You look up from your laptop, as your neck aches from being bent over the keyboard, in a less than idea pose. Taking a moment to stretch, tilt your head to both sides, you feel the tension leaving your muscles. Rolling your head, as you sit back down, you check your watch. In an hour... and a bit, you can take a break.
- - - - -
A strange sight catches your attention. Just outside the window, the clouds look odd. A strange, unnatural light colours them, rippling your perception of their reality... You glance to the computer, ensuring you've back up the data. You don't want to lose from whatever this phenomenon is...
Bracing yourself, your world alters between one moment and the next. Previously, you were in the office, your only priority was routine work, the release of taking a piss, and an upcoming coffee break. Now... You seemed to be transposed somewhere entirely different.
You take in the strange surroundings. It looks like an old living room... a Victorian salon. Your eyes are drawn to the flickering gas light and the ornate glass shade on the wall. There's a fireplace too. It looks utterly real, dark heavy rot Iron surroundings and mantlepiece give it weight and substance.
Unsure what's happened, and if it's continuing to happen. You look through the window, you see the cobbled streets, and the horse-drawn carriages trotting to their destinations. Frowning, you take a step towards the window. Feeling the need to study it more closely, to see through this appearance and reveal whatever makes this look so convincing.
"Ma'am..." a voice chides. Ignoring it, she can't be addressing you, you dismiss the voice. There's still a lingering tightness, that you put down to this strange phenomenon. Looking up and down the street. You can see it extends far beyond what you'd expect for some theme park, or Victorian experience...
"Ma'am..." The same voice calls again, this time sounding scanalised. "You're by the window... people can see..." she hisses urgently.
"Ma'am...", you feel a hand on your shoulder. Whirling about, "I'm not a woman..." you protest. But the sound of your voice belies a different story. It sounds sweeter and softer than ever before. Certainly it doesn't belong to you.
You take in the maid who spoke, as the shifting of a bust registers, too. Your hand rubbing your throat, refuses to find any trace of an Adam's Apple, and slips lower. Blushing you encounter what has to be a bust. Flinching at that discover, you avoid looking down. If you don't see it, you can pretend it's not real. Forcing your hand back to your sides, you feel your ribs... But they're armoured, or something... Probing further, you feel there's vertical support too.
"Whale bone..." pops into your mind. Shaking your head in denial, your hands rising again. A warbling mewl slipping loose, as you encounter the cups on your corset. Too distinct to deny, you fill it exquisitely!
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"What... who... where...." you babble the start of questions to the bemused maid.
"Should I loosen you up?" she asks. Clearly concerned by your confusion. "Should I fetch the Master?" she asks.
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