Old-Fashioned Appearance

Martin didn't know how he ended up in this body, let alone this time period. It all felt surreal, like he had been thrust into the role of a period piece with no warning and no explanation. It took hours to even accept the situation as real, not some hallucination or dream. It was such a leap in logic that it was easier just to play along, rather than try to understand how it happened.

His new mother found him sitting in the annex of their cottage. Evidently she was trying to marry him off to some esteemed man in the navy, so she tasked him with changing into a new outfit. "The man will be here any minute, Mariette. I want to make a good impression when he arrives, so go put on your best dress right now." Up in his room, he slowly removed each garment one-by-one as he stared at himself in the mirror.

Standing at 5'4", Martin was barely half the weight he used to be. He looked at his naked reflection, completely female and completely in disbelief. It was hard to even acknowledge what he saw as being his own body. He put his hands on his stomach and tried working his way up to his breasts, but then he stopped short. It was such unfamiliar territory, it just seemed wrong on principle. He wasn't ready to explore his anatomy at that moment. It would take much more time to adjust.

Unfortunately, time was not on his side. Just then, his new mother called up to him from downstairs. "Mariette dear, the commodore is waiting." Having not put on an elegant gown as requested, and without time to do so, he grabbed a robe from the clothing rack and rushed downstairs, tying it around his waist as he went. His mother was less than pleased to see his getup. The commodore meanwhile, was quite happy with the petite young woman he saw before him.