NB Although all of the great houses and historical figures are real, current period characters are purely from my imagination and have no link with anyone living or dead.

Part 3 Finding Myself

The girls helped me carry my booty home and both gave me a cheek kiss before they left. My mother and I carried things up to my room and dumped everything on the bed as we went back for more. When I looked I saw that she had been busy while I was down the road; my room was now much more fitting as a girls’ room, my macho posters gone, and the wardrobe and drawers standing open, waiting for me to fill up again.

We hung, folded and stored everything except a nice gown and a nightie. My mother then took me into the bathroom where I was shown what items I now used and how I used them. She then showed me how to remove the make-up the girls had put on my face and, when I looked in the mirror I could see how much it helped. I had gone from pretty to stunning with just a few coats of paint.

I undressed after that and put on the nightie and gown, joining my parents downstairs for a cup of hot cocoa before bed. My father told me that Tristan seemed to be taking being alive quite well, almost as much as I was taking being changed into a girl. I told him that neither of us could do much about it now unless we ran across a modern witch who could turn me back. My mother said “Do you want to turn back?” and I had to think about that.

I said “The problems I see are all around my new identity. I did my learners test as Brian, I can’t see them letting non-Brian taking the practical. I am enrolled in the University as Brian, all my paperwork, my banking, even my library card, are as Brian.” My father just said “None of those are insurmountable. I was wondering how you wanted to go through life. As a man you would be a worker and respected for that; as a woman you will walk the fine line between respect and ridicule. You will get up every day having to decide what to wear, how to act and how to stay safe. Do you really want that?”

I thought a bit, looked at my mother and said “It didn’t do my mother any harm. She had a good career and created a family. What can a man do that tops that?” My mother smiled and said “She got you there, Bill, not a woman for twenty-four hours yet and she already can shoot a mere man down in flames, and, if I am not wrong, captured a young mans’ heart.” I blushed. She then said “Tomorrow we need to go to the salon and get you sorted out, that hair needs taming and the eyebrows are too bushy. We will also get you some more basic bits of underwear and nightwear to see you right. Then we will have to find you some shoes, you will not be living in sneakers every day like you did as Brian.”

My father then said “Yes, Brian, we can’t call you that any more. Have you any idea what you would like to be called in future, so we can start getting the ID changes under way.” I thought and asked “If I had been born this way, what had you picked?” My mother smiled and said “Beverley, dear, you would have been Beverley Francis Fulton.” I contemplated it and considered that Beverley Bourchier may be nice and then nodded, saying “Beverley it is, then; let us do it!”

I had a fitful sleep, being firstly unable to find a comfortable position but not wanting to sleep on my back; secondly because I was having flashbacks of the moment the spell changed me, maybe for good. I did end up on my left side with my knees bent and my right hand clutching my left breast and finally went to sleep. I suppose previous experience took over during the night because I half-woke with my left nipple being caressed and the fingers of my left hand between my legs. It was something I had done with Sarah and it seemed to have made her happy so I allowed habit to take over and the end result was the most amazing orgasm I had ever had, it seemed to roll through me like thunder and then came back for more.

I was shaken when I went out to the toilet to relieve myself and went back to bed to contemplate what had just happened. If this was what being a girl was about; there was no way I would want to go back. It was about two in the morning and I wondered how Tristan was sleeping and, of course, I started to think about things he and I could do together and at about three I was back in the toilet to clean myself up after an experience that would never have crossed my mind as Brian. The spell must have been very powerful, even cast wrongly by a child.

When I did wake next day I felt as if I had crossed the line. I would embrace the new me and be the best princess I could be, if not for Tristan then for some other strong man who could pleasure me and look after me and my children. I went to the bathroom and showered, washing my long hair for the first time and finding out how difficult it was to get it dry again. My mother finally came to my aid with her hair drier and a brush. She quietly said “I woke in the night and I think I heard you find yourself. It is something we girls all do but usually earlier in life. It did sound as if you liked it.” I did blush as I nodded.

