C3Verse: Community Story

[Magic/ Skinsuit TG Story]  

[12,200+ Words] 

WRC: White Rose Community 

*Disclaimer/Spoiler Alert: This story is Sexually Explicit. 

*From the Author:  

"Hello, I'm Xarek. 

This story takes place in a fictional alternate reality to our own where science, technology, medicine, and Magic have become far more advanced than in our reality. Due to a tragedy in the 1900s, there are only Four Billion Humans and Near-Humans currently living on this beautiful and expansive planet that holds many mysteries and unknowns. 

If you enjoy this story, please consider leaving a comment below. I still consider myself very new to writing, so I'd love to hear what you think even if it's a simple "Great Story". 

I hope you like this Halloween themed short story." 

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Thursday, The 17th of October, 2024, Time: 14:21

Location: Somewhere in the Countryside of England (Definitely not Greenwich and Far from London) 

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Brian McDaniel, a young dark skinned man with short curly deep brown hair, followed the directions of his new phone as he made a turn down the road, going deeper into the middle of nowhere while hoping he wasn't making the biggest mistake of his life.  

And also hoping that this wasn't some practical joke. 

Though he had just bought the new phone and the brand new truck he was currently driving from an insanely generous sign-on bonus from his new employer which offered at least a small bit of authenticity to the job. 

Brian had been so used to London's huge footprint with it's dotted parks and charming assorted styles of houses that it felt strange to be in a farm area with dotted towns instead. He had been seeing the same scenery for so long, he wasn't even sure he could even pinpoint his location on a map despite having one in front of him on his phone. 

Believing he was somewhere North-Northeast of Plymouth, Brian had driven well over five hours due West from his former flat in London, trying to find a small spread out village where somewhere would be the home of his new employer. The same place he would be living for the foreseeable future. 

"At least it's not Greenwich." He mumbled to himself, trying to make himself feel a little better. 

It didn't really work.

Over the past month, he had come to hate living in London when his life had flipped on its head and he had every right to be terribly upset with everything and want to leave the familiar behind again. 

He was a journalist major, having decided to move to London after spending a month there once with his family. Formerly from America, he was sick of all the politics and angry people that plagued the huge country and wanted to come back to the place he had come to love with its classic culture, diverse people and accents, and general feeling of warmth and welcome he had felt in the much smaller country. 

And it had been going really well for three years, right up until the accident. 

That car had come at him out of no where. The driver had no idea what happened, he just lost control and crashed into Brian who was riding his bike to the Greenwich Daily where he worked as an American Online Journalist in London, trying to tell Londoners of how cool their country was from an outside perspective. Somehow, Brian made it out of the accident without a scratch, but the bicycle and car were both totaled after the car ended up wrapped around a light post. 

The accident had also come on Brian's twenty-fifth birthday, the day that he felt like his luck had run out. 

Despite making it out okay, and getting insurance money for a new bike, Brian blamed the accident for everything bad that had happened to him since.  

He lost his job that same week after inadvertently offending a major donor to the online news journal with one of his articles. His boss didn't even tell him which article or who and how he had offended them. The news journal just up and fired him. 

Then his girlfriend Autumn had broken up with him a few weeks later. She had started acting really strange when they were together, becoming abusive one day, then perfectly fine the next. She didn't recall being abusive, in fact, she didn't recall any of the dates they had been on while she was acting weird.  

The date they had broke up on had started normal, with her seeming nice and kind to him, but then she suddenly became violent, cursing at him and throwing stuff at him while telling him how terrible he was in a public restaurant. Then she told him they were through and stormed out of the place. 

He had worried about her mental state and tried to get in touch, still concerned about her well-being, but she had blocked his number and refused to see him. 

Then there was a million other weird things that started happening while he tried to find a new job. 

Every interview he had ended up in disaster. One promising employer had to be restrained with how suddenly violent they became towards Brian, with another interviewer getting terribly sick mid-interview and never contacting Brian for a follow up. People didn't show up for their interviews with him, suddenly didn't have a position open, had their own accidents, or loathed Brian from the start with no obvious reason. Even resorting to a simple job at a fast food place to pay the bills ended up with the place burning to the ground on his way for the interview. 

And then, there was the way all of London started treating him. 

Random people glared at him, or bumped into him on the street, or randomly treated him terribly. He kept nearly getting hit by more cars, his replacement bike got stolen, he got mugged twice, animals started hating and attacking him, his Visa review came up early, his building had mold in it and he had to move to a hotel, his phone somehow ended up in the freezer when he swore it had been in his pocket... 

The world was against him, and Brian was getting really stressed, depressed, and he was running out of savings. 

He was close to having nothing, with no where and no one to turn to. 

Then his life changed in one instant after receiving a wax sealed letter written on a classic parchment paper from a person he didn't know. 

~Hello, Mr. McDaniel. 

My name is Eliza Donahugh and I was wondering if you would be interested in a job.  

Actually a few jobs that you may be uniquely qualified for. I loved your articles and I am deeply saddened you were forced to stop writing them. Your unique outlook on London really was pleasant for someone who can't really venture there. Because of how much joy they brought me, I would love to help you and would really like to get to know you better. 

Your position as my worker would be slightly complicated. I have a debilitating illness that causes severe bone embrittlement, which means I am forced to never leave my home and have to be careful of everything I do. I can mostly care for myself, making my own food, dressing myself, cleaning what I can, and such. What I really need is someone to look after me in emergencies and care for my home.  

I hope I'm not being too forward, however I would really like someone to talk to besides just online friends and neighbors that can visit me occasionally. Someone who could stay with me and be there to help me with anything I need. 

From your stories about taking care of your sick mother before she sadly passed away, I know you are a deeply caring and capable person. And from your job for several years as a landscaper back in the States with your uncle, I know you could work wonders on a yard. When my mother was alive, my home had such a beautiful yard once. It hasn't been what it used to be and needs some help to brighten my day a little more. 

Your position would mostly be cleaning and taking care of my house near the village of RhosynGwyn where you could fetch anything you need to fix and upkeep the house you will be living in with me.  

There is plenty of room for the both of us to live separately, with many places for you to expand into and make your own. If it makes you feel better about living with a lonely woman, you could consider me like a flat mate where rent would be covered through your labor. 

I will also be willing to pay you rather handsomely for you services, as I was left a rather generous sum of money from my inheritance, as well as being a land owner, business owner, and professional painter. 

If you could just give me a call at the number below to explain myself further and maybe go over your payment, I'd be really appreciative towards you. And if you don't want the job, maybe we could at least talk for a bit? I truly do miss your articles, and have several questions I've desired to ask you. 

Please? 

Yours Sincerely, 

Eliza 

~ 

At first Brian wasn't sure he would call, but then the next day after reading the letter, his third bike in a month got hit by another car while locked away outside the hotel. He was running out of options and getting truly desperate. 

