The Deal

She laid it out simply as if this were a simple trade of goods and services.

“I may not look it sweetling, but I AM a woman of science and nothing fascinates me quite as much as the thought of taking something worthless and turning into a valuable asset… take you for example, I could turn you into something truly worthwhile…”

“I could keep your secret of course, but what is that in the face of making your illusion a reality..? I’d turn you into the perfect woman…” she says leaning down almost at eye level with you with a that damn grin on her face.

She suddenly stands up straight, beginning to pace around you to get another look at your body.

“There will of course need to be sacrifices, your relationship with all those who know you as a man-thing will need to be severed, naturally…”

Cut ties with your family? Entirely? The whole reason you did this was for their sake and if you don’t write to them they’ll surely believe you to be dead!

As if noticing your distress she budges slightly giving you something to work with. “Of course, your participation in this experiment will be counted towards your contribution to their debt”

“And naturally you’ll need to cooperate fully, abandon your… ‘Masculinity’ and embrace your femininity” This is a lot, in order to go on living and take care of your families debt, you’ll need to abandon everything that you are, even abandon your relationship with your family; your driving **** behind all of this.

With this in mind you nod your head making peace with your decision, your only decision, your family need to be taken care of and if this is the only way you can do it then it must be done.

A strange calm has settled over you, your heart rate which had previously been pounding has sense slowed and you lock eyes with her.

“Ok… I agree to your terms..”

Her grin widens further in barely controlled glee as she leans down to you once more.“You’ve made the right decision young lady…”

“As this is an ongoing experiment that will take a great deal of my attention, you will be staying with me in my chambers” she states matter of factly.

“But of course we will cross that bridge when we get to it” she says walking to the door, her movements brisk and full of energy now.

“Get dressed, we’ll need to expand your wardrobe and differentiate you from the normal maid staff” she says waiting for you to dress.

You feel her eyes on you as you slide on the smock, blushing softly as you see her linger on you for a moment before opening her door and stepping outside.

You’re quick to follow and are led through the castle, down corridors and passing through the courtyard, at one point you spot Gilda who seems shocked to see you.

Eventually you arrive at a secluded room at the far end of the castle, pushing open the door Dimitrescu calls out to an unseen occupant.

“Lydia? I have need of your skills” she shouts as you squeeze through the door behind her imposing frame.

Inside the room is what appears to be a tailor, in the center of the circular chamber sits a platform with a nearby sewing station similar to where your mother used to work.

Along the walls are curved shelves holding every fabric in every color the human eye can process most of which you’ve never seen before in your life.

A small woman suddenly pokes her head out of a small alcove to the right where she had presumably been drawing up dress designs.

“You don’t need to shout Alcina, it’s a small room” she says as she hops out of her chair. She’s small, even smaller then yourself with a pair of archaic bifocals over her blue eyes.

What surprised you most was how she referred to the lady by her first name, and beyond that, she made no attempt to have the small woman killed.

Had any maid committed such a treasonous act they’d never be seen or heard from again.

“I have an important job for you, this one requires a wardrobe, quality is no priority, just something fast, but more importantly you must swear yourself to secrecy as to the form of this young woman” she says gesturing to you.

Not questioning the strange request the tailor merely looks around the otherwise empty room.

“Who am I going to tell?”

“Very well, strip” she says tapping your shoulder expectantly, and strangely you don’t hesitate to unveil yourself to this perfect stranger.

Upon spotting the source of your mystery she merely whistles before gesturing towards the platform in the center of the room.

“Alrighty, let’s get those measurements, then…” she says pulling out a measuring tape from one of the sewing stations drawers before getting to work.

You blush profusely as you try to look at anything other than either of the women staring at you nude.

“So what’s this one’s story?” Lydia asks without turning her head to Dimitrescu as she works.

“Merely an experiment, nothing more” despite her blunt tone you sense it’s a little ****, as though to hide her true motivations.

After several long hours of posing it’s over, and you’re allowed to redress which you’re all too happy to do, you’ve spent enough of the day nude in front of strange women.

Lydia draws up various designs, everything from cute little sleeping gowns to ballroom dresses.

Dimitrescu green lights all of them requesting that they be designed with red fabric, for cosmetic purposes before bidding the woman farewell.

You and the lady exit the room from the windows in the hall you can spot the sun falling beyond the horizon.

