The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)
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				Title: <strong>The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 15:47:44</strong>
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				Greg Harris sat in the History section of the university library, passing time after his last class of the day. He still had to get back to his apartment and work through his TA inbox, grading papers, but there wasn't another bus for twenty minutes. He could do with something to eat as well... but he wanted to reach the end of this chapter. After all, he still had his own studies to work through.<br><br>Turning the page, he scratched at the back of his neck, through the short brown hair. His grey eyes glanced up as someone passed nearby - a young co-ed, probably a sophomore at most. Dark hair, fair skin, cute all round. Too young for him by a couple years, but it didn't hurt to look. He'd been single for almost four months now.<br><br>As she turned around, he looked back to his book.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 04:49:36</strong>
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				The girl who had walked by showed Harris more than passing attention, though he was too intent on his reading to see her peeking out of a nearby isle. She had a mischievous look on her face and giggled once, somehow amused by his bored acceptance of his mundane reality. <br><br>She watched him just a bit longer before drifting back into the shadows of the now sparsely populated library. If anyone had been able to see her at that moment, they wouldn't have believed their eyes. In a fluid-like motion, her body morphed into that of a man. The dimensions were different though not vastly so. The man who trotted casually back out was a bit taller and more muscular, though kept the same general features such as hair color. He eyed Greg Harris sideways and smirked before walking out of the building.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 05:01:58</strong>
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				Greg glanced the way the girl had gone, but did not really notice the man passing by. <br><br>After a moment, he turned back to the book, to his barely legible notes in half-remembered shorthand, and continued. Social history - how people acted, what they wore - often seemed more dry than political history with its battles and revolts and the occasional assassination. But, if nothing else, the drawings of pretty girls in old-fashioned dresses were somewhat amusing. How did they ever wear half of this stuff? he wondered idly before closing the book and returning it to the reference shelf, gathering up his notebook and pen, and heading out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 05:33:23</strong>
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				The moment Greg walked out the door the strange dark-haired man approached him. It was possible by the likeness with the girl in the library that the two might be related somehow, but then again...perhaps not? The man didn't look any more familiar with that, yet the way he approached Mr. Harris suggested otherwise. <br><br>"Now... what is a beautiful creature like you doing out on a night like this?" he asked, giving off a charming smile. 
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 05:40:29</strong>
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				Greg blinked, glanced at the man and looked away, trying not to make eye contact. He had no intention of aswering that question...<br><br>He started to back up, his grip on his bag tightening slightly.
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 05:51:38</strong>
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				The handsome man cocked his head to the side and smiled warmly. "Oh.... Did I upset you? I didn't mean to offend you." He held his ground, not wanting to threaten him any. "Its only that I saw how beautiful that you are and I thought I would perhaps get to know you some. Forgive me for being forward, I beg of you. But I'm sure you must know by now how your beauty can move people?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 05:58:21</strong>
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				Greg involuntarily glanced at the strange, smiling man.<br><br>"Sorry... um..." he mumbled, shaking his head slightly, defensively, and taking another step away.
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 06:20:08</strong>
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				"Oh, don't walk away..." the raven-haired man said, standing straight again. He was looking at Greg with hungry eyes but made not immediate move to him. He did notice that his prey wouldn't be able to back too far away before boxing himself in but he hoped it wouldn't come to that. At the moment, though, he couldn't pick up on what his thoughts were, so he only sighed. <br><br>"Tell me what I have to do to gain your trust?" he asked, appearing genuinely hurt.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 19:48:42</strong>
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				"Wh-what?" Greg asked, wanting to keep out of arm's reach. "I'm not. - I'm not interested."<br><br>He wasn't used to men coming on to him, let alone anyone being so blatant about it. <br><br>"Sorry," he mumbled, hoping the man would accept this and leave him alone.