Brian finally used the hotel's phone to call the strange and needy Eliza, and they talked for nearly three hours. 

Then they spoke again every day, sometimes several times, for a whole week where no major mishaps happened to him, besides still not able to get interviewed for another job. 

And here he was a few days later, nothing left to lose, nothing in his bank account except the remainder of the enormous check he had been given, and having finally found the small village of RhosynGwyn. 

It definitely looked old, but everything was kept well and everyone turned and waved to him as he drove through it, making him feel slightly better about deciding to move out here. He knew he would be spending quite a bit of time and money here, as it was the only village or city for nearly twenty miles. 

The only weird thing Brian noticed about the pleasant village, was there were no houses in it. Just a simple variety of shops, bars, restaurants, businesses, an inn, and an old schoolhouse. 

Despite how clean and maintained it was, everything and everyone looked out of time.  

Brian parked the brand new truck in front of the only solicitor office in town. 

The 2024 Silver Harold Scouter V10 looked very out of place with all the well taken care of vehicles that didn't seem to be any newer than the 1960s or 70s. 

He stepped out of the truck, and went to the old building, hesitating before opening the door. 

A bell jingled as he entered the neat office that didn't appear to have any form of modern technology save for a single computer that he recognized as one built around the late 2010s. 

A pleasant and smiling short middle-aged woman appeared and spoke in a Scottish accent as she greeted, "Ah, Ya must be Mr. McDaniel. I'm Mr. Leroy's Secretary. It's a pleasure to meet you. You can call me Judy." 

She held out her hand and he shook it. "Nice to meet you Judy. Is Mr. Leroy here? I'm here to -" 

"Sign the paperwork, I know. It's really exciting. Haven't had anyone new come to live here in... oh, probably a little shy of two years. Ya are already the talk of the town, as they say." 

"Really?" Brian hadn't expected to already be known. 

"Sure. The gossip flows like a wild river here. Everyone probably knows who ya are and is looking forward to meeting a proper city boy, as well as someone from across the pond. Ya are already like a wee celebrity." 

This made Brian feel slightly uncomfortable. He wasn't prepared to be already known by everyone, when he didn't know anything about the village near where he was going to live, despite trying to do some research about it for several hours. 

All he knew was it was a small village that kept to itself and never really had visitors. There wasn't even a photograph of any part of it. 

After an awkward pause, Judy said, "Anyway. Mr. Leroy should be back in any moment. He had to run and check some last minute details with the bank for you. In the meantime. What do ya think of RhosynGwyn?" 

"It's a little strange to see no houses." 

"Oh, we all live in the surrounding countryside and woods. Part of the town laws set by the Donahughs a long time ago was that only the Inn, fire station, and constable may have people sleep in the heart of the village, but we don't mind that." 

"The Donahughs?" 

"Yes. Your employer's ancestors put this community together centuries ago. The Family still owns much of the surrounding land. Most of the people are farmers, with leases on it in various capacities. Our wee village is pretty self sufficient." 

That intrigued Brian, but they were interrupted by a droning and very posh male voice from another room. "If you are finished telling the history of this village Mrs. Judy, Ms. Eliza would like to meet Mr. McDaniel as soon as possible. She is very eager to have him settled in his new home with her." 

Judy turned to the open door of a dark office. "Mr. Leroy! I didn't hear you come in, ya sneaky wee devil." She turned back to Brian with a wink. "Let me grab you a pen." 

She handed a classic wooden one to Brian as Mr. Leroy demanded, "Come in Mr. McDaniel." 

Brian stepped into the surprisingly cold and dim office to finally meet the man that Brian had had several short phone conversations with the last few days. 

Offering his hand, Brian tried to greet the pale and thin man wearing a dark pinstripe suit. "Hello Mr. Leroy. Good to finally meet in person."  

The man made no move to accept the offered hand and stared blankly at Brian. 

Mr. Charles Leroy was the Solicitor to Ms. Donahugh's Estate. He took care of all of her finances and would be the one to sign Brian's extremely generous check every month on Eliza's behalf. Brian was here to sign the work agreements to become Ms. Donahugh's Gardner, house keeper, and general carer.  

Finally the man spoke without much emotion. "Mr. McDaniel. Here is the agreement we went over on the phone." 

Brian dropped his hand awkwardly, sat in the chair that Mr. Leroy had gestured to,  and decided it best to look over the agreement again. 

It was still all very surreal to Brian that he was doing this, but he genuinely liked Ms. Donahugh through their conversations and was looking forward to working for her and assisting her. She had been very sweet to him over the phone and he could easily see them becoming friends. 

He knew she loved history and art, being quite the painter. He had gone to a public art gallery to see some of her impressive work that was showcased there. The curator knew her from several conversations online with her, thinking she was a great person with a bright outlook on life despite her disabilities, and with a unique way of painting. 

As Eliza couldn't leave her house in fear of severe injury from even the smallest of accidents, she loved to read about the outside world and loved news articles and stories of just about everything. She didn't know much about modern technology, and had only obtained a cell phone in the last few years that she admitted she was already addicted to. 

She loved stories and news so much, she made sure to tell Brian that she owned the village newspaper and wanted Brian to author a few articles about the village from an outside perspective after he had had a chance to settle in. 

After speaking to her for way too many hours in the almost two weeks since he had read that letter, Brian was genuinely looking forward to working the various jobs she wanted him to do.  

And that had truly little to do with the very lucrative amount of money she offered him. She had already paid him a sign-on bonus that was more than he would have made in a year working for the Greenwich Daily. All to get his affairs in order to come live with her, including full payment for a new phone and a truck to help him move and to become his work truck as he fixed up her house.  

Part of his monthly payment was to be put towards tools and the things he needed to fix it up for her, but he doubted he could ever spend enough in a month to really make the payment not seem like it was still far too generous. 

Brian had never attempted to down talk a negotiation for his wages, but he had as he felt like he was taking advantage of a disabled person. However, Eliza had insisted and assured him it would hardly do her any harm if she paid him that amount once a month for the next thirty years. 

There wasn't a term limit for this job as he would be able to leave his position whenever he wished with four weeks notice, or he would leave whenever Ms. Donahugh desired him gone with a generous and already agreed upon severance. 

The agreement Brian was at Mr. Leroy's office to sign also talked about the rules Brian had to follow. 

All of them were straight forward and reasonable, given the circumstances of what he needed to do for the disabled Ms. Donahugh. He had to obey the laws of the village, do what Ms. Donahugh wants in the yard and with her house, fetch and buy whatever she needs, come when called, assist her with whatever she may require no matter how mundane, avoid touching her without her expressed permission, and Brian needed to be extremely careful around her as she is extremely fragile. 

Groceries were delivered and put away for her once every week with anything Eliza may have purchased online and the local delivery person would also collect the trash and anything Eliza would want delivered to anywhere, such as one of her paintings if she desired to sell or donate them. 