Your stomach rumbles softly, you haven’t eaten sense yesterday and it’s been a long day of posing and being naked in front of your boss.

“Hungry hmm? I am as well, come with me then, I’ll have dinner prepared” she says tersely before leading you to the dining room which thankfully isn’t far from the tailor.

“Wait here, I’ll be back shortly” she says stepping out of the room leaving you alone.

Not knowing what else to do you pull out a chair and take a seat at one of the large and very comfortable dining chairs.

Just as you begin to relax you hear the door burst open, a swarm of buzzing insects circle the dining room table, you jump out of your chair and they reform into the the woman from the night you came to this awful place.

“What are you doing here, meat? You have no business in this part of the castle and if I didn’t know any better I’d say I saw you sitting in the lady’s chair…” she says slowly stepping towards you, a sickle in hand rusted beyond belief.

“I… I uh… the lady instructed me to stay here… she said she’d be back…!” You say backing away from her, staring into the girls crazed eyes that watch you like a shark.

She surges forward her sickle raised high, your life flashes before your eyes, you flinch, raising your hands in a weak attempt to shield your most **** points.

Suddenly another door bursts open, the one which the lady disappeared through, the woman freezes as the lady speaks.

“Cassandra, what do you think you’re doing…?” Her tone is firm but not mean, almost like a mother scolding her child.

“I.. I found this one loitering in a place she didn’t belong so I thought-” Cassandra begins before being cut off.

“So you thought to touch something that doesn’t belong to you? Without my permission..?” She says slowly approaching.

She looks away, seemingly embarrassed by her mistake. “I… I’m sorry mother…” she says her hands folding down before her in a similar manner at the maids are expected when the lady passes by.

She takes her chin in her hand raising her eye level to meet hers. “Next time you will come to me first, is that understood..?”

She nods softly before the lady releases her chin, dismissing her, she dissolves into a cloud of insects before quickly evacuating the room.

Giving a sigh the lady turns her head towards you, slowly giving you a once over, seemingly looking for injury.

“Are you well? I don’t like broken test subjects” she says as she circles you.

“Y.. yeah.. I’m fine…” your response seems to be enough for her satisfaction and she takes a seat where you had sat previously.

You’re about to take another seat but she suddenly stops you. “Not there little mouse, I need to feed too remember?” She says patting her lap softly.

Your cheeks burn a faint pink at the idea, she really IS a vampire the rumor mill in the village was right!

Unfortunately you have little other choice but to do as told, placing your confidence in that she wants to fulfill her experiment enough to not kill you.

You crawl into her lap, surprised how soft her thighs are, kinda like a cushion, you feel an arm wrap around your middle pulling you flush against her chest that cradles your neck and head.

Your heart pounds in your ears as you quietly chew your bottom lip, you feel her shift and hear her sniff along your neck giving a small chuckle.

“Nervous, little mouse..~? No need to fear, I’ll only take what I need~” she says before you feel a pair of sharp stings on your neck.

You squirm in discomfort against her grasp but her arm merely tightens around your midsection like a vice.

You start to feel a little light headed as she pulls away, resting back into her chest as you work through this strange experience.

In this state it’s hard to keep track of time, it’s hard to tell how much time passes when the door to the kitchen opens and a maid brings out a single plate of food.

The food smells amazing, looks incredible, though your appetite escapes you, you imagine it has to do to your blood being drained.

Noticing you’re ignoring your food the lady chides you softly. “You need to eat, little mouse, you’ll need the energy in the days to come…”

Her words sink in but that doesn’t change that you fear eating will make you throw up, and you imagine making a mess on the lady will be a swift execution.

She sighs softly before taking a fork and scooping up some mash potatoes before bringing it to your lips.

“Don’t make me pry your mouth open, your jaw will ache for months” she says coaxing you to part your lips getting a satisfied hum from her.

At least this way if you spill your guts you can say that you had warned her, you reason as she slowly feeds you, cutting up the steak for you before feeding it to you by chunks.

It tastes amazing and you can’t help but moan slightly as the seasoned meat hits your taste buds, you had never had steak before, especially not one seasoned this perfectly.

Before long your plate is cleared, she sets the fork on the table and pats your head softly. “Well done, see, wasn’t that pleasant?” She asks, you can’t really help but nod along with her.

