Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)
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				Title: <strong>Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 23:12:26</strong>
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				Miss Clara Price (http://www.vintagevictorian.com/images/hb_feb_24_94_det.jpg) fanned herself as she gazed around the upper foyer of the Royal Albert Hall. The performance by the orchestra was due to begin in a matter of moments, and she was quite alone. She had expected to be met by one of her coven, but a last-minute telegram confirmed that she would not be attending.<br><br>None of the ladies and gentlemen waiting to be seated in their private boxes knew of her mystical power, but she was the talk of London's hidden occult societies. Her skills in bodily healing and alteration were second to none, and there were whispers among jealous dabblers that she had used her powers to make herself as beautiful as she was...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 23:25:05</strong>
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				Quentin Lockhart looked over the famed Royal Albert Hall.&nbsp; The large Texan was still rather new to London, he was only here on a few matters of business.&nbsp; He had been invited to tonight's show and frankly he was prepared to be bored stiff.&nbsp; He had spent the last half hour or so trying the Hall bar's fine selections of whisky and now all he needed was a pretty lady to keep him occupied throughout tonight's performance.<br><br>The larger American lout looked around the room before his eyes fell on the pretty Miss Price.&nbsp; He didn't know anything about her nor the rumors.&nbsp; All he knew was that she was a pretty lady on her own.&nbsp; He strolled over and grinned a bit. "Howdy ma'am.&nbsp; How do you do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 23:44:15</strong>
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				Clara looked at the man questioningly, noting his accent and mannerisms, then gave him a gracious smile. <br><br>"I am quite well, thank you sir, and you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 23:53:16</strong>
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				He grinned a bit looking her up and down.&nbsp; It was quiet obvious that he was checking her out, even when sober he was not a master of tact.&nbsp; "I was just wondering what a pretty lady such as yourself is doing here all alone and wondered if maybe old Quentin could be of some assistance?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 23:57:08</strong>
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				She arched an eyebrow but her smile remained polite. "I expected to be joined by a friend," she informed him in even tones. "What about yourself? Surely you will be joining someone?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 00:06:52</strong>
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				"Nah, its just me tongiht Miss.&nbsp; But perhaps you, me and the twins could share a box?"&nbsp; He looked down through whiskey glazed eyes at the two succulent globes that were almost popping out of her corset.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 00:11:51</strong>
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				"No, sir, I am afraid that you must look forward to a disappointing evening." She favoured him with a mock apologetic smile. "I shall go to my box, and you shall trouble me no further. The... twins will not be joining you under any circumstances, sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 00:17:50</strong>
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				He growled a bit, the drink having the worse of him.&nbsp; "Now see here, I won't be taking a no nor any command from a tea drinking proper hussy like yourself."&nbsp; he slurred, taking a step towards her.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 00:38:17</strong>
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				"Oh, I think you will, sir." She stressed the last words, a hint of ice in her voice. "Leave me be, if you please. If you have manners at all. This is both a no <em>and</em> a command."
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 00:45:02</strong>
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				Whiskey just made him angerier and he was seening red now.&nbsp; "Well now, don't you English always say we Yankees don't have manners?&nbsp; Come on, lets go find us a place alone.." He reached out to grab her arm firmly, intent on taking her somewhere to show her a good old American time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 00:49:57</strong>
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				"Indeed you do not. You shall have to learn some."<br><br>His hand seemed to grow uncomfortably warm and slick, slipping off her arm. His palm was sweating like it was a heatwave. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 00:54:34</strong>
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				He gasped a bit.&nbsp; It seemed a bit warmer in here for some reason.&nbsp; He loosened his collar a bit as he was sweating. "Boy..its hot in here. Got too..got to get some fresh air." He turned, sort of stumbling toward the door.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 01:00:18</strong>
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				She watched him go, snapping her fan open to conceal a wicked smile. <br><br>"Yes... a lesson. One you'll not soon forget." <br><br>She let him stagger all the way to the street and well away from the Hall before the churning whiskey in his gut and that queasy warmth overwhelmed him and he felt his stomach constrict forcefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 01:08:59</strong>
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				He pushed past a few people and out of the Hall, making his way down the street.&nbsp; He stopped, gasping and groaning as his stomach constricted.&nbsp; Leaning over, he felt himself being sick..the whiskey being expelled violently from his body.&nbsp; He hollered loudly as the world started to spin, he was getting dizzy..something was happening....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 01:14:09</strong>
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				Even after bringing it all up, his stomach still felt strangely tight. So did his hand and arm, for that matter... and it seemed to be spreading.<br><br>A hansom cab pulled up as he moaned. "Where to, sir?" the driver asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 01:16:11</strong>
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				He groaned, gasping a bit. He looked up, climbing into the cab. "45 Marylebone High Street..." he gasped, his voice seeming high.&nbsp; He sat back, panitng and sweating.&nbsp; He tried to loosen his shirt..why was it so tight..so hot..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 01:25:17</strong>
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				The coach rattled across the cobbled streets, not helping his shivering at all. It felt like he was feverish, running a high temperature. His scalp itched, his muscles ached, and his tie and tails did not even seem to fit.<br><br>The cab came to a halt after what seemed like a brief moment. Had he lost track of time? <br><br>"Marylebone High Street, sir," the driver announced as he opened the door and unfolded the swinging steps to let Lockhart down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 01:39:02</strong>
