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While I generally do not believe in posting warnings as to content, I've decided to make an exception in this case. The following story contains situations of an ADULT nature. Don't worry there are no sex scenes other than by implication. The following story also contains scenes which some people might consider disturbing. Those who archive stories freely may do so with this provided that nothing is substantively altered and credit is properly given. The Escape of the Prince By Bill Hart "Put these clothes on," said Aldrath, tossing his young companion a bundle of clothing. But as soon as young Prince Tarik unwrapped the bundle, he stared at the clothes and the dark long-haired wig that had been within it for several minutes. He then glared at his father's long time advisor. "I will not don any of these things, Aldrath. These are the clothes of some maiden," he snarled. "Not only must they belong to a girl, but they're obviously those of a simple peasant one at that." "But you must wear them, Prince Tarik. Otherwise all hope of escape may be lost," replied the advisor. "We are currently under siege. Your father, my King, has charged me with assisting your escape from those now within the palace grounds. I will do whatever I think necessary in order to help you escape from here unscathed." "I will not don the clothes of some maiden, Aldrath." He tossed the clothes and the long-haired wig onto his bed. "I would speak with my father about this matter. Where is he, Aldrath?" "I do not believe that is such a good idea, my Prince." Tarik stared at his father's advisor. "I said I would speak with my father, Aldrath. Although I've known you since I was a small boy, you are beginning to try my patience. Now tell me where I might find my father." Aldrath sighed. "If you insist; I would suggest that you look out the window into the courtyard." "What nonsense is that?" growled the prince. "I will only say this to you once more, Aldrath - I would speak with my father - now. If we are truly under siege as you claim there is no time to play foolish games or look out onto the courtyard." "Just look out the window, Prince Tarik," replied Aldrath. "Once you do, then you will see King Geslarc, your father. You will also know why I did not think it a good idea." The prince slowly walked over to the window and looked out into the courtyard. For several minutes, he just stood there staring and trembling. When he finally turned back toward Aldrath, his face had turned pale and ashen from a combination of fear and shock. "Who could have done this monstrous thing, Aldrath?" His voice trembled with a building rage. "Who would dare chop off my father's head and then leave it hanging on that pike for all to see?" "I'm afraid there are several who might have dared this deed, my Prince," said Aldrath calmly. "There are many in our land who dislike and fear your father, especially since your mother's sudden unexpected passing. "Rumors of civil unrest run rampant throughout the land. And there have also been several unsubstantiated rumors of an ancient immortal sorcerer of the old legends freely roaming the kingdom. Your father never gave the old myths nor the legends much credence - although I too find it difficult to believe in someone's immortality; no one lives forever, my Prince. "But this deed I fear is the work of your Uncle Sterak. He has always had his ambitions to rule this land; he has long sought and desired your father's throne, which is now yours by the right of your birth." "I will kill that scurrilous mangy cur!" swore Tarik. "And in so doing will I avenge my father's death." "But if you seek to avenge him this day, my Prince, it is not likely you will live to see your fifteenth birthday next week," warned Aldrath. "Did you see the empty pike standing beside the one with your father's head?" Prince Tarik nodded solemnly. "Your uncle has reserved that pike for your head. With his lies and ill-gained monies, Sterak has won over many friends in high places. It didn't take much; most of Sterak's new friends doubted your father's sanity. But should you go out into the courtyard to face them today, you will die. Should you remain here much longer, you will also die. And if I'm caught aiding you escape from your uncle, I will die with you - but I'm not important." "I cannot dress in a maiden's clothes. It is unmanly." "But you must, Tarik. You will soon be as dead as your father if your stubbornness in this matter persists," replied Aldrath. "I have it all planned. Together we shall easily escape as a mother and her young daughter. No one should be any the wiser until long after we have safely crossed the river." "But I still can't dress as a maiden," objected Tarik. "I will be punished again, if I do." "That is unacceptable nonsense, Tarik," replied Aldrath, becoming annoyed with the prince's intransigency. "If you don't wear these clothes now and flee, then who shall live to avenge your father?" Tarik stared at his father's advisor. "I suppose you must be right, Aldrath." He slowly shook his head. "But dressing as a maiden... it seems both cowardly and unmanly." He looked at the clothing spread out on his bed. "But if I don't do this... for my father's sake, then my uncle will go unpunished for his regicide." *** "I'm afraid we will not fool many people, Aldrath," said Prince Tarik, as he looked at himself in the mirror. He shook his head. "You might be able to pass as a woman if people are not overly attentive, but even with this wig I still look like me - only with longer than normal length hair. For once I wish I were more of my mother's child." "Do not worry about fooling people quite yet, Tarik." Aldrath quickly removed some odd-looking items from the small case he'd brought with him. With an ease and speed that made the Prince wonder what other secrets might be hidden in Aldrath's life, the advisor swiftly rubbed something onto his cheeks and brushed something else across his eyelids. And after that, he applied something to his lips from a strange looking silver-colored cylinder. Tarik had also wondered about the function of the strange undergarment Aldrath had supplied, while fumbling with it, as he'd put it on. It was obviously a maiden's undergarment of some sort, but on him it seemingly served no purpose, useful or otherwise. However, that had been before Aldrath had removed the twin pillowcases from the pillows on his bed, folded them in a rather haphazard manner, and finally inserted them between his chest and the odd undergarment. When Tarik looked down, after noticing the pillowcases hadn't simply fallen to the floor, he was astonished that he now appeared to have breasts. They weren't very big, but they definitely looked like the breasts of some young maiden. When Tarik's curious gaze returned to the mirror again, he was more surprised to see a young girl looking back at him. Aldrath had colored his cheeks, eyelids, and lips as if he were a girl. Quite inexplicably, he felt pleased that he might now fool a few people into thinking he was actually a girl. He wasn't gorgeous - he was still too much his father's son and could never be gorgeous - but he could almost think of himself as pretty. But as he continued appraising his feminine image reflected by the mirror, he began worrying anew about being punished by his father. The King would be furious seeing his son dressed this way, even if it were, as Aldrath claimed, merely a simple ploy meant to save his life. However, he reminded himself, his father was dead; who would punish him now? When he turned his attention back to Aldrath, Tarik was once again surprised. Whatever the advisor had done to him, he'd now done for himself as well. Aldrath now appeared to be a matronly woman with shoulder-length hair