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Greg watched as they all slowly disappeared, and instead of white color in front of him appeared unfamiliar street and buildings. Slowly, louder and louder, he began to hear sounds - voices of people, a horse, carriage. Greg shook his head. He did not have time to see or understand what was happening. Nearby a coachman yelled at a horse that was pulling a small but roomy and luxurious carriage.
"Good day, my dear Alicia," the man standing in front of him gave his hand to the Greg to help him get out of the carriage. The stranger was around 50-60 years old, his bald head shined from the bright sun. He had an expensive-looking clothes that showed that he's pretty rich, however his face looked wrinkled, even disgusting and ugly for Greg. "You are even more radiant than I had imagined" he said with a faint smile, his eyes calculating as they lingered on Greg, examining his figure, "A fine addition to my household, indeed." He finally said when he reached his hand and gently stroke Greg's cheeks with his soft thumb.
Greg backed up in shock, trying to take a deep breath, however the corset prevented him from breathing properly, causing an annoying stinging in his ribs. "Agh... Ouch!" he clutched at his waist didn't still realize where he ended and why is it so difficult for him to breathe. "What the...?" Greg moaned quietly when his gentle little hands touched a thick fabric at his ribs. He understood everything now - it was a damn corset! His eyes looked down at himself and he gasped: Greg was wearing a tight, tightly laced 19th century lady dress, it had high neckline, long sleeves in the end of each other were small frills aronud his small delicate hands.
"Is something the matter, my dear?" he asked, his tone laced with falsehood. The way his beady brown eyes looked Greg up and down, lingering for too long on his chest, made the latter shift uncomfortably. "I expect better comportment from a lady of your standing."
Greg gulped "Oh..." he made a strangled noise in his throat and gently bowed his head as a sign of respect to the older man in front of him. "You must remember your place as my wife now, Miss Alicia" said Mr.Hinford, with serious expression, his voice laced with thinly veiled displeasure "Although, soon I shall call you Mrs.Hinford, so it is your duty to satisfy me, remember your manners and bear my children..." he added.