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				Lockhart groaned as he sat up.&nbsp; Had he passed out?&nbsp; He moaned a bit, scratching his head..trying to ignore.&nbsp; He had to be sick, had to be coming down with something.&nbsp; He practicually fell out of the cab.&nbsp; He threw a few bills at the cab driver, not looking at them as he stumbled toward his flat.&nbsp; He took out his key, trying to fit it into the door.&nbsp; FInally he got it open and stumbled inside.&nbsp; He moved toward his bed, falling onto it.&nbsp; Everything was swimming, so warm..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 01:43:39</strong>
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				As he staggered upstairs, he felt his hips swinging and pulling. His whole body was warm now, all the muscles feeling tight and seeming to pull with every step before he finally fell onto the bed, feeling his hair fall over his smooth face. <br><br>He wondered at that as he instinctively undid his collar, letting the cool air touch his hairless chest, feeling the restriction on his bosom lessen... feeling it expand with every laboured breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 01:47:36</strong>
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				As he fell down, he felt his hair fall onto his smooth face. Something..something wasn't right.&nbsp; His hair had never been long..face had never been smooth.<br><br>He gasped for air as he felt his chest swelling. Something..something wasn't right.&nbsp; He tried to get up but the room spun even more.&nbsp; He fell back and passed out letting blackness take him until morning...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 01:49:36</strong>
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				As he fell back, he felt his hips move apart, as he felt his chest expand once more. he let out a soft, high-pitched gasp before blacking out.<br><br>He woke to the sound of knocking on his front door...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 11:29:53</strong>
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				Quentin groaned a bit at the knocking on his front door.&nbsp; He rolled over, hoping it would go away but still it continued.&nbsp; He slowly got up and stumbled toward the door.&nbsp; Something..something wasn't right.&nbsp; He had to be sicker then he had thought at first.&nbsp; Everything seemed a bit smaller, different somehow.&nbsp; He opened the door a bit through half closed eyes.&nbsp; "Forgive my apperance, I'm afraid I'm not feeling well. Long..long night.."&nbsp; Most of it was a blur though..what had happened last night?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 13:10:27</strong>
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				"Ah. Better manners already. You may learn something from this exercise after all."<br><br>Clara stood in the doorway, wearing a burgundy cape and veiled picture hat over a peach visiting dress, smirking. She seemed to be looking down at him - was he stooped that low?<br><br>"And as for your appearance, that is what I am here to fix." <br><br>She lightly pushed the door open, and Quentin found that he lacked the strength to resist. <br><br>A young woman in a plainer outfit followed, carrying a number of small boxes tied with ribbon, and then a man in a buttoned greatcoat, carrying two bags apparently big enough to hold an entire suit and Macintosh coat each.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 16:32:16</strong>
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				"Wh.what?" His own voice suprised him.&nbsp; Something wasn't right. He blinked a bit, trying to remember who this woman was.&nbsp; "Wait, th..the opera?&nbsp; L..look Ma'am I'm sorry abuot last night.&nbsp; I had a bit too much whiskey and..how do you know where I lived?"&nbsp; <br><br>He tried to resist but she easily pushed it open.&nbsp; He stumbled back a bit then righted himself.&nbsp; Was she really this tall?&nbsp; "Who the hell do you think you are busting in here like this!" He pointed at her then stopped, the color draining from his face as he realized something.&nbsp; His suit, that had been specifically tailored for him, was hanging from his skinner, hairless arm.&nbsp; The muscle was gone..it was slimmer.&nbsp; He stared at it for a second then quickly looked into the mirror hanging in the hallway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 16:14:01</strong>
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				Looking back at him was a beautiful young woman. Her skin was fair and smooth. Her long, silky hair framed a heart-shaped face of perhaps eighteen years old at the eldest. it was the same colour as his, as were her wide staring eyes. And she was wearing his evening suit.<br><br>Clara smiled as she stepped behind him... appearing behind the girl in the mirror. "It is good that you apologised. It suggests that you shall learn something over the next few days."<br><br>Quentin could see her reach up to brush a soft ringlet away from the girl's neck... and felt it against his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 22:21:27</strong>
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				Quentin looked aghast at the mirror. "W..what have you done to me?"&nbsp; Her hand actually felt good against his..her...his..hair.&nbsp; He swallowed, almost wanting to be sick. "Learn...learn what.&nbsp; Change me back!&nbsp; Change me back now!" he whirled around and stomped his foot.&nbsp; It might have been intimidating last night but now it was an 18 year old having a temper tantrum.&nbsp; His new breasts pushed out a bit in anger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 00:19:48</strong>
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				She smirked. "Now now, Kirsten, your body will be unable to cope with another transformation for a week at least. And the better you learn your lesson, the sooner it will be. You must understand that I hold all the cards here, so you will do as I say... young lady."<br><br>She looked at him... her rather sternly, while still clearly amused.<br><br>"Understood?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 00:35:20</strong>
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				Quentin swallowed, trying to take this all in. "Kirsten? It's..it's Quentin.." he swallowed triyng to compose himself.&nbsp; "W..what is it you want with me?" she asked biting her lower lip.&nbsp; Could this be reversed?&nbsp; If it was going tot ake a week..she had to play along.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 01:06:10</strong>
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				"Not for the moment, my dear. You are Miss Kirsten Lockhart, the <em>daughter</em> of an American relative, fresh from finishing school. You will, therefore, dress, behave and comport yourself appropriately for the week, beginning now." <br><br>She smiled wickedly, looming over the small girl Quentin had become. "You need a lesson in how to treat a lady. And this is the finest education possible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 01:14:48</strong>
