The new Countess of Krogholtz Manor

The new Countess of Krogholtz Manor

(Birthday gift for a friend)

It was a lovely day at Krugholtz manor. The grand estate, first built in the early 18^th century by Austrian nobility, was still in great condition after multiple centuries. Now owned and maintained by the Austrian historical society, what was once the home to wealthy counts and countesses, was open to visitors from all around the world. One such visitor was Michael Smith. The balding 37-year-old from Pennsylvania was on a European tour with his wife and two sons.

Michael was wandering the Krughotlz manor gardens on his own when he saw a very interesting woman. She was all alone, sitting by the fountain, running her hands through the water. She was very beautiful had long wild golden hair that seemed to be endlessly falling down her back. She was wearing a shiny gold dress of almost liquid material, that shimmered against the sunlight.

“Uh hey there.” He said, awkwardly raising his hand. A need to be polite made him walk over to her by the fountain.

The strange woman looked at him up and down. “Hmm, English?” She asked in an unrecognisable accent.

“American actually. I from Pennsylvania. Name’s Michael Smith.”

“From the colonies! I did not think your ilk ever come here.”

“Er… I guess things change.” The woman’s snobbish tone was putting Michael off, and he was starting to regret talking to her.

“Yes. I guess they do.” The woman stared at him, eyeing him carefully, scowling. “For years I have travelled this land, and so much of the old order has been upended. This estate used to be owned by good friends of mine. Proper folk of noble blood. The only commoners who would ever set foot here were the servants. Now it seems anyone can come waltzing in”

There was an icy silence, and Michael’s friendly nature made him want to break it. “So, I’m here with my family. The wife and I are taking the boys on their first trip overseas. Our first trip too if you can believe it. Spent all my life in Pennsylvania, now here I am in Austria, seeing all of your lovely castles. Gosh I love castles. You don’t get them back home.” Michael had started to babble, partially hoping it would drive the woman away. He knew he should walk away himself, but the manner of which she stared him sent a shiver down his spine and he was afraid to move.

The woman’s scowl suddenly became a smile and she offered him her hand. “Madam Volla. Please to make your acquaintance.”

Michael relaxed and went to grasp Madam Volla’s hand. She shook his hand gladly and gave a warm smile. Maybe Michael had no reason to be scared after all. This was just an eccentric woman, and now he had a story to tell the fellas back home.

Madam Volla abruptly fell backwards into the fountain, pulling Michael down with her. They both landed in the water with a big splash.

“My utter apologies.” Volla cried, standing up in the fountain. “I seem to have gotten us both very wet.”

“Haha, no worries. It’s only water.” Michael got out of the fountain and helped Volla do the same. “Nothing the sun can’t fix.”

“No, it is completely my fault. I must fix it for you.” Volla grabbed Michael by the arm and started to drag him into the manor.

“Whoa there. It’s just water. Surely we can just lay on the grass for a bit?”

“Nonsense. I know just how to solve this.”

Volla and Michael went very quickly through the manor, going to the main hall and climbing the grand staircase to the upper floors. They went past a tour guide who seemed to be about to admonish them, but a quick glare from Volla stopped him in his tracks and made him walk away. Up on the second floor, Volla dragged Michael into a room marked NO ENTRY. Inside, they found themselves in a very ostentatious bedroom, furnished with four poster king size bed with silk sheets, rad velvet drapes, and a massive mirror

“Wow! Why did you bring me here?”

“So that we can change our clothes of course.”

“Wait here? I don’t think we’ll find clo…”

Michael was hit by a towel thrown by Volla.

“Dry yourself off. I’ll find something suitable for us.”

Volla then walked into a room to the side, leaving Michael alone. The towel was dark red, with gold trim and lettering on the bottom right corner of MV. It felt luxurious to touch, soft and warm. He used the towel to at least dry off his bald head and face. Once he had done so, Michael felt a very weird sensation, a sensation that he has not felt for nearly five years. He was feeling hair on his head. He put his hand up on his head and was extremely surprised to touch hair, very thick hair by the feel of it. He ran his hands through it to feel the full soft hair going down to below his shoulders. Michael rushed to the full-length mirror to see what was going on. Upon seeing his reflection, he immediately let out a sharp, oddly high-pitched yelp of terror.

On the top of his head was a full mane of wavy looking chestnut hair. The type of long luxurious hair that Michael could have only grown since his early twenties. But that was not even the most horrifying sight in the mirror. No. That was the sight of his face. Except it was no longer his face, it was the face of someone else. It was the face of a young beautiful woman, with high regal cheekbones and Germanic features.

“What the fuck!” Michael swore, his masculine voice sounding ridiculous coming from his feminine face. He touched his face with hands, and found they too had changed, now becoming the slender and feminine, with finely manicured nails.

