Through his daze Andrew looked into a mirror and noticed something shocking. Lastly the maid put Andrew into a large hoopskirt. The maid then put him in a petticoat, and a whalebone corset which crushed his already narrower waist, exaggerating his already very distinctive feminine figure into an extreme hourglass shape. She brushed his now long, silky hair and began slipping Andrew into one undergarment after the next. Andrew was too dazed to talk coherently as the maid started working on him. The Maid sat Andrew up on the edge of bed and helped him get up. Andrew quickly felt dazed, drowsy, but very pleasant. The woman, in what is easily describable as maid attire opened Andrew’s mouth and put two drops of something in it. Andrew didn’t have much time to himself when a young woman rushed in, probably from hearing his scream. But there was more, brown hair spilled down his back and over his large chest, and he could feel something between his legs that definitely wasn’t a dick. He screamed seeing two rather large mounds on his chest. As he sat up and shifted Andrew felt something heavy and looked down. He could tell everything was off, and it wasn’t just the room. But Andrew kept falling, and falling…Īndrew jolted up from a bed and looked around a strange room. Andrew began to fall forward and covered his face to shield it from hitting the glass. As he was reading the description panel for the dress and necklace, said necklace flashed brightly, causing Andrew to wince and lose balance. The necklace must have taken Andrew’s curiosity on the subject as a wish or a desire to wear such beautiful dresses all the time. He had no idea that this ornate necklace sitting on display had a power like this, and wouldn’t know for a while. Inside the display case an amethyst necklace listened to Andrew’s thoughts. Maybe I can bounce some thoughts off the curator before I leave” he thought to himself looking at the dresses, always going back to the purple and white dress. “A gender history would do well for the Victorian Era. Her husband was probably a politician or factory owner. Andrew looked at a beautiful purple and white hoop skirt dress. The women’s dresses were always much more appealing to the eyes, and even more complex than the men’s outfits. Andrew was used to Victorian Era clothing because of his work back in the states and he immediately skipped the men’s clothing. He really didn’t want to write a labor history so instead he began carefully looking at the clothes. In it he saw all sorts of things, machinery, carriages, fogwatches, and clothing. Near the end of the day he ended up at the Museum of London and found exhibits specifically on Victorian Era London. With no motivation or any ideas Andrew decided to take a day off and visit several of the great museums in London, hoping for inspiration for a topic. As he began researching and looking around archives, he realized just how difficult this essay would be. He was tasked with writing an argumentative essay on the Victorian era on a topic of my choosing. The end of the term was coming up, which meant term papers. Andrew was taking classes on English history and get to explore London, and the surrounding areas all for free. Hope y'all enjoy)Īndrew, if you didn’t know was a history student visiting London on a summer abroad program. (I know this won't be well liked, but historical TG's are gold.
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