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				Quentin..Kirsten looked up at Miss Price.&nbsp; She was much larger now..and stronger too it seemed.&nbsp; She was stuck in this 18 year old body at this witch's mercy.&nbsp; "I..I don't have a choice do I?"&nbsp; She bowed her head a bit, probably looking absolutely ridiculous dressing in this evening suit that now hung from her new lithe form.&nbsp; "I..I'm yours.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 02:05:45</strong>
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				Clara smiled triumphantly. "Good girl." <br><br>She looked to the maid who had followed her inside. "Moira, prepare Miss Kirsten for an outing."<br><br>The girl curtseyed, took four of the boxes, looked to Kirsten and gestured towards the bedroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 02:28:28</strong>
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				Kirsten gave Clara a defeated glare then followed. Wait..outing?&nbsp; She was going to take her..out?&nbsp; She blushed, much to her own suprise, but then..no one would recognize her.&nbsp; She looked at herself in the mirror, there was no way.&nbsp; She was a 35 year old man..an now..a weak 18 year old girl.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 02:51:22</strong>
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				Eighteen at the oldest...<br><br>Moira led the way to the bedroom, glancing around, and set the boxes down on the bed. "Undress if you will, and... may I suggest a bath?" She wrinkled her nose. "I shall run one for you, Miss."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 02:56:48</strong>
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				Kirsten blushed and nodded.&nbsp; She started to shed the evening suit until she was naked.&nbsp; Looking over at the mirror, she blushed.&nbsp; Kirsten couldn't take her eyes off her new body.&nbsp; She was lovely, her curves wer nice, her breasts were still budding.&nbsp; The girl who had bene Quentin ran a hand over herself and gasped as her fingers moved across the little patch of hair between her legs.&nbsp; Blushing she pulled it away, she was feeling herself up!&nbsp; She..she couldn't enjoy any of this!&nbsp; Besides, who knew what the witch had planned.&nbsp; She walked into the bathroom, sliding into the warm water with a sigh.&nbsp; Everything felt..different.&nbsp; She was no where as strong as she once was but some things didn't feel too bad..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 03:16:32</strong>
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				The warm water ran comfortably over her smooth, sensitive skin. It felt quite lovely, to be honest.<br><br>Then she felt hands running through her wet hair...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 22:54:11</strong>
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				She sighed happily as she submerged herself in the warm water.&nbsp; She was just relaxing, trying to sort this all out when she felt hands running through her wet hair.&nbsp; She pulled away a bit startled, turning to see who it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 20:30:53</strong>
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				"Do keep still, Miss."<br><br>It was Moira, the maid, gently washing and untangling her hair.<br><br>"Such lovely hair you have, Miss, it shall look very fine styled and dressed. I'm certain you shall catch the eye of many young gentlemen."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 20:44:13</strong>
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				Kirsten blushed a bit as her hair was washed and tangled.&nbsp; "I'm not really interested much in the young gentlemen..' she grumbled a bit as she let the maid wash her bran new hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 21:29:41</strong>
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				"Be that as it may, they shall be most interested in you." Moira gently combed Kirsten's silky new locks. "Milady wishes you to be as lovely as it is possible to be as you learn your lessons... There." She set down the comb and began to gently towel off the dark hair before handing Kirsten a large towel. "Dab the moisture off your skin, Miss, rubbing is discomfiting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 23:19:15</strong>
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				Kirsten had to admit it did feel good.&nbsp; She sighed a bit a bit and then took the towel.&nbsp; She looked down, once more admiring her new naked form as she wrapped the towel around it.&nbsp; How long would they be playing this game, how long would she be trapped as a teenage girl?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-09-2008, 00:05:14</strong>
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				"There. Now, let's get you into your first dress, Miss."&nbsp; Moira smiled encouragingly as she lead Kirsten back to the bedroom. <br><br>She began to untie the ribbons around the boxes. "Milady Clara looks forward to seeing your new self."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>12-09-2008, 01:16:25</strong>
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				Kirsten felt herself blushing not sure what she would be forced to wear.&nbsp; She waited for the boxes to open.&nbsp; Not even realizing she was doing it, she crossed her hands over her new breasts trying to hide her naked body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-09-2008, 21:54:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				First, she was presented with a white silk chemise trimmed with lace, and next a matching pair of drawers. <br><br>"Well, girl, put them on."<br><br>Moira continued to open packages, next bringing out a pair of pale stockings, two frilled white petticoats, and then a gleaming white satin corset.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>14-09-2008, 00:35:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirsten swallowed a bit looking at all the bits of clothing.&nbsp; She blinked a bit then looked up bashfully at Moira. "I Uhm..Moira..I don't know how to put any of these on."&nbsp; she blushed, the entire blush very evident from her naked body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 22:32:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Raise your foot," the maid commanded, and had her step into the soft drawers, tying them in place around her small waist. "Now arms up," she said raising the chemise, as if talking to a child.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 21:40:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stepped into them and gasped suprised at how soft and warm they felt.&nbsp; "I'm not a child..no reason to talk to me like one.." she bit her tongue though as soon as she said it and raised her arms sadly.&nbsp; She was a child now, a young girl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-09-2008, 21:35:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The maid slipped the chemise over Kirsten's head, gently pulling her long hair out from inside it before tying the lacing into a bow.<br><br>"There. and now your stockings."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 00:18:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt her long hair being pulled back and gapsed a bit as she was tied in.&nbsp; This felt so odd, being dressed like some helpless doll.&nbsp; She looked at her unsure as to what she had too do.&nbsp; She held out her foot, curious as to this process.