A Retelling of "Beauty and the Beast"

Tour, My Lady?

Beauty stormed off from the kitchen in her fairly expensive new clothes cursing herself for letting the maids dress her in something so uncomfortable. She enjoys being unclothed in her wolf form. Not cinched up in tight, bright dresses in her human form. It isn't all too comfortable trying to walk with your feet pinched by heeled shoes either.

Even with the Beast wanting to make relations with her she would retaliate until death. He threatened to kill her but first her father! How in the world could she forgive that? Maybe by some God-awful miracle, she would. But with the way he looked at her and the way he talked to her, Beauty was afraid he was becoming the type of man she didn't know she liked. Beauty wasn't human anymore and hasn't been since she was five. That doesn't mean she won't keep her human ingenuity!

Wanting nothing more than to take off her clothes she climbed the stairs up to the third floor in which her room was placed. Passing by many servants up the stairs. She noticed how many servants there were. Each one had their own distinct scent and personality. They were people just like her, but with paying jobs and not stuck in a mansion.

There must be at least 20 servants here or more! Beauty gawked to herself as she reached the top floor. When she got to her room she saw the butler, Clockworth, and some other servants tidying up her room.

Clockworth did a double take when he saw Beauty, "My goodness! Beauty, you look like a proper lady, but with a tan. How surprising to say that those clothes look quite nice on you."

"They might look good on me but they feel like I'm wearing some sort of torture contraption." Beauty stood by Clockworth and folded her arms over her bust. "A woman of my body shape can't necessarily fit comfortably in these clothes."

Clockworth simply nodded as the two watched the servants tidy up the room. As they were nearing the end of the tidying the woman curtsied and the men bowed to Beauty. She was struck with embarrassment. While living with Cloet, she would be the one doing the cleaning and the curtsying. Now that she lived in the mansion it was like she was the lady of the house.

"Why are you here, Beauty?" Clockworth inquired?

Beauty shifted in place, "These garments are rather uncomfortable. It took the maids a long time to put them on too."

"Unfortunately for you Beauty, you must wear them for most of the day. You will change them for lunch and dinner. At the moment I was instructed to give you a tour of the estate." Clockworth turned to look at Beauty.

She scowled but stepped to the side to let Clockworth give her the tour. Unhappy about not being able to change out of the God awful dress she was wearing.