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 21:18:16</strong>
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				"Aww..." The stranger responded. "That might be because you're just confused. Here- " He held out a hand and was over to Greg's side too quickly than what would seem possible. He put an arm around the awkward Professor. His touch was firm but not all that intrusive, there was nothing about it that might make him feel violated, just drawn to the man's side. <br><br>A chuckle escaped the strange man then and the world around the two quickly fell away into darkness. by the time vision had returned, Greg Harris was standing on his own though his new companion could be seen only a few feet away. <br><br>The sound of birds could be heard through an open window, as the two of them were now inside of a bright, ornately-decorated room. The man looked a bit different than before. His hair was a bit lighter and his clothes were no longer modern, he wore a ruffled shirt and short set of breeches. Strolling over to a nearby end table, he grabbed a peach and took a bite. "So, then, what do you think? A setting such as this suits you much better, no?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 04:55:33</strong>
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				Greg wanted to pull away, although the man did not feel exaclty threatening - then everything went black.<br><br>He went to kick and push away in the dark.<br><br>Then his vision cleared, and he let out a gasp of shock and stumbled back. "What - no - what have you done? Wh-where am I?" he asked, his previous nervousness growing to terror.<br><br>He could hear the thick carpet underfoot where there should be concrete. <br><br>He backed up to a wall.<br><br>"What are you doing?" he asked again, his voice trembling with fear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 07:25:40</strong>
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				The man smiled in response to Greg's last question, "Nothing you won't enjoy, you'll see." He kept a small distance from his captive, not wanting to scare him any more than necessary, and moved over to the window. "Now, as for where you are... This is your new home, may its beauty pay yours some small justice. I'm sure I won't have to tell you that you will come to like it eventually, seeing as you most likely already do."<br><br>He wondered if Greg had noticed it yet, for the moment they arrived in this place he had set into motion some changes that would happen over the next small period of time. But he kept the thought to himself at the moment, figuring that Greg would be too caught up with everything else to notice, considering how little had changed thus far. 
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 15:21:14</strong>
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				Greg stayed pinned against the wall. "You can't just kidnap me and... how did you even do it? Did you drug me? P-people will miss me!"<br><br>Seeing the man turn and getting a better look at his costume, he warily looked down at himself.
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 00:14:43</strong>
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				The man chuckled as Greg oggled his new clothing: A light blue cotton bedgown, wrapped and tied about him at the waist. It's sleeves went halfway down Greg's arms and were tied about in such a way that they fluffed out a bit. His biggest surprise, no doubt, would be the white petticoat he wore, peeking under the short bedgown for about another 12 inches. <br><br>"I'm certain people will miss you. I know that I would..." he pouted, "I didn't drug you. I'm above such barbarous things. I merely transported you the most efficient way possible." The sound of horse hooves and carriage wheels could be heard outside the window the stranger had then opened and soon after, there was a light rapping at the door.<br><br>"A-yes, come in." The man said suddenly sounding far more British than he had before (which wasn't at all) He turned to face the door and locked his hands behind his back. An older woman slowly came through the door. She was dressed in the same style that Greg was at the moment only with an apron draped about the waist and a shawl about her shoulders,&nbsp; "Sir." She said cautiously, pausing with her hands still upon the door. "Supper will be ready at five, as you've requested." Her accent was a bit less refined than his, though she spoke clearly. She opened her mouth as if to go on but paused for a moment before crossing the room to stand before them. "Will the lady be needing any assistance?"<br><br>The man shook his head and motioned his hand in a dismissive way. "No, that will be all Marguerite. Thank you." The maid gave a quick courtesy to the both of them before moving to the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 05:04:17</strong>
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				Greg almost choked with shock. "Wh-what have you done to me?" he asked as he saw what he now wore.<br><br>He fell silent, eyes wide with shock, as the woman entered. <br><br>There was a lady as well. Perhaps he could find her... maybe she could help him.<br><br>His thoughts raced as he watched this strange display of outmoded manners, too confused to speak, to run...
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 05:34:52</strong>
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				As his maid left, he turned back and eyed Greg with a cocked eyebrow. "So, then." he remarked, clearly looking his captive up and down. "As Ms. Marguerite had said, supper will be ready at five on the dot ... and you <em>will</em> have to dress, of course." Having said this, he then opened a rather ornate wooden wardrobe that contained several fancy gowns. The exact style and design could not be told by the way they hung on their posts, but they were quite voluminous as was obvious to the small number that were displayed there. <br><br>Just underneath the closet-like part of the wardrobe was a set of 3 drawers. The man pulled the top one open to reveal a scant collection of frilly lady's undergarments. The man deliberately avoided gazing into the drawer but gave Greg a look that clearly told him that he knew what was there before moving over and sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed. He gave Mr. Harris a few moments to collect himself before saying or doing anything else.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 00:58:34</strong>
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				"What?!" Greg exploded. "You kidnap me and now you want me to dress as a woman?" <br><br>He shook with outrage, feeling the soft petticoat rustle against his legs.<br><br>"You can't do this to me! I'm a man! My name is Gregory Harris! Take me home NOW!"
