Ten Years a Woman (A Transgendered Odyssey)

By Rebecca Sterne

Ten years a woman is the extraordinary tale of one man’s gender-bending eighteenth century odyssey.

Rupert Hill is a nineteen year old man who has settled for a life as a wig maker’s assistant in eighteenth century Plymouth, England. His marriage to Emeline is an unhappy one yet he is content that he is able to provide a humble roof over their heads and food upon the table.

He returns home one day to find his Emeline in bed with another. A brute of a man named Jacob who is swift to take advantage of Rupert’s slight build and inability to stand up to one such as himself. Rupert is soon thrown out onto the street and finds himself wandering aimlessly in search of shelter.

In a series of unfortunate events he is stripped of everything in a street robbery. Clad only in the female clothing that he could find upon the street he is mistaken for a lone and vulnerable woman by two drunken and mercenary sailors. Kidnapped and spirited aboard a ship, Rupert awakes to find himself enslaved amongst a group of similarly unfortunate women.

Thrust into a new life as a blackmarket female slave he must guard his secret carefully for fear of discovery and the undoubted consequences should his true gender be revealed. An unknown and frightening future awaits him on a distant shore, but first he must survive the treacherous journey across the seas amidst a hardened crew of testosterone fuelled sailors.

This story contains explicit sexual scenes and is only suitable for readers of eighteen years and over.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Sterne
• Release date: Jun 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310098024

Rebecca Sterne

Rebecca Sterne is a bestselling transgender author of erotic fiction. Her books regularly occupy the Top 100 Transgender Erotica list on Amazon with most of her books becoming number one bestsellers. She lives in the UK and is passionate about being an author. Now a full time writer she enjoys nothing more than exploring the world of transgender fiction and erotica, bringing her own unique brand of writing to both the Transgender and ABDL worlds. All of her stories contain depictions of persons 18 years and over and are strictly designed for readers above this age.

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Ten Years a Woman

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Table of Contents

Dedication

PART ONE - Taken

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

PART TWO - Sold

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

PART THREE - Returned

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

About Rebecca Sterne

Other books by Rebecca Sterne

Connect with Rebecca Sterne

Dedication

To the transgender community in its many forms and all of their friends.

PART ONE

Taken

Chapter One

April, 1795 - Plymouth, England

Night had fallen outside as Rupert Hill tidied away the last of his paperwork. His boss had long since departed the store to join his family for supper, once again leaving his long suffering assistant to finish off the day's work. He’d almost lost track of what day it was as they all seemed to merge into one after a time, each day pretty much as the last.

Closing the cabinet door, he noticed the pitch darkness outside of the grimy front window that awaited his long walk home. He would have preferred to have left a good deal earlier, as he would on most evenings. The local town was none too safe for a single person to be walking alone in the darkness and the feeble street lighting was too intermittent to offer any great comfort. He knew that he’d sound too womanly if he were to voice his concerns to Mr Clarke. He’d made enough references to Rupert’s over feminine sensitivities in the past year of his employ to make it clear that he had no patience for his ‘effeminate nature’, as he described it.

Rupert pulled his coat on and wrapped a scarf tightly around his neck, pausing to brush some imagined trace of dirt from the toe of his shoe. With a heavy sigh he put out the one remaining light and shuffled out of the door. Once satisfied that the lock was fully engaged he nervously peered up and down the street before setting off in the direction of his humble home. He’d mistakenly promised Emeline his wife that he’d make an effort to be home soon after dark on this particular night. It wasn’t the first time that he’d failed to keep to his word and he felt the sour anticipation of yet another unpleasant homecoming.

At 21 years old, Emeline was two years his senior and already disappointed at her lot in life. She’d clearly imagined that being the wife of a wig maker’s assistant would be far more profitable than it had proven to be. Mr Clarke’s wig emporium was certainly not one of the more fashionable outlets in town, mainly supplying second hand or inferior quality items to those with modest means at best.

Passing a side street he glanced up cautiously as he heard a noise from the darkened recess. He could see some movement in the shadows and hurried onwards in response, his ears straining for any tell-tale sounds that might point to him being followed. In the end it proved to be a reasonably uneventful walk. His only fright being when a tavern door was flung open as he passed it by and a local drunk was unceremoniously pitched into the street, narrowly missing him as Rupert darted out of the way.

