Lucy rose from her bed with a bit of difficulty. She was not at all accustomed to the heavy weight that her enormous boobs presented her with; almost falling over as she stood up, before she finally found her centre of balance.
Her alarm clock was playing its tune with little regard for Lucy's sanity. While she had originally thought the melody it played to be rather pleasant; years of being shocked awake by it had ultimately made her hate it completely. Hindered slightly by her pendulous bosom, Lucy made her way over to it and turned it off; giving a sigh of relief as she was freed from its torturous sound.
She almost felt like beginning to put on her everyday clothes. Being woken up like this was too much of a routine to her, and she almost forgot what she was actually planning to do.
Shaking her head to get her mind out of its almost automatized response to waking up; Lucy made her way toward her desk, which the dictaphone was innocuously sat on, and placed her now considerable rump upon the chair in front of it.
As she began hearing the sounds of the rest of her family waking up throughout the house, Lucy picked up the dictaphone and grinned.
"Such a perfect, perfect dream... A shame I'll never get to relive such a life", she said to herself as she fiddled with the omnipotent dictaphone between her fingers; playing coy towards nobody in particular.
"Oh, wait!" Lucy smiled, as she began formulating the imminent change to reality in her mind. "That's actually not true at all...!"
She laid her finger on the 'record' button, held it down and spoke:
"My father is a count. Count MacMillan. Our family were one of the few noble families in America as they declared independence from Britain hundreds of years ago; and the only one of those families to side with the rebels. Because of that, the MacMillans were allowed to keep their noble titles as the only ones in all of the United States. Our family has kept its titles and lands all the way up to the present. I am the heiress to our family's fortune: the count's daughter, and I am pretty famous for the way I look!"
Lucy let go of the 'record'-button. There; that should do!
She barely even had a chance to get her bearings before it began seeming as though the room around her was shifting. The plain white walls hidden behind her many posters began shifting oddly, and had, after just a few seconds, turned into beautiful wooden panels displaying quite the expert craftmanship. Even the posters themselves began changing; becoming more symmetrical, and shifting upon the walls until they were arranged in a row so neat, even a perfectionist might have thought it too much. Finally, the posters, which had before just depicted a selection of goth models, turned into oil paintings; still depicting women that were very much to Lucy's tastes, but this time around they were more akin to renaissance paintings than simple photographs.
Every piece of furniture in Lucy's room shifted to varying degrees, as all of them turned into articles more befitting of a noblewoman. The frame of her bed turned from a simple, anonymous construction of wood into a true display of beautiful craftmanship; and the same happened to her desk, and even the chair she was sitting on.
Lucy even began feeling compelled to straighten up her posture. Memories of her learning how to behave like a noble began flooding into her mind; now existing side-by-side with the memories she still retained of the life she lived before using the dictaphone. Even memories of going through her exorbitant puberty began appearing in her mind.
It was all very surreal. The night before, Lucy had simply used the dictaphone to change her own body - a comparatively simple change. But now, she had changed her whole life! Why, she had even changed world history by adding actual nobility to the social structure of the United States.
Lucy sat trying to comprehend the magnitude of the change she had made as she heard someone knock on her door. She expected it to be one of her parents, or maybe her twin sister, Laura. But no; this time, it was...
"Miss? Your esteemed father wishes for you to come to the dining hall; breakfast is served!"
Who was that? At first, the voice was utterly foreign to Lucy; but the more she thought it over, the more her new memories were able to explain to her that it was the voice of the MacMillan family's butler, Stokesworth.
Though his demeanour was almost stereotypically British (as Lucy's father had always wanted an almost unrealistically British butler since before he even inherited the county), she knew the butler to be both skillful, loyal and kind.
It was strange knowing that she simultaneously had never met this man before and grown up under his supervison for her entire life.
Lucy decided not to ponder the deeper ramifications of changing her whole existance with a few simple sentences, and went to get dressed before she went down for breakfast.
Only, her wardrobe seemed to contain not a single article of clothing that would be a simple endeavour to toss on. It was all fine dresses and corsets; much like the clothing Lucy had liked to wear in her previous life. Al of the clothing even seemed to have deen tailored specifically for Lucy's ultra-feminine form; with an abundance of room in the chest area, and an almost criminally thin waistline. Luckily for her, she was rather adept at putting on these kinds of clothes - intricate as they were.
Lucy finished getting dressed and stepped out from her room.
And she almost wished she hadn't. Where she remembered a completely ordinary family home, suddenly there were very luxurious carpets upon luxurious floors with luxurious-looking walls to either side adorned with luxurious and expensive-looking paintings... And everything was so neatly arranged! Lucy was convinced that her dad had had absolutely nothing to do with the decor in these hallways. He'd never had the patience for those kinds of things; surely that wouldn't also have changed?
As she made her way to the dining hall, using the trip to try getting used to her new centre of balance, it became clear to Lucy that her family didn't really live in a house anymore. This was a mansion. A rather large and old mansion - probably from back before the independence war. Though Lucy had no conscious recollection of the layout of her family's home; her new memories of her new life managed to lead her through the large building's almost labyrinthian layout to the dining hall; in which her father, mother, and sister were already sat; each of them calmly eating. They all seemed to do their best to look dignified; even if nobody else was even in the room.
Lucy's father looked up and gave her a nod as she entered, before he returned to calmly eat his breakfast. Lucy was taken aback by how many different kinds of food were served on the table. She had to restrain herself from taking a bit of everything before she finally settled on having approximately the same as Laura had put on her plate, and sat down to eat.
The entire session was completely uneventful. What was up with her family? Lucy was bewildered at first; but finally remembered that, as nobles, the entire MacMillan family was expected to exercise complete dignity at all times. The United States was a full-on democracy after all, and bloodlines were, in principle, not supposed to have any bearing on one's social standing. The fact that this one family of nobles even existed was seen as an affront to what the nation stood for by some. One single, slight misstep by any one of the MacMillans, and the family's exclusive situation could be stripped from them. They had to behave at all times.
And that was about the most boring thing that Lucy could've imagined. She wanted to live the life of a true noble. With extravagance and opulence. Not this restrained... thing! Whatever it was.
As Lucy finished her breakfast, Stokesworth, the butler, entered the room and began motioning for Lucy and Laura to prepare for school; which they are, sadly, not exempt from, even in this reality. If she wants to change anything before the day is over; Lucy would have to do it now, and make for her room, where the dictaphone still remains.
On the other hand, though. Seeing what it's like going to school as a noble could be interesting in its own right. Decisions, decisions.
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