The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)
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				Title: <strong>The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 03:43:30</strong>
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				Robert Linley looked out over his estate. Or what would be his estate when he reached his eighteenth birthday in a matter of weeks. Since the death of his father three years ago, Linley Manor and the estates had been run by his stepmother. Now, however, he would at long last be able to deal with his own affairs. He could settle the conniving woman on one of the smaller estates at the edge of his land and have no more to do with her, join London society and make his way in the world. The young Queen Victoria, but a few years his senior, planned her wedding, and all of the Empire was in a state of vibrant renewal. Robert hoped that his inheritance would be his path to joining in this new future.
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 03:51:23</strong>
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				Lady Linley came into the room. "You must be looking forward to owning Linley Hall and all of it's wealth. I earlier brought a ring, as a couson of yours is planning to get married. She has asked me, seeing as your finger is the same size as hers, to try it on for her, as she has a horror of getting rings stuck on her finger that are really hard to take off." She opened a little velvet box and inside it was a gold ring with a single cut diamond that sparkled and glinted in the sunlight.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 04:10:41</strong>
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				"So, spending as much of my inheritance as you can before it transfers to me, and you wish me to try on the spoils for you?" Robert turned and looked at her. As ever, she was beautifully turned out, all in rustling dark silks and velvet, her locks lacking even a hint of grey... He would swear she had not aged a day since his father brought her home when he was ten. And that she had never smiled genuinely at him in those eight years. <br><br>The young man narrowed his blue eyes, then shook his head, the slight curls of the fringe of his lustrous dark hair shifting over his brow. "And who is this unfortunate cousin to have hands like a man's?" <br><br>He strode over to inspect the ring. "Very well, my lady." He lifted it from the box. "And if it catches on my finger, I assure you I will keep it." He smiled humourlessly as he slipped it on.
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 04:37:11</strong>
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				"Oh, you will, Amelia, you will," she said, just before he felt a quick stab of pain as it went on his finger, as if he had dipped his finger in boiling water. It quickly faded, and when he went to take the ring off his finger her found he could touch it but not pull at it. Lady Linley grinned. "Hair...blonde and moderatly long like a girl of your age." He saw in a mirror his dark brown chestnut hair, of which he was very proud, lighten to a dirty blonde colure and lengthen until it just touched his shoulders.<br><br>"Breasts...medium. Arms and legs, delicate. Strength, that of the average girl. Eyes...cornflower blue." He watched in the mirror in horror as he changed into a girl in male clothes. "Your new name is Amelia, you will be unable to speak or write or sign to anyone of wha I have done to you. Go up to your bedroom and put on the clothes that await you. A young aristocratic beauty like you cannot go galivanting around in male clothing." She smiled iceily.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 06:27:05</strong>
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				"What?" Robert started as his stepmother called him 'Amelia', then winced as the ring tightened and seemed to hiss.<br><br>Then he blinked and started in shock as he felt his hair writhing and flowing at her command. "No! What is this? Stop!"<br><br>He moaned at the aching pain of his chest swelling and hips widening, hearing his bones creak and click inside him, his skin tighten over a new frame. It seemed to take minutes, but was truly no more than a few seconds.&nbsp; <br><br>He took a faltering step towards her, raising a dainty hand to try and grab her, but she continued. He tried to talk over her, but she commanded him not to speak of what he would, and his voice was soft and high anyway... girlish...<br><br>Unable to stop himself, he turned and swayed, as if on a boat at sea, towards the door.
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 19:06:35</strong>
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				He, or rather, the she that he had become, found himself walking upstairs, to where a box had been laid out on his bed. Opening it, he found it contaned a dress of golden satin, along with a corset and all the other nesscessary female underwear. To her horror, the new girl found herself getting undressed against her will. <em>Please...no, don't make me do this....I'm a male inside...</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 23:42:58</strong>
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				Robert tried to pull his hands away, but could feel them working to undress him. <br><br>As he was done, there was a soft knock at the door. Before he could force himself to respond, one of the maids entered. One he had seen often enough, and rather fancied... <br><br>Curtseying, she approached. "Good morning, Miss. I am to help you dress for luncheon."<br><br>"... Thank you," he heard himself say in his soft new voice.
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 23:54:24</strong>
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				She first put his underwear on him, and some soft cloth* to cover his sensitive nipples. Then she put a white corset on him and did it up tight. Stockings were put on his feet, and then came a plain white underdress. Then came an overdress made of golden satin studded with tiny seed-pearls in places. She placed ornate silver braclets on his wrists, small silver earrings on his ears and a pearl necklace around his throat, and dainty shoes on his feet. Then she ushered him in front of the mirror. "What do you think,Amelia?" she asked politely.<br><br>*-the bra was not around at that time.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 00:08:58</strong>
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				Still unused to his naked, soft, feminine form, he had barely registered the full extent of his bodily transformations before the maid began to dress him in silk and lace.<br><br>He found himself meekly surrendering to every item, raising his arms for the chemise, breathing out as the corset was tightened so much his vision swam, holding up his dainty feet to be rolled and fastened into stockings. <br><br>The way the stockings caressed and massaged his smooth legs, rustling under the petticoats he was made to wear, was quite fascinating. <br><br>Looking down, he saw that the corset had pushed his soft new breasts up and out, making them more prominent. He was being feminised still further, and doing nothing to stop it!<br><br>Finally, he blushed as he allowed himself to be helped into the gown (http://www.cwrl.utexas.edu/~ulrich/19cdress/30s-40s/1840%20ballgown%20Yellow%20silk%20satin%20w%20woven%20bouquet%20motif,%20blonde%20silk%20bobbin%20lace%20trim%20CentraalMus.jpeg), feeling it flow and rustle about him, feeling lace brush at his wrists. Lifting his skirts - <em>the skirts he wore</em> to let the maid place his feet in high heeled shoes, he acquiesced to having his hair styled, nails lacquered, cheeks lightly rouged, and delicate silver and pearl jewellery attached.<br><br>Looking back at him from inside the mirror was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She smiled sweetly, happily, and mouthed "thank you" to the maid, appearing thrilled by the most feminine attire she now wore.<br><br>Clothing which he could feel on himself, as he mirrored the girl's actions. <br><br>He was a prisoner trapped inside his body... now her's. He was the girl in the mirror.
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 00:42:55</strong>
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				As a final touch, the maid put a layer of soft pink lipstick on his lips. If he tried to wipe it away or tell or show in any way that he was a male, his hands would not obey him and his voice stayed silient. Then he was given a small bag and found himself blowing a kiss in the mirror and then walking downstairs, to where Lady Linley waited. She shut the door and said "You might not find it that bad being female,Amelia. You cannot of course tell anyone who you really are, nor can you attempt to kill or harm yourself or me or my friends, and you must behave like a lady at all times."<br><br>"The purse contans the princessly sum of five pounds sterling. If you want to leave the Hall and seek your own way in the world, my spell will not stop you. But you can only take what you have now, a nightie, and a single pillow, the rest of your inheritance is mine. As a girl, sadly, the professions and the armed forces, indeed, almost any nice jobs, are closed to you, so you will either have to come back here, starve, commit crime or sell&nbsp; your noble body. If you stay here, I will match you up with a suitable man, one who will not beat you or otherwise hurt you, and will love you for yourself." She planted a mocking kiss on Amerlia's forehead. "Oh, you do look so beautiful in that dress."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:09:22</strong>
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				He found himself barely able to move, constricted by a corset and weighed down by voluminous skirts, but somehow the girl in the mirror looked entirely graceful as she moved in hers to join his stepmother... <br><br>He had to hold the front of the skirts as he stepped lightly down the stairs, feeling the full skirts drag behind him, their hems a step above him.<br><br>Finally, he reached the drawing room again. He found himself instinctively curtseying, deeply and fully, as he entered. It was all he could do to narrow his eyes slightly at his stepmother as she explained his new status. He could escape, but only like this, or stay as... an heiress. And to be given to a rich man as his bride.<br><br>No. He had to stay, his best chance of finding a way to regain his true shape was here... So he was trapped in skirts, unable to fully control his actions, but there had to be a way...<br><br>Then, as she kissed his soft brow and complimented his beauty in the dress he wore, he felt himself smile. "Thank you, Aunt Elizabeth."
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:24:48</strong>
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				"Now you may spend the morning by yourself. Within what I have set out, and obviously within the laws of the land, you are free to amuse yourself. I will send a footman to the Hall of Lord Montgomery. He is your age, I would not wed you to a lecherous old man, and besides, this is for you and him to court each other, you and him might end up genuinely in love. The life of a noble girl can be fun, if dull at times."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:40:28</strong>
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				"That is very kind of you, Aunt Elizabeth." He chose his words carefully, finding his tongue quick to substitute the ones Lady Linley wanted him... her t say. "But why this ruse? Why not simply... remove me? After all, you must still explain... Robert's disappearance."
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:50:25</strong>
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				"I don't hate you enough to kill you outright, in fact, I don't hate you at all,I just want your money. Also if I had you murdered and it was found out, I'd go to the gallows for sure. I will&nbsp; have it announced that you went to seek your fortune in the United States of America. That will explain why you vanished. Noone but me knows there is a male trapped within the beautiful girl that you have become. And noone ever will."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:55:50</strong>
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				"You... you can have the money. I will gladly take the stipend and one of the smaller houses... You have proved your power over me." He gestured down at himself shaped and dressed like a girl. "Give me enough to make my way in the world and I shall go... surely that would be cheaper than all these silks and satins?"
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:13:17</strong>
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				"No...you will have to get used to being a girl. No sex for you without the danger of getting pregnant. No vote for you either in elections or in the House of Lords. No professional job except that of writer open to you. Now when I die, and I am thirty years older then you, the spell will fade with my death, and then you can *return*. And perhaps in the few years left to you you will use your influence as a male to try to help give women the vote and the rights that males enjoy, a champion of feminism.If you succeed all women in this country will benifit vastly."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:15:18</strong>
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				"I... I can do that now. I swear. Please, do not do this to me!"
