by  toughset
been putting this off because it would be a bit of a project to tackle.
inspiring music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmCnQDUSO4I it ain't colonial but damnit it's good.
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As the carrage wound through the streets of New York Ryans cursed his, or rather her, stars. The bonce was tight, the ball dress was tightened in the back by one of his men. He had to start thinking as a woman to get through this dinner, and so he focused trying to remember all the beautiful women he'd met, and the dances of europia. His...Her damnit... her men needed the support of the queen and more importantly the governor, to keep the trade fort stocked, supplied, and above all to keep them from replacing her as commander. For all the "issues" she'd slowly been becoming a much better commander, fierce in battle and discipline, but with a sort of tenderness that Abraham had always lacked as a man.
Between that and his, or her, ability to fight the monsters that lurked in the forests and swamps, the men had fallen head over heels for their new "reformed" commander.

Drew Smithson who had worked on her dress had been a tailor back home, and had done an amazing job. "Shitecunts... I can't breathe in this thing..." she gasped as he pulled it tight. causing her bust to appear more prominent. "an the silks rub up aghinst my cunt." she fell into her usual baroque anglish she'd have to set that aside tonight. She'd been out of the noble circut for two years, and two years in the colonies had not been kind to her pronunciation "Might as well get all ya bitchin out now L.T. gotta hob nob with the notables soon." Smithson said as he put a boot on her back, taking the whisky glass from her hand. "Oi... Suppose it's for the best. Doesn't help me talk like a lady..." "nope, an we both know ya can't get drunk sir." "Godawful shame whatever forest wench gave me these..." she grabbed her breasts giving them a bounce in her hands as they settled into place. "also gave me a liver wif more iron than a cannonball."
She finally sat back, the fine transport carrage rode past one of the new steam powered ones, the steam blowing through the cab. "Ya GOBSHIT, look where YA BLASTIN..." Smithson grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back into the carrage. "ya should be thanking 'im gave yer hair some bounce to work with. A bit of grease for shine and to hold it." he dipped his fingers into a tin of materal used to grease the wheels of a cannon and tied her hair back. "I don't know why...ah that pulls... why they use those things. they are..." she cleared her throat settling into a more honey-like femine voice trying it out. "So impractical and there's no room to move." another sped past Smithson pushed her face out the window washing the grease out with hot steam. "'ere we go mam... uh sir..." she took a breath and relaxed. "no smithson tonight as much as I might find the idea galling I am Lady Ryans. A lady of Angland's noble families, and a frontier commander... Call me mam..." she extended a hand gently to him. "and you" she slammed her fist between her legs it made a *floof* noise due to the ballgown. Her throbbing cunny had been salivating from the bumps and jostles. "I don't want any trouble from you tonight, hear me?" she cleared her throat "you..." she resumed her ladylike voice, grabbing it, one finger between the folds. "you will stay in your holster tonight." it wasn't a separate mind or spirit. But it gave her something to concentrate that resistance on.
"tonight we are a proper lady of the courts." she pressed a finger to the line of her cleavage, enjoying the feeling before pulling it up and turning up her collar. "if'n you don't mind me saying..er....mam. She might be of use to us tonight." he looked around "no... I am not going to have one of those fat bureaucrats shoving his meat between my legs. If that wasn't embarissin enough, I'd probably break 'em in half."
he waved his hands. "nah mam, an watch ya accent by da by." he took of his hat looking at her over those spectacles. Smithson had once been the barracks barber, the same man who had once trimmed his beard and shined his boots had Ryans looking and acting as a proper Lady of Europia. "I'm sayin let 'er out half cocked, be charmin, they 'spect somthing exotic, a little taste o da wilds. Give'em a taste, an wrap em round yer finger." she blushed at the idea, but remembered the girls of Europia, and of Angland playing with other nobles. One had allowed him to get to second base before turning him down. It had cost him a month's pay and... come to think of it a pearl necklace, two diamonds, and he'd taken her to the oprea twice!
A lightbulb went off in her head. She looked down between her legs. "excellent idea, I'll lead the way, and she provides the fire." she poked it with a slender finger clad in white gloves. "deal?" ashiver of pleasure ran up her spine. "okay, but no dirty bureaucrats... maybe if we spot a cute girl... but for now my sweet, we'll have no such funny business."