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 03:37:36</strong>
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				"Calm down." said the man in a rather commanding tone. "I know that its a shock - but you're <em>not</em> going home. Well, not back to where you were anyway." He gave that same charming smile again. "This <em>is</em> your new home, now." <br><br>He thought it might be time to have Mr. Harris face the facts of the new reality before him, so he crossed the room again to stand a few feet away. "You're nowhere near that other place. This isn't the same place <em>or</em> the same time. Eventually you will come to accept and love it here, I know you will."<br><br>Then, right before his captive's eyes the man shifted in appearance again. The creature standing before Greg was now female once more, her frame slighter than the male appearance she had just wore and since she hadn't changed her clothing, the shirt hung off her a bit, exposing just a glimpse at her beautiful, round breasts. She raised a finger to her mouth to silence Greg and then tossed her -now dark auburn - hair over one shoulder. "As for your name..." she went on with and impish giggle. "You will have to come up with one eventually. And should you refuse... well, then, we'll have to find one for you. Now..." She crossed to the wardrobe and pulled out what clearly was a corset. "Now... You must dress for dinner. I will help you if you wish or call another to aid you if you prefer." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 02:19:15</strong>
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				Greg almost screamed, letting out a strangled choking gasp instead, as anger turned to shock as he stared at the woman his captor had become.<br><br>"H-how did you...?" he trailed off, staring at her in frightened disbelief. He barely registered what she was saying, barely glanced at the corset she held up.<br><br>"Whuh... what are you gonna do to me?"
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 02:42:26</strong>
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				"We're going to change you." she responded. "Now, with dinner approaching, you haven't even 45 minutes to get dressed. Do we need to do this the hard way?" She slinked in close and began undoing his gown. "Or will you behave like a good girl and make this easy?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 03:00:06</strong>
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				"Y-you're going to... turn me into a girl?" he gasped. "But... I don't want to be a girl! Please! Don't - don't do this!"
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 03:14:57</strong>
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				"Now, now..." she said, pulling open his wrapped gown, exposing his developing breasts. "It isn't like your body hasn't already shown your willingness to change." she teased, sticking her tongue out and turning him to face a gilded mirror on the wall by the door. "Oh, come now. You <em>were</em> curious about these things..." She cupped his small breasts for a moment before turning back to motion at the wardrobe. "You do want to find out how they're worn, yes?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 03:17:53</strong>
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				He stared in horror at his chest, then stumbled as she whirled him around. He started to scream - a high, shrill sound.<br><br>"No! Oh God, please, no!" he cried, his eyes watering as he stumbled, shivering with shock, wanting to run, more likely to faint.
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 04:46:05</strong>
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				The girl pouted in response to Greg's outburst and drew back. She took a moment and then spoke again, quietly. "Greg. All I ask of you now is to dress and dine with me. If you can bring yourself to accompany for a while perhaps I can arrange for your trip back home?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 04:56:48</strong>
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				Greg hugged himself, almost managing to cover his developing breasts. "Y-you... I... alright." <br><br>He lowered his head, feeling a tear trickle down his now entirely smooth cheek.<br><br>"I'll... I'll do what you want."
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 05:18:29</strong>
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				The girl smiled at him and gingerly touched his cheek, brushing his tears away. "Perhaps giving you my name might help in some way. Riinastra." She said with some formality. "Do you wish to dress yourself? I can look away until you're ready to be laced in?" <br><br>She turned around then, putting her back to Greg. "You have to realize how beautiful you are..."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 05:25:18</strong>
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				He allowed her to dry his tears, managing not to flinch away from her touch.<br><br>As she turned away, he looked at the array of exotic underwear before him.<br><br>"I... I don't know how. I'll..." He swallowed hard. "I will need help to dress as you want me."
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 00:42:11</strong>
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				She nodded and continued to slowly undress him, taking the time to pull the silky fabric across his bare skin. Her hands were gentle and her touch was light as she removed his bedgown and draped an elegant lavender chemise over his petticoat, its sleeves ended with a touch of white lace. Next, she walked behind him and brought the corset in front with both hands, wrapping her arms around him. She caught his eyes in the mirror to be sure she had his attention as she moved the corset together in back. "Now, you'll have to take a deep breath to make sure that I can't lace this too tightly."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 05:04:05</strong>
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				He grimaced as he stood exposed in the petticoat, biting his lip to keep from screaming as he saw his hairless skin and budding breasts. The silky chemise felt good, cool and smooth, but the design shouted femininity... and then this strange woman wrapped the corset around him.<br><br>He breathed deeply, gritted his teeth and prepared for the worst.
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 02:04:23</strong>
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				She laced him snugly into his corset, but was not at all rough about it. Next she placed hip and bustle pads on him, tying them about his waist. A few moments later she was at his chest, lacing up one of the elaborate gowns from the wardrobe and then pinned an embroidered panel over the gown's lacings. The gown split just beneath the low-dipped waist, exposing just a bit of Greg's petticoat. <br><br>After dressing him, she set a pair of heels on the floor before him and sized him up with her eyes. His hair was growing but not at all long enough to fit the feminine ideal of the era they were now in. "Hmmm.... what to do with your hair?" she wondered aloud. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 02:43:47</strong>
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				Greg coughed and blinked as she tied the corset around him. It pushed up his swelling chest, giving him even an more apparent bosom. He stood unresisting as she fastened and trapped him a sumptuous dress.<br><br>Swaying under the weight of these skirts and the discomfort of the corset, he stepped into the high heels, putting out a slender hand to steady himself, his head spinning.<br><br>"I... I don't know," he answered her probably rhetorical question.