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 00:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The maid nodded, rolled up the first stocking and slipped it over the now dainty foot before rolling it up, smoothly covering Kirsten's shapely leg before tying it in place with a ribbon garter. This done, she took the second stocking and followed suit.<br><br>Moira stepped back, giving Kirsten's legs an appraising look, before handing her the soft petticoats. "Step into these."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 00:37:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirsten was still amazed at how shapely her legs were.&nbsp; Once they were muscular and hairy, now they were sleek and hairless.&nbsp; No where as muscular or big as they once were.&nbsp; She sighed a bit, enjyoing the feeling of the stockings sliding up her legs.&nbsp; She blushed, realizing that Moria was looking at them as she stepped into the soft petticoats.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 00:44:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moira tied the petticoats around Kirsten's waist, pausing to smooth them out. "Starting to enjoy yourself, I see? Good. It will make this time far easier for you." <br><br>With that, she gestured for the new girl to raise her arms, and then brought up the corset to wrap it around her waist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 00:48:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed a bit but did not respond not wanting to admit openly that she was.&nbsp; She raised her arms and felt it wrapping around her waist.&nbsp; So far this wasn't soo bad..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 00:56:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The maid hooked the busk together, the cups pushing Kirsten's breasts upwards slightly, and walked around to the back, gathering the white silk laces.<br><br>"Take a deep breath and let it go," she said quietly before pulling the on the laces, ready to draw them in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 01:02:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked down to see her new young breasts being pushed up a bit.&nbsp; She did have to admit that they looked good being pushed up and out.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly.&nbsp; Even breathing felt different, her lungs use to be big and hearty now she just felt..dainty
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 01:20:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Kirsten exhaled, Moira prepared the laces and gave them a sharp tug, pulling the corset tight around the chemise and pushing Kirsten's budding breasts up and out further. Another pull, and Kirsten could barely breathe in.<br><br>"There. Comfy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 14:20:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirsten gasped painfully as the corset constricted around her.&nbsp; Her budding breasts were full pushed out now and she could barerly breath. "it..feels..tight.." she swallowed a bit trying to get use to it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 19:40:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And so it should." She gave it another quick tug, and pulled the laces taut to tie them in a bow. "There. You are beginning to look the part." She draped a white silk corset cover over her, tying it around her consticted waist, then went over to untie the largest garment bag.<br><br>She lifted out a pink silk dress with a floor length skirt and puffed sleeves (http://www.dorotheasclosetvintage.com/ARCHVJean1800s.jpg). "Here we are, Miss."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 21:24:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She winced a bit, trying to get use to moving around wearing the corset when she saw the dress.&nbsp; She blushed then turned pale.&nbsp; "I have to wear that..in public?" She swallowed a bit obsiouly getting nervous.&nbsp; "Is she insane?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 23:47:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh no, Miss. It will suit you perfectly." The maid advanced towards the new-made girl, unbuttoning the blouse of the dress. "You shall feel much better once you're properly dressed, you'll see. Now, raise your arms, there's a good girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 23:58:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She closed her eyes, the reality of this all hitting her again.&nbsp; As she raised her arms she played through a hundred scenarios in her head.&nbsp; Would she ever be a man again or would she just be left as this young weak little thing?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 00:23:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she closed her eyes, she felt soft, cool sleeves sliding over her outstretched arms, and fabric being drawn up and over her body and pulled down around her. She felt a touch of soft frills at her wrists and around her throat as buttons fastened her into the dress.<br><br>"There we are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 00:26:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirsten sighed again as she was fastened in.&nbsp; It felt..soft and wonderful.&nbsp; She was suprised at just how good this felt. Can I..can I see a mirror?" she asked wondering what she looked like now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 00:38:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The maid smiled as she asked that. "Soon enough, once your hair and makeup are done and the corrections are complete. Now, lift your skirts and step into these." She handed over a pair of lace-up ankle boots with a wide two-inch heel.<br><br>Looking down, Kirsten seemed to be surrounded by flowing, gleaming pink silk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 00:59:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked down at the pool of pink silk that seemed to surround her.&nbsp; It took her a bit to find a good place to grab them then lifted the skirts to step into the ankle boots.&nbsp; She gasped, grabbing the nearest edge before she could fall over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 01:12:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Careful," Moira admonished as Kirsten had to sit to pull the boots on over her dainty, stocking-clad feet. <br><br>Sitting was difficult as well, with the gored skirt seemingly trying to push her off the chair. She sat further back, the corset keeping her upright.<br><br>Moira laced up the boots for her, and helped her to stand. "Now let me style your hair, Miss."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 01:16:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped a bit painfully as she had forgotten aobut the corset.&nbsp; She groaned, forced to sit up straight, unable to move much.&nbsp; She nodded as she sat there, trying to get use to not just sitting but her new footwear too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 17:09:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Moira lowered and spread the skirt, the boots disappeared entirely from view, but Kirsten could still feel them. <br><br>The maid started to run a tortoiseshell comb through the girl's long, soft hair. She took care to prevent tugs, and it felt most pleasant as she started to loop and pin it. <br><br>"Now, a light brush of cosmetics, some jewellery, and you can be presented to Miss Clara."