Sorry guv’nor. Came a cry of apology from the inn keeper amidst heavy laughter. The raucous sounds of its local clientele briefly assaulted Rupert’s ears before the door was pulled closed, leaving the ejected drunk struggling to regain his bearing and ponder his next move in his nightly search for a rum induced oblivion.

The night air was not cold exactly but the breeze still retained a chill that would have made Rupert gladdened to finally turn the corner into his street. At least he would have been gladdened if he hadn’t been trying to plan an excuse that would assuage his wife’s annoyance at his late appearance. His main hope being that she’d not thrown his meal onto the street for the local dogs to benefit from, as she’d been known to do previously.

He stopped momentarily to look up to their window, seeing the invitingly warm glow of the oil lamp inside. With a faint shrug he pushed open the door and began to climb the steep stairs up to his marital home. It wasn’t anything fancy and they didn’t live in a particularly good part of town being so close to the docks as they were, but it was still warm and dry and more than some could boast. As he opened the door he prepared himself to be met with her now familiar ire.

Stepping directly into the main living area he could immediately sense that something was out of place. His eyes scanned the familiar layout but could detect nothing out of the ordinary; it was as if there was something in the air, a smell, a sound...a sound! He turned to look towards the back room where their bed was located. He wasn’t sure what he’d heard at first until it came again, a low gasping or moaning sound. He stayed rigidly still for a while, not quite sure what to do or what to make of it. He realised he’d have to investigate and with a lump in his throat and an unsettling feeling inside of him, he forced his legs to start working and headed towards the sound of his wife’s moaning.

The door was pushed shut and his hand hesitated on the handle before something inside of him broke and he pushed it open steadily. What he saw was enough to make him feel as if he’d been punched in the stomach. His wife lay on the bed, naked. Her head thrown back in rapture as the man between her legs thrust into her forcefully. He too was naked and quite clearly a good deal larger than Rupert himself, in more ways than one. Rupert’s jaw dropped open as his mind fought to process the scene in front of him with neither of the participants as yet aware of his presence.

Em…Emeline? He stammered, and then more forcefully. Emeline? What are you doing?

It took at least three more thrusts before either of them looked at him. Emeline raised her head with glassy eyes, seeing him through her sex befuddled state.

R-Rupert! She managed, before her head dropped backwards once again as her lover pushed into her one last time and came inside of his wife. Rupert had no idea what to do but he couldn’t look away as his wife spasmed in response, her orgasm causing her to wrap her arms around this unidentified man that had taken his place in their marital bed. It was then that the anger welled up inside of him and his mind became vacant. Before he knew what he was doing he was pummelling his fists against this great brute of a man, screaming the one question at the forefront of his mind, WHY? WHY?

It was a mistake to launch himself into such an attack against a clearly superior opponent, one which he would have recognised under any other circumstances and avoided with a genuine purpose. His blows seemed to have little or no effect on this man as he turned to face the wimp of a husband that now assailed him. Still out of breath from his sexual exertion he raised his arm and slapped Rupert across the face, sending him sprawling to the floor. Rupert wiped the blood from his split lip and to his horror saw the still naked man bearing down upon him, his own wife’s juices still glistening on the intruder’s manhood.

You little bastard! The man growled as he took hold of Rupert’s coat and pulled him to his feet. Before Rupert could make any other move he felt the man’s balled up fist bury itself into his stomach, knocking the breath from his lungs and causing him to double over in pain. Sagging towards the floor he felt as though his world was coming apart.

You call yourself a man? You ain’t man enough for my Emmy. The man said. Rupert glanced upwards to find his wife kneeling on the bed, watching. She made no effort to cover herself, causing a brief moment of longing as he noticed her erect nipples still aroused from her lovemaking. He wasn’t sure at first but it seemed to him that a smile of satisfaction was slowly spreading across her face. Trying to get back to his feet he was immediately swung around by his attacker, his slim 5’ 2" frame dwarfed by the muscular body in front of him. The man’s hand grasped his coat and in one violent motion slapped him to the floor again.

Who are you? He screamed whilst still on all fours, a little too high pitched for his own liking. The man simply smiled at him before pulling his head up by the hair and slamming his fist into his jaw, knocking him to the floor again. This time he lost all sense of what was happening as he struggled to hold on to his consciousness.