The only people allowed in her house were the delivery person, Eliza's doctor that visited her every two weeks, any close friends Eliza had invited, Mr. Leroy, and Brian. 

Brian couldn't have anyone enter her house, not that he really had anyone he would have invited anyway being that he had a falling out with his friends recently, having no family that lived in the UK, and not really knowing anyone out here yet. 

While Brian wouldn't exactly have any proper days off, Eliza would allow him plenty of time to himself if he was on her property or at least in the village and could be close enough to come when she needed him. She also said he may take any vacations he wanted as long as he alerted her well in advance, wouldn't be gone for longer than two weeks, and would take as many pictures as he could for her to see where he went and tell her about it. 

Overall, there was a lot too it and a lot that Brian would have to do, but there were plenty of benefits and freedom that Brian wouldn't ever receive from a standard job. Especially considering that he would technically be working 24/7. 

Just having driven through the charming village, he was looking forward to visiting it frequently and learning more about it and its history. 

Seeing nothing wrong with the agreement, especially with the amount that he would be paid monthly that would allow him to live quite comfortably for years if he stayed on for at least as long as he had been a journalist in London, Brian signed the agreement. 

"Very good, Mr. McDaniel. The address is on the duplicate agreement which is yours. I hope you will do well to take care of Ms. Donahugh. She is a good friend and I would hate to see her hurt."  

Despite the little emotion Mr. Leroy spoke with, the room got even colder at his words. 

"I promise to take good care of her." 

"Very well. Good day, Mr. McDaniel." The thin man gestured a hand to the door without so much as a smile. 

Brian had thought this meeting would have lasted a little longer than five minutes, but didn't really want to be in this odd man's presence any more than he had to, so he said, "I have your number if I need anything. Good day." 

And he left the cold man to wave to Judy who said, "See you around, Dearie. Welcome to RhosynGwyn!" 

Quickly leaving the office and eager to get back to the truck with all his belongings and move on to his new life, Brian nearly bumped into a woman holding the hand of a young girl.  

He began, "Sorry. Didn't mean to run into you." 

The woman smiled kindly while the girl looked at him suspiciously. In a more enunciated version of the West Country accent, the woman said, "It was nothing. No harm done. Is that an American accent I detect?" 

"Yes it is." 

Her smile became wider. "Then you must be Mr. McDaniel. Welcome to RhosynGwyn. I'm Mrs. Liddworth and this is me daughter Mary." 

The little girl stared at him curiously before she asked. "Do you know what RhosynGwyn means?" 

"No I don't." He tried to say politely. 

The girl smiled mischievously. "It means White Rose in Welsh. The village was founded in 1513 by a wealthy Welsh person." 

"That's interesting." Brian told the little girl with a polite smile. 

Mrs. Liddworth smiled down at Mary, before glancing back at Brian. "Off to see Ms. Donahugh then?" 

It shouldn't have surprised him to know everyone knew why he was here, but he still felt a little strange about the way she said it. "Yes. On my way to my new job." 

Mrs. Liddworth's smile wavered slightly before it appeared to become more forced. "I hope you do well. She needs all the help she can get." 

Mary added, "The last emmet who was hired by her went to the looney bin." 

A look of fear developed on the Woman's face as she looked down at her daughter, before walking past Brian, taking her daughter away before saying back to him, "Good luck, Mr. McDaniel." 

"Goodbye." Brian said softly to the woman, watching her leave hurriedly while she whispered harshly to her daughter. 

Shaking his head at the strange interaction and wondering what an 'emmet' was, Brian got in his truck and started it with the odd feeling of being watched. 

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Brian double checked the online map on his phone. The unmarked road it was wanting him take was a dark dirt drive barely able to handle one vehicle. 

It was overgrown and covered with leaves and twigs while under the canopy of a very dense and old forest. 

Shaking his head, Brian made the turn and hoped he didn't have to back track as he wasn't sure he'd be able to turn around in the close trees.  

After about three minutes on the path, he had to slam on his brakes when a ginger cat stepped into it and blocked his way. 

It sat firmly in the middle of the road, seeming to glare at him. 

He inched forward slightly, but the cat wouldn't budge. 

The cat maintained eye contact with him for several moments. 

As he rolled down his window to see if he could get it to leave, the cat finally stood and slunk back into the trees with a flick of it's tail. 

Brian decided to drive more cautiously, while keeping an eye out for more surprises in the dense wood. 

It was wise of him to do so when several large deer charged across the path, forcing him to slam on his new brakes again.  

Something large, fast, and colorful followed them, but it was unable to be made out what exactly it was with how it darted in the trees after the herd. 

If he didn't think it was possible, he would have sworn it was one of the dinosaurs he played with as a kid. 

But that was nonsensical and he shook his head, thinking it was a trick of the dim light through the trees as he continued on. 

It took him another few cautious minutes to come to a sort of clearing in the dense wood, where he froze, stopping his new truck at the sight that beheld him. 

Eliza had never once mentioned in just what kind of house she lived, so Brian was truly in shock and awe of this house. 

In the huge clearing was an impressive and enormous stone manor that was three extended floors tall and had to stretch well over 150 feet wide, with Brian not knowing how deep the house went. 

Off to the side of the manor and towards the back, stood a smaller building of similar design that Brian took to be a two story stable or garage. 

Though the historic piece of architecture was incredible and massive, the sight of the mansion and yard around it filled Brian with dismay as he recalled that yard work and taking care of the house was part of the job he was here for. 

When he was younger, he had had a job for a six years at his uncle's landscape business in upstate  New York until Brian graduated from college. The sight of the unkempt garden, grass, bushes, hedges, fountains, plus the vines that covered the old stone Manor would have made Brian's uncle hesitate to take up the job. 

But Brian could see the potential and looked forward to the challenge of restoring the epic piece of history, though he would have to do most of it next year as it was already mid-October and he expected to not have too many more warm days. 

The west facing tall mansion looked slightly messy but still held together, even if it didn't look like it had been taken care of in the last decade. The dirt drive split with one end that turned into a cobblestone driveway that was covered in dirt, leaves, and twigs. It didn't look like anyone had driven on it in that time either. The driveway led to a covered patio and a huge set of wooden double doors that had paint peeling from it, matching the peeled paint of indeterminate color covering the shutters positioned around the grimy old windows. 

Brian thought that this would make an excellent haunted mansion, and wondered if any ghosts lived in it. 

The ridiculous notion made him smile. 

Then he felt concerned as he wasn't even sure anyone lived there at all, while he couldn't see any sign of life or light from the inside of the house. 

He double checked the address he had on his agreement, and noted the same numbers hanging haphazardly above the arched doorway. 

Sighing heavily, he drove forward, onto the cobblestone driveway to stop in front of the main entrance. 

