1 Week Later

Things had been going well at castle Dimitrescu, at least from the lady’s point of view, you had made fine progress on your journey to feminization, you could do your own makeup but the Dimitrescu is adamant that she do it to ensure perfection.

You filled your clothes well, which was of no surprise seeing as they were custom tailored for your body type, hugging you in all the right places.

And strangely enough this all sits well with you, hell you might even be tempted to say that it was fun, at least as much as anything could be in this place.

Over the course of your metamorphosis feelings have sprouted up within you, one’s that elicit panic and inner turmoil.

How could you be happy at a time like this? At a place like this? You had been taken in the night from your own home and **** to change your mind, body and soul at the whims of a sadistic vampire.

Yet somehow, in some twisted way, your content with all this, no real objections to being turned into a woman.

And isn’t that telling? That you have no qualms against giving up everything you’ve ever known for this woman? This monster?

Sure you tell yourself that this is for your family but deep down you know that’s only a half truth, sure that’s what kicked this all off but it’s not what keeps you going, it’s her.

Whether you like it or not you had developed feelings for her, twisted and wrong as they were, she was a monster, a genuine real life monster but you fell in love.

You want above all to please her, so when she off handedly offered to allow you time in the opera hall to work with the instruments, your feelings only deepened, she had offered you opportunity to fulfill your dream, the only one you ever truly had; to work with instruments and pursue your passion.

Most of the instruments in there you didn’t know the names of but that didn’t stop you from diving deep into the inventory, so many of which hadn’t been used in years, it took days but you had gotten a mental breakdown of how a few of them worked.

Currently you sit upon the bench of the piano, it has been the easiest to of any instrument you’ve encountered, press a key and a corresponding note plays, simple.

You play at the keys slowly you don’t know the sheet music in front of you, you can barely read english, instead you just work on a new tune. Every once in a while the lady will check in, you don’t know if it’s to make sure your not trying to escape or if she just likes to watch you work, the truth is probably somewhere in between.

You find a melody you like, something soulful and introspective, something that perfectly represents what you’re feeling.

You search your mind, looking for the words to match, how do you convey these thoughts to anyone other than yourself…?

“I woke up yesterday… wrapped in her strong arms…”

“…Why do I enjoy my stay?… this isn’t where I belong….” You speed up your melody now slowly building tempo.

“I left my people in my wake… before the day break.. why don’t I feel fake…? Gotta remember what’s at stake…”

“I swore I’d gave myself up, my body soul and name! But is it wrong that I don’t care, I just enjoy the game…”

“I’m a stranger… can’t recognize… why does this feel like… paradiiiiiise..?! **** to see a different view… now my dreams have.. all come truuuuuue..!”

“I’m stranger, I’m not me… but why does that make.. me happyyyyy…? No more tears and no more feeear, on a brand new.. frontier”

“I’m a stranger… I’m happy… is this really.. the real meee? This strange feeling, this point of view, makes me feel like… something neeeew….” Your fingers dance along the keys, so fast that your joints start to ache but you feel like you need to get this out.

“I feel devotion.. not for family… a strange emotion, but could it be…? This life I’ve chosen, must be for meeee…! I feel guilty, but filled with glee…”

“I’m not leaving… I can’t gooooo!.. knowing she’ll be… left all alone…. How do I say… how I feel…? For all I know this.. isn’t real..”

“I’m a stranger… who am I…? Why does this feel like paradiiiiice…?” You say slowing down, your mind steady, no longer crammed with conflicting thoughts.

You feel eyes on you, you look up above at the balcony, it’s dark up there but you can see a pair of yellow eyes watching you.

“Be at the dining room in 1 hour, I will NOT be kept waiting…” she says before stepping away from the railing, followed by the sharp thuds of her heels carrying her out of the room.

There was something strange in her voice, you think you had heard it before the first time she had pleasured you. That primal tone that lays below her commanding presence, like a shark lying just below the surface of the ocean.

The last time you had sensed that, your life had been turned upside down, and now her commanding you to report to the dining room was somewhat concerning but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to it.

You quickly find that try as you might, you can’t focus on your music, your mind pulled to what she has in store for you.

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You arrive at the dining hall on time, not a minute early nor a minute late, in your time here you’ve quickly learned that the lady of the castle likes things to run smoothly like clockwork.

You push the door open slowly, finding the room cloaked in shadows, all the curtains closed with the only light coming from the door and several candles scattered throughout the room.

The dining table has been cut down the middle shortening it greatly, at one end you see the lady, her white dress caught in the flickering candlelight, her large sun hat nowhere to be seen and her normally coiffed hair has been set free, cascading down her back as she eyes you with those same hungry glowing eyes.

“Come…. Sit… we have.. much to discuss you and I…” she says, her voice that same confident tone, speaking as though every word is an irrefutable fact.

Slowly you approach, ready to take your usual seat upon her lap when she stops you in your tracks.

“Not this time dear-heart… there will be plenty of time for that later….” She says raising a hand, gesturing towards the opposite end of the now very short table, at which sits a plate of several of your most favorite foods, you think to ask her how she knew before imagining her answer ‘I have my ways’.

You change course, taking a seat as you look her way, you’re starting to get hungry but you get the feeling she’s starving and not for your blood.

“I must admit… it’s been a long time sense I have last been in this situation…” she says exposing the vulnerability of her position, whatever that position might be.

You decide it’s better to stay quiet and just let her speak, getting whatever this is off her chest.

“When it first started I tried to tell myself that this was simply my pride in the progress we’ve made… that you’ve made…”

“But….. I’ve never been very good at self-deception… and I refuse to be a **** to my own emotions, so…”

Your eyes narrow softly as her words sink in, she couldn’t honestly be saying what you think right…? You honestly didn’t think she was capable of it, and certainly not for the likes of you.

“…I have developed feelings for you… you’d be wise to accept that..” she says trying to strengthen her position with idle threats that you know she wouldn’t follow up on.

The hilarious thing is that she doesn’t need to make the threats to begin with, you can’t help but crack a grin as the poetic Justice hits you.

Seeing this she starts to say something, you cut her off, something you don’t think anyone has had the courage to do in the last 100 years.

“I feel the same way… I have for some time now….” You can noticeably see her position relax as you admit your feelings to her, before returning to its prim and proper posture.

“Ah… excellent…! Let’s… let’s eat then… you must be starving…” she says as she starts to regain her composure.