Today I dressed as a proper lady, one of the dresses I had snared yesterday being a mid-calf shift in bright orange. There was even a pair of sling-backs that just about fitted. When I looked in the mirror it was a stunning sight with my black hair against the orange. I could tell why Sarah had discarded the dress; her blondeness would not have done it justice. I was a little late for breakfast and my father had already gone over the road. I sat at the kitchen table to eat while my mother listed all of the things that I needed to have done before she was satisfied that her daughter was presentable in Coggeshall society.

She helped me apply some make-up and we walked into the town. The first stop was the salon she frequented where they said they could fit me in later in the day. The next shop was a shoe store where she spent a fair bit getting me fitted with some everyday shoes and a couple of pairs of boots; steering clear of anything remotely sporty. They put our bags aside for us to pick up and we then went to a place that would have been totally alien to me before, being stocked with things I had only seen in magazines and, sometimes on Sarah in our most intimate moments. We spent an hour there and I must say I enjoyed it after getting past that first moment of apprehension.

I did ask her about the cost and she told me that it was expected that daughters cost more than sons to outfit and that I had been a very cheap son to clothe, being careful with what I had. She said “Beverley, a girl has to look good or else she gets a reputation as a tramp. You look good and you feel good and it makes you do good things. Looking good helps you study, looking good helps you interact with everyone and looking good will get you a good man. It is all in the presentation. A first impression is more important for a girl because it will show the direction in how you will be treated by normal people. Of course, there will be those who do not care about how you look; only what they can get out of you, and they are the ones you have to watch out for.”

We picked up the shoe bags on our way back to the salon and everything was piled into a corner for my mother to pick up with the car. I then discovered that the spell only worked on my structure, not those other things. In the fifteen hundreds women did not go to the lengths that they do today so my body now needed to have all the hair that looked good on a boy taken away. I was waxed to within an inch of my life and appointments made for future treatments. My hair was washed again, cut and shaped and then I had the mani-ped works, wondering why I needed painted toenails that were usually hidden in shoes. I also wondered how on earth I was going to manage with the extra half an inch of bright red fingernails that were now firmly attached.

The final part was having my ears pierced and then a full make-up session where we found out what my palette was and a parcel made up of the products that worked best for me. The lady who worked on me commented that she was looking forward to getting me ready for a social occasion because she said I would look fabulous in full evening make-up and my hair put up, a real centre-fold for the social pages. I was finding the attention nice, if a little difficult to believe.

We put the essentials into the new bag I had been carrying; lipstick always needing to be ready. I had my old wallet and some papers in it so we went off to have a bite to eat in the little café before going to the police station to ask about my driving test. In this day and age, post-covid, whenever you did anything important, like getting a learners permit, they issued a photo ID with vax information. They also took a swab for drugs, another to get a DNA profile and even put your fingerprints on file. The covid and the lockdowns had allowed Big Brother to gain the upper hand and I suppose the next step would be an injected ID.

At this time, though, it was a help. After the initial disbelief that I was the person on the photo, they pulled my file and then compared my fingerprints which were only different in area, a girl having smaller fingers. As an extra comparison they did the swabs and told me to come back later that week so that they could re-issue the paperwork with my new picture and the proper gender shown. This would go a long way to getting the rest of my paperwork changed and to getting my new name registered.

Back at home I started dinner while my mother took the car to collect our purchases. My father came in with Tristan following, looking every inch a modern lad in some of my old clothes. When my mother got back he helped us carry the bags to my room and I was little embarrassed as he took in the starkness of it. I so wanted him to see my girlness and this plain room did nothing for my image. Still, he gave me that wonderful smile which made my tummy quiver. He then said “Princess, every time we meet, you have become more beautiful than before.” So I put my arms around his neck and kissed him for the second time. This time I was not blown away but, instead, melted into a quivering mass of jelly until our lips parted. He looked startled but then smiled again, saying, “Thank you, my Princess, for giving me my life back. I am sure that there would be a nobleman who will woo you better than I. I have nothing except that which has been given me; I am a nothing.”

I said “Tristan, you are not a nothing. You are a wonderful man who has to find your way in a world that you could never have imagined. You will do well, I know it, and if you think that you need wealth and status to have my love you are so wrong” and I kissed him again.

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