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 17:17:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed a bit, enjyoing the feel of the comb running through her hair.&nbsp; At least she could get use to this part.&nbsp; It was nice having long full hair like this.&nbsp; Much different then the shortish course hair he had before.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 17:55:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A gentle dusting with a wide sable brush across her cheeks, and a narrower one over her eyes and another painting her lips, and then she felt small cool weights being attached to her earlobes and something being fastened around her throat at the front of her dress's high collar.<br><br>"There. You're quite a beauty now, my girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 20:51:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was finished..her stomach was doing flip flops.&nbsp; What would she look like now?&nbsp; She turned to Moria. "Can I..Can I see?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 22:46:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course, my dear." The maid curtseyed lightly and stepped aside to let Kirsten see herself in the full-length mirror. <br><br>Looking back at her was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. <br><br>The pink silk dress she wore accentuated her hourglass figure and the gentle swell of her bosom. Her elegantly upswept hair framed a face with the blush of youth, with fluttering eyelashes and cupid's bow lips. <br><br>Miss Clara entered on the right and studied the new girl as she gazed at herself. (http://trulyvictorian.netfirms.com/historypages/85img1.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 23:03:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirsten studied herself in the mirror.&nbsp; Her cheeks turned red as she looked at herself.&nbsp; "I'm..beatiful.." she said softly not fully believing it.&nbsp; That was her.&nbsp; Just the other day she had looked nothing like this, she had been a rough older man and now..she was a girl..a beatiful one.&nbsp; She gasped a bit and turned as Miss Clara entered the room.&nbsp; What was she planning?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 07:20:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeed you are, Miss Kirsten." Clara smiled as Moira curtseyed deeply, looking to Kirsten to follow suit. "And now you begin the life for which you were reborn. You are a young lady of society, a credit to your family and your sex. You shall behave as etiquette and fashion dictate, until such time as I am pleased with your learning. Is that understood, Miss Kirsten?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 09:18:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took her a second to realize this.&nbsp; Looking over at Moira then at Miss Clara, finally understanding she clumsily curtsied back, trying not to fall over.&nbsp; "Yeah..I do."&nbsp; she muttered not sounding very ladylike.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 14:03:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No no no, this will not do at all. Take your skirts thus..." Clara grasped Kirsten's hands, moving them to hold some of the cool, smooth fabric. "Spread them as you bend at the knee. And say 'I understand, Miss Clara.' And thank me for this opportunity."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 15:25:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite herself, she felt some tears welling up.&nbsp; Crying?&nbsp; She never cried..when she was a man.&nbsp; She took the cool smooth fabric and spread it, curtsying properly.&nbsp; Trying not to cry, she finally let out a soft "I understand Miss Clara.&nbsp; Thank you for this opportunity."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 23:41:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Far better." Clara smiled coolly. Could she see Kirsten's distress? <br><br>"You are most welcome, my dear. To assist a young lady's education is its own reward. And you shall be a fine young lady once we are done."<br><br>She looked to the maid with a nod. "Thank you, Moira. Prepare Kirsten's jacket and bonnet." Moira curtseyed deeply and swayed out of the room ahead of them, and Clara looked back to Kirsten. "I shall treat you to luncheon, I think. How does that sound?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 13:56:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, clearing her throat of the tears that had been whelming up. "W..wonderful.&nbsp; Thank you..Miss Clara." she said softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 03:11:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Capital. Come along, dear." Clara turned, holding her skirts to the side to sweep them around gracefully, and started down the stairs, holding the bannister with her free hand. <br><br>At the foot of the stairs, the maid was waiting for Kirsten with a plum-coloured jacket and a pink ribboned bonnet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 18:05:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She followed down the stairs.&nbsp; Half way she stopped, trying to imitate the motion though it was weird for her and a bit difficult.&nbsp; As she got downstairs,s he plushed again as she saw what she was to wear.&nbsp; She didn't fight as both were slipped and tied on though.&nbsp; Despite what she was being put through, she was very hungry.&nbsp; Her little stomach growled a bit in its need for food.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 23:06:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The jacket had very large and full sleeves while buttoning tightly over her bosom and tiny waist. Moira tied the bonnet under her neck with a pink silk ribbon. <br><br>"There," Clara said with a nod as she was presented with Kirsten dressed for visiting. (http://www.cwrl.utexas.edu/~ulrich/presentations/vicfashions/images/delineator1893visiting.jpg) <br><br>"How does that feel, Miss Kirsten?" Moira asked as she stepped back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 20:49:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She swallowed a bit as she stared at her image.&nbsp; She tried to not think of this big change, forcing back a few more tears.&nbsp; She had never been this emotional before but now she felt so vulnerable.&nbsp; L..lovely.." she said softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 05:58:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeed you are," Clara agreed as she made the new girl walk in a circle for her, the hem of her skirt pulling on the fibres of the carpet. <br><br>"And when I am done with you, you shall be the very model of ladylike grace and feminine manners. Won't <em>that</em> be lovely?" she asked with a thin smile. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 14:56:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't respond to that, only watching her image in the mirrors sadly.&nbsp; Would there be anything left of her male self once this witch finished with her?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 01:36:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now now, chin up, no pouting. I want to see that pretty face smiling." Clara looked at Kirsten expectantly, smiling herself quite severely. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 15:57:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked over at her, sensing the command in the words.&nbsp; She lifted her chin up, trying to smile as best as she could.&nbsp; It was no easy task considering all the thoughts running through her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 00:07:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lovely. Good girl. Now, shall we?" she asked, nodding to the waiting coachman who held the door for them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 11:43:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, trying to ignore her heart which was pounding against her chest.&nbsp; Would anyone regonize her somehow?&nbsp; Maybe be able to help?&nbsp; She doubt it though, why would anyone think this young pretty girl was once a big strong Texan man?&nbsp; She walked in going to sit down.&nbsp; Realizing the dress was going to make it difficult, she gently brushed it under her then sat down.&nbsp; She gasped, she had almost forgotten the corset she was wearing.&nbsp; Forced to sit up, she had to keep her back straight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 22:24:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she stepped out, skirts rustling and brushing at her legs and high heeled boots pressing at her feet, several people looked at her but none seemed to recognise her. Instead they seemed to watch her with interest, as Quentin formerly looked at women. <br><br>As she sat, the bustle and corset conspiring to make her lean forwards, she was aware of how uncomfortable and impractical everything she had been made to wear truly was, how helpless the shamefully feminine costume made her.<br><br>Clara smirked at her as she rapped on the wall of the carriage and it began to drive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 17:37:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirsten was blushing furiously.&nbsp; She tried not to meet anyone's gaze, embrassed as she realized some of them were looking at her with lust.&nbsp; She sat down, gasping, squirming a bit.&nbsp; As they drove through town, she looked sadly out the window.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 03:29:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now now, my dear, you're much prettier when you smile. And you want to be as pretty as can be." Clara's sweet words carried just a hint of a concealed threat. She leaned back, smiling proudly. "Indeed, you are now the most beautiful young lady I have had the privilege to bring to life. You should be grateful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 18:11:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glaring she whirled around to look at her. "Grateful?! Why would I be grateful?&nbsp; I was big, strong, healthy and now I'm..I'm..this."&nbsp; She pointed to her form and then broke down into tears.&nbsp; Why was she crying this much?&nbsp; Why was she becoming so emotional?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 20:48:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara smiled gently and handed her a soft, lace-trimmed linen handkerchief.<br><br>"You should be grateful, my dear girl, because I could do far worse to you. Do you doubt me? You are most fortunate to have caught me in a kindly mood, where your transformation is to the cause of your betterment as a soul. You should thank me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 18:48:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took the handkerchief, using it to dry her eyes and nose a bit.&nbsp; She didn't respond, just lookign down at her laced up feet which were hanging above the floor.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 21:49:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Give it time." Clara leaned back, still smiling, and gazed out of the window at the passing streets.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 13:37:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirsten didn't say anything, keeping her thoughts to herself as they traveled the streets of London.&nbsp; Finally they pulled up in front of where Miss Clara had decided they would go.&nbsp; She wondered if it was goign to be like this forever, this woman making decisions about her life..her new life.&nbsp; She sighed a bit as she stared out the window.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 22:04:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Here we are. Tea and polite conversation."<br><br>The coachman came around, set down the step, opened the door and offered a hand to help Clara down, then Kirsten.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 22:18:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reluctantly she took the coachman's hand as he helped her down.&nbsp; It felt odd to touch someone's hand, especially with her new delicate and slender hand.&nbsp; She looked around to see where they were, following Clara.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 02:33:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The coachman bowed slightly as he helped Kirsten down, until the train of her full-length skirt brushed the pavement again. <br><br>Looking up, she saw that they stood outside a ladies' salon, their equivalent of a gentlemen's club.<br><br>"Now, my girl, best behaviour, or you shall be joining Moira on my domestic staff." Clara smiled as she threatened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 16:17:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She swallowed a bit as she saw the salon.&nbsp; She had never been in one and her heart thumped.&nbsp; She nodded a bit, not wanting to be forced to work as a maid for the rest of her new life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 20:20:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Excellent. It would be a dreadful waste to dress such a pretty thing in maid's drabs." <br><br>A woman in a rather plain black gown opened the double doors for them, letting them through into a corridor with a marble mosaic floor that seemed to amplify the clacking of high heels and the rustle of dragging skirts, with oak-panelled walls decorated with paintings of pastoral scenes. The decor reminded Kirsten of a country house decorated by women, while gentlemen's clubs seemed more like townhouses naturally reflecting the men that owned them.<br><br>Clara lead her through to a wide sitting room with pastel yellow walls. Picture windows and chandeleirs filled it with light. And in each large, comfortable seat was a woman in a fine visiting or day dress, talking quietly over tea and scones. <br><br>One of them, a beauty in her late twenties or early thirties, rose elegantly and approached. "Clara, my dear. And who is your young guest?"<br><br>"This is Kirsten, visiting with me between finishing school and her debut in the Season." Clara looked at Kirsten and inclined her head slightly, suggesting she should curtsey.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 20:23:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If one thing was becoming true, Kirsten was definatly afraid of Clara.&nbsp; She had no idea of how powerful she was and she feared to find out due to any open rebellion.