You both wait there for some time you coming down from your lightheadedness and her seemingly taking a moment to relax.

Finally she speaks, her words barely registering with you in your haze.

“We’ve much to do before the day is out, we’d best get to it now” it takes a moment to understand her meaning and you crawl out of her lap, stumbling and leaning on the table for support.

You hear her chair scoot back across the tile and her rumbling footsteps draw nearer to you.

“It will take you all night to stumble your way to my chambers, Time we do not have to spare” she says before suddenly your hoisted up in deceptively strong arms, a hand finding its way to your ass and the other on the back of your neck pressing your head softly but firmly into her collar.

You feel the rumble of her footsteps as she carry’s you to her room, but thankfully you can see nothing but her collar.

You hear the sound of a door being opened, closed and finally locked before you’re released, laying you back upon the soft surface of the lady’s mattress.

You stare up at the ceiling dizzily as you hear her walk about her room, finally her voice flows into your ear.

“You’re not asleep are you, dearling?” You sit up and turn in the direction of the voice, she sits at a vanity, staring at you through the large mirror.

She pats her lap again prompting you to climb out of bed, you imagine you must look like a newborn deer to her, stumbling on shaky legs.

You hear a soft chuckle as you climb up into her lap once more, fearful that you’re about to lose even more of your life’s blood.

But instead she simply took her hands and starts cleanly moving them through your hair.

“Hmm… something will need to be done about this… don’t you agree…?” She asks looking at you through the reflective surface of her mirror.

She had a point, you hadn’t had your hair cut sense your mother disappeared, in her absence it’s grown wild, you’ve gotten by through tying it back and out of your face but that won’t be enough for the lady of the castle.

“Hm… your lucky your such a fascinating specimen, you know, normally I’d simply have a maid do this but I cannot trust such a job to unskilled labor…” you can’t help but smile a bit at the closest thing to a genuine compliment you’ve received from her.

She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a brush, ornate and plated in gold with jewel inlets before starting to work at your hair with it, working out mats and the like until it’s become straight and free.

Suddenly you see something that you at first think is a trick of the lights or an illusion of your blood loss, but you could swear her fingers grew razor-like blades from her nails.

She brings them close to you, you shut your eyes tightly and flinch, fearfully of what you’re seeing, then as you wait for what comes next, you hear it, a snip.

You crack open an eye and watch a clump of your hair fall down out of sight, she’s giving you a haircut with these strange claws.

She chuckles softly upon seeing your reaction before she wiggles her fingers and by proxy her claws with clink together as they meet.

“You didn’t seriously think I was going to harm you did you~? Darling, I’m a monster but I’m no fool, your a valuable investment” her words while cold hearted did make you feel slightly better about your own survivability in this arrangement.

You close your eyes, allowing her to work, it’s so faint but you swear that you can hear an oh so faint humming, not dissimilar to your tune from earlier that day.

“Open your eyes little mouse, I must say this is my best work yet~” you open your eyes as instructed and see yourself.

Your hair has been straightened and cut evenly, a knot of hair had been left pulled back at the back of your head creating a short ponytail among your long hanging hair.

Your cheeks turn a light pink and something in you clicks, you’re starting to see it now, you look… amazing, practically indistinguishable from an ordinary girl.

Unbeknownst to you, Dimitrescu grins widely as she watches your reaction, pleased with her work a bit more than a scientist should be.

“Hmmm… there’s hope for you yet, little mouse~” she says before picking you up and setting you on your feet.

It’s then you feel the prickling itch of loose hair in your clothes, it seems that she does as well as she stands.

Once more you hear that familiar command, you follow it without delay this time. “Disrobe for me..”

turning around on shaky legs your heart gets set in your throat, a stab of heat thrusts into your core, it seems Dimitrescu also disrobed.

Her body is everything you had thought, tall and curved, small amounts of muscle definition scattered along her body, her breasts must be at least twice the size of your head and her thighs are about as thick at your torso.

Immediately you **** your gaze to the floor, the blush on your cheeks intensifying as your member grows hard.

Much to your surprise this merely garners chuckles from Dimitrescu, she strides forward towards the bed throwing open the covers.

“Well? Are you not tired…~?” She asks her voice sweet as honey to your ears, you climb into bed, trying to keep enough space between you two for the mother before your mind well and truly exhausted, slips into a deep slumber.