The huge double doors had massive iron knockers of horned deer on them. One of them had a note tucked under it. 

Brian turned off the truck, and got out, going to the door to grab, and read the note which was on what felt like thick sketch paper. 

In a very elegant and familiar cursive, he read: 

~Brian, 

Thank you so much for coming, you have no idea how much this means to me. I'm extremely excited to finally meet you in person.  

I'm sorry to have to make you work on your first day, but the shortest way to get all your things to your room is through these doors that haven't been able to be opened in a few years. People usually come in the back way, but I'd be grateful you could get them to open.  

Though it doesn't have to be today if you don't mind taking all your stuff through the large kitchen, the long hall, another long hall, and finally up the stairs. 

Before you get to it, come see me please.  

-Eliza. 

P.S. If you call me Ms. Donahugh, I'll take it out of your pay.~ 

Brian took a moment to chuckle as Eliza had insisted he call her by her first name during their phone conversations. 

The last part of the note read, 

~P.S.S. The ginger cat is named Bella. 

~ 

As if summoned by the letter, Brian felt something brush up against his pant leg which made him jump. 

The ginger cat he had seen on the road was rubbing against him, purring. 

"Hello Bella." He said calmly. He wasn't the biggest fan of cats, but it appeared to be Eliza's so he figured he had better get along with it. 

The cat looked up at him with what could almost be called a smirk. 

Then it strode away down a stone path and stopped near the corner of the house. 

Brian glanced at the door, deciding if he should deal with it today, but not knowing what was on the other side of it hindered that idea. 

He turned back to the cat as it 'rowl'd at him, and looked at him expectantly. 

Shaking his head in amusement, he stepped off the porch and onto the stone path. The cat went around the manor, and Brian followed it.  

He was amazed again at how big the mansion was, as it was as deep as it was wide.  

"Eliza must feel awfully lonely if she lives here alone." He told the cat, not really sure why he was talking to it. 

It seemed to 'rowl' in agreement as they came to another door at the side of the house that looked worse than the front ones. 

A note was stuck into one of the dirty window panes on it. 

He grabbed it. 

~Brian, 

This house was built in the fourteenth century by my ancestors who used to own nearly a thousand acres of the surrounding land. They sold the land off so there could be a village built nearby, but I still own quite a bit of it, including this part which is about thirty acres. This land contains many wild beasts and a surprising amount of unique birds.~ 

Underneath this paragraph was a beautiful sketch of a bird Brian was unfamiliar with, that was signed by Eliza. 

Brian briefly wondered how much just this simple sketch would be worth, having seen how much her paintings go for. 

~As this house is now your home too, I hope you will learn to appreciate the work that has been made to make this a magical place to live. 

But unfortunately, it hasn't been cared for properly and this door hasn't opened in even longer than the front one. You will have to keep going. 

Sorry. 

-Eliza. 

P.S. This used to be the entrance to the servants quarters. I'd make you live here, but I think you'd be more comfortable upstairs in one of the grand bedrooms closer to me, instead of the spider infested area that I have neglected. I made up a room just for you, so I hope you appreciate it. 

~ 

Brian was more amused than frustrated by having her lead him on, but it also occurred to him that she wasn't supposed to leave the house which made the notes really strange as to how they got on doors that couldn't open. 

Bella 'rowl'd again, and Brian followed her to the back of the house. 

There he found that the Manor was actually in a 'U' shape with a huge fountain in the center of it with multiple stone statues of animals in what had essentially had become a still pond with the water not having flowed in many years. 

One end of the diamond fountain pointed to a large two story greenhouse that backed the manor, while the other pointed to an unkempt hedge maze that was as wide and deep as the Manor itself in a mirroring 'U' shape. The fountain equidistant from the house and maze. 

The cobblestone drive in front of the corner of the manor he was at, seemed well more traveled and slightly more maintained, as well as the double doors under an archway at the center of the wing. 

Another note was stuck in between the doors. 

Brian pulled it out and read it. 

~Brian. 

This one. 

-Eliza 

P.S. Don't you dare interrupt my Music! Just follow it's sound to find me. 

~ 

This note amused Brian more as he admired the sketch of a piano she had made. 

The door was unlocked when he tried it, and he felt a sudden wave of concern for the woman he was looking after. He knew she lived alone, and now he knew she was several minutes away from anyone so she was vulnerable out here by herself. He wondered if one of the reasons she needed him was so he could protect her. 

Bella didn't appear all that ferocious, and the large animal he had seen might have been a predator like a wolf. 

Brian opened the door to reveal an enormous kitchen. 

While most of the cabinets and counters looked as old as the house, the kitchen was shockingly well cared for which was a huge and drastic change to the outside of the house. Even more shocking were the new modern and falsely aged appliances that had been custom designed to fit in with the manor's classic theme. 

A note lay on a table surrounded by six chairs, next to a plate of cookies. 

He picked up the note to read: 

~Brian, 

Have a biscuit (cookie). They are homemade and delicious. 

Though I guess that might be just my opinion as I have never had a cookie that wasn't made inside this kitchen. 

Keep going. 

Eliza 

~ 

Trying one of the chocolate biscuits, he was surprised at how good it tasted and wondered if Eliza was a really good cook having made her own food for several years. 

Taking another one for the road, he noticed the kitchen had six doors that led from it. One going to a walk in fridge, two he suspected were just pantries, and three sets of double swinging doors on the same wall. 

Brian nearly jumped again as Bella rubbed against his pantleg and under the table. Seeming to know where she was going, the cat went through the middle set of wooden swinging doors that she managed to push through with ease. 

Following the cat across the kitchen that was much bigger than his entire old flat and could be used to prepare a dinner for about a hundred people, he pushed through them and found himself in a wide, brightly lit hallway with a long rug on the hardwood floors. 

The hallway was immaculate and well cared for with the rug looking new. Lights were held on wall candle mounts with large paintings between every other mount. 

Brian was impressed by how nice everything was inside, while the outside had looked dilapidated and old. 

He could hear a piano playing in the distance, as the hall made a sharp bend that he suspected was because of the 'U' shape. 

As he followed the sound, he passed several closed doors, not wanting to pry into them without permission yet. 

He turned the corner and froze as he was in an equally long hallway that ended in an enormous staircase in what looked like a huge room. 

He walked towards it, passing an open doorway that led into a neat office which oddly had a brand new laptop on a wooden desk that looked as old as the Manor, and passing another set of huge double closed doors. 

Finally he reached the open room and stared in awe. 

The massive grand staircase that stood in the giant space divided and went to a complete wrap around balcony on the second floor. Another pair of mirroring stairs went to a third wrap balcony on the third floor, making the room as tall as the interior of the house. 

The largest chandelier Brian had ever seen floated in the center of the space and appeared to be covered in dust and spider webs. The crystal's muted gleam from the lights inside of it would be even more impressive if the skylight windows weren't covered in dust as well and allowed the sunlight to light up the centerpiece of the room and house. 