&nbsp; So when she was introducted, she just smiled softly and curtsied with a soft "Pleased to meet you ma'am." hoping this person wouldn't know the slighlt clumsiness of the curtsy (though it was improving) or the sad look in her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 20:32:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Likewise, my dear," the lady said with a gentle smile of her own. "I am Lady Tarlton, but a friend of Clara's can of course call me Delia. Come sit with me, ladies." She turned, gracefully lifting the train of her royal blue satin skirt, took Kirsten's arm and walked her back to a circle of chaise-longues. <br><br>"So, you are to be a debutante? Ah, how lovely, I have the fondest memories of my first ball - I met my husband there. Do you have a gown already?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 20:37:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly, it was hard not to take a liking to Delia.&nbsp; So unlike the harsh, dominanted prescences of Clara.&nbsp; She smiled softly and blushed a bit, wanting to say something.&nbsp; The only thing that came out though was "I...no.&nbsp; I'm afraid I don't."&nbsp; Ball?&nbsp; What ball?&nbsp; And she certainly wasn't going to be searching for a husband.&nbsp; She wasn't gay.&nbsp; She was straight.&nbsp; But wait, she was straight.&nbsp; Did that mean she had to like guys?&nbsp; She was so confused, trying to fight the urge to weep again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 23:07:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fear not, we have an appointment with a couturier this evening," Clara told her with what would look to outsiders like a reassuring smile. "Come Saturday night, you shall be the belle of the ball."<br><br>Hearing this, Delia patted Kirsten's arm encouragingly. "Oh, indeed you shall." She sat, smoothing her skirts down gracefully, her posture staying upright. "Have any young gentlemen asked for the first dance yet? I have no doubt that you must be quite in demand."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 12:00:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched Delia, following suit with the motion of smoothing her skirt out and sitting down.&nbsp; She was sitting upright, feeling the corset clutching to her.&nbsp; She gulped a bit and shook her head. "No, I'm afraid not." she said softly.&nbsp; Clara had said nothing about a ball!&nbsp; She wondered what else she hadn't been told.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 23:41:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, give them the opportunity and I have no doubt your dance card will be full in no time at all." Delia smiled wistfully. "Such a magical night - I rather envy you that you still have your first ball awaiting you."<br><br>Clara smiled a little and gently placed a hand on Delia's arm. "We can but hope that Kirsten will enjoy herself even half as much as we did in our day."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 17:36:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gulped a bit looking over at Clara.&nbsp; She didn't want to stay like this, didn't want to woo some male suitor.&nbsp; She certainly didn't want to marry anyone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 03:00:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara smiled and arched an eyebrow at Kirsten, then nodded to Delia. "Yes, let us hope. After all, we all have our place in this life, and we are fortunate indeed if we love and enjoy our role." She glanced at Kirsten. "Of course, you have the advantage there, being of sweet disposition."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 15:07:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed a bit at the compliment, even if at its heart it was a cruel jest.&nbsp; She bowed her head a bit and said softly "Thank you Miss Clara.&nbsp; You are too kind."&nbsp; Her role?&nbsp; What was her role?&nbsp; Was it just to be this pretty young thing?&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 19:16:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, not at all my dear girl." Clara smiled pleasantly. "At any rate, Delia, Kirsten was hoping you might offer some suggestions as to her gown."<br><br>Delia smiled warmly and pushed herself off the seat, graceully smoothing down her skirts. "Of course. Stand up, dear, let me see you walk."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 19:19:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shoot a quick scathing glance over at Clara.&nbsp; She looked back over and nodded at Delia, standing herself up.&nbsp; She copied Delia's motion in smoothing her skirts out as well.&nbsp; She then started to walk in a straight line, doing her best to walk as natural as she could in her shoes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 19:50:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Following Clara's instruction, Kirsten walked with a sway of her hips, balancing comfortably on the high heels of the boots, feeling the inner underskirt of her dress swish against her stockings with a soft rustle. Her swaying walk created the "frou-frou" sound that Quentin had always found charming - and now he was the one creating it with every small step.<br><br>"Very good, dear," Delia smiled. "You glide like a swan. I should say you should favour a long train for your skirt, to emphasise your slender grace, with an open neckline to accentuate your slim neck. And perhaps opera gloves rather then sleeves. Of course, you shall be beautiful no matter what gown you select. I cannot wait to see you suitably dressed..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 19:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirsten blushed a bit as she heard her dress swishing against her stockings.&nbsp; She seemed to be adapating more and more to it the longer she was like this. <br><br>She smiled softly and bowed her head a bit.&nbsp; "Thank you Delia.&nbsp; That means a lot coming from you."&nbsp; She was suprised at what she had just said but hearing that compliment felt..good.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 20:34:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh tush, you are most welcome, my dear." Delia smiled, and turned to Clara. "You are quite correct, she is a very sweet young thing, wherever did you find her?"<br><br>"I simply magicked her out of the air," Clara chuckled.<br><br>"Oh, you," Delia laughed, then turned back to Kirsten. "Well, I should say you have earned some tea and a scone. Shall we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 20:35:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirsten bit her pretty little lip, wishing she was strong enough still to knock Clara on her butt.&nbsp; Sadly though she knew that Clara held all the cards and there was nothing she could do.&nbsp; She turned and smiled at Delia a bit.&nbsp; "That sounds lovely."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 20:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Delia smiled, and raised a hand lightly. A young woman in maid's livery approached, dropping in a curtsey to all three. "How can I assist you, ladies?"<br><br>"A pot of Earl Gray, three scones with cream and raspberry preserve."<br><br>"Very good, Milady." The girl bobbed again and withdrew. <br><br>Clara looked sidelong at Kirsten then nodded slightly to the departing maid, her expression placid but somehow threatening, the motion of her head suggesting 'that could be you'...