I’m Emmy’s new man, Rupert heard the response as if it were at a distance, his mind trying to focus on the words. You ain’t no good for her. She needs a real man in her life, and that’s what she’s got now. In the background he could make out an exaggerated giggling sound, it took a moment to realise it was his wife.

He was only vaguely aware of being manhandled to his feet and pushed back out of the door and into the main living area. He kicked out randomly, desperately trying to extricate himself from his opponent's grip.

Stay still you little turd! The menace in this man’s voice was plain to hear, Or I’ll beat ya black an’ blue. He let go of Rupert for just a moment. Rupert thought he was free until he was kicked squarely in the belly. This time he was forced to vomit from the effects of the blow, leaving him bereft of energy to continue the fight. His assailant then slapped him on the back of the head, hard enough to daze him once more.

What d’ya want to do wiv ‘im Emmy? He heard the man asking his wife. That giggle again.

Throw him out Jacob, and make sure he doesn’t come back. I want a new life, with a real man. One that can take care of me properly.

Oh, I’ll do that Emmy. Don’t you worry. Rupert forced himself to his knees in time to see Jacob, as he now knew he was called, pulling on his breeches and shirt. We’re gonna take a little walk, you an’ me. If you wanna live you’d best stay quiet. Rupert looked imploringly at his Emeline as she flaunted herself in the doorway, seeking even the slightest glimmer of affection or compassion. He was met with none. He felt stunned by what was happening, so much so that he simply allowed Jacob to drag him to his feet and push him out of the door. His vice like grip a reminder of just how mismatched they were in every way that mattered.

The realisation that he was now being forced out of his own home by a complete stranger to him, but someone his wife had clearly been involved with for some time suddenly hit. A last ditch attempt to stop the events at hand rose up and he turned himself about to once again face his nemesis.

How dare you do this to… He was unable to finish the sentence as Jacob pushed him backwards down the stairs. His tumble ending with him lying at the bottom, his body bruised and battered. He’d barely recovered his senses when he was once again raised to his feet and maneuvered out of the door and into the street.

Shut up! Was all that Jacob said to him as he pulled him swiftly along besides him. Rupert was grateful that there were no witnesses to see him being forced along the street in such an indignant manner. It was all he could do to concentrate on not stumbling to the floor as he was forcefully dragged into a nearby alleyway. He tried to focus his mind and come up with a plan to tackle this violent brute of a man but found himself constantly interrupted by sudden changes of direction and the insistent pulling upon his arm.

Eventually they came to a stop; Rupert had long since lost his sense of direction and was quite uncertain as to where they were. He glanced around himself anxiously; acutely aware that he could be murdered this night and there was little he could do to protect himself.

Emmy’s no longer your wife, alright? You ever show yerself back at her place, I’ll kill yer. Jacob placed his hand around the back of Rupert’s neck and pulled him in close in order to emphasise his point. You’d best disappear if yer know what’s good for yer. She’s mine now and there’s nothing you can do, right? He scowled down at his victim. Rupert didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t believe that he’d been ejected from his own home in such a manner. He knew his marriage wasn’t a good one but he had no idea his wife would stoop to something like this. His lips quivered from fear and uncertainty, trying to understand what he would do now.

Did you ‘ear me? She’s mine, and if I ever sees you again I’ll kill yer, right? Rupert found himself nodding, eager to be away from this beast of a man despite having no clear idea of where he would go.

Right. Now fuck off! Letting go of Rupert’s neck, Jacob swung his other hand upwards and punched him in the stomach yet again. As Rupert sagged to his knees and retched, he heard the unmistakable sound of laughter coming from Jacob as he turned and walked away, leaving Rupert on all fours feeling forlorn and lost.

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It took Rupert several minutes to regain his strength; even then he simply slumped down onto the floor to wonder at how a man’s life can change so unexpectedly. Shaking his head he realised that there was nothing to be done, that he was unable to stand up to such a man and his life would simply have to continue without his Emeline. He found himself sobbing for a moment at his loss and the sheer frustration at being unable to see off another man. Not for the first time in his young life he cursed his own weakness and lack of masculinity.