Brian suspected that Eliza had done all she could to keep the house as clean as possible, not able to reach the chandelier that shone twenty five feet above him. The carved wooden and carpeted stairs were well looked after with a pair of gleaming suits of armor standing guard to the upper floors. 

The music continued to come from a hall opposite the hall he had left. 

Moving towards it, Brian noted a small foyer that led to the back of the front doors. He stopped as he noticed that they were ornately carved to look the same kind of forest around the house.  

Going into the hallway, he saw two open sets of double doors on opposing walls. 

One led to a large, two story dark wooded library, fit with comfortable green couches and carved tables.  

The other led to a brightly lit sitting room with thick white curtains over the windows. 

As he saw the white grand piano that matched the white, cream, and lighter wood decor, he stepped into the sitting room to finally see the woman that was his new employer that he had yet to even see a picture of. 

Eliza had her eyes closed beneath her large wire frame glasses and was waving her head to the tune she played softly, with the massive piano carrying the music through the house.  

The smile on her red lips widened from his presence, but the complicated yet peaceful piece she played didn't waver, nor did her eyes open. 

Her long blonde hair ran to about mid back on the red form fitting dress she wore. Red heels adorned her feet with no other accessories on her save for her long red fingernails. 

The most startling thing about her was that Brian had come to the impression that she was much older over their conversations with how old fashioned she mostly spoke, how much she didn't know about technology, and how mature she seemed despite having a witty sense of humor. 

But Brian now believed Eliza couldn't have been much more than his age. 

Bella the cat sat next to her on the stool and watched him intently with that same look from before that seemed like a smirk.  

If felt like the cat knew he thought Eliza was gorgeous and that he was instantly attracted to the woman he had come to like over the phone. 

Which was going to be a major problem for Brian, as he had promised himself he wouldn't try anything with the employer he had pictured in her late forties. 

Eliza's unfamiliar song seemed to reach a crescendo, before her playing became slower until she held a final long note. 

Feeling slightly awkward, but unsure what else to do, Brian clapped lightly which made Eliza snap her head towards him, her eyes opening with an amused expression. 

She gave a small laugh when he stopped, standing  and walking around the piano while he awkwardly was still in the doorway. 

"Come here Brian." She pointed to an spot in the center of the room. 

Brian followed her command and stood where she had pointed, feeling slightly embarrassed under her bright and smiling gaze. 

"It is wonderful to finally meet you. I've been looking forward to this since my offer of a job. I really had hoped you would accept my offer and now you are here." Her eloquent Queen's English accent was smooth and enticing as it came from her lips, making Brian hang on every word. 

He cleared his throat. "Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you as well." 

She grinned, flashing her pearly white perfect teeth as she asked, "Not what you were expecting? I could feel you staring as I played." 

"No, I... um." 

She laughed again. "No need to be nervous. I don't  bite. It would probably break something like a tooth." 

Brian tried not to smile at her bad joke which made her lips lower into a neutral expression. "Why didn't you dress up for me? I dressed up for you." 

She twirled in her expensive and newer looking red dress, which lifted slightly above her knees.  

Then, with her hands clasped behind her back, she walked around him to take a look at him. 

Brian didn't know what excuse he could make. He hadn't thought to wear more than a simple plaid button up and tan khaki pants with a simple jacket. It was the style he had worn for his former job everyday for the past three years, so most of his wardrobe didn't go past it. 

As she came around to face him again with a disappointed expression, he simply said, "I'm sorry I didn't dress up more. 

Eliza's frown developed into a glare before breaking into a devious smile. "I'm just pulling your leg."  

She laughed again, making Brian start to feel a little easier around the strange woman. 

While she stared into his eyes as if trying to read him with a wide grin on her red lips, Brian noticed her eyes beneath her glasses were a piercing, twinkly and gorgeous blue.  

Her smile never faltered as she said, "I'm sorry. I like to be a little bit of a tease. I don't meet many new people in person and try to make them more comfortable around me. People always treat me like a fragile little flower, but I don't enjoy that. I like to have a little cautious fun." 

With her hands still behind her back, she paced around him again while she said, "I am unable to leave my house for fear of great injury to myself, but I still enjoy dressing up every day to make me feel good about myself and because I feel comfortable in clothes like these. I rarely dress down and love to look pretty. You may wear whatever you feel comfortable with." 

As her smile seemed to almost flash a knowing smirk, Brian glanced down at her tall heels as she passed him, wondering if the heels were really all that safe for her. 

While she was behind him again, he asked, "Have you ever left the house?" 

"I have, but it hasn't always ended well for me. I guess I am a little fragile. I am bound to this house, but have plenty to occupy my time with books, music, and painting. Plus there is also the advantage of the internet and my newfound love of streaming romantic comedies. What do you think of my mansion?" 

"It is impressive. I love the classic style of it and you keep it pretty well maintained. Your whole house is beautiful." 

In front of him again, she stopped and snapped her head to him, looking at him suspiciously before saying, "You are lying. I don't really like people lying to me."  

Then she broke into one of her heartwarming smiles and added, "But Flattery works wonders. My house was indeed beautiful, but it is in desperate need of help, especially the areas I cannot reach. As you can see, anywhere I can reach I will clean at least in the areas that I use frequently, but I cannot reach some of the other places and have left most of the house on its own such as the servant quarters, dining hall, ballroom, and most of the third floor rooms. I fear ladders of more than three feet and must be careful lifting more than fifteen pounds unfortunately, or this whole house would be as spotless as I keep the lower half of each room I use. I'm hoping a tall and muscular man such as you could help me with that." 

Brian was six-foot-one and over half a head taller than the thin Eliza with her heels. He enjoyed a light work out occasionally to keep in a decent shape, but loved biking and jogging. He wouldn't exactly call himself muscular. 

He told her, "It is still a nice house and I'd love to help you make it better and beautiful again." 

"Do you find me beautiful as well?" 

Brian froze at her forward question. 

Through their conversations the past week, Brian came to love her bright personality and outlook she had on life despite her illness. He just never expected her to be such an attractive woman as well. 

Brian tried not to admit to himself that she was definitely prettier and more pleasant to be around than his crazy ex-girlfriend. 

"I think you are a very beautiful woman." He said quietly, unable to meet her eyes. 

Her smiled widened. "There's that Flattery again. I really don't mind you telling me how pretty I look. I love compliments. It helps me feel better about my sad and lonely life. I actually find you quite fetching myself."  

Brian could only swallow and try not to meet her eyes as she laughed again. 

As she calmed herself, she said, "I can't wait to get to know you more." 

Trying to change the subject, he met her eyes and told her sincerely, "I'm sorry you have to live like this." 

She shrugged without her flirtatious smile dropping. "I don't mind it. I try and make do with what I have and keep a positive attitude. Shall we take a tour? I'd love to see what you think of my art gallery." 

