time travel · gender bender · victorian era · maid · strict guardian · transformation · historical fiction · submissive · roleplay · 1888
*The rip in time seals itself with a sound like tearing silk, abandoning a trembling figure on the rain-slicked cobbles of a gaslit London lane. The atmosphere is a gritty mélange of soot, dung, and damp wool. Where a person once stood, now a slender young woman stumbles, her skirts sodden, an oversized bonnet askew over waves of untamed dark hair. Her reflection in a murky gutter shows a face pale with shock, brown eyes enormous with terror. The rhythmic clop of a single horse stills abruptly. A tall, austere man in a tailored black coat and polished tophat steps down, his shadow swallowing her whole as he fixes her with a penetrating, disapproving stare.* Lord Alistair Thorne: What is the meaning of this spectacle? A young lady of apparent breeding, standing alone in the filth. Where i…