With a monumental effort he forced himself to his feet. Peering around himself he wondered as to which direction he should start, realising that he had no idea of where he could go and little money in his pocket to afford lodgings. Deciding it was better to be moving than sitting idle he turned in the opposite direction to where Jacob had departed and slowly walked away. His usual sense of wariness at his immediate surroundings lost to him as he silently mulled over his predicament. He wandered aimlessly, taking random side streets and alleyways in his quest to find some direction to follow.

You’re a pretty boy, ain’t ya? The loud voice startled him out of his gloom as he looked up sharply. Looking about him he realised he’d wandered into a tiny back street with numerous clothes lines overhanging between oppressively close buildings on either side. The alley was strewn with assorted debris with the only light source coming from the rooms above them. His eyes finally settled on the two men leaning against the opposite wall. They were clearly ruffians, dressed in no more than rags to his eyes and with a predatory look to them. He froze in place, speculating as to whether he could escape the alley quickly enough to evade their attentions.

Those are pretty shoes you’ve got there. The shorter of the two commented, pushing himself away from the wall.

I likes ‘is coat myself. His friend offered, moving in the opposite direction to effectively block his escape.

I-I didn’t mean to...er...interrupt you, gentlemen. Rupert stuttered. I’ll just be going. He turned to find the shorter man already blocking his exit. He felt his insides turning to water as he knew he was now in a very alarming situation. With fear gripping his heart he breathed in sharply before turning to run. He travelled no more than a dozen feet before the taller of the two tackled him, dragging him to the floor. N-No! He squealed, fearing for his very life.

The unwashed stench of his attacker filled his nostrils as he was pinned to the floor by the sheer weight of the man, the second man almost instantly upon him too. As they turned him over his voice left him instantly as he saw the blade being waved threateningly in front of his face.

Now sweethear’, you’re going to give us all yer money an’ make no mistake, cos I’ll slit yer throat the moment yer makes a sound. Alrigh’? Rupert forced himself to nod his agreement, his eyes wide with fright. Pulling him to his feet they held him against the wall whilst they rifled his pockets. His only possessions being his grandfather’s cheap pocket watch and several coins. They seemed less than happy with their finds.

You got anything hidden in yer shoes? The taller man asked, pointing the knife at his belly.

No Sir, honestly. Th-That’s all I have. He desperately tried to think of something to assuage their annoyance. B-But, you can have my coat. You could sell it for some coin I’m sure. The two men exchanged a look before the shorter one shrugged.

Might as well I s’pose. He agreed, But if we’re taking yer coat to sell we might as well take all yer clothes I reckon. He chuckled. Might get a few more coins. His friend looked at him with surprise before joining him.

Yeah, get ‘em off and be quick about it.

Rupert was now in complete disbelief at what was happening to him. As if in a trance he undressed himself, piling his clothes in front of him as the two men watched with amusement. Once down to his undergarments he stopped to look at them, expecting his ordeal to be over.

And those. Shorty pointed to his remaining clothing. Rupert looked from one to another and knew that there was no avoiding this indignity. He reluctantly took the remainder off, immediately feeling a chill against his bare skin. He quickly covered his privates with his hands, feeling as vulnerable as ever a man could.

The men laughed at their prowess in stripping a man of everything, including the clothes upon his back. Snatching up the pile of clothing the taller of the two turned to leave. Shorty stepped closer, bringing the blade up to his throat.

Nice doing business wiv yer. Now you be a good boy and don’t make no fuss. With one final laugh at Rupert’s expense he joined his friend as they left him alone in the alley.

At first all that Rupert could feel was relief at his latest ordeal being over and that he still had his life. Looking about him he wondered if anyone had heard anything from the properties above, or if they would even care. He felt a slight shiver run through him, partly from the cool air but mostly from his shock at what had just befallen him. Not only had he no idea of where he was heading, but he now had the added problem of being entirely naked and completely penniless.

He felt desperate and alone. The only destination that came to mind was to his friend’s house across town that he still met on occasion for a social drink in one of the more sedate taverns in town. Inspiration struck and he looked up at the lines of drying laundry above him to see if he could acquire some temporary clothing. His eyes searched desperately for a way of obtaining that which

Reviews for Ten Years a Woman (A Transgendered Odyssey)

[ed · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I liked this book. It is a nice!y-written, entertaining story for those who enjoy this genre.