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 03:23:07</strong>
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				She led him gently to a chair nearby, having him sit to steady himself. "Powdered wigs are all but out of style now... but I'm sure we could at least get away with one." She appraised his constitution once again and shook her head. "On second thought, it would be far more prudent not to throw a wig on you and have you deal with even more weight and things to disturb your breathing and comfort." <br><br>Greg's captor shifted back into the form of a man once again and raised a hand to his chin, closing his eyes in thought for a moment. "Hmmm..." he looked back at Greg and nodded. "I know... You'll have a beautiful hat ... and we're eat out in the gardens. How does that sound? You <em>do</em> look like you could use some fresh air."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 15:58:18</strong>
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				Greg sat back, trying to catch his breath. "Powdered wigs?" he whispered in disbelief.<br><br>Then he blinked and shuddered as the woman became a man again, towering over him as he sat there trapped in a gleaming pink satin dress, feeling his chest heave and seem to grow with each breath.<br><br>"Y-yes," he gasped, his voice high and soft. "Please."
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				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 22:48:47</strong>
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				Greg's captor helped him back to his feet and led him down the hall. A few moments later they reached a magnificent landing, with stairs leading downward on the side they walked onto and the opposite side as well. When they reached the bottom of the stairs the maid was there again, wringing her hands inside of an apron.<br><br>"Marguerite," said the man, "We'll be taking our dinner out in the garden, please."<br><br>"Yes, sir." she responded while bustling off into another room. <br><br>The man looked at Greg again, inspecting his condition before leading him through a sitting room and out of a side door. The sun was setting behind them, leaving a glorious mix of orange and purple in the sky above. He motioned to a white table and chairs nearby where a silver tea serving tray was being set by another maid. <br><br>"Please, sit..."&nbsp; the man said, searching Greg's face for his reaction. "I will give you a delicious meal and answer any questions you might have."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 16:54:41</strong>
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				Greg did not resist as he was lead through the grand mansion, but his natural curiosity about the place was overwhelmed by his shock and shame at being dressed like this, and changed to suit it. He felt skirts slither around his legs, high heels press on his feet... long curls of hair tickle his exposed shoulders. He was trapped like this... like a girl.<br><br>Feeling the skirts fall a step after him, having to lift the front to step down, he flt close to tumbling again.<br><br>He fell into the seat gratefully, shifting to accommodate the pads exaggerating his hips.<br><br>"Why have you done this to me?" he whimpered, pleading.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 02:13:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man sighed a little and gracefully poured tea for the both of them before answering. "Oh... many reasons. I could say 'because I wanted to' but I'm certain that wouldn't satisfy your curiosity." he chuckled a little while he slowly pushed a teacup towards Greg, "In fact, one of the reasons why you're here <em>is</em> to satisfy your curiosity. Ironic? Perhaps. But - I know that you were at least curious as to how these clothes are worn; as to what its like..." he leaned in close, folding his hands before him. "to be a woman. I want to give that to you. I want to teach you what you wish to learn and watch you transform - watch you blossom into your full potential, so to speak." He closed his eyes and took a sip from his own cup. "Does that answer your question well enough?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 02:03:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was... was just thinking it must hurt. And it does. I... you've proved that to me," Greg moaned softly. "You can stop... changing me now. Let me go back. I, I promise I won't tell anyone about you. I just... want to live my own life." He could feel his eyes watering, and his voice cracked, becoming higher in pitch, softer. He swallowed hard... and felt his Adam's apple pull in tightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 02:28:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man sat back and cocked his head to the side. "I'm afraid there's nothing to be done about it now." he said matter-of-factly. "Now that it has started you will just have to ride it out until your transformation is complete."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 15:34:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Al-alright. How long will it be?" He asked miserably in his new voice.<br><br>He looked down at the china cup, and reached out a hand... seeing it was now smaller, with slim fingers, he stared at it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 21:05:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged. "It all depends. The change is gradual, because I wouldn't want it to harm you. Your body will accept it at its own rate. Until then... you could bring yourself to call me by my name? Brizolin." He stated. As exotic as the word was, it rolled easily off the tongue. <br><br>"And you?" he said, lowering his head to look Greg in his eyes. "What should your new name be?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 13:13:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Brizolin," Greg repeated.<br><br>"I... don't know." He looked down and away, blushing with shame. "I'm Greg, I'm not a... girl..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 21:28:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Briz kept his gaze on Greg's eyes, "Oh?" he said. "What makes you so certain of that?" He moved his eyes down toward Greg's lower section for a moment, attempting to hint that&nbsp; he should follow. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 19:20:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can change me... dress me like this... but I know who I am..."<br><br>Greg relucantly lowered his gaze, already suspecting what he was going to see.