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:21:58</strong>
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				"Sorry, you are likely to spent <em>at least</em> the next twenty years as a girl, living a girl's life. You may well consider it a living death for you. Is that right?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:23:52</strong>
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				He shook his head, and felt his eyes sting - he was about to cry. "Please... this is not me... release me..."
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:34:44</strong>
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				"Stop crying, it'll mess up your make-up. You will only be freed with my death. You may be lucky, I may get a cancer and die quickly...or I might live another fifty years. Just imagine that...years of being a girly girl. Of sex...and pregnancy, and children. No vote. No direct influence on politics. No job unless you can be a very good writer, or maybe a teacher. I won't deliberatly land you with a bad husband, you have limited freedom of choice, but when you are married he can legally beat and rape you,although not kill you-if he does that he hangs. And everything you own will be his, not yours."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:51:31</strong>
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				"You-you're lying! You did this, you can undo it..." He felt tears start to roll down his soft, hot cheeks.
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 04:24:49</strong>
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				"Stop crying." He felt the tears stop although he still wanted to cry. "Now be off with you and amuse yourself until Lord Montgomery gets my message and comes here to meet you. When he comes, you will be sweet to him unless he is nasty to you. The spell will make sure of that."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 04:49:45</strong>
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				He wanted to keep crying, to scream, to run his "aunt" through... but all he could do was purse his soft lips slightly as he curtseyed deeply and said "Yes, Aunt Elizabeth," before turning to go with a rustle of satin and silk.<br><br><em>I have been sentenced to a life as a girl, for the crimes of all men. I must stop this monster, I must escape... this life...</em><br><br>Daintily lifting his skirts, he ascended the stairs to what had been his room but found his small feet walking to what had been a guest suite, decorated with pastels and lace curtains... the room of a girl of his age. He moved to a chaise-longue and held his skirts to sit at it properly, and found himself picking up a book. A collection of Romantic poems... no doubt further instruction.
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 04:56:38</strong>
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				There were several books and novels of that type;&nbsp; love poetry, romantic novels, books on how to look after children and run a household and it's servants, and a couple of racy,unpublished, erotic and most likely illegal manuscripts to instruct her about lovemaking. There was all kinds on infomation as to how to be a Victorian Lady.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 04:59:19</strong>
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				He wanted to grimace at this selection, but found himself pouting slightly instead. Books on etiquette and deportment, suitable for a debutante... was that part of the plan? Would he be forced to parade before the Queen herself in a virginal white ballgown with dozens of... other girls?
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 05:18:05</strong>
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				A footman entered the room and bowed to him. "Lady Amelia, Lord Montgomery will see you now." When he was a male, Lord Montgomery had been a firm friend of his;indeed he knew the Lord's fine points and his not so good points, as well as what he thought about women.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 05:32:39</strong>
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				"Thank you," Robert said quietly, setting the book down and following the servant out, feeling every rustle of silk as he moved.<br><br>Surely young Monty would recognise him, help him...
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 18:30:09</strong>
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				Lord Edward Montgomery was there, dressed in his finest clothers. He smiled when he saw Robert enter the room, took his hand and kissed it, then bowed. "Hello Amelia, I am delighted to see you. Would you like to go for a walk through the woods with me? And you can tell me about yourself and I can tell you about me." There was no sign of recognition in Edward's eyes, no sign that he knew who Amelia really was at all.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 04:27:07</strong>
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				Robert found himself instinctively curtseying, and felt himself blush softly as his delicate hand was kissed. <br><br>"I should be honoured to," he found himself saying in the sweet, girlish voice he had been forced to speak with. "Aunt Elizabeth will be able to observe."
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 04:56:46</strong>
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				They walked through the woods slowly with Lady Linley walking behind to make sure that they didn't do anything rude and Amelia's virginity was protected. "Tell me about yourself, I would very much like to know more about you, Amelia," Edward said to him.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 05:12:50</strong>
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				Robert's mind went blank. He had no idea what his new history as Amelia was supposed to be, except that he was now Elizabeth's niece...<br><br>"Well, my mother is Aunt Elizabeth's younger sister, and it was her suggestion that I stay here to attend the Season," he said, the first thing he could think of. It was something girls did, after all. Not the hunting season, of course... the <em>ball</em> season, he realised with a sinking feeling. Dances, meeting eligible bachelors, gossip and all that nonsense girls seemed to care about so very much. Was that his future?<br><br>Looking back at his stepmother's smile, he knew to his horror that it most likely was.
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 05:23:42</strong>
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				"I'm sure you'll have fun...so many eligible men to meet and court, so many dances, and you'll be presented to the Queen, I'm sure. I think you'll really enjoy yourself." He then told him a bit about himself.Of course he knew that allready but could not show Edward that he allready knew about him, not even by rolling his eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 01:54:58</strong>
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				Instead, he did his best to listen and seem interested, as he focused on walking trussed up like this, feeling skirts drag behind him on the paving stones, high heels push at his soles and the corset force him to stand upright. No wonder he could not recognise him, he thought grimly.
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 02:04:48</strong>
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				"Tonight there is the first ball of the season, I look forward to having the honour of the first dance with you.I think you will be&nbsp; a really good dancer, I can sense it." He looked into Amelia's eyes, and Amelia sensed that his best friend Edward was becoming very interested in him indeed.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 02:16:22</strong>
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				He found himself blushing. A programmed instinct or genuine embarrassment? Certainly he felt ashamed by his helpless feminine state. But the nod of the head and the murmured "I look forward to it" was definitely part of the illusion of Amelia that he was trapped in.
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				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 02:26:48</strong>
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				Edward said, "I must go now and prepare for the ball, as I think, must you." He planted a quick soft kiss on Amelia's cheek and said "Goodbye,Amelia, I will see you tonight at the&nbsp; ball in my finest clothes." Lady Linley came up and said, "He is right, it is time for you to prepare yourself, although no doubt you think yourself to be prepared allready."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 02:36:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert felt the blush of Edward's inappropriate attentions fading as he watched him go, and looked to his stepmother. "You are quite correct. Surely I am... more than well enough dressed for a ball?" he whispered, trying his best to reveal his irritation but merely sounding curious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 02:49:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You will not need to do all that much, you just need a finer outer dress to wear, and your finest jewelry, plus some more lipstick on those lips of yours, and you will be all ready for the ball. Don't worry, my dear Amelia, the spell will ensure that you can dance perfectly and play your role as you should, and it is chaparoned as well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 03:06:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Aunt Elizabeth," he said with a smile and curtseyed deeply, feeling a knot in his corseted stomach as he was unable to scream. "You do take such good care of me." He knew he looked and sounded the perfect devoted child. "Shall I change into my new gown now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 03:28:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, please do." He found himself walking to his new room, where his maid helped remove his outer dress and replace it with another. This was made of golden tafetta and was studded with red garnets.It was lighter then the other, and slightly higher...as high as it could go without being indecent, it being a dancing dress meant for balls. His maid placed a new coat of creamy pink lipstick on his lips and asked him to look in the mirror.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 04:43:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He found himself obeying the maid, moving his arms as instructed as she helped him out of the first dress and into the ballgown. He felt his golden hair being restyled to emphasise its body and curled ringlets, he found himself slipping on elbow-length white satin gloves and finally having his face lightly made up again, then turned to the mirror.<br><br>The girl looking back at him - the girl he was - looked even lovelier now.<br><br>He tried to resist her proud and happy smile, the urge to twirl and fuss at her skirts, but he was helplessly lost in his prison of femininity. Would this nightmare never end?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 04:53:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a knock on the door and Lady Linley entered and looked him up and down, and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. "You look lovely,Amelia, truely the belle of the ball. The young men will be queueing up&nbsp; to dance with you and talk to you,and I feel sure that you won't dissapont them, indeed, I know you will find it impossible to resist them.The other girls will be so jealous."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 18:36:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Aunt Elizabeth," he said in his happy girlish tones, feeling himself blush at the new orders she had given him. The blush alone felt natural, arising from shame rather than excitement... but even that was more than he wanted to truly feel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 18:47:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took his hand. "Now, go downstairs, the night is young and there are many eligilbe males to talk to and dance with. Perhaps Cupid waits at the ball too, and you will find somebody who will become your true love and husband."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 21:35:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," he said again, and felt himself turn to take another look at the girl in the mirror. She smiled back, looking blissfully happy, and then turned as he did towards the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 21:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Downstairs the hall was full of young ladies like himself and the young men who had come to meet and court them. Edward met him and walked up to him, taking his hand and kissing it. "Amelia, how delightful it is to see you here.," Edward said, looking him up and down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 21:54:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt a rush of excitement... not his own, but this new person, Amelia's. <br><br>He looked to the ladies, wanting to admire them for their beauty, but instead found his eyes studying what they wore and how they moved. And the men... he knew most of the lads here well, but they did not recognise him at all, and instead he felt them looking with that same admiration and interest. He felt the blush of embarrassment rise again.<br><br>Then he felt himself curtsey deeply as Edward approached, and smile shyly as he kissed his dainty hand. "Lord Montgomery, you are too kind."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 21:59:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward smiled at him. "You really are the belle of the ball, Amelia. Would you like to come into the living room and dance with me?" He could hear the sounds of a voilin from the living room, where a dance was beginning.Edward took his hands in his and looked lovingly into his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 22:07:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert wanted to scream and flee, but instead found his body smiling warmly and nodding as Edward guided him to the ballroom.<br><br>He had already picked out his outfit for tonight, and listed the young ladies he was going to ask to dance. But now he was more beautiful than any of them...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 22:13:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Some of the girls looked jealously at his clothes. They walked into the ballroom and danced, and the ring kept him dancing perfectly. He had danced at balls before of course, as the male. "You are a wonderful dancer, Amelia," Edward said. "I think you and I should be really close friends." He kissed him lightly on the cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 22:22:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, stop," he whispered breathlessly. Not the shriek of outrage he wanted, but at least the ring was keeping him chaste...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 22:35:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward stopped and pulled back."Sorry that I went too far, I'll go and dance with some other girls. Enjoy yourself."&nbsp; He noticed several other males looking at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 22:49:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am not offended," he said softly, the rin allowing him to give no sign that he absolutely was. He dipped in an elegant curtsey again as the dance ended. "Feel free to ask for my hand again later in the evening."<br><br>He found himself smiling bashfully at his admiring friends.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 22:53:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One of&nbsp; the girls came up to him. "I'm Samantha. You look great in that dress. Isen't this ball fun? So many nice men to dance with."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 22:59:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why thank you. Samantha Barton, I believe?" Robert dipped again, smiling warmly. "Amelia Foster, Lady Linley is my aunt. She has been kind enough to point everyone out to me."<br><br>He wanted to gaze at Samantha, to tell her she was beautiful... that he was Robert... but instead his eyes roved over the other dancing couples.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 23:07:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha pointed them out to him and asked him " I saw you dancing with Edward Montgomery, =what do you think of him? Is he a suitor of yours?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 23:32:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, no. The young Lord has been most welcoming, however." Robert was awkwardly aware that he was being allowed to speak for 'Amelia' in this minor matter, but would doubtless be stopped if he tried to stray from the topic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 23:49:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wish I had a suitor, someone sweet and kind, but noone seems interested in me. Sometimes...between you and me, a part of me wishes I was male.None seems to take me seiously."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 23:54:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert blinked, completely taken aback by Samantha's exclamation. "Well, I am sure there is a man out there who will treat you as you deserve."<br><br><em>I wish I could have been him</em>, he thought ruefully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 00:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't get me wrong, there are good things about being a girl...the clothes,the jewelry and the like, and much better a noble girl then a poor male. And yes, someone is out there for me, and for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 00:10:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Absolutely." He could not disagree, having been threatened with poverty as well as femininity... although poverty as himself would have been preferable to this inescapable girlish mask.