In the light of the day and standing up, Stephanie could clearly see the new apparel she had been dressed in for the first time. What she saw did not make her any happier than the idea she had been abducted and dressed in clothes not her own while unconscious. Forcible abduction? Violation. Forcible apparel? Also a violation. Being dressed while unconscious? Violation again.
These horrible clothes? Yet another violation to layer on top of all the others. It did not matter that the clothes and the bedding were all weather appropriate. Stephanie was not supposed to be out in this weather to begin with! She was supposed to finally be enjoying alone time with her husband. A delayed celebration. As sports figures and people in the public eye, Stephanie and Le never got privacy. Their time together on the road while playing last season was stolen, to maintain the secrecy of their marriage. Their time during home games was also brief, what with games, practices, and team meetings. Not to mention the never-ending interviews with the press. As high energy annoying as Vanessa could sometimes be, at least she understood the situation, being in on the secret. Vanessa was a good friend, even if she sometimes had a hard time leaving behind media star. Vanessa was far more invested in that role than either Le or Stephanie were in being sports stars.
Being the center of media attention had a cost for Stephanie. Less so for Le, because he barely paid attention to it at all. His life was brand new every day, and one he never expected to have at all. For the couple and this was their first chance to have a real honeymoon, alone and away from everyone and everything. Stephanie had been doing and enjoying doing what she wanted to do: be naked with her husband. Her time to just be herself, away from all the fame and all the noise that went with it.
And now? She was abducted and forcibly dressed.
Stephanie studied her apparel. She had on knee-high leather boots. Above those was a white loose-fitting white cotton or linen garment, with circles of gathered fabric punctuating the length of her legs and lower abdomen. The gathered circlets seemed to serve no purpose other than making frilly waves of fabric.
Stephanie despised the garment on sight. Not only because she was put into it by someone else, but because she did not wear 'girly' things. She was a baseball player and wore sports gear. Off-season, she dressed for comfort. She wore underwear when there was a reason to but otherwise did not. She would never wear such a frilly useless undergarment.
Above the visual terror that was the strange leggings, Stephanie had on a waist-length double-buttoned leather jack. Taking the top few rows of buttons loose, she looked beneath the jacket. There she had on a woven fabric bodice to some sort of fancy dress. Beneath that was yet another shirt of some kind, with a high and filly collar. A layer cake of Victorian fashion that Stephanie had not seen in real life outside of doll clothes. Dolls she was given as a child and never played with.
Stephanie never identified as a 'Tomboy'. She thought gender-based roles were dumb from the moment she was old enough to understand them. She liked boys better than girls as a child, and she spent most of her time with them. The girls she got along with were like her. They played sports of some kind, were scientists when they grew up, or otherwise rejected the traditional female roles. It was acceptable to do in her world too. The moment her parents realized she was not a girly girl, they quit trying to make her into one. Her brother got all her dolls. Everyone was happy.
Stephanie patted her sides and then reached into the pockets of the jacket. There Stephanie found leather gloves, with designs stitched into the backs of them. It was her parents giving her dolls all over again. The clothing was all highly feminized, highly decorative, and not to Stephanie's taste in the slightest. As if whoever dressed her, likely the woman that abducted them -- though how she managed that was a mystery -- saw Stephanie's naked appearance and decided she needed to look like a full-on lady of means from centuries ago.
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Mother of Magic
FantasyOn an Earth not far away from this one, Stephanie Santiago is a professional baseball player. The best that there is. She can pitch, and hit like no other. She is a very self-assured young person, and she will not sign a long-term contract, nor wil...