From Knight to Dawn          by: Lesley Renee Charles           Erniech@aol.com

 

Part Four

Dawn decided to spend the next day strolling through Queen Elizabeth’s royal flower gardens. She wanted to ponder her situation and come up with a plan to try to hold onto his male identity. It was a beautiful day in late spring and the roses were just starting to bloom.

Dawn found a spot where she could sit and enjoy the beauty of the pure white rosebuds.

"I have to think of a way to fight all of this feminization. I am starting to enjoy some of the sensations I get from the softer fabrics. I better watch out since I don’t know what Queen Elizabeth has in store for me. I just bet it will be horrible."

Dawn soon became lost in her thoughts, when a soft, delightful voice said, "Miss Dawn, do you mind if I sit next to you?"

Dawn glanced up and realized that the voice belonged to the beautiful girl he took advantage of. She started to panic and hoped that he would not be recognized.

"No, I don’t mind. But you have me at a disadvantage as I don’t know your name."

"Let me remedy that. My name is Victoria. Queen Elizabeth wants me to be a confidante to you and help refine your deportment. I am to help you get ready for the Ball, next week. The Queen wants you to be up on all the latest court dances. She also wants to ensure ladylike behavior from you."

Dawn heaved a small sigh of relief. From Victoria’s demeanor, she got the impression that Victoria had no idea that she was 1) a male and 2) the man who raped her.

Victoria on the other hand was thinking to herself that it was fun to see him squirm and would be even greater fun to teach Eric/Dawn the most ladylike behavior. She just knew she was going to enjoy her task.

Meanwhile, Queen Elizabeth was making plans of her own. "First thing, I will send a letter to Christian describing the charms of Dawn. I would like him to be here for the Ball, but I fear that may be impossible because of his class schedule."

She sat down at her desk and composed the following letter.

My dear son,

I think I have come up with the perfect solution for a marriage for you.

Her name is Dawn. She has shoulder-length flaxen hair. She is very beautiful of face. I am working on developing her ladylike deportment.

She also has the bit of plumbing that you find so sexually attractive. Yes, she was born with a penis. I would like you to come home in the next two weeks, to try to court and woo her to be your wife. But if it is possible to come home for Saturday night, I am holding a ball for her. It would be the perfect place to start your courtship of her.

Your loving mother.

She called the royal courier in. "I want you to get this to Prince Christian as soon as possible. Do not delay, this message is very important. "

Queen Elizabeth then strolled into the royal ballroom. She wanted to plan on how the room was to be decorated for what should be one of the greatest nights of a young teen maiden’s life. She wanted Dawn’s Debutante Ball to be memorable for she was hoping that it would start Dawn on the path to becoming a maiden (at least in looks and behavior) permanently.

"I think we should have bowers of white and red rosebuds banking the corners. That should make nice romantic little nooks for lovebirds to escape to."

She then called in a group of servants and told them to start getting the ballroom ready for Saturday night.

During the next week, everything was going fine. Under Victoria’s guidance, Dawn was starting to develop ladylike comportment. She was still determined to keep her male identity, but after the spanking at the beginning of the week, she decided to at least give the appearance of giving in and display ladylike behavior at all times. She was also learning the court dances from the feminine perspective. It was strange to Eric to relearn these dances and allowing himself to be led instead of leading. All in all, Eric couldn’t wait until the year was over and he could return to being a male instead of being treated as a second class citizen. But he knew he would miss the sensual feel of the fabric.

Prince Christian, was a handsome young man. He was 6’1" in height and strong and muscular in build. He had beautiful, rich auburn hair and sparkling emerald eyes. He favored his mother in coloring. He also carried himself with great dignity and strength. He perused the letter from his mother for the thousandth time. "She has really piqued my curiosity regarding Dawn. I cannot wait to meet Dawn. She sounds like the perfect wife for me."

He was going to try his hardest to be there for Saturday night’s ball. He just wished that his classes were already over. He was already infatuated with Dawn, and was impatient to start his courtship of her. He was going to go and talk with the Dean and see if he could have a small leave.

The night of the ball finally arrived. Dawn was laced into her beautiful satin gown. The King and Queen escorted her into the ballroom. Queen Elizabeth whispered into her ear, "I would like you to meet Sir Alexander du Lac. He has agreed to be your escort for tonight. Try to be nice and do what he asks you within reason. Above all, conduct yourself like a lady at all times. If I hear about any misconduct I will have to take you over my knees and give you a spanking to end all spankings."

Dawn nodded her head in agreement. She glanced at the man who was to be her date for the evening. She felt small and dainty, standing next to the hulking man.

Alexander was finding it hard to believe that Dawn was really a male underneath. He looked her over from head to toe. Her flaxen hair was arranged in a single braid that hung down her back. There was a wreath of white rosebuds around her forehead. She was done up with very little make-up. Her sapphire blue eyes dominated her face. Her pink lips looked to be soft and kissable. He couldn’t wait to try to get her in a corner and try to steal a kiss or two. Her dress was a lovely Lilac satin that complemented her complexion beautifully.

The musicians started to play and Alexander bent over and asked Dawn, "Would you like to dance?"

"I would be delighted to."

He led her out onto the dance floor. She started to get lost in the sensations of being held. She felt secure in the strength of his arms. She was starting to get confused by these feelings. "It is wrong to feel this way about another man. I should not like being treated like a china doll. I should be in the male role and doing this with a fair maiden." Dawn told herself.

As the evening wore on, Alexander finally got a few moments alone with Dawn. He tried to kiss her, when she told him no. Alexander was so infatuated with her, he decided to force his intentions on Dawn.

Dawn began to struggle and try to break away, but she was no match for Alexander. He started to kiss her and pin her down. Once he had her immobilized, he proceeded to try to lift her skirts. He wanted to pop her anal cherry.

Alexander quite intent with what he was doing was unaware of somebody behind him. All of a sudden he was struck on the head from behind.

Dawn was shocked and relieved to have her attacker subdued.

Her rescuer introduced himself. "I am Prince Christian. I have come home to meet Dawn, can you introduce me to her?"

"I am Dawn, and I am extremely grateful to you for rescuing me from that man."

Christian then asked Dawn for a dance. The rest of the dance proceeded uneventfully. Except that Dawn was starting to feel an attraction to Prince Christian. She didn’t know whether it was just because she was grateful for his rescuing her.

Dawn, as a result of what nearly happened to her, finally realized how she hurt and brutalized Victoria. She was determined to tell Victoria who she really was and how very sorry she was for what she did to Victoria. She also wanted to ask for forgiveness and a chance to redeem herself. She realized that it was wrong for a man to take another person and treat them as just an object. She promised herself that she would never try to do that to another person again.

She then cried herself to sleep.

During their stroll through the flower gardens. Dawn told Victoria that she had something very important to discuss with her.

"Victoria, I want you to know that I am the man who raped you. I want to apologize for taking something from you that I should not have taken. I hope that eventually you will be able to forgive me."

"I will think about it Dawn."

To be continued.

 

 

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