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 00:12:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If we could vote, then they would have to treat us differently, but instead, in a legal sense, we are treated as children.And have to put up with it," Samantha said quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 00:15:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know. But in my experience, men are the more childish." He flashed a smile, having quite meant it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 00:23:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha grinned back. "And yet they treat us like the children. You and I should be best friends, I think. What would you like to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 00:26:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wanted to say 'run away together', but instead he found himself answering "find some young gentlemen who can at least dance well enough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 00:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's go and find them then, and we can talk more after the dance." Samantha soon found someone to dance with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 00:39:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert found himself clasping hands with Thomas Courtney... the last time they had done that they had been arm-wrsetling, and he had won. Now the lad stood a head taller than him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 01:20:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas was nice enough,and after the dance told her what a good dancer she was. "You dance really well. Please, tell me your name,and more about you if you want to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 01:23:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert felt himself smile shyly as he introduced himself as Amelia, Elizabeth's newly-arrived niece here for the Season.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 01:35:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe you and I should become friends," Thomas said to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 02:03:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I should welcome that, of course," he said with a warm smile that did not reflect his true feelings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 02:18:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Linley came along and smiled at him. "How is the ball, Amelia? Are you enjoying the attention of the fine, gallant young gentlemen present?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 02:45:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the gentlemen bowed, Robert found his instinct to follow suit made him curtsey along with several of the ladies... the <em>other</em> ladies, he corrected himself bitterly. "I am indeed, thank you, Aunt Elizabeth."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 02:56:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would you like to stay with them or come for a walk with me,under the moon and stars, where we can talk remarkably freely about your future?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 03:02:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He suspected a trap. "I can wait until you are not busy, but we only host the ball tonight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 03:09:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If that is the way you feel, then you can stay here, you seem so happy and content with the gentlemen and your new female friend.We will talk tomorrow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 03:13:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Aunt Elizabeth." He curtseyed deeply again. Wondering if he had passed a test, or surprised her... or fallen into another trap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 03:22:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In a few minites there will be a fireworks display, I think you'll like it, you allways did as a male after all." Lady Linley smiled at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 03:36:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He managed to make his new face pout slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 03:44:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The display was fun, with firecracers,rocket, Catherine Wheels and other such fun stuff.As a girl, he was not allowed to help light the fireworks like he had done as a boy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 04:38:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His pout deepened, but he nodded. After all, he was now dressed in yards of silk and cotton. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 04:51:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And it would have been a very bad and agonizing end had he gone up in a fireball. He saw Samantha not far away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 04:52:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lifted those hefty skirts to walk over to join her. "What do you think of the display?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 04:55:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very good, I love it, the best part of the display. Much better then the men.If I could only find a man who knew what it was like to be a girl in this country...I'd want to marry him!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 05:01:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am certain that such an understanding man exists." Robert smiles faintly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 16:47:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you know him? Do you know his name? If such a man exists he probebly has a wife allready."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 00:25:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Plenty enough are raised with sisters... My own cousin... who is gone away to America... likely understands us better than any man here tonight." Robert brushed at the skirt flaring under his gloved hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 05:02:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I was with him now...I would try my best to land him as a husband....a man who understands us girls is a treasure rarely found in this country."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 16:34:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My aunt agrees with you on that point." Robert laughed softly, but to his annoyance it came out as more a giggle than a chuckle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 17:28:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"At least I have you as a friend," Samantha said, smiling. "Someone who I can talk to about anything."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 14:55:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert smiled back warmly. Samantha was lovely, but they had barely spoken before and he had known little of her views. Now he wished to know more, and not only to please his "aunt".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 17:07:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tell me more about yourself," Samantha said. "Do you share the same views that I do? Do you beleave that some day, maybe in the far future, we will get legal equality with males?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 18:44:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why not sooner? We had them in Roman times, and there are lands now where no-one has any rights by law at all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 18:48:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We are lucky, things could be a lot worse for us then they are now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 18:56:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeed. And perhaps Her Majesty will improve our lot further."<br><br>Robert did not feel terribly lucky. He had finally met a girl worth talking to... and he was trapped inside a girl himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 19:01:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Her Majesty is just a figurehead, the Lords and Members of Parliment are all male, have allways been,and will allways be until we finally get the vote." Samantha replied.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 19:46:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"One never knows, she might turn like Elizabeth."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 20:59:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A coup? We can dream.Anyway,even if she did, we'd go back to a monarchy...no democracy there.For anyone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 00:54:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I only meant that she might exert some of the social power that she does have."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 01:42:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wish she would." Just then a couple of men of their own class walked up to them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 16:57:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well... we shall see." As Robert acknowledged the young men, he found himself curtseying deeply and smiling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 19:23:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One of them introduced himself as Andrew, and asked Amelia for a dance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 03:49:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt his small hand rise to let Andrew take it, and stood to be lead to the dancefloor, unable to move as he wished, feeling like a skirted marionette.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 04:28:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luckly the dance did not last long and he could soon be with Samantha again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 15:14:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being trapped in his own altered body, moving as commanded, he let his mind wander. It hardly mattered if he paid attention, after all. Some other force was steering him, he had no more control than a passenger in a carriage. He idly studied how he and Andrew danced - he was the better dancer, of course, his stepmother had made him the best of all the ladies here as well as the most beautiful. Had he been here as himself he would have been lining up to dance with him too... so he could feel no ill will towards Andrew, even as the boy gazed into his eyes and smiled.<br><br>He curtseyed again, a pretty automaton, and returned to Samantha as the dance ended. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 18:27:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You danced well," said Samantha. Just then Lady Linley turned up. "Ah, Amelia, you seem to be doing very well at the ball, dancing with the gentlemen. I see you and Samantha are firm friends.I have some good news for you.Tomorrow you can come to Lord Edward Montgomery's hall, he is very interested in you. And the day after that we will go to London where you can be presented to the Queen."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 14:05:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert gasped, feeling a flush of excitement... even knowing it was being forced on him, he could feel his heart quicken.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 18:04:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I feel sure the next couple of days will be very interested indeed for you,Amelia. It won't be long now until tonight's ball ends,and you have really made an impression.Have you enjoyed it? I certainly have, watching you dancing so well withthe young gentlemen. You really were the belle of the ball tonight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 14:45:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed as he nodded, forced to play the role, the blush from shame matching the coy look her commands made him adopt. "Thank you, Aunt Elizabeth," he murmured.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 16:32:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why not go to the front door and say goodbye to the young gentlemen as they leave?" Lady Linley said happily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 00:26:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course, Aunt." He felt himself lifting the skirts he wore away from his feet to make his way down the steps. So wildly impractical...<br><br>With due care he soon reached the entrance, where the footmen were showing the guests to their coaches. He made his way to the front of the line, and found himself curtseying deeply as the gentlemen left.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 00:36:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward planted a little goodbye kiss on his cheek. "Goodbye, Amelia, it was good dancing with you and I look forward to seeing you at my hall tomorrow.I really want to get to know you better."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 19:45:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I look forward to it," Robert replied, finding himself looking down and smiling shyly.<br><br>He smiled more genuinely as he said goodnight to Samantha.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 22:43:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha kissed his cheek goodnight and turned and left. "Amelia, do you require a sleeping draught?" Lady Linley asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 22:52:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhh, no thank you, Aunt." He shook his head. Even though he wanted to say yes, to send himself to sleep forever, he could not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 23:21:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good for you. Now up to bed with you, and make sure you lotion up your body before you put on your nightie. A maid is waiting to help you with the removal of your corset."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 23:31:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled rather than grimacing, curtseyed and swished upstairs rather than storming away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 23:34:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Upstairs a maid relesed him from the horrible tight corset and helped him remove his clothes, and then handed him some lotion to smooth onto his body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 00:40:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, thank you..." He let out a sigh of relief as he was freed from the gown and corset, stretching... just stopping himself stroking his new breasts too deeply as they rested on his chest naturally again. he took the lotion and found himself thanking the maid again as he started to oil his soft, sensitive skin as he was helped out of these many layers of frills and ruffles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 02:03:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The lotion felt good as he rubbed it into his body. The maid placed a frilly nightgown on him and Lady Linley came in. "You can read a book for a bit, and then it is time for bed.Tomorrow you will look at your most beautiful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 03:46:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I understand," he nodded, then relucantly added "... Aunt. Good night."<br><br>Alone again, he was able to relax... after a fashion. The silk nightdress flattered his beautiful new figure. He had never seen a young woman in scuh a state of undress before... and he wished he still had the capacity to be excited by it, rather than depressed.<br><br>Shakign his head, and feeling his ringlets bounce as he did, he slipped into bed and lay down, picking a book up from the nightstand. Romantic poetry, of course, the most girlish thing his "aunt" could force him to read.<br><br>He angrily extinguished the lamp and lay down in the dark... and was surprised when he felt a tear roll down his cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 04:05:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The next day the maid gently shook him awake. "Lady Linley wants you to be at your best today." She helped him into his corset and underwear, then his stockings, then a vest and a blue dress with gold leaf on it. She placed two bracelets of fine rolled gold on his wrists and a golden necklace with a ruby on it around his neck and ornately styled his hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 04:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course, thank you," he murmured, half asleep. Then he woke with a start, realising what had ben done to him was no dream as the maid began to bring out frilly underlinens and a dress. He wanted to run, but instead found himself a puppet on unseen strings, raising his feet to get into the drawers, his arms to have the corset laced onto his unresisting body... He watched, helpless, as he was made beautiful and feminine once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 04:44:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The maid put eye-shadow on his eyes and applied a light pink lipstick to his lips.Then Lady Linley came in and looked him up and down. "You look beautiful, Amelia, and I'm sure Edward will think so as well. It is time for you to have breakfast and then we will go together within a carridge to Montgomery Hall, where you will play the part to perfection of the sweet, winsome girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 01:09:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course, Aunt Elizabeth." He gave her a slight nod, doing his best to sound obedient... knowing the curse would make him obedient if he tried not to be. <br><br>He turned his gaze to the dressing mirror and stifled a sigh. As Amelia he was beautiful, no question, the most beautiful girl in the county, possibly all England...