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 19:34:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was nothing to be seen on the outside of his clothing - safe for breasts that seemed to be constantly growing - but underneath Greg could most likely feel his male parts receding if he were to shift slightly in his dress. <br><br>"I don't believe that your gender decides who you are as a person." Briz said, staring blankly at Greg. "You might find that the life and body of a woman suits you just fine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 19:37:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Easy for you to say," Greg replied, trying to sound sharp but instead sounding frightened as well as increasingly girlish. "You can just be whoever you like. I'm a man!" <br><br>His raised voice as he said this was completely feminine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 20:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brizolin let burst a bit of unintentional laughter at the seemingly ridiculous statement. A moment later, he had calmed himself quickly and raised an mocking eyebrow at Greg. <br><br>"Why don't you enjoy the experience while it lasts? It will be over before you realize and then you'll wonder what the fuss was all about." he took a deep sigh and finished off his tea just as a wait staff of 3 approached them to clear the table and bring the first course of dinner. <br><br>"Ah... " Briz looked to Greg with a look that might show a warning against acting up. "Tomato bisque. Its a lovely soup but I'm afraid I've yet to find what all of your tastes are. Hopefully, after tonight, I will know which foods you prefer so that I can better serve you if we are to dine again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 17:28:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... most people find it hard to enjoy experiences they're forced into. Something you might want to remember if you... do this to someone else."<br><br>Greg bit his soft, full lip as the servants approached, saying nothing before they were away. He looked down at the plate of soup.<br><br>"So how long do you plan to hold me?" he asked flatly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 21:36:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Briz shrugged, "We'll see..." was all he said, taking a spoonful of the soup. <br><br>"I have no plans to 'do' this to anyone... but you, of course." he smiled. Greg's attention to his - now fuller - lips drew his captor's eyes to them and he licked his own slightly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 00:00:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Restraining all but a hint of a frown, Greg picked up the soup spoon, flexing the fingers of his dainty hand. His frown deepened at this, but he continued, taking a spoonful and raising it to his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 00:03:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brizolin leaned forward a bit, resting his elbows on the table. "Its good, is it not? Do you enjoy it?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 04:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg fought the instinct to flinch away. He had to play along, he knew.<br><br>"A bit creamy, I think. I prefer cream on... cake..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 02:08:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see..." Briz nodded, "We'll be having cake later."<br><br>He could sense the awkwardness between them and he so hoped that it would start to diminish. Realizing that Greg wouldn't accept these changes so easily, let alone forgive his captor, he gave a sigh.<br><br>A few moments later the staff came to clear the soup bowls and bring out a small salad. Brizolin sat back and let them remove his tableware and watched Greg with a sad expression.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 05:17:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing the sigh, Greg looked up, eyes narrowing slightly. He concentrated on drinking a bit more of the sweet soup rather than commenting on it. If this being could read minds, he could surely tell that Greg was happy to disappoint him.<br><br>He sat back, with a slight wince as the corset dug into his back. And he shivered as he felt something brush against his exposed upper back... reaching around warily, he felt hair. His hair was past shoulder length now, soft curls growing out. What more was this... person going to do to him?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 08:23:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brizolin shook his head at Greg's show of defiance but gave a wise smile in return. Knowing that there was little he could do to change his mind, he decided to change his strategy instead. He didn't want to force Greg into anything, although the thought of shifting back into female and having some forced fun with him <em>did</em> happen to cross his mind.<br><br>In stead, he decided to not give his captive the chance to displease him. "Killing with kindness," as they say. He smiled and looked at his companion longingly. "I do have to say that you are particularly lovely when you give me that face."<br><br>In truth, he did adore Greg in his own way. He had been watching his daily affairs for a little while before deciding to take him and he learned that he had been a dedicated, but lonely man. He had come to a certain fondness for him and hoped to have that in return some day. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 19:15:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg's grimace deepened at that, inevitably. He could hardly force a smile.<br><br>He picked up the salad fork and held it tightly, looking for something on the plate to stab.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 04:07:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Briz laughed whole-heartedly at Greg's managed display. He waited until the waitstaff moved on before shifting into the auburn-haired female once again.<br><br>Afterward, she slunk behind Greg and moved the soft curls away from his neck to kiss him there. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 17:25:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg followed the beautiful woman with his eyes, then shivered at the kiss.<br><br>"S-stop that... I... I agreed to have dinner, th-that's all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 00:09:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You see the difference?" she whispered into his ear. "The smooth skin of a lady's neck..." she ran a finger gently up and down the left side of his neck, pausing momentarily just behind his ear. "makes it so sensitive to the touch..." <br><br>She laughed in a low, seductive sort of way. "Isn't it a lady's prerogative to change her mind?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 00:24:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivered at her masterful touch. It did feel wonderful...