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The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. They had been in existence for some years and each year tried to have a different theme for their annual Ball.
It could be Regency, Victorian, s or any other era. The year I met Ben they had tried a one-off, a transvestite costume Ball. All those attending had to be in another sex's clothing but from any time period except the present.
I was wearing a mid-Victorian Gentleman's suit, frock coat, tapered trousers, top hat, and cane. Ben was dressed in a crinolined ball gown which he had been finding difficult to manage because the skirts were so wide. That's how we met. I'm Julia, oops I suppose I shouldn't be Julia dressed like this. I'm Ben. If you are willing to try, I'd like to dance with you. Although he had worked out how to sit gracefully in a crinoline, he hadn't practised standing up.
Once we were on the dance floor I knew that Ben was having trouble managing his extended crinoline. Ben liked my suit. I liked his dress. We agreed to meet the next day. After a couple of normal dates I asked if I could try on Ben's dress.
He agreed if he could borrow my Gentleman's suit. Apart from my breasts, we were of similar build. He could wear my re-enactment clothing.
I could wear his. We rarely swapped because the group decided that the transvestism was not popular with their members. Realistic costumes were and are expensive and few people wanted to spend money on clothing they would rarely wear. After a couple of months Ben gave me the crinolined dress. I gave Ben my suit. That was twelve years ago. We married and set up home together but never had children. Both of us have very low fertility. I have always had a very erratic menstrual cycle which sometimes gave me false hopes.
We had had extensive tests but even fertility treatment didn't work. Either of us might have managed to be fertile, if we had different partners, but together it was hopeless. The bedroom we had intended to be a nursery turned into a dressing, or dressing-up, room to store our costumes, and where Ben helped me to dress.
Ben didn't need help to don his suits. When fashionable men wore very tight trousers and fitted jackets those had become easy to put on if made of modern stretch fabrics. When we were designing our outfits, I might model Ben's suits. He might be a mannequin while I created my dresses.
Sometimes we made love dressed as each other. It excited me to lift Ben's skirt and find his erection. He wasn't so enthusiastic about me being dressed as a man. He preferred seeing my naked body. He would kiss me, gradually moving up from toes to lips as part of arousing me.
I liked stripping him of his complicated female clothing. For that Ben wore dresses that were our earlier or failed attempts. Our formal costumes were too valuable for enthusiastic love play.
Apart from our first meeting we never cross-dressed in public. Both of us wanted children and that was a frequent cause of arguments between us. We didn't want to adopt. We wanted our own children. Less than a year ago we agreed to a temporary separation, perhaps to see if we could live apart, or whether we wanted a divorce. Ben took an apartment near his work while I stayed in our house. He joined a costume group there. I continued with the group we had met at. At first we met at weekends and then Ben's visits became less frequent.
We still couldn't make a complete break. Maybe we should have done. Next weekend we are going away, together, to an annual costumed event. This year it is at Halloween but one theme is endangered French Aristos after the Fall of the Bastille. The hotel and conference centre is an appropriate location. He had managed to sell his property in France and the French Colonies and move all his assets to England, buying what became called The Maison, a small Stately home on a large estate.
Unusually, he had also invested in Cotton Mills. The interesting story, as far as we were concerned as re-enactors, was that his Countess had been very reluctant to leave France, not believing the real truth of the danger she was in.
The Count had to trick her, and effectively abduct her to England. The Count's descendants even acquired a guillotine and installed in the basement. The guillotine was in operational order but had never been used except to demonstrate how it worked. When we arrived at the hotel, we were handed a booklet explaining the history of the Count, Countess and The Maison.
It included the story of the Countess' abduction and the re-enactors wanted the members of the group to perform their version of that story. The Count had sold the ancestral estate that adjoined the Loire River but hadn't dared tell the Countess. She had refused to leave France and her extensive family connections even when one of them had been executed. She just didn't believe that a nobleman could have been guillotined. That day the Count had come by ship from England and that ship was moored just out of sight of the chateau.
He had taken two of the Countess' maids to England to help set up the new apartments at the Maison for his wife to 'visit'. Of course he intended that she should never return to France. Unfortunately for him, the Countess suspected that was his intention, and although allowing the maids to travel, would not leave.
The maids had noted and told him about the styles 'a la victime'. Their dresses had red ribbons crossed between their breasts, tied at the back. Although the Countess was not willing to leave France, she was interested in current fashions. She knew that Paris was too dangerous for her to visit, but the descriptions of the latest French fashions in London appealed to her, even if she thought they could be in poor taste.
The Count had instructed the two maids to bring some of the dresses and accessories back to the chateau. It would mean that she would have to be fed, but surely that wasn't too difficult with a large staff of servants?
The Countess came to dinner wearing a tight-skirted dress and the special fichu. She needed help even to sit down. She couldn't lift her skirt. The maids hitched it up and helped her into the chair. They fed her carefully. At the end of the meal, the Count made a pre-arranged signal to one of the maids. She brought a couple of shawls. The Count suggested a walk on the terrace since it was a balmy summer evening.
The Countess had to be helped to her feet and then they went out of the Chateau's front door, down the formal stairway, and turned to walk along the terrace. The maids followed a couple of steps behind.
The Count again asked his wife if she would accompany him to England. She refused. The Count sighed and held out his hand to one of the maids.
She passed him a shawl. The Count rolled the shawl into a band and suddenly gagged the Countess. While he was silencing her, the maids wrapped the other shawl around her legs and tied it tightly. The Count picked his wife up, lifted her to his shoulders as she struggled vainly, and walked off the terrace towards the Loire. One of the maids ran back into the house and sounded the alarm bell.