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 03:04:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The breakfast was of bread and butter and an apple and then Lady Linley took his hand. "Our coach awaits, it will not be that long a journey, and the coachman has a blunderbuss in case of highwaymen.Edward will be so pleased to see you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 04:06:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert nodded meekly and followed. "In case of highwaymen," he repeated numbly. "I could have defended myself yesterday," he murmured, audible only to his stepmother.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 04:11:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not any more, not as who you are now," she said with a grin. It was a pleasent ride to Montgomery Hall, and no highwaymen troubled them. They entered through the open front gates and from there it was a short trip to the Hall itself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 04:20:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He... more pouted than glowered at her as she smiled. "Then I hope at least you will feel a pang of guilt if they should come take me."<br><br>He seethed silently throughout the carriage trip, unable to voice his fury at this treatment, at being turned into Elizabeth's personal dressing-up doll for her cruel amusement.<br><br>He found he could not even shiver at the idea of entering Roger's home in this form and manner, but instead felt his new features shift into a cheerful girlish smile...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 04:43:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was greeted by Edward Montgomery, who kissed him on each cheek. "Amelia, I am delighted to see you here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 04:55:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He found himself curtseying fully, holding his skirts at the side to fan them out, and accepting the kisses with what he realised must be a bashful smile. "And I was delighted to receive your invitation, m'lord."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 05:36:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come and see the Hall, I think you will like it." He took his hand and gave it a little squeeze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 12:18:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am certain I shall," he agreed, having played there as a boy... the curse preventing him saying this, or even sighing that he was unable to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 21:32:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not knowing that he had seen it all before,Edward showed him through the many ornate rooms of the hall, with Lady Linley following behind as a chaparone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 15:21:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert's most recent memories, of course, were of seeing the Hall from a taller vantage point than the petite from Lady Linley had forced him down into.<br><br>He paused as he felt Edward's hand on his wrist... small enough that he could wrap his fingers all around it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 18:02:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they went around a bend and were, for a few seconds out of sight of Lady Linley, Edward tapped his shoulder and when he turned to him planted a big warm kiss on his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 02:16:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert flinched away - relieved to find that his body went with him, although annoyed that he could not raise his hand to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 04:16:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward grinned and said quietly "Sorry for doing that but I coulden't resist it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 04:18:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... understand," Robert replied weakly, surprised to have the free will to speak. "But do have a care..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 04:22:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you allright,Amelia? " Lady Linley asked, catching up with them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 04:46:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... I am quite well," he assured her. Apart from being trapped in a girl's body and kissed by my best friend, he thought to himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 04:54:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good. If you are worried about something you can tell me about it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 05:04:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course." He felt his knees dip and his hands grasp the skirts he had been made to wear as he curtseyed lightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 05:07:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aren't you looking forward to seeing the Queen?" Lady Linley asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 21:11:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On this cue, he felt the curtsey deepen from a quick bob to a full drop.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 21:47:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, it's time to go home now Amelia, you have a big day tomorrow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 21:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"... If you insist, Aunt Elizabeth."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 22:16:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They set off back home, the coachman keeping a close lookout, his blunderbuss at the ready, for anyone who might wish them harm. When they said goodbye Edward had kissed his cheeks again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 16:17:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed as he was kissed, his eyes lowering as he struggled to keep them up to see what was happening, another reminder of his helpless puppet state.<br><br>Watching the woods as they rode back, he almost hoped for highwaymen. A quick, clean death by a bullet to the heart...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 18:36:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Someone did come riding up, and the coachman gripped the butt of his gun harder, and waited to see if the horseman would just ride on past, if he just wanted to ask about something, or indeed, he&nbsp; was a highwayman up to no good.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 00:38:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert looked out, discreetly, thinking better of leaning out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 02:28:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She saw he had a pistol in his belt, but this did not mean by itself that he was a highwayman;it could just be for his own protection. Recently a police force had started up, but only so far in the cities of London and Manchester.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 00:25:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His pulse quickened. Even knowing the sense of it, he felt a frisson of fear. Much as he hated this new life, he was not truly ready to end it all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 00:37:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man passed on and Lady Linley breathed a huge sigh of relief and warned the coachman to watch out for ambushes ahead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 00:46:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert wondered how Lady Linley could sigh so loudly when laced into a corset, as he could barely breathe in the one she had trapped him in. No doubt her stays were not as tight as she had made his...<br><br>He put this thought to one side as he watched the horseman retreat into the distance. With the danger past, he was reminded that a chance of escape was lost to him as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 00:56:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The rest of the coach ride home passed off without incident and they reached Linley Hall. "Amelia, you can go upstairs and have your corset taken off now," Lady Linley said to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 17:42:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Aunt Elizabeth," he said, meaning the first part at least, his new instincts forcing the second part on him.<br><br>He had to wait for the footman to fold down the steps as the coachman held the horses steady. A day ago, he could have simply hopped down, but now he was weakened and trapped in skirts he needed the steps, and a guiding hand onto them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 18:53:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A maid helped him upstairs, took off his tight corset,and rubbed lotion into his body which felt really soothing. Meanwhile Lady Linley got the dress he would wear to meet the Queen and brought it in front of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 16:26:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had almost started to relax when Lady Linley entered carrying a gleaming silver white satin gown (http://www.cwrl.utexas.edu/~ulrich/19cdress/30s-40s/1841%20white%20silk%20satin%20bridallexington%20Mus.jpeg). He blushed with shame at the idea of wearing it, being presented to the Queen herself as a girl. And to his further insult he felt himself smiling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 16:57:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you should try it on now just to make sure it fits you. I think you will look so lovely and sweet wearing it, you will turn heads at the Queen's ball for certain."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 23:55:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you insist, but I am fresh out of my corset and stays..." The softening of his voice also made it sound like a practical, rather than a desperate desire to escape that for a few hours as he truly felt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 00:23:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I won't make you put the corset and stays on as I would tomorrow, this is just trying it on for a short time. You'll look great."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 01:18:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Will that... garment even for without a corset and all underneath?" he asked doubtfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 01:23:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not very well, but it's just a quick test,I'm not nasty enough to make you corset up again just to try it on for a minite or two."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 01:59:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert was surprised to be able to raise his eyebrows doubtfully. The maid must have been out of sight long enough for the curse to give him back some self-control.<br><br>But as he thought that, he found his pretty new voice say "As you will, Aunt Elizabeth," and felt himself smiling meekly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 03:14:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The maid helped it on him and it felt quite nice to wear without the stays and the corset, which he knew he would have to wear the next day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 19:00:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He tried to ignore the pleasurable feeling of smooth, cool satin on his skin. Although the gown could not be fastened the whole way, it was far more comfortable without the punching underpinnings.<br><br>And, of course, Amelia looked lovely in it as Robert was made to turn to the mirror and admire her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 21:03:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Amelia, you look so lovely. You can take it off and read a bit before bed. Tomorrow you and I are going down to London to see the Queen."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 01:57:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Aunt Amelia," he said in the meek tone he was now forced to use, feeling his lips curl in a sweet smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 04:44:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kissed him on the cheek and said goodnight to him and the maid lotioned up his body and helped him into his nightie.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 00:26:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could not even pull away from her show of motherly affection, but instead closed his eyes and feebly accepted it with apparent goodwill. <br><br>He wanted to cry, to run... instead he smiled and thanked the maid for helping him into the shameful linen and frills and slid into bed, again hoping for an end to this puppet's nightmare.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 03:33:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He woke with the maid by his bed. "Lady Linley wants me to help you dress in your finest make up and jewelry and of course, that dress, so that you look at your best in front of the Queen."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 01:42:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He woke and blinked, focused on the maid - and found himself replying before he could think, saying "thank you" as he slid out of bed and swayed off to the waiting tepid bath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 04:02:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bath had been made as hot as it could be without the risk of burning him, so it was reasonably pleasent to be in. Afterwards she dried him, and put his underwear,corset, stays and dress on him. She put stockings and high heeled shoes&nbsp; on his feet, a pear necklace around his neck,and pearl bracelets on his wrists. Lady Linley came in dressed in her finest dress and jewelery. "Amelia, aren't you excited at going down to London to be presented to the Queen?" she asked him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 16:29:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could not resist in any way as he was dried, corseted, dressed and shod, helplessly lost in the heights of femininity. <br><br>He resisted the temptation to stroke his legs as they were sliped into stockings, ignored the tingle of pleasure that feeling gave him. He could not complain about the pain of the corsetry he was made to wear, the shame at the idea of being paraded before the Queen in skirts... all he could do was simper and smile, and do his best to ignore these wrong sensations. He was a man. He would endure all this and more.<br><br>As he sat to have his long golden hair curled into corkscrew ringlets by the maid, he found himself smiling sweetly at his captor. "Oh, yes," he said in his breathless girlish voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 18:05:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Linley planted a little kiss on his forehead, and when his hair was ready, took his hand and took him downstairs to the coach that waited to take them to London. Once more the coachman carried a blunderbuss in case of attack by highwaymen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 18:16:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He followed along helplessly, pausing as he was fastened into a bonnet and cape. Lady Linley made sure to let him see his reflection again at this, taking every opportunity to cruelly tease him with his girlishness.<br><br>As they travelled the few miles to the city, he fantasised of escape and revenge. But no hint of his rage could reach his prettified face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 18:24:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon they reached the teaming city, with policemen on the beat, with crowds of people buying, selling, hurrying to and from places,and in a few cases lying in the gutter. The poor areas of town stank, but they&nbsp; were soon through them and traveling towards Buckingham Palace. "You know, a lot of male aristrocrats of your age may well take an interest in you there," Lady Linley said. "Would you like to be married? To the right man of course who loves you, of course."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 23:14:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The thought of being made to marry a man made Robert's blood run cold. The idea of being loved like this, and of being trapped in the role of a loving wife, repulsed and terrified him. <br><br>He was surprised to be able to answer for himself, albeit more quietly than the shriek he would have found natural. "N-no... please, don't do that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 01:17:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Linley smiled an evil, mocking smile at him. "I think I can arrange a meeting with the right man, and the ring will keep you in your role;he'll never have a clue that you used to be a male. Maybe one day you will have and look after his children."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 01:46:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped and shivered. "No, please, I beg you! Do not make me!" The idea of being made to become a wife and mother filled him with even more dread than spending the rest of his life trapped in skirts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 02:21:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course, there is allways the slight risk of death in childbirth, but it would probebly be a blessing from your point of view." She kissed his cheek lightly. "We are almost at the Palace."