<br><br>"I'm not a lady," he insisted in his soft, completely feminine voice. "Just... don't. Please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 03:51:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moved and sat at the corner edge of the table and reached out to stroke his smooth cheek. "The bodice of your gown might be getting a little tight." she said, glancing down at his ever-growing bosom. "If you want I can .. 'losen' it for you." Her tone was completely flirting and she arched her eyebrows at him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 03:58:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped as he felt the tightness around his chest. "Please," he whimpered meekly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 04:15:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brizolin, the lady, saw the waitstaff approaching with their next course of food and she took her graceful form off of the table so they could switch the plates. <br><br>"A light sorbet to cleans the pallet?" an oddly-speaking maid asked, just before setting down a small scoop of pink frozen dessert before Greg and on Briz's side of the table. The waitstaff didn't seem to notice his shift to female, or if they had they must have just accepted it as normal. <br><br>"I will gladly aid you in that, my lady." Briz took a quick bow. "Before the servants head back to the kitchen would you tell them what you would prefer for your main course. I believe we have fish and .. duck? on the menu tonight." she turned to the staff.<br><br>"Turkey, lord... " Marguerite responded. "There was no duck in the market today."<br><br>Shee nodded and turned back to Greg. "Well then, Turkey or fish. Although, if neither is to your liking, we will have something especially prepared for you." She flashed the same dazzling smile that she had while in the guise of a man. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 04:21:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg stared in disbelief at the staff no reacting at all to this change. He blinked at the pale pink sorbet as if he'd never seen the like.<br><br>"Ahh, the... the... turkey," he responded meekly as he realised that he was being addressed.<br><br>He lowered his head again, trying to avoid eye contact with all of these madpeople, and gripped the rim of the table, as if expecting to fall to his death if he let go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 04:39:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Briz nodded and most of the staff left but one stately looking gentleman remained and approached Greg. "My Lady, might I inquire as to if you have a preference of wine to be served with your dinner?"<br><br>Briz had slid back into her chair momentarily and was taking tiny spoonfuls of the sorbet and melting them on her tongue. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be enjoying the taste of it a little too much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 15:32:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg managed not to scowl at the man. "What goes with turkey?" he asked. "I do not drink much wine at any rate."<br><br>He glanced over at his captor enjoying herself. He could run, never look back... but she was his only hope of becoming himself again, instead of whatever he now was.<br><br>He took a spoonful of sorbet and forced himself to try it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 21:56:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sorbet was cool and creamy and had a berry taste that was difficult to place. All together it was pleasant and a very real rarity to have something frozen in the summer time before freezers were available.<br><br>Briz smiled at Greg from across the table and then winked at the manservant. "Ah, Beaujolais nouveau will do fine, thank you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 02:33:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg nodded meekly, taking another spoonful of the sorbet before the man left. He wanted to spit it out, but had to restrain himself, to play the willing guest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 03:38:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Briz looked at Greg all the while, taking in his every reaction to the new environment. "If you don't like the sorbet, you don't have to eat it." She moved across to him, taking her old seat on the corner of the table and leaned in close. "I wouldn't force anything past those beautiful lips that you did not want to have there..." As she said it she brushed a finger across the lips she spoke of, gazing at them with pure adoration.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 03:43:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He set down the spoon as his captor approached, keeping still despite the urge to flee... even as she ran a finger across his sensitive lips.<br><br>He felt a shiver run through him. Not fear... excitement? <br><br>He started to blush at the very idea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 03:53:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The auburn-haired lady raised her eyebrows at his reaction. Taking his chin with a few of her soft fingers, she leaned close and gave him a quick, soft kiss. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 03:56:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He did not resist her touch, but he closed his lips during the kiss, blinking.<br><br>"Don't. I... don't do this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 04:30:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sat back, leaning on her hands that she placed behind her on the table. "Hmmm... I'm not sure how to take what you said. You said 'don't', all right, so I won't kiss you there. But was the next line. 'I don't do this?' or... just a mix of thoughts?" she tapped a finger against her own lips, thoughtfully. <br><br>"No matter.." she went on, moving behind her captive, she tied a ribbon about his long hair and traced a finger along the side of his neck once again before sitting back in her chair. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 04:49:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed fiercely at her amused tone, even as he let her tie a pink ribbon in his now long, curled hair. <br><br>He shivered again at the touch of her finger down his smooth neck, but clenched his fists trying to hide it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 05:07:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't have to fight it so much." she cooed. "Isn't there a little part of you that is enjoying all this attention?"<br><br>Soon after she finished speaking the servants returned with plates of turkey and dressing for the both of them. With the smell of the sorbet lingering in the air, it almost smelled like Thanksgiving. The same servant who had asked about the wine stepped forward to pour them both a shallow glass, placing the bottle back on the table and leaving with the others afterward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 05:11:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," Greg gasped, a little too forcefully to sound entirely convincing.