“Are you okay miss?”

“Fine, Margaret I just slipped a little!”

My cheeks were pink from the heat but also a little embarrassment; what was that sound? I’d sounded like girl number two in a cheap horror film. At least my voice still seemed the same regularly. I ran that same hand over my throat, feeling the distinct bulge of my Adam’s apple. It felt a little odd to admit, even to myself, but having it there was comforting. Without my cock it was the last real proof of my manhood. How long was it going to last through? That was the question. 

I sighed to myself; I had no way of stopping it. I still didn't even know how I got here in the first place or how to even begin trying to figure out how to get home. I may as well just enjoy the bath and feel sorry for myself in comfort. I slowly stepped down the tiled stairs into the warm water and felt a shiver go up my spine. I paused right as the water was at my upper thighs; one more step and my new pussy would be in the water. 

“Stop being a wimp.” I hissed to myself, “intimidated by your own damn body…”

I stepped down and immediately felt the warm water envelope me. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, quite the opposite really. My sensitive folds could feel every subtle movement of the water as it flowed around them. I continued to step down until the water reached my chest and I settled on one of the sunken benches. 

My nipples softened in the water and I could feel the liquid swirling around my curves. It felt sensual, almost intimate; I’d never been so hyper aware of my own body before. I could feel the scented oils in the water soaking into my sin as well, making it even softer. 

I swam across the bath (that felt weird to think about) to look over all the little bottles and soaps that were displayed on the shelves. I opened a few of the little glass bottles and breathed in the scents; they were strong but it still would have taken a lot to properly scent a bath this big. They didn't look cheap either. 

I felt my heart flutter in my chest, Anna had requested them to be used for my sake. I felt a little guilty; considering I wasn’t really sick. But also, I felt a stirring affection somewhere deep inside me; nobody had ever done anything so nice before and the way Margaret spoke, this wasn’t out of the ordinary. 

I closed my eyes and floated back in the water, remembering how it felt to kiss the other woman back in the limo. How soft her lips had been, how gentle her hands had felt near my neck. I couldn’t help but wonder how those fingers would feel in other, even more sensitive places. 

I felt warmth starting to bloom between my legs that had nothing to do with the bath and I quickly swam to the edge with my face burning. I could see a blush spreading across my whole body; including my tits and thighs which only made me more ashamed of myself. I was supposed to be finding a way out of this life, not enjoying it!

Quickly I climbed out of the bath and felt the cool air hit my hot body, dimming the arousal somewhat but not nearly enough for my liking. I couldn’t help but feel slightly ashamed. I mean, what sort of man enjoyed getting turned on as a woman. It felt wrong, or at least I wished it felt more wrong. 

I redressed myself as best I could; the idea of having a woman dressing me, running her fingers over my body while it was so overly sensitive was…not a good idea. Even if it was my lady in waiting. I slipped into bed and tucked the covers up to my nose, only lowering them slightly when Margaret returned to check on me.

“Do you know where Anna is?” I squeaked.

“I believe she is reading in the library before she retires, did you want me to fetch her early?”

“No, actually, could you ask her to sleep in one of the spare rooms.” We had to have at least three in a house this big. “I don’t want her to catch anything if this is contagious.”

Margaret nodded and slipped out of the room and I curled up on my side; I didn’t trust myself with another warm body in the bed tonight.