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 23:49:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wanted to scowl at her, to raise a hand to her, but all he could do as pout and nervously wring his dainty little hands. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 00:25:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They drove up to the Palace gates and joined a traffic jam of coaches waiting to enter,each with a girl and her family or chaparone inside. "I will make it my mission to get you married within a year or two," Lady Linley said, grinning at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 15:56:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The curse constrained his responses and he heard his pretty new voice say "thank you, Aunt Elizabeth."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 18:17:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They joined the others as they prepared to file in and meet the Queen of England face to face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 15:57:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked around, as little as he could with the curse fully controlling his movements so that he seemed focused on the queue ahead. So many beautiful young women in white gowns waiting to make their debut... and now he was the most beautiful of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 16:35:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The other girls looked at him with admiration because of how beautiful he looked. And the males who were around looked at him as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 16:51:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could feel himself smile at the admiring glances, and his shamed blush looked like the natural pink cheeks a shy debutante might sport. <br><br>A real girl like Amelia would doubtless be thrilled by all this... but he was <em>not</em> Amelia, no matter what his mother-in-law had done to him.<br><br>Part of him wished he could be, just to escape this torment, to forget that he had ever been Robert.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 17:18:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				But he was denied that as he walked on and came on sight of the young Queen Victoria who smiled at him and the other girls.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 06:17:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The impulse to bow to the young queen forced him instead to curtsey deeply, holding the skirts of the gown out wide as he could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 17:44:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After the last of the girls had been presented to the Queen, a Royal Ball began, and Lady Linley came up to him, a young handsome man by her side andd said to him "This is my neice, Amelia, I'm sure she would really like to talk and to dance with you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 23:17:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let out a gasp before his body was taken over and he felt himself smiling bashfully as he dipped in a graceful curtsey.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 23:44:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tell me about yourself, Amelia.I am Johnathan, by the way, and I would love to know more about you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 23:46:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt his hand extend to let this man, Jonathan, pull him back to his feet. He held Robert's dainty little hand, and he found he could not pull away, but simply look up at the man. <br><br>"What would you wish to know?" Robert realised that he knew only the sketched-in details of Amelia's manufactured history.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 00:00:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Anything that you feel like telling me within reason."&nbsp; He smiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 01:59:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well... Aunt Elizabeth was kind enough to let me holiday with her for the Season, I normally live in Suffolk with my parents. Of course, I should hope to live in London..."<br><br>He wondered where all of this was coming from. How much of Amelia's false life was written into his mind without his knowledge?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:20:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He told her a little about his own life, careful, trying not to make the beauty bored with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:36:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert listened, unable to ask questions as Jonathan mentioned masculine pursuits that he doubtless presumed would not interest Amelia, but which Robert, trapped inside her, was ever more nostalgic for as they were ever more out of reach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:44:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would&nbsp; you like to dance with&nbsp; me, Amelia?" he asked her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:12:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would be delighted," he could not stop himself saying, feeling his unresisting body ready to be drawn out to the dancefloor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:24:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again he found himself dancing like a puppet whilst Lady Linley looked on and smiled at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He concentrated on the moves his reshaped body was making, anything not to think about the role he was trapped in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:37:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Johnathan planted a sly kiss on his cheek. :-*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:41:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt that cheek burn with humiliation, which to Jonathan doubtless looked like girlish shyness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:46:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Johnathan had not the slightest idea how much Amelia wanted to wipe the kiss and scream who he really was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:51:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Because there was nothing Robert could do. He felt he might explode, but no tears came, he could not so much as tense his fingers into fists. He was helpless, caught inside Amelia, the beautiful prison his own body had become. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:06:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Johnathan pulled him behind a pilar and planted a big kiss on his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His body froze, apparently its enchanted manners were not designed for that. Unable to react himself, he simply looked up at the man... willing his hand to rise to strike him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:41:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And it did. The spell kept him girly, but not helpless in the face of physical assault or gross abuse like this. He found himself able to slap the offender hard, then stomp on his foot and break free to run to Lady Linley. He was also able to wipe his mouth. "What's wrong?" Lady Linley asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 05:05:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He kissed me!" He wanted to shriek, but it came out as more of a whimper, just as his run had been more of a saunter, not going through the dancers... seemingly the instinct to go unnoticed and cause no scandal was still strong.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 16:41:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"On the lips? That goes too far, noone has the right to treat you like a piece of meat when they've only just met you. Stay with me until the danger is over.And if he comes after you again, he'll have me to deal with."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 04:32:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert looked at his stepmother, shocked by this reaction, then nodded dumbly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 18:02:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She said softly in his ear "Yes, you're a girl now, but I'm not totally evil. I had that happen to me once when I was your age,someone forcibly kissing my lips, and I hated it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 00:12:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I understand," he replied meekly. "Thank you," he added reluctantly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 00:16:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In an hour or so we can go and spend the night at a hotel,&nbsp; a good one,and go shopping the next day before we go home again," she&nbsp; said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 00:23:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," he said again, less heartfelt due to the final twist of the knife in that offer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 00:33:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think I will buy you a lovely new necklace " Lady Linley said, smiling at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 00:55:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded slightly and murmured "that would be very kind of you, Aunt Elizabeth."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 01:15:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Within an hour they were on their way by coach to the Hotel Expensivo, in Central London.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 02:36:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was relieved to be away from Jonathan... and all the other young men who had wanted to dance with him... and he had not been able to stop himself dancing with.<br><br>He was even happy to clamber into the carriage, skirts held just so. He found himself doing it quite naturally, not minding, as he hurried to get into the cab.<br><br>He looked out at the hotel wide-eyed, not quite believeing that the Palatz was what his "aunt" had in mind. He was so stunned by the last hour that he even smiled himself as he accepted a footman's hand to help him down, holding his skirts properly with the other...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 05:00:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Linley, he and three footmen went to their room, which was in fact two interconnecting rooms with nice soft beds in them, along with a chair, a mirror and a make-up table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 05:05:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved to slump on the bed, but with eyes on him he could only move gracefully and take a dainty seat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 18:33:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They left and Lady Linley herself helped him out of his corset. "Please could you help me out of mine?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 02:39:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned with relief, but softer than he would have as himself, as the gown and corset were loosened. <br><br>"Of course," he said quietly, his nimble little fingers quickly unfastening the silk laces. "You need not wear this," he murmured as he worked to free her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 04:37:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and gently rubbed lotion into his back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 22:49:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He allowed her to, sensing that he could probably withdraw if he tried, but knowing she would scold him if he did so - and appreciating the soothing sensation of the balm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 22:56:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How does that feel, Amelia?" Lady Linley asked him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 23:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Better," he admitted. "Certainly better than being trapped in corsets."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 23:08:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps some day, far in the future, women will be free of having to wear them. As it is, we need them to make our clothes fit properly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 23:29:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You have such resources that you need not trouble yourself with London society, you could live wherever you wish. And what right does this give you to inflict this on me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 00:05:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So that you know what it is like for us women. If you ever do become a male again, with luck you will be kind and respectful to women and a&nbsp; beleiver in female equality."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 01:45:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I might just as likely resent your vengeful excesses and unfair treatment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 02:04:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What would you do to get your male shape back?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 02:21:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked away. "If I could, I would kill you for this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 02:34:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And that is precisely why you have to stay as a sweet young girl, princess." She kissed his forehead, a kiss he had to leave alone because of the spell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 02:39:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He closed his eyes and felt them moisten. "What else could I do, to be a man again? Please..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 03:19:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I suppose maybe if you signed everything formally over&nbsp; to me and left the country it might be arranged."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 00:31:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Gladly." He suspected that this had been the witch's plan from the outset. Perhaps the curse could only last for so long, and the threat of permanency was a trick. But he no longer cared. He could not spend another day as a girlish puppet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 01:18:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm still thinking of having you married off, you might enjoy married life," she said wickedly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 01:34:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He frowned deeply, feeling angry tears sting at his eyes as she taunted him with his helplessness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 03:34:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"When we get back to the Hall tommorrow&nbsp; we can find a country for you to go to...as a male. But you have to sign nearly everything over to me.Otherwise I will have you married off within the year."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 03:42:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course," he said quietly, feeling completely defeated, yet at the same time relieved. Let her have the money, the land... He only wanted to be free of this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 03:47:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kissed his forehead, said goodnight and left him to sleep in the lovely bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 04:14:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He mumbled something as she said goodnight. he could not bring himself to say thank you of his own free will... not until he was truly free of her curse. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 04:56:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The next day she lightly shook him awake. "I was thinking when you are up and dressed, we could go shopping together?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:11:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He woke from a dream of... what was it? He was trapped in soft, flowing silks... As he was as he awoke, he realised bitterly. <br><br>"Of course, but not too long, we have a long drive to the Hall ahead of us..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 16:55:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he and Lady Linley had dressed, she led him to a fine jewelery shop. "What do you think, Amelia? If you could get one piece of jewelry, what would you choose?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 00:19:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He noticed that she had avoided his point reminding her of her offer to return to the Hall and be done with this. Unable to stop himself, he soon found his girlish body attired in a pastel silk walking dress, bonnet and all. Again he was painfully reminded of how beautiful he now was, before being made to play the obedient niece about town.<br><br>Looking at the selection of jewellery on display, he had no idea how to respond. "Perhaps that necklace... to go with a blue dinner dress." He suspected he would soon be wearing both. At least he could have some say as to the colour.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 03:13:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She brought the beautiful necklace and placed it around his neck, then led him to the coach. "Come, we will go back to the Hall and from there to the Map Room."