The coach came to a stop before a large palatial estate, a purple silver trimmed carpet laid out before her. "oh god an all 'is angels" she looked out at the onlooking gentry in the garden beyond. Grabbing the bottle from smithson and taking a swig. The rotgut whisky burning her throat for only a moment. drowning the butterflies didn't really work, immune to it as she was.
The courtier opened the door and offered her a hand, she took it gently. She could've snapped him in half, and her stomach told her to run back in the carrage. "thank you good sir" she said in a voice that sounded feminine and sweet enough to sound alien to Abraham's own ears. She walked slowly with toothless Smithson behind her. As she passed the canines of Angland and New York, a few of them were as far away as Quebec. Her heart pounded. In a garden of lavender and roses she smelled of grapeshot and gunpowder, of sweet axel grease. Somehow it worked. It could have been the magic of her body. Whereas the man she used to be would've smelled repellant, she smelled and looked slightly exotic. Even the whiskey on her breath spelled like a fine honey vintage from a oak wood cask instead of the rotgut she'd been drinking.
Wispers abounded and made her blush "is that the frontier woman?" "yes the commander" "used to be a man?" "father had...her... expelled for sleeping around... but" the barbs were wispered, but each conversation ended in a compliment "fetching" "ravishing" "exotic" for idle nobles from across the colonies, even a few might have been from Angland itself, she was a breath of fresh air in their stale world. Not that she noticed and nearly had a heart attack as she reached for the door, only for Smithson to open the door for her. Tipping his hat and bowing. She would've knocked him senseless, but couldn't. Not here. Not now.

"Her Ladyship Abraham Ryans" came the call as the doors slammed behind her the coned lights shining on her as she blushed in her uniform turned ballgown. Her face turned the color of a beet, and a warmth spread through her. She curtsied perfectly. There was a stiletto in her boot, and a derringer, strapped to her inner thigh, but for the first time in years. She felt totally disarmed.

She didn't dare scamper out of sight, instead crossing the floor and looking to the small crowd, then curtsying again to the governor. "Thank you m'lord" her voice was sweet as honey and soft as silk. "for your invite." The old boar in his red coat and black curled wig raised a glass to her in recognition chuckling.
The night went on small talk was made about the weather, this or that little rumor, and what was going on in europe. A couple of cute girls eventually approached her, a pair of southerners, one a Vulpine, the other a calico feline. The two of them were quick to the point curtsying and asking. "Lady Ryans... is it true you were once a man?" they both looked up at her with questioning eyes. "yes my dear Abraham Ryans of the Coventry Ryans." she curtsied back. The girls giggled, he knew the type, airheads who were on every rich man's arms. "and how do you find your fairer sex?" "inconvenient at first... but there are advantages to a different view of the world." She regaled them with the story of a native wood nymph he had helped cross a river, bold faced lying about the fact that they had instead been charming and had a good hard rutt by the firelight instead. the Calico burst out with a very unladylike question. "What was it like to have a penis?" she pressed a hand to her cheek blushing very hard turning away cutely. The nearby nobility perked up their ears. A woman speaking ill of men in a setting like this was shameful, but likewise if they viewed her as a man she'd never be accepted. Let alone that women were not allowed to be soldiers, hold rank, or anything else. The answer here could've made or broken her reputation among the notables.
"It was...well that would be like describing color to the blind. No woman can imagine entirely what it's like to be a man, nor can a man imagine what it like to be a woman." she brushed the question off a bit with a playful laugh. "but to be entirely honest, I do miss it at times. As one would miss their tail, or..." she extended a gentle hand to a nearby notable, a merchant captian with a hook for a hand. "a hand" she took the older vulpine man by the hook. "and where something is lost, good lord willing." she gave him a wink. "something is gained."