<br><br>He breathed a small sigh of relief when the servants entered, watching the food arriving with only his eyes really moving.<br><br>"Thank you," he murmured to the head servant, his voice soft and girlish.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 05:22:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Methinks the lady doth protest too much" Brizolin quoted with a chuckle while taking a bite of her food. <br><br>"That was very sweet of you to thank the servers." she gave that same, adoring smile. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 05:24:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg blinked, and lowered his gaze. He looked to the cutlery, glancing over to see which his captor was using. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 05:47:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soup and salad out of the way, Brizolin was now onto the second fork in, it was larger than the salad fork and was about the size of an average one. She held the turkey steady with a small knife and flaked off small pieces of the meat to pick up. All of this was very casual, as if she didn't really care how she was eating.<br><br>She simply smiled and watched as Greg tried to acclimate himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 05:43:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Picking up the matching knife and fork, Greg started to work at the meat. It seemed a little tougher than it looked... was he really so much weaker? <br><br>He cut away a morsel and lifted it to his lips.<br><br>It was tender, just right.<br><br>As he cut another mouthful, he idly wondered what the knife would do to this shapeshifting creature playing host. Probably next to nothing...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 07:14:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brizolin gave Greg a full 2 minutes to enjoy his food before she spoke again. "I know you said you're not much of a wine drinker, but if you give it a sip you may find your newly refurnished taste buds find that it has a bit more appeal." She reached forward and took a sip of her own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 20:45:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg blinked as she broke the silence, and nodded slightly. "O-of course." He lifted the crystal glass and took a small sip as instructed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 06:47:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Its a french red wine, well more of a purplish-pink color, if you ask me." Brizolin chuckled a little. It was light and fruity with notes of pear and banana. Greg's captor swirled her wine and took another sip, peering with sultry eyes over the top of her glass. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 04:03:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg licked his full lips once, then sighed softly. "It's excellent," he murmured quietly and set the glass down, returning his gaze to the plate as he picked up his knife again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 20:29:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm happy to hear that you approve." Briz said, smiling. There was still an awkward tension between the two of them and it displeased her but she knew that there was no way to "force" Greg to enjoy his time with her. <br><br>A sigh escaped her and for just a moment she looked sad. A moment later she took another sip of the wine and returned to her food.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 04:33:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg glanced up at the sigh.<br><br>"Am I disappointing you?" he asked softly, warily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 05:28:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," Briz replied, cheerily, "Not for a moment, my dear." She smiled and leaned her head onto her left hand. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 19:21:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good," he replied. He was worried that she would claim he had not tried hard enough and keep him like this even longer...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 19:25:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she finished the meal, Marguerite returned to take her plate. "If you will excuse me for a moment..." Briz said, gesturing at Greg.<br><br>The maid stayed by the table for the few minutes the master of the home was away. "Is there anything I can get you , my lady?" she asked of Greg.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 19:48:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg turned to Marguerite with a wan smile. "Could you tell me... where do you come from?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 03:23:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Where <em>I</em> come from, M'lady?" she seemed confused and brought a hand to her chest to indicate herself. "Well, I was born in Paris but my family is Brittish.... Why is it that you ask?"<br><br>A few moments later Brizolin returned, now in the guise of a male and carrying a long, flat box with him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 03:28:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I only wondered... where milord found such capable staff." He could see no hint that the maid was holding anything back.<br><br>He looked back at Brizolin, eyes narrowing slightly at his display of casually changing gender, and then at the box his male self carried.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 03:40:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite smiled warmly, touched by Greg's simple compliment. She looked to Briz when he entered and then courtesyed and left after he gave her a smile and a dismissive gesture. <br><br>After she made her way back inside, Briz moved to Greg and leaned against the table. "I have a gift for you." he said. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 04:10:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What is it?" he asked quietly, looking from the man to the box. Feeling small and weak next to this devilish manly figure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 04:46:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Briz grinned and slid the box in front of Greg, allowing him to undo the clasps. Inside was a beautiful necklace with far more diamonds than anyone would ever dare wear publicly in Greg's home in the future.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 23:42:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped, eyes widening as he gazed at it. "I can't... possibly..." He shooks his head slowly at the idea of accepting this. <br><br>"It's too much and, too..." Too feminine, he thought, reminded of his being clothed in a pink silk dress. If he accepted this, what would his captor make of that?