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 22:13:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The inescapable commands bade him smile bashfully and whisper a "thank you" at this extravagant spending of his own money on the pretty bauble fastened to his neck like a prisoner's collar.<br><br>But his heart skipped a beat at the mention of the map room. Was she telling the truth? Would she let him be himself again?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 00:57:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The trip back was long and uneventful, and when they got back Lady Linley took him to the Map Room. There were large maps, small, portable maps, globes,and they were as good as any map of the time. "So, Amelia, in exchange for your male shape back and some money for traveling, where are you thinking of going to live?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 02:16:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert winced at being called Amelia once more. He was glad to be free of the bonnet, cape and gloves, even if he still wore the visiting dress he had been fastened into this morning, and all the other accoutrements of femininity.<br><br>"Perhaps the Americas?" he ventured. "I know that I am yours to dispose of as you see fit..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 03:44:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's see, within a week I can arrange a passage for £60 on the <em>Transit</em>, also rather unkindly nicknamed the <em>Chance It</em>, and assuming the three week voyage goes well and does not sink en route, you would become a male after the first six hours or so in America. I'd give you £200 to seek your fortune with, as well as the nesscessary clothing, provisions, and the like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 19:41:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert pursed his lips at the implied threat, and the knowledge that he was being forced to take his lyign mother-in-law at her word. "Very well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 20:54:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"One more week here as a girl should not be too hard to endure, now that you know the end is in sight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 00:34:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh, no, no indeed." Robert nodded weakly, much as he wanted to scream about the delay.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 00:47:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stay here, I will go and see about getting your ticket arranged."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 18:57:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave a slight nod. "Thank you," he murmured.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 19:00:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She left and ordered the coachman to take her to the ticket office,within his hearing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 19:26:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let out a soft sigh of relief... all that his corseted lungs could allow. Perhaps his tormentor had decided to be as good as her word after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 19:29:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He saw Samantha come up the drive.She smiled when she saw him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 20:02:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Surprised, he found himself waving and going to greet her approaching carriage. He stopped to see how he looked... reminding himself of what he looked like now, that she was here to see Amelia, not him as he truly was... she might well never meet him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 00:07:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned. "How have things been for you today?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 21:39:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, quite busy... I am preparing for a journey to the Continent." He studied her reaction, wishing he could ask her to go with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 00:37:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lucky you,which country?And how long will you be gone for?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 23:48:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"France initially, then Italy, Portugal... I may be gone some time." He gazed at her wistfully, wishing he could tell her the truth. Wishing he had met her just a few days earlier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 22:49:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lucky you. Will it be Port Out,Starboard Home? I will miss you when you go. I love talking to you and wish so much that I could find a man with your views...I'd marry him."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 02:23:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert smiled ruefully. "And he would be fortunate indeed to have you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 04:58:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He would, I would be a wonderful wife to him, loving and sweet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 05:01:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert bit his lip. "Well then... I hope for both your sakes that one day you will meet the man who deserves you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 05:06:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And I hope the same thing for you,Amelia. Such men <em>do</em> exist but they seem to be so rare."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 00:38:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are very kind." He smiled softly, reminded of the men his feminised form had attracted and how he had loathed them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 05:36:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And you are one of the best friends I have ever had," she replied.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 22:24:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Likewise, absolutely."<br><br>Robert wondered at the perfect cruelty of meeting Samantha while trapped in the shape and role of a girl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 23:39:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Linley returned. "The vessel, the <em>Transit </em>, has been chartered,and tomorrow we will get your things packed and ready. You must be so excited,I would guess, at going abroad."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 15:25:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert gave a brisk nod. He looked to Samantha, then back to his stepmother. "Ahh, yes. Yes, quite so." He pursed his soft lips pensively.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 15:35:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You just have one final ball to go to before your trip. I'm sure you will look as beautiful as allways."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 23:32:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, of course," he said after a moment's pause, making himself smile as his mother-in-law twisted the knife one more time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 00:26:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"For now, I'll go and leave you to talk with Samantha whilst I get your clothes ready for the ball, she's a very nice person to talk with."She went off, leaving them alone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 00:33:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave a slight nod and reluctantly said "Thank you, Aunt Amelia."<br><br>He turned back to Samantha, siting by her on the windowsill seat, taking her hands. "She takes great amusement in reminding me of my place."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 05:23:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She seems to be happy that we women are denied the right to vote, and denied entry to the important professions and the armed forces. Why is she like that? She's a woman too," Samantha said, a little annoyed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 20:49:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She has played the game to her advantage, and enjoys being in a place of power with no responsibilities. Never mind how few... how few of us can do that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 21:42:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She just cares about herself, not about womankind and their future. I...so wish I&nbsp; could find a man who was as good as you,Amelia."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 21:44:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert gave a small nod. "So do I." <br><br>He was startled by what he said. He knew that this form prevented him feeling the full attraction he should for Samantha, but... surely not...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 22:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt himself getting warm and wet, down...there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 00:09:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lowered his long-lashed gaze, feeling flustered and confused. The alterations imposed upon him were making him feel drawn to men. Another new cruelty and shame.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:07:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I bet you won't miss the balls," Samantha said. "So many of the men at them seem to be either boring, or trying to tempt me into bed with them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:17:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True," Robert agreed, thinking back to being lead around the dance floor, to being kissed... to how the attention made him feel almost giddy...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:17:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I envy you...you get to travel the world and I am stuck with boring men at home," Samantha said sadly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:36:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert clasped her hand and smiled warmly. "Fear not... I know the world cannot contain you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 03:29:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was not long before Lady Linley came back with a map of the ship that would be Robert's home for weeks before it could reach America.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 19:34:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," he said quietly and looked over the layout. It was not as small as he had feared, he would have some privacy... still in this form, he would need that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 19:43:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Once you reach America you will gain your male form again," Lady Linley told him quietly. "What do you want to take with you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 20:02:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked over at Samantha, hoping she had not heard his secret.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 20:08:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had not heard;Lady Linley had been quiet and discreet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 02:00:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I shall need some clothing, some of my books, and what monies you can spare," Robert said meekly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 02:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You will have that, I promise. Do you want to pack yourself, or have the servants do it for you?," Lady Linley asked him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 08:18:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I should... pack my male items myself, as much as I can. I would... welcome help packing clothing for my voyage."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 16:22:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can have three trunks, one with your clothes for the voyage, one with male clothing and one for everything else...books, money,general baggage. And as soon as you set foot on dry land in America you will be your old self once more," Lady Linley said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 07:45:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It... would help if I could... change in private."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 17:50:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll see what I can do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 05:19:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Aunt Amelia," he said meekly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 16:36:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would you like to help pack your things?" Lady Linley asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 07:43:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I suppose I should do so, yes."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 19:13:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Linley led him to his bedroom where three large open chests were laid out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 06:18:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He approached Samantha and said a soft "excuse me... I have things to attend to before I go. Please, stay, I shall not be long." Then he followed Lady Linley like a dutiful niece, feeling the weight of the skirts dragging him down as he moved away from Samantha.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 16:29:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, what do you think you will need? I'd guess plenty of clothing, a pair of pistols and some ammunition,a cutlass, a chess set, some books,what else?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:06:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Some monies, with which to settle in comfortably and... speak of your generous bequest in America's decent society." Robert sighed softly as he walked holding his heavy skirts as daintily as he had been shown to. "I should like my telescope as well, and my saddle and harness once I acquire a horse."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:46:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can have that and your star map too. I think you'll be really pleased once you finally become your male self again. Now do you understand what women have to go through?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:54:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert gave a small nod, lowering his gaze uncomfortably. "I... have begun to, perhaps."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:25:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I knew you would. You just have one more ball to go to before we head to Portsmouth tomorrow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 02:22:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," he replied meekly, the image of a proper young niece.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 03:08:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kissed his cheek lightly. "Good girl. Now go and get ready for it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 03:24:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a slight nod, he returned to the bedroom where one of the maids was waiting, with another madly impractical new ballgown to trap him in. Stifling a melancholy sigh, he stepped into the room, looking over what he would have to wear for the evening...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 04:34:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a heavy warm silken thing of crimson red and gold, with golden bangles and earrings and a golden neck-torc to go with it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 04:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moaned inwardly at the idea of wearing this. "At least it isn't white or a pastel or something again," he thought as he stepped into his room to let the maid dress him in the gown.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 17:41:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt as uncomftable as the first dress had done, but looked really good. The maid lipsticked his lips and placed mascara on his eyes, and placed a necklace of diamonds around his neck and a silver bracelet on his wrist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 20:24:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt the programmed rush of pride as "she" admired herself in the dressing mirror, turning and smiling, holding out her train. He knew it was a lie, but could not entirely deny it. He was beautiful, and much as he wished otherwise and knew it was a trick, seeing himself like this was a pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 21:47:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You look so beautiful,Amelia, I wish I could be you," the maid said with a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 22:28:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert turned and looked at her with surprise. "Thank you," he heard himself say, feeling a blush and smile of gratitude. He wanted to tell her that she probably could be Amelia if she asked Lady Linley, but the words would not come as he could not betray that secret.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 22:30:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I heard you were going abroad, I wish you luck," the maid said politely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 22:44:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Belinda. I am only sorry I can just take one chaperone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 23:11:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Linley came in and grinned. "The males who are at the ball will so like your looks and want to dance with you, I'm sure. Follow me to the ball."