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 20:48:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was unsure how Clara could make her into a maid but she knew she probaly could.&nbsp; She quickly bowed her head to show her that she understand, it was bad enough being made into this delicate young woman, the last thing she wanted was to spend the time as a maid.&nbsp; Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, to be kept and taking ca..Kirsten quickly cut off this thought, blushing a bit.&nbsp; For some reason it seemed the longer she was like this, the more it was becoming her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 21:12:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara smiled faintly as she saw Kirsten shake her head and look confused. "Mm-hmm."<br><br>Delia took a seat again, perching elegantly and holding the train of her skirts flat as she did.<br><br>All around them, women and girls of around Kirsten's new age talked politely about issues Quentin had always thought inconsequential - fashion, gossip and the like.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 11:57:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirsten politly sat as well trying to hide her inner confusion, putting on a smile for everyone.&nbsp; She looked around them, taking in all the conversation.&nbsp; Nothing about smoking or sex, nothing about anything rude or crude.&nbsp; It was so different and in some ways better then the typical places she use to go to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 01:46:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, Kirsten, what plans beyond your debut?" Delia asked, seeming genuinely interested. "Will you remain in London society through to New Year, or winter in the Continent? Perhaps a tour of our friends and rivals?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 15:49:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had no idea.&nbsp; The only thing she was hoping was that Clara would change her back right now.&nbsp; She smiled softly and shrugged her pretty little shoulders.&nbsp; "I am not sure to be honest.&nbsp; I am considering just staying in London society throughout the New Year but I haven't really thought about it just yet." She gave Clara a sidewise glance.&nbsp; So far Clara had always been a step ahead but maybe even she hadn't planned this far ahead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 21:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara nodded thoughtfully, giving nothing away.<br><br>"Nor should you," Delia smiled, patting Kirsten's small hand. "You have you whole life ahead of you, and great and important evening only days away. Of course your thoughts should focus there."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 18:00:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled a bit then blushed unsure as to how this party would go.&nbsp; Maybe she could fake sick?&nbsp; It was possible perhaps, someway to get out of this humilation.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-10-2008, 02:25:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't let yourself feel so flustered, dear. It's only natural to be nervous," Delia reassured the new girl gently.<br><br>The maid returned, carrying a silver tray with three scones on a doily, with a second woman following carrying an elegant enamelled teapot that matched the three cups and saucers she set down. <br><br>"Do my ladies require anything further?" the second woman asked. <br><br>"No, thank you," Delia said with a gracious smile.<br><br>Clara shook her head, and looked to Kirsten.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>25-10-2008, 15:31:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She jumped a bit and shook her head looking at the maid.&nbsp; She looked down upon realizing Clara was looking at her.&nbsp; She hated this hold Clara had on her but for some reason she seemed to know how to make Kirsten feel smaller then she was even now.<br><br>She smiled softly at Delia and nodded. "Of course.&nbsp; I've just..never done anything like this before."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-10-2008, 02:06:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, nor have any of the other girls present. That is why they call you debutantes, after all." Delia smiled reassuringly as she opened a small silver pot and scooped out a narrow spoonful of jam, ladling it over the cream on her scone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 15:50:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirsten did the same as well nodding.&nbsp; There was so much to go over, it was almost dizzying.&nbsp; She daintly picked up the scone, trying to get use to her tiny slender fingers.&nbsp; She went to take a big bite of it but thinking better of it, she nibbled on it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 00:06:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara gave Kirsten a smile, nodding as she took small bites. Clara lifted a teacup, crooking her pinky finger as the handle was too small to contain it, and took a discreet sip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 19:02:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After nibbling on the biscuit a bit, she looked over watching as Clara sipped at her tea.&nbsp; Picking up her own tea cup, she mimicked the motions of both women, trying to get it right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 17:21:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara shifted her angle slightly to afford Kirsten a better view of the procedure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 18:02:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She adjusted her own hold on the cup and started to try and mimick it.&nbsp; After a bit she strated to become more accustomed to it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 01:27:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara gave her a slight approving nod and a faint smile as she and Delia talked.<br><br>"As to my protégé's gown, I do like the bell sleeves that Worth prefers - of course, I would likely trust them to dress me in anything. Certainly something with a simple line, little fussing with embroidery." She turned to Kirsten. "The better to frame your simple sweet appearance. What do you feel, my dear?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 17:46:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sipped her tea. nibbling on a scone now and then as they talked.&nbsp; She blinked, blushing as she was asked her opinion.&nbsp; She had tried to follow them but she was so confused as to what they were talking about.&nbsp; She cleared her throat, trying to figure out what to say.&nbsp; "I uh..I have to agree with Miss Clara." she said softly, hoping she didn't sound to much like an idiot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming an American in 1893 (Beatrice Black and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 21:01:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara smiled at Kirsten's meek response, giving her a slight nod. "Well, we shall see how you look soon enough, my dear."<br><br>"I am certain you shall be quite lovely whatever you choose," Delia reassured her with a gentle smile.
			</dd>
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