Hearing his voice, Volla walked back into the room, now completely dry and in a new set of clothes. She was dressed in proper horse-riding gear, with leather riding boots, jodhpurs and a tight fitting jacket over a white silk blouse with a high ruffled neck.

“Dearie me, your still not dry yet. You got all those ugly clothes on.” Volla then went up to Michael and nonchalantly ripped off all his clothes with ease. She tore them off like they were made of cheap paper, even the shoes came off. Michael was left completely naked, his male chubby body a disconcerting image when matched with his womanly head and hands.

“What have you done to me?”

“I got you wet, that’s all. Now to get you nice and dry.” Volla took the towel from Michael and against his protests began to wipe down his body. He tried to get away but Volla seemingly boundless amounts of inhuman strength kept him still.

When Volla wiped down Michael, his body changed drastically. All of Michael’s body hair was wiped off. His beer gut smoothed down to a toned flat stomach. His flat chest massaged into having two large firm breasts. His body was moulded to that of a gorgeous looking woman.

“Oh my… oh my god!” Michael said, once Volla was finished, allowing the woman to see her new body in the mirror. “I look… I look… Ich sehe wunderschön aus. <I look beautiful>” Michael found herself with new voice,a lilting soprano with a definite Austrian accent.

“<Yes, you do indeed look beautiful. Some of my best work.>” Volla replied in German.

“<Wait how am I speaking German?>” Michael asked. “<And I can understand you?>”

“<Because you are Austrian of course. You are the Countess Monika Krugholtz. Are you feeling alright my dear? Perhaps we take a ride out in the gardens? Get you some fresh air.>”

Monika knew that what Volla was saying was wrong. That she was not some Austrian countess. She was an American man. With a wife and kids. And her real name was… That’s not important right now she figured. What is important that she is not Countess Monika Krugholtz.

“<Now let’s get you dressed. Someone of noble blood like you needs to be properly attired for horse riding.>” Volla began handing Monika clothes. First a black silk bra and panty. Monika took the underwear and slowly put the extremely feminine garments on. In doing so, her mind began to change, began to accept her new identity. A crisp white blouse button up to the top, tight around her neck, then tucked into tight white jodhpurs.

“<How pretty and proper you now look. As a Countess of noble should look.>” Volla explained. “<Yes, a sophisticated lady who loves the finer things in life. Expensive designer clothes and luxury sport cars. Wealth is what matters to you, wealth and beauty. That’s why you married the Count. So that his estate and vast fortune would be yours.>”

Volla helped the countess put on a pair of riding boots, made of fine leather. A crushed red velvet vest with big gold buttons, and a black riding jacket with white trim. These fancy feminine clothes now seemed perfectly natural for Monika. Someone like her should only wear the most finest of clothes.

“<You love being his trophy wife, ordering your servants around, spending his money on shoes and fur coats. This is who you are. You don’t even love him. That’s why you’re fucking the stable boy you sexy bitch.>”

Countess Monika moaned and licked her luscious lips when she thought of being ploughed by that handsome stud. Gregor, she thought his name was. Not that it mattered of course. All that mattered was his big cock.

Volla led the Countess to her vanity table, where Monika to put on make up like she had been doing it all her life. Once done, she had made her face as sexy and haughty as possible. She loved seeing how the male servants lusted after her, as well as a few of her female ones. She was the bitch in charge here, and those peasants should know it.

“<Thank you Madam Volla my dear old friend. I feel like a brand new woman.>” Countess Monika Krugholtz of the Krugholtz estate said. The memories of Michael Smith of Pennsylvania had vanished away entirely by now. “<I think it’s time I took my ride out for the afternoon.>”

The two women, both properly dressed in their equestrian outfits, walked down the stairs to be greeted by a butler and maid below. Previously the servants had been tour guides, but as the manor now had a countess again their roles and lives had changed as well.

The butler handed the Countess her riding crop as the maid helped Volla with a pair of gold leather riding gloves.

“<Mistress Krogholtz. There appears to be a middle aged American woman near the manor gates.>” the butler explained. “<She is with a pair of young boys and she is yelling at our guards. She seems to be asking to be let in. She says her husband is in here.>”

“<Hmph. Tell the guards to throw her it. Call the police if your have to. I will not have my afternoon ride disturbed by some old American hag.>”

“<Of course, Mistress.>”

Madam Volla, also known as Fulla, the ancient Germanic pagan goddess of bounty and wealth, looked on as the Countess began to berate the maid for not having cleaned the floors to perfection and smiled. This is what the manor needed, a firm manicured hand to take charge and keep the noble line going. Madam Volla had taken a boring American man and made a brand new sexy rich bitch. Such joyous fun. Such joyous fun indeed.