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 03:51:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A chuckle came, though whether it was in response to Greg's thoughts or his words was unknown. Briz picked up the jeweled necklace and ran the fingers of one of his hands over it for a moment. "Well, surely it will do no harm for you to try it on?" he asked. He stood and moved to Greg's side, gently sweeping his curls to one side of his neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 04:06:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg tried to suppress a shiver at being touched by his captor, but couldnot entirely... having his hair stroked and neck caressed felt so enticing. <br><br>He clenched his fists tight to distract himself.<br><br>"As you like, sir," he said meekly. "I couldn't refuse your... hospitality."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 04:23:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brizolin deftly placed the cool necklace against Greg's bare skin and clasped it behind his neck. For a moment afterward he paused, but apparently decided against whatever he was going to do and moved back to his seat. <br><br>"Well, my dear," he began, folding his hands before him, his elbows upon the table. "I think that some time tomorrow I can take you home." he knew that news would make Greg happier than any gift he could place before him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 02:40:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg did not hide the shiver at how cool the diamonds were.<br><br>Or his relieved, grateful smile at the news. "And I'll... be a man again?" he asked, half hoping for a yes, half fearing a no.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 03:47:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The strange man nodded. "Of course... If that is what you wish then I'll be sure to bring you to your home in the exact same condition that I took you in." He sighed. "Although... you may have to forgive me if it takes just a little while longer. I cannot reverse your condition until its complete."<br><br>He paused and folded his arms on the table. "Only you could tell me how much of a woman you have already become."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 22:04:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg grimaced. "I don't know. I don't <em>want</em> to know." <br><br>He feared what he would see if he looked in a mirror. Would he even recognise himself at all, or only see the girl he had been forced to become? What did it mean that he could be changed so easily?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 05:22:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Briz shook his head and shrugged. "Well you're likely going to have to 'see for yourself' eventually. I doubt you'd like me poking around under your skirts." He looked away. "Better to do it yourself, I believe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 00:35:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, sir," Greg said meekly. "I'll do as you ask, of course."<br><br>The implied hint that his captor might reminded him to act more agreeably.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 04:36:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No worries." the lord of the house responded. "We'll have the rest of the night and, likely, it will take at least a few more hours. For now, I suppose we could just enjoy our food." He smiled.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 02:35:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll try," Greg replied softly, seeming cowed. He looked back at the plates in front of him, and down at his heaving, growing chest, now gleaming with diamonds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 07:41:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It suits you." Briz said softly. "Which is not to say that I think a woman's necklace most becomes you. I am aware that you are attached to your gender now and I understand." He took a deep breath and cocked his head. "It is only that a bit of extravagance generally seems too contrived upon most people. But you wear the jewels well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 18:50:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh... thank you," he said softly after a pause to process this strange compliment. "I... I imagine your female self would look... lovely like this. Better than me, I'm sure."<br><br>He wanted to focus his attention on that idea - seeing the beautiful girl he'd been entrapped by originally dressed up as prettily as... as he now was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 18:53:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brizolin laughed jovially, his deeper voice slowly shifting in pitch as he shifted forms again. "I have to admit," she said, winking. "Playing dress-up is fun. This may be why I decided to come here to begin with." She gave him a discerning look at shook her head. "No, that sort of jewelry isn't for me. I prefer something with a little more flow in the metal... Perhaps I'll show you later." <br><br>Her last words were a bit distracted as she saw the staff was returning with their final course. Marguerite smiled and placed a fancy trivet down before the the both of them, its contents a sweet-smelling cake. Briz smiled and winked again. "You said you liked cream..." she poked a finger onto the generous amount of frosting and licked it off. "on your cake, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 21:12:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg gave a slight nod in reply to the offer - threat? - of being shown more of his captor's preferences later.<br><br>Seeing a beautiful girl slowly and playfully licking her fingers might have given him a small thrill... but he feared the part of him that might respond was dead to such stimuli. "I did say that," he responded timidly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jilorbb</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 21:27:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please..." Briz responded, motioning toward the pastry. "Try it. I do hope you like it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transition (Beatrice Black and jilorbb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 14:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," he replied, taking a small slice. After all, how much more could it affect him to eat the food than what had already been done to him?<br><br>Sitting back, feeling the skirts shift around his legs, he took a forkful and raised it to his soft pink lips.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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