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 02:29:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert dipped in a curtsey, knowing the curse would force him to and beating it to the punch. "Thank you, Aunt Elizabeth," he said in his meek girlish voice, again before he could be forced to, and held his flowing skirts so that he could walk after her as demurely as she had programmed him to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:16:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was ogled by the vast majority of the men present when he stepped into the ballroom. He could sense them undreesing him with their eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 02:31:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed with shame at being so helplessly lost in the prison of femininity, even more as he thought that no doubt most of the men present would find his blushing charming and girlish. Only the thought that he might soon awaken from this nightmare sustained him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 02:47:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha came up to talk to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 03:04:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved to bow to her, and found himself curtseying gracefully instead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 04:33:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She curtsied back. "You must be happy to see me again, aren't you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 22:57:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Always," he replied, honestly. "I shall miss you when I am gone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 03:12:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Just then a couple of men came up and asked to dance with them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 00:51:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert let out a small gasp of surprise, before his body moved to curtsey again and reach out a hand to let one of the men take it. Anotehr reminder of quite how helpless he was.<br><br><em>At least Edward Montgomery is not here</em>, he thought as he was lead out to the dancefloor, holding his skirts to one side as daintily as any of the real girls here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 15:59:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man he danced with was a good dancer,and at least he didn't force any unwanted kisses on Robert.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 01:57:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He still held him close as he spun him, of course, resting a hand on his narrowed, constricted waist, and Robert was glad to curtsey and step away as the musicians sruck the last notes of the tune.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 02:03:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Just then Edward Montgomery came up to him with a big smile on his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 02:25:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert gasped, and felt himself blushing, as Edward gazed down at him and smiled. He dropped into another full curtsey, feeling his skirts swish about his legs, and glanced up at his friend as he did, seeing him stand proudly in his captain's uniform. <br><br>"Lord Montgomery. I am so glad that you chose to attend," he said, without prompting from the curse. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 02:45:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I heard that you were going abroad. Would you like one last dance with me first?" Edward asked him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 02:46:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," Robert breathed without thinking. "I would," he added after a moment, flustered by his response. Was this part of the curse, making him feel so... giddy?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 03:08:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward kissed him lightly on the cheek and they started to dance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 03:14:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt himself blushing at the kiss, and smiling as well. He walked back to the dance floor without faltering, seemingly willingly. His eyes went to meet Edward's...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 03:40:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward gazed happily and lovingly into his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 03:43:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt more of a blush on his rosy cheeks, but could not look away, fascinated by his eyes and smile as they began to dance, he barely aware of the skirts swishing around his legs as he gracefully took the female part.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 04:33:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So why are you going abroad?" Edward asked him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:51:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My aunt feels that I should further my education," he said, finding himself able to say anything and feeling uncomfortable about having to lie, but suddenly unwilling to tell the truth given this unexpected opportunity. He smiled shyly and lowered his gaze, feeling his blush deepen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:59:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Will you miss me when you go?"Edward asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 05:39:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes. I will." He answered without hesitation, his eyes returning to meet Edward's and lingering there.<br><br>As he had a moment to consider this, he felt his blush all the stronger. Was the compulsion working on him so much better that he could no longer tell what were his own answers and what were his female prison's? Or... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 18:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward pressed a single soft kiss on his forehead. "I will miss you too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 20:41:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He found his mouth opening in a small 'o' as he felt the kiss... imagining it on his lips. "I... hope to return soon."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 00:03:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"When you do...could we become a couple?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 04:18:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I should be honoured."<br><br>He was stunned by his own answer. Was this the work of the cursed ring? It had not felt like it was forced on him, but rather a natural, instinctive response. Was he forgetting who and what he truly was? And why did he feel so... giddy?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 06:23:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 23:50:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert felt his heart thundering in his chest, felt faint in Edward's arms as he kissed him. He was... overjoyed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 00:09:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward planted soft little kisses on Robert's face. "What if I were to go with you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 00:22:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Some... arrangements would have to be made," Robert said, the question cutting through his confusion at how he felt. "I... I shall have to discuss this matter with my aunt," he added quietly, feeling his blush return as he realised how turned around he was by these feelings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 00:25:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd pay my way if you did want me coming along,of course."Edward said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 00:33:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of, of course," Robert stammered, his eyes lingering on Edward's lips, recalling the illicit thrill of those kisses. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 00:42:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you want to tell your aunt about me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 04:12:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert considered this for a moment, and nodded. "I do."<br><br>He did not know <em>what</em> he would tell her, only that he had to say something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 05:01:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are such a beautiful girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 05:08:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," he said softly, finding himself smiling at the compliment. Somehow, when Edward said it, it did not feel like a cruel reminder of what had been done to him...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 05:30:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm falling in love with you" Edward said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 05:47:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert gasped, feeling his heart skip a beat. "I... I..." His head swum, he felt as close to fainting as he had when first forced into a corset.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 17:33:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward cuddled him gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 03:48:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gazed up into Edward's eyes, dizzy and confused by how he felt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 04:09:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward kissed his forehead again and continued to cuddle him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 04:12:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed slightly at these attentions, but did nothing to refuse or evade them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 05:07:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shall we go and talk to your aunt?"Edward asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 23:35:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I believe... I had best speak with her alone, first off." He moved slightly away, despite finding himself reluctant to be let go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 03:44:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His aunt greeted him with a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 06:53:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let the commands of the ring make him dip in a graceful curtsey, before looking his stepmother-turned-"aunt" in the eye. "I have a matter to discuss in private, if I may."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 17:23:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course you can. Let's go upstairs and discuss it there."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 04:30:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert duly followed, hitching up is layers of skirts to ascend the stairs... glancing back at the dancefloor, and catching Edward's eye, as he went.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 16:29:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward blew him a kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 02:26:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt his blush brighten an his heart beat faster as he smoothed down his skirts properly and walked into the upstairs sitting room.<br><br>As Lady Linley closed the door, affording them privacy, he turned, daintily holding his trains to one side, to look at her.<br><br>"What have I done to deserve this fresh torment?" he asked, his voice trembling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 05:13:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry, your best friend won't be with you long, you are sailing to America tomorrow afternoon."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 02:54:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I - " he hesitated, feeling a blush of shame rise on his cheeks. "I find..." He paused again, lost for words. Not wanting to admit how he found himself feeling, even to himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 05:50:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're falling in love with him?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 02:55:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked away. "I... yes." He grimaced. "I have no desire to... but I find my thoughts turning to him." He looked back, eyes moistening. "Please, stop this! I have no wish to remain like this a day longer... but for him, I want to forget I was ever anything else!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 14:03:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you wish that he could come with you on the ship to America," Lady Linley asked him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:20:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"N-no," he stammered, shaking his head. "I could not stand to be seen as a man. He... he loves the girl you have made me... not who I might truly be. Stop this..." Tears startled to roll down his pink cheeks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 05:05:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tomorrow you sail out and as soon as you touch American soil you will be the male you again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 22:33:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But I will always remember how it feels... to love a man..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 00:44:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you really in love with your best friend? Enough to want to stay a girl?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 19:58:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hesitated. "I... part of me wants to say yes." He retrieved a lace handkerchief to wipe daintily at his tears. "And will I ever be free of that? Be able to love a woman, knowing how it to love a man? Because if I cannot forget how it feels, I will never truly be a man again. Please... let me put this behind me and live one life."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 01:13:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"When you get back to your normal self, a small part of you will allways find men attractive,"Lady Linley told him,grinning. &gt;:)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:24:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert lowered his gaze, tears trickling down his pink cheeks. "Then... I am no man at all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 15:35:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There is no need to let anyone know about it," Lady Linley replied.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 01:53:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What does it matter? I am undone! I can never again be the man I was, the man I wished to be!" He began to sob. "You dangle the hope of a reprieve and snatch it away, to unman me for ever!" He turned to flee the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 18:21:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughed and let him go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 06:37:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He fled to his room, nearly stumbling over his skirts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 01:45:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward came up to see him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 14:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On hearing the knock at the door, he found himself drying his eyes, hiding his lace handkerchief and looking in the mirror to check his appearance wa proper, before walking to open the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 16:05:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you ok? That ring looks a bit tight." Edward took the ring off him, and jumped back as Robert turned back into himself;still dressed as a girl of course.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 21:49:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert gasped and whimpered with pain as his body stretched and warped back into its original form with hardly any warning, cracking some of the bones of the corset and tearing the seams of the dress. He clutched his side, feeling the numb pain of a broken rib. <br><br>"Thank you," he whispered as he started to try and free himself from the gown. "I was... bewitched."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:34:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward stepped back in horror and wiped his lips when he realised he had been in love with and kissing was his best friend. "Who did that to you? Are you allright. I'm so sorry for what I did earler...can you bring yourself to forgive me?" he asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:50:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course, you are not at fault in any way. You were tricked as surely as I was... I was a puppet, I could do nothing to stop myself behaving like a... giddy young girl." Robert managed to undo the laces of the corset, and started to take a deep breath before beign reminded of the cracked rib, wheezing with pain. He picked up the ring. "Even now... part of me wants to put it on again. To surrender to that false life..." He could not look Edward in the eye. "But no. I am free, with all the rights and responsibilities that brings." Setting the ring down, he started to pull himself free of the dress he still wore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 01:43:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward snatched up the ring. "Let's find whoever did such a horrible thing to you and put the ring on them, and let them know what it's like to be forced to be a girl. Who was it anyway? I'll get you some of your clothes and then we can go and get revenge."