____ 

Eliza watched Brian unscrew one of the old hinges of her front door from the safety of the second floor balcony while she admired the chestnut color of his beautiful, toned skin. 

It wouldn't do to have one of the heavy oak doors accidently fall on top of Eliza, but her newly acquired friend was extremely careful with the ornately carved doors as he worked one hinge at a time. 

Despite the fact both doors were open to the enjoyable day, Eliza knew the cold she suddenly felt didn't come from an early autumn breeze. Her extremely sensitive skin felt the temperature change and made her shiver in her light sweater. 

Trying not to be annoyed with the disruptive and unexpected presence of Charles Leroy behind her, Eliza gripped Bella tighter for warmth while the ginger cat purred comfortingly in her arms. 

Her solicitor and old friend's monotonous voice asked, "What do you think of him?" 

Smiling her ruby red lips devilishly, Eliza spoke eagerly, "He'll do perfectly." 

Charles soundlessly approached the balcony to stand next to her, the dimmer light of the chandelier seeming to turn the pale old man transparent as he said "Indeed. Much kinder and less ambitious than the last one. I still visit him at the asylum, you know." 

Smiling coldly now, Eliza watched Brian leave to fetch something from his truck "Good. That man deserves to live with his insanity for what he tried to do with me. How old is he now? It's been so long, I've forgotten." 

"His seventy-second Birthday is in December, but the doctors are unsure if he will last another winter." 

Brian came back and waved up at her, unable to see Charles beside her while she smiled happily and waved back to her handsome new caregiver. 

He began taking apart the hinge to clean the grime from it while Eliza spoke softly to Charles. 

"That's a shame. I was hoping he would live with his madness for another few decades." 

"How long do you expect Brian to last?" 

Eliza frowned while she stroked Bella. "I'm not sure. I hope for several years. He fancies me, which is good, but he is also a little shy and timid around me... Which might be even better. I neglected to tell him about my absent wife. I'm hoping that that might make him more interested in me before I reveal myself to him." 

Eliza didn't bother telling Charles that she really fancied Brian, and loved his personality from what she had found out about him. He was a nice young and caring man, that needed a little guidance in his slightly meaningless life. 

And she planned to give it to him as she molded him to her needs. 

Charles's cold voice asked, "You still plan to tell him?" 

"I have to. We still need him... But that can wait. I have other things to use him for first. Plus I'm not sure how he will react yet. From what you told me about him and discovered for me, I think he could be exactly the person I need, though his unbelief in the supernatural might make things slightly difficult. He saw one of the creatures I collect on my property, and didn't even bother mentioning it to me. His lack of curiosity might keep him in the dark for a while. Only time will tell. I hope he at least will last longer than the last one." 

"Well, I made sure that Mr. McDaniel had few options left, deterring every possible position he could have obtained, and destroying many of his few relationships. Then I drove him to living out here. He wants this. He seemed overly excited to leave what he knew, and finally have something that utilizes all his skills. Giving him many things to strive for and many things to do here that he had the capabilities of was a stroke of brilliance." 

Eliza watched as Brian put one of the hinges back in proper working order on the beautiful doors she had hand carved herself many years ago. One of the hinges she had had destroyed earlier this week when her lovely manor became the dilapidated and dirty prison that she was forced to remain in. 

It was such a shame to ruin the beauty of her perfect home, especially on the outside, but it was worth it to see Brian look happy he had done something for her as he looked up at her and showed the door working again 

She shouted down to Brian, "You are a miracle worker. I cannot wait to see what you do to the yard." 

Brian nodded and shouted, "Thanks. I actually looking forward to it." 

As her new employee started testing both doors and checking to make sure the locks worked, Eliza spoke in a low tone to Charles. 

"It will give him something to do while we get more familiar with each other. I hope it might make him aspire towards something here. I really like how he spoke in his articles and the perspective he gave from humble beginnings. It also showed he was a hard worker that loved to care for those in need. It is a shame that we made him lose that position with the Greenwich Daily. He wrote some perfect journals." 

"Isn't that what drew you to him in the first place?" 

"One of the many reasons. His articles really spoke to me." 

"Indeed. Which is why you offered him the chance to write a few for the RhosynGwyn daily." 

"Yes. I want to know what he thinks of our little White Rose Village. Especially when he finds out it's true purpose." 

They both watched Brian close the doors and test the lock he had just oiled. 

Charles asked, "Do you require anything further?" 

"Not right now, but I did wish to thank you for bringing me a new treat." She said while looking hungrily at Brian. 

"Of course, Madame." 

Charles seemed to blow away in a gust of wind while Eliza looked down at Bella. "Are you excited to play with him later?" 

The ginger cat looked up to Eliza with her green eyes and seemed to smile as she 'meow'd her acknowledgement. 

Eliza couldn't wait to have fun with Brian tonight, and finally have a little taste of freedom. 

____ 

Brian heard a soft knock on his new bedroom door as he left the bathroom after showering and preparing for bed. 

Knowing it could only be one person, he grabbed a robe and covered his bare chest with it while he walked barefoot across the floor in his pajama bottoms to his door and opened it. 

It was actually two persons as Eliza's smiling face greeted him with Bella at her feet. 

Eliza held up a tray with two steaming cups on it. In her charming British accent, she said, "Hello Brian. Care for some tea?" 

She was dressed in a light blue silk nightgown with a matching open robe, both reaching to the ground to reveal her toes with the same red polish as her fingernails. 

Eliza looked extremely beautiful from the light of his room leading into the dim hallway, which made Brian feel slightly awkward as he smiled and immediately took the tray from her. 

"You shouldn't be carrying this. Did you bring it all the way up here from the kitchen?" 

He nodded her inside his huge bedroom, before going over and setting the tray on the small table in the corner. He gestured her to one of the chairs near it that partially faced a cold fireplace. 

Sitting in the chair opposite her, Brian was immediately pounced upon by Bella, who curled in his lap and purred. 

Hesitantly, Brian stroked the soft ginger fur, making Bella purr louder. 

Eliza smiled happily. "She likes you. Anyway, I have a small kitchen next to my bedroom in case I cannot venture downstairs. I always have a cup of tea before bed. It helps me calm down to sleep easier." 

Brian hadn't seen her own separate wing of the house, but knew where it was located if she ever rang for him with her emergency alert button she usually carried with her. 

Eliza took one of the cups off the tray and sipped it. 

Brian took the other and smelled the herbal tea. It smelled like the perfume Eliza wore, which made his head spin as he tried not to look down at the white lace of her nightgown that framed her perfect pale cleavage. 

He told her, "You didn't have to make this for me." 

"Do you not like tea?" 

"No, it's just..." he trailed off embarrassed before taking a sip. 

It tasted delicious, warm, and extremely comforting. 

She smiled again. "You're worried I might break something?" 