As the music began she swept out onto the floor taking the captain that the girls had avoided for a waltz. Unlike any other lady on the floor she lead the dance, her body pressed up against the captain as she took the old sea dog for a spin around the floor. She was the belle of the ball, and as the song ended she bowed out handing off the captian to another girl, the very same feline who had asked her questions.
"just as loss of youth means a gain of experience."

"Glorious" came a call from behind her the old boar and a grey fox she had never seen before came up from behind. "and well said madame." the grey fox looked her over through his monocle. The governor quickly stepped aside differing to the fox as a superior "Lord Henry Wimblethorp from the offices of Parliament" he extended his hand she took it in a hand shake, but instead of shaking bowed properly. She wasn't sure how to greet him.
Henry took notice, she gripped his hand as a man, and bowed as a gentleman respecting his superior. He smiled, he would most certainly be able to report on the actuality of Lord Ryan's son and heir. "I am glad to find you well, and your father sends his greetings." her face turned beat red. "Yes, I'm sure father has questions. Tis needless to say I've learned my lesson about leading a rampant love life." Henry nodded, the political gears working in his brain. "As you are the oldest child, your gender has caused a snarl in my paperwork. I believed as part of my visit as inspector we could get that all settled?"

In the back of her mind curses exploded like fireworks. But she maintained outward grace and poise. Take that you stuffy gobshites was her first thought as she had made it this far without slipping up, and wouldn't fall now.
She followed lord Henry to an adjacent study where he poured her a glass of wine. "you see the thing that concerns me..." he drank from his glass. "is that you were his heir, and love-life or no, you are now a woman. Your younger sisters of course cannot manage the estate. The estate will pass to a cousin. However there are a number of questions that needed confirming." She smiled "and whatever is that?" "well if it was an act, or if you were capable of fathering a son." he responded holding a copy of her father's will. She stood up, and began to unhook her corset, pulling the string.
He blushed hard as she revealed her ample assets to him. "I am not, and as you can see my assets are ample as a woman as they were as a man... But there is a flaw in your logic." she smiled as she strapped back up. taking the letter from him and flipped it open. "The estate passes to the first born son" she placed it on the drawing desk in the candle light. he stood close over her shoulder, the bulge in his pants obvious as it pressed into her rump.
"not tonight" she wispered to herself and that needy thing between her legs.
"what was that?" he asked her, looking up from the note. "Oh, tonight is not the night I'll loose on that inheritance. Should father not amend his will. I was born a son, making me first born." he seemed a bit surprised of course. Now it was time to sweeten the pot. She took a seat on the desk, crossing her legs, tat dress draping down.
"But thank you, if the powers here have made a woman out of me. The almighty may still grant me the ability to father a son. But in the meantime." she placed a finger under his chin pulling him a little closer. "should the worst happen, I'd like you to manage the estate in my stead while I am here in the colonies." he wasn't expected to be handed a palatial english estate instead of the fresh young tart before him.
But he wasn't about to complain, the night was still young. She kissed him on the cheek. "you came all this way to help me sort out the law I'd be remiss if you went back to england with nothing." the scent of gunpowder and lavender remained with him long after she'd left the room. As did his un-manageable erection.

She leaned against the wall and exhaled before being dragged out onto the dance floor by a gunsmith's son from east carolina.

As the ball ended Smithson was there to meet her with an open door. She collapsed into the plush seat. "ow'd it go" "very well... I even sort of liked the dancing." "an the fort?" "I impressed a parliamentary official and the governor alike." she laid her hand over her face, grabbing her panties with the other hand. pulling them off, they were moist and she was in heavy heat. "I promised myself some fun after this..." "yes mam...er sir...." "we're going through boston on the way back?" "aye." she reached out "good give me the whisky bottle, we're going to tear up the red-light tomorrow."
Unfortinately the bottle was dry. "well... I suppose it could be worse." she jingled the coins. "they promised me some sort of "16 pounder" steam cart. Not sure what that is, but at least we can get food and medicine. Maybe even enough to trade with the natives." she nodded and leaned back to a well deserved nap.