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 01:57:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was Lady Linley. She sought to usurp my fortune, and laugh as I stood by, a helpless girl. she has already frittered away hundreds buying me dresses and jewels." <br><br>Robert finally stepped free of the gown, quickly undoing the petticoats beneath the skirt, leaving only bloomers, stockings, chemise and shoes... He realised that his shorter hair was style held by combs, his face still rouged. Yanking off the high heeled shoes, he stalked to the mirror and began to wipe his face clean. <br><br>"I know not what the ring would do to her. It might turn her into the girl it made me... as unable to control herself as I had been... or could as easily make her a man. Which she would doubtless find similarly repellent."<br><br>Pulling off the soft chemise exposed his chest and his bruising side, with a wince of pain. He crossed to his sea trunk and reached down to the lower level to retrieve one of his own shirts, and pulled it on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 05:08:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You must really want revenge on her.And those male clothes must feel so good. Shall I call her upstairs now so we can put the ring on her?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 02:16:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stepped into and pulled up a pair of breeches, pulling the drawstring closed before putting on his trousers, smiling to himself at the sensation. <br><br>"We may's well get this over with." He nodded.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 22:02:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward went downstairs ton find Lady Linley. When he brought her up and she saw Robert Edward grabbed her and clapped his hand over her mouth. "For what you did to my friend, you can go through the same treatment. Put the ring on her,Robert."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 17:42:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert hesitated. "I... I do not think even my worst enemy deserves to suffer as I have these last days. Not to wear that form, but to be unable to control my own actions within it. I find there is no shame in being a lady, but there is such horror in being a puppet." He gripped the ring in his closed fist. "But I must have assurances. Swear that you will leave this place and trouble me and mine no further - I will provide you with a stipend that you can live on in comfort, although not in the luxury you hoped to steal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 19:07:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Linley nodded reluctantly and Edward was surprised. "She humilated you...and me...and you nearly ended up as a puppet for good, and you want to let her off without revenge?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 22:49:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am not a monster. Besides, exile from wealth and society would be almost as cruel as bnding with the ring."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 01:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Linley said..."Here is the key to the safe with the needed deeds,documents and the like inside as you have control of the Hall now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 01:19:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert handed the ring to Edward before approaching to take it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 02:12:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She handed it over to him, a little sadly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 02:32:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took it, looking at her thoughtfully. "You would have won if you had not pushed me too far tonight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 02:37:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was so close to getting control of all your money and the Hall as well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 02:48:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, had you not told me I would never be able to shake the desires you gave me, you would have. Your vindictiveness was your undoing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 05:37:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So what do you want to do now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 00:52:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert considered the question. "I want to see you pack."<br><br>Edward looked at him questioningly. Lady Linley noticed and smiled thinly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 03:41:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She did what she was told, taking her jewelery and favourite things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 04:07:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward watched her like a hawk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 04:21:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She soon finished packing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 05:22:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well then. Here are the keys to the townhouse in Bath. Take a servant or two. Good day to you." He did not meet her gaze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 06:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sadly, she did as she was told.<br><br>(I think this rp is ver near it's end. :) )
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 04:30:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Pretty much...)<br><br>"Wait... What you said about these... sensations and thoughts. I would purge them entirely. Can this be done?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 05:06:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Within a week of not wearing the ring they will wear off of their own accord."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 05:12:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And... if not?" He had no reason to trust a word she said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 05:16:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have a spellbook in my bedroom, you can check that out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 01:36:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And were you going to mention this?" he asked with narrowed eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 04:09:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, not at all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 22:00:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, you planned to curse me still further?" He strode into her room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 23:00:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I did."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 23:10:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see." His expression darkened. "Well. I am in a position to be charitable, further than I have been. Some would burn you as a witch, after all. Assist me, and your townhouse in Bath will be well stocked and have servants a-plenty."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 21:45:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So what would you like to know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 22:22:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You created Amelia, originally as a trap for me, but she became something more than you designed, I think. Can you separate her from me entirely?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 22:32:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's see....I think I can cast her,as it were, out of you, and put her into something else that can be either destroyed or kept as a booby trap for someone you dislike.But do you trust me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 22:40:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... did not mean an item. If I wanted to force her existence upon someone, you would be wearing the ring now. I mean... let her live."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 17:51:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's see....there is a problem...for that you need a female human skeliton from the family tomb. The magic will do the rest."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 04:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Truly?" Robert grimaced.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 04:28:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, otherwise you would have a boneless girl, unable to move,a torture for her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 06:43:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert scowled at the thought. "And... since I was hardly a fitting form, she would not have to be of suitable age? I think a spinster aunt might dwell within the family tomb."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 18:21:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The magic will lower the person's age back to the age you were as a girl, and with some luck should make the bones less brittle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 02:27:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert gave a slow nod. "And it you are lying... we will already have an open tomb ready."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 02:35:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shuddered at the thought of being buried alive. "Let's bind and gag her now,"Edward suggested. "If she is telling the truth we can soon untie her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 03:03:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert nodded in agreement. He picked up one of the rags that had once been his chemise.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 04:07:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward tightly gagged her and held her for Robert to tie her up as she mmmmphhed softly through the gag.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 20:27:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The sooner this is done, the better. We shall have to go through the servants' exit to the family tomb." He put a cloak over his stepmother, covering her bound hands and gagged mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 20:31:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bucked and wriggled as Edward took her off to the tomb,which had been used for centuries to store the remains of dead family members.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 20:46:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert looked for the tomb of a maiden aunt, lifting a prybar to open it.<br><br>"Do what you must, witch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 20:59:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She mmmphed and Edward ungagged and untied her. A foul smell rose as Edward took off the coffin lid and pulled apart the lead inside. This aunt had only died a couple of months ago and her body was stinking and a greenish-gray with decay. <br><br>She chalked a pentagram around the body of the dead aunt and began the spell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 02:31:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert observed from a discreet distance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 03:45:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bones began to glow and sparkle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 01:21:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes narrowed, but he did not look away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 02:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clean flesh appeared on the bones, then skin,and the aunt sat up, very much alive and much younger then she was when she had died.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 02:51:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"H-how do you feel?" Robert asked, reaching over to help her out of the tomb, not used to seeing Amelia from the outside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 17:48:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Quite well in fact....oh my, was I buried alive?" She rubbed her eyes. "Robert, thank you so much for getting me out of this coffin, the rest of the family will be so happy to see me again-I hope."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 03:01:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They may be... somewhat surprised."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 03:07:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Those who got my things in my will might not be very pleased at me trying to claim them back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 03:32:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do not concern yourself... I have inherited, and am in a position to offer all aid you may require."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 03:41:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave him a big hug. "Thank you for all you have done for me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 03:50:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He paused, then somewhat awkwardly returned the embrace. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 04:40:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's get out of this dank place of the dead," she said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 04:47:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Absolutely." He helped his now youthful aunt out of the tomb, with a sidelong glance to Lady Linley. "So... she contains the feminine essence you instilled in me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 04:51:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, you are fully your old self now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 05:09:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded. "And my new... cousin still has her own will, I presume...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 05:10:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, she is not enslaved like you were as she wears no slave-ring."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 01:16:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good." <br><br>He looked back to his rejuvenated aunt Clara. The family resemblance to his Amelia self was quite pronounced both in appearance and manner, more than he had remembered his aunt bearing, but she did indeed seem to have her own mind. It was one of the most bizarre sights of his life, although nothing compared to his own body taking on that form.<br><br>"Well then. Take those servants you choose, leave this book behind, and I shall see to your stipend once you are settled in your new home. Of course, I must also see to the upkeep of..."<br><br>"Amelia?" Edward asked as the group emerged from the crypt. <br><br>Robert's aunt looked startled, and started to shake her head even as she smiled shyly at the young lord's gaze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 02:45:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His aunt handed over her book, wand and magical pendent. "Three servants will be enough for me, you can keep the other fifty-plus,and the hounds, horses, mainn house and lands."<br><br>"If you are you,Robert, who is that girl," Edward asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 00:11:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert suppressed a smirk at Lady Linley's petty listing of all she had lost.<br><br>He answered Edward quietly. "She was... formerly my aunt Clara, revived through the removal of the... lingering feminine within me. It is for her to decide who she is now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 00:23:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara looked happily at them, and with some interest at Edward, and Edward looked back at her and asked her about herself as they went back to the main hall, away from that crypt full of mouldering corpses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 01:18:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert closed the gate to the mausoleum and turned to Lady Linley. "My thanks for that final kindness. Good journey."<br><br>he glaced back at Edward walking Clara... Amelia back to the hall. A pity that the ballgown he had been forced to wear was now ruined, she could have worn it and resumed the dance in his place with none noticing the change. As it was, she could always wear another of what were now her gowns.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 01:28:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Linley said goodbye. From the way Edward and Clara were hand in hand, they obviously liked each other. Clara was like Amelia, but an Amelia with her own personality and not under the control of another.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mystery Of The Lost Heir (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 02:21:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And for that, she was fortunate indeed. <br><br>Robert looked at his reflection in the glass of the door into the rear atrium of the house. Perhaps he still had time to put on his own formal ensemble and join the dance, maybe catch Samantha before she departed and assure her that Amelia would be well looked after...<br><br>That was one thing he would miss, as a man, being looked after... <br><br>He shook his head and dismissed the notion. after all, he was now in a position to be the one looking after a lady. Something he now very much wished to do.<br><br><strong>The end.</strong>
			</dd>
		</dl>
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