He shrugged then nodded. He was starting to fall for his new employer, which would definitely make things awkward in the long run. He really didn't want to fall in love with her and desire the vulnerable woman who had no one but him. 

Eliza said, "I'm not as frail as you think, but I do appreciate your concern for me."  

Her suggestive smile and piercing blue eyed stare beneath her glasses was starting to make him slightly uncomfortable as he wondered if she found him as attractive as he found her. 

"How was your first day?" She asked casually, trying to hide her obvious smirk in another sip of her steaming drink. 

Eliza had rarely left his side since he had come here, following him like a puppy while in turn being followed be Bella when he ferried his things from his truck to his new room on the second floor or to the former stable where his new truck sat amongst a dusty yet nice antique car collection that Eliza told him he could take care of and take out occasionally to maintain the cars. 

Eliza hadn't followed him outside where Bella always did, but Eliza had waited for him by every door to bombard him with questions about his life and things he liked, as well as tell him fun things about her house and show him the impressive and unusually ample collection of her and her ancestors paintings. 

After he had moved in and put away some of his things, he helped her make an impressively delicious dinner that they ate in the kitchen, before moving to the drawing room where she had him set up a large canvas for her to sketch with his input what she thought might be good to be done to the front of the Manor and the plot. 

It was amazing to watch how fast she worked on the sketch, but she said that she had been practicing practically every day since she was about eight. He had come to find out she was actually four years older than him at twenty-nine. 

"It was really nice day." Brian admitted. Then he joked, "You were probably too easy on me for my first." 

She let out a wonderful and heart warming laugh. "Yes I suppose I was. I'll try and be a little harsher tomorrow." 

After finishing her cup, she set it down and curled up more on the armchair. "What are your plans for tomorrow?" 

"I am at your service." He said before finishing his own tea. 

That made her smile with a yawn, which made him yawn as well, suddenly very tired from his remarkably busy day of moving and traveling. 

She brightened before asking, "Would you be willing to clean all the windows? I had delivered a new pressure pump with a pressure washer. They were delivered yesterday. You'll have to replace the old pump at the well, but I'd love to finally be able to see through a clean window again and have it done before it gets too cold." 

"That sounds good. As long as Bella keeps out of my way. I wouldn't want to get her wet." 

Bella seemed to agree, as her purr deepened. 

Brian yawned again, more tired as his eyes felt droopy.  

The yawn made Bella jump off him and Eliza stand up suddenly. "I'm sorry, you should sleep. I've probably kept you awake long enough. You did a lot for me today and I don't want you too tired tomorrow." 

He stood as well. "Thanks for the Tea. I'll take care of the dishes in the morning for you."  

He wasn't sure if he had the energy to do that tonight, and traveling through the massive old house alone while it was dark was a little eerie. 

"Thank you." She hesitated before she said, "And thank you so much for accepting my offer to come stay with me. It is going to be such a pleasure to have you here and I'm so happy to finally have someone to take care of my house for me." 

"I look forward to making it beautiful again for you." Brian said sleepily. 

Eliza stepped slightly closer to him, looking slightly embarrassed. "There is something I wanted to ask you." 

As she stepped again, even closer, her hands were behind her back as she often had had them. 

He could smell her now, her perfume smelling like the tea that made his head woozy again.  

"Yes?" He asked quietly. 

She looked up at him, biting her still red lip while he dared not hope she would ask something he was trying not to think about. 

Finally she asked, "May I touch your hair." 

Brian's eyes widened in surprise, his heart slightly sinking. 

'Stop it!' He thought to himself. 'She's your boss. You might break her.' 

He slowly nodded to her. 

One of her hands reached up and gently patted his tight black natural curls. 

As part of her hand touched his forehead, a shock ran through him. 

She snatched her hand back. "Sorry. The silk gets that way on some of the armchair. Your hair is really nice." 

Brian was too tired to stop himself from saying, "Yours is nice too." 

Her red lips widened into a smile as she tucked a blonde strand behind her ear. "Thank you. Goodnight Brian. Sleep well." 

"Goodnight Eliza." He said as she and the ginger cat went to the door and shut it behind them so he could finally sleep in the comfortable looking fourposter bed with never before used bedding. 

~~~~ 

Brian followed the ginger cat down the grand staircase, his pale skinned hand with red fingernails slipping down the banister as he went. 

'Pale skin? Red nails? This is a weird dream.'  He told himself as he reached the bottom step. 

His whole body felt weird as some strange silky cloth adorned it while his bare feet walked on the cold hardwood. 

~ 

Suddenly he found himself in Eliza's beautiful greenhouse, following a ginger haired woman, running barefoot in the same light blue robe Eliza had worn earlier. 

The woman turned and Brian could see her pale and freckled naked body under the opening of the silk robe. The unfamiliar woman smirked at him and he nearly fell into her gorgeous green eyes while she held out a hand with long manicured nails. His strangely pale and feminine hand grasped it, while the unknown yet beautiful woman opened the door to the outside of the house. 

As he felt the cool breeze ruffle the weird silky loose cloth he wore, his bare legs and groin shivered from the cold, and from the strange sense of freedom he felt as he breathed in the cool night air. 

~ 

He was now walking barefoot in the maze at the back of Eliza's mansion, his feet felt the smooth rocks under them as his hand still held the ginger woman's. She turned to him and smiled at him, her white teeth, and eyes slightly gleaming in the moonlight.  

He felt a strange love towards her as his groin felt strange as an empty feeling came over it, while he felt something drip down his legs. 

'Am I not wearing underwear- Wait! Where's my dick!?' 

~ 

The woman led him around a corner and into a hedge walled garden with the only entrance the one they came through. There was a beautiful tiered fountain that slowly ran crystalline water into it's white marble bowl that sat on the ground with a brim wide enough to double as a bench. Flowers odd for this Autumn season were planted in spokes around it, while the rest of the ground was covered in moss. 

The soft springy moss felt nice on his feet as he looked down towards them. They were blocked from his view by a light blue satin and white lace night dress he wore that covered his pale breasts.  

'Breasts!? Am I Eliza?' 

~ 

The red haired women took him to the fountain and he saw the truth as he looked down into the clear water. 

He was Eliza. And she looked perfect in the reflection by the light of the full moon while her glasses reflected the light in the water. 

Turning to the woman, she pressed her soft lips to his, which were much more sensitive than he was used to. 

Her tongue breached his mouth as her hand found his chest. 

His breast. 

Eliza's breast. 

Her touch made him shiver as he felt an indescribable pleasure run across his nipples, through his body, and make his desire to be filled in his unfamiliar crotch grow. 

He loved the feeling and was desperate for more. 

~ 

He was laying in the moss with the red haired woman on top of him, her tongue entertaining his while he felt the cool air on his skin. 

His bare skin.  

He felt the warm body of the woman and felt nothing between them as she kneaded his breasts while he kneaded both hers in his soft smaller hands. 

She pulled away to look down into his eyes, her green sparkling as the moon shone a halo around her head above him and his groin ached with desire. 

She felt so good to be with. He didn't know why, but he felt a strong love for her, despite not even knowing her.  

Finally the woman spoke in a melodious and purring Scottish voice. 

"I love you so much, Eliza" 

Sliding lower on his imagined female body, she took one of his erect and incredibly sensitive nipples into her mouth. 

He heard Eliza's voice gasp as he did, pleasure overcoming his other senses. 

~ 

His groin was singing. 

The pleasure from below was so intense, Brian struggled to comprehend what was going on. 

Then something moved. Something was inside of him. 

He didn't know how, but something was inside of where his dick used to be. 

And there was something incredibly soft in his hands. Soft and stringy. 

'Was this hair?' 

He looked down between his bare and beautiful pale mounds to see the woman with red hair between his legs, kissing his groin where she would have normally sucked his dick, but it looked different and felt intensely better than any blow job he had ever had.  

Her mouth left his groin, as her tongue left his body to flick in between Eliza's vaginal folds. 

Then it penetrated him again, while he forced her head into his groin as his red fingernails dug into the woman's hair, her tongue writhing inside of him. 

He felt something start in his groin, and radiate out into his body as passion and ecstasy flooded him in a way he had never thought possible. 

The wave crested and he felt his body clench and spasm with more pleasure than he had ever felt in his entire life. 

One moan roared out of him as the feeling of pure joy and euphoria erupted from his being. 

Then he cried out four little words in Eliza's high and perfect British voice. 

"I Love You, Bella!" 

