High society

You stare out of the window and sigh melancholic as you see the carriage approaching your house. Your luxurious, huge, and cold house. You feel just like a character out of a Jane Austen book, or at least from a movie adapted from one of those books. You were never into that kind of stuff. Stories about high society chicks in the Victorian era, all mopey and pouting because they have to marry some rich asshole while they wish for true love and freedom, were never really compelling for your male self. But now that you are stuck as one you can definitely relate a lot more.


It really does suck to not have any kind of voice and to be treated like little more than an object to be traded, but such was the life for women in Victorian England, for noble ones at least, and since movements for social progress for women are still a few years ahead of your current timeline, all you can do right now to try to get out of your predicament is to do your best with what you have.


That’s why you have decided to accept the duke’s proposal. He is an irritating stuck-up snob just like all the other noblemen you have met since you have woken up to your new life, and to top it off he’s even way older than you are, but if you accept his marriage proposal you are sure your mother will not turn down your request to visit the United States before your wedding. And once there… you don’t even know what you are going to do. The more you think about it, the more looking for Nikola Tesla and ask him help to return you to your time and body sounds preposterous. You don’t even remember where you have read that he was working on a time machine before he died, it was probably bullshit anyway. But that’s the closest thing you have to a plan right now, and you are getting more and more desperate.


Maybe being stuck as the only daughter of a rich English landlord is not all that bad, you could definitely have ended up a lot worse off in this age, but life as a noblewoman is no life for you. You hate to not be free to do anything, and to have all those bullshit rules to abide by, and most of all you hate being a girl! The mannerism, the uncomfortable clothes, the way people treat you. It’s just the worst! Maybe your plan is just a bunch of nonsense, but it’s the only hope you see for yourself right now, and you are not going to give up yet! There must be a way to get back home as yourself!