~~~~ 

Brian awoke with a start. 

He found himself in dark room, unable to see anything. 

A light came from around the curtains of an unfamiliar window.  

He could feel the sweat that drenched him and searched around, his hand bumping painfully into a night table. 

He found his phone atop it, and activated the flashlight. 

Brian was in his new bedroom inside Eliza's mansion, in his new bed. 

After rubbing his face, he tried to remember the strange dream he had had. 

A few minutes of his brain finally waking up, he asked himself, "Was I Eliza and did I have sex with her cat transformed into a woman?"  

He lay back in what was probably the most comfortable bed he had ever slept in. 

Taking a deep breath through his nose, he smelled Eliza around him, making him feel aroused. 

Despite how amazing and realistic the dream was, he shook away the strange dream, deciding he really better not think of his boss having sex or imagine becoming her. 

Glancing at his phone, he saw that it was 02:23 in the morning.  

Removing the slightly damp covers from him, he saw his familiar thin and slightly muscular dark body. 

His manly body. With no breasts and his erection from the arousing dream pressing into the pajamas. 

He got out of bed, his normal male larger feet stepping on the large rug before walking to the window and opening the curtain. 

Looking down through the hazy glass, he could see part of Eliza's huge hedge maze. It definitely didn't look as upkept as it had in his weird dream, but in the center of it, he saw what could have been an open area around a white dead fountain. 

____ 

Eliza felt her hand move on its own to tap on the scroll pad of her laptop. 

Her mouth spoke on its own too, and in a slightly Scottish accent it spoke, "I don't think he suspects a thing. I think we're lucky he blacked out again. I hate that we had to cut our fun short. What happened?" 

Eliza moved her own mouth to respond in her pleasant Queen's English accent. "I'm not sure. The potion was supposed to keep him asleep. I wonder if he was slightly immune to it or it needs a stronger dose." 

Her lips moved on their own and like a Scottish girl asked, "Were ya able to obtain anything from him?" 

She stared down at the night vision camera feed of Brian at his window while he closed his curtains. 

"Some energy, but not much. And I couldn't really collect his memories. He was unconscious for most of it. It's hard to read his memories when his mind is asleep." 

"Too bad. I wanted to know how much he liked his costume from Halloween last year." 

Using his phone as a light, Brian walked out of view of one of the hidden cameras in his room and Eliza's hand automatically clicked back to the view of his bed. He lay back down and shifted his pajama bottoms which were tight due to an obvious erection. 

Eliza's lips commented on their own again. "I'm rather impressed by his cock. I think it might be seven and a half inches. I can't wait to have that inside me. 

Using her own muscles, Eliza smiled her lips. "He was a pleasure to have inside me already. We'll have to play more with him tomorrow night when you turn back to your normal self again." 

Eliza's head nodded absently before speaking on it's own. "I love this new camera thing. I wish we had it years ago. It's so much fun to see our mansion from the comfort of our bed. Technology has come far in the last little while." 

Her hand moved on it's own to close the video feeds of the hundreds of hidden cameras around their manor, and put the laptop away. 

Grabbing Eliza's phone, Eliza's uncontrollable hand pulled up an addictive app called Piccto where Eliza had discovered a wonderful image she couldn't get out of her head. 

The brown haired white woman who posted the picture was dressed in a suit and tie with her hair in a ponytail and a fake mustache adorning her lip. The much taller figure next to her was wearing a tight red bodycon dress pushing up the clearly enhanced cleavage of the figure with a long black wig and beautiful makeup. 

It was a picture of Brian crossdressing with his ex-girlfriend Autumn last Halloween. 

A picture Eliza found very intriguing and arousing. 

Her hand moved on its own again to her bare vagina before breaching into her wet folds, her hand easily going deeper and pleasurably inside her until a few fingers penetrated into her wife's human womanhood as well, while Bella wore her cursed body as a skinsuit. 

Sometimes they found that both of their curses weren't so bad as they masturbated together to the deeply arousing picture of Brian dressed as a girl. Especially after having finally been able to have normal sex with each other for the first time in fifty-three exceedingly long and lonely years where they only had each other for companionship. 

They both wondered what else they could do with Brian's sleeping body over the next several months, as they orgasmed together. 

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"Dear Reader, 

...and Here's the TREAT, part of TRICK OR TREAT. 

(Sorry that joke is a week old) 

Surprise! I said that I was going on a Halloweencation, but my version of that was posting a short version of my favorite kind of story: A SkinsuitTG Story. 

HAPPY SKINTOBER! 

If you are new to the C3Verse, as this story will attempt to get posted to several groups, Welcome! 

This is my second story in the C3Verse: Community Storyline. If you want to check out more of the magical world, look below in the description. 

I also have another story in what I call the C3Verse: Convention Story, that shares this universe and TG themes, but not its Magic. I will be continuing that story in a few weeks. 

If you want more of Eliza and Brian, the sequel to this Story was released on the day the story takes place, October 31st, 2024. Or Halloween! Link Below.

Muhahaha! 

I hope you liked the first part. If you did, help me out by staring it or commenting what you thought below. I make sure to read every comment I receive, and I appreciate all of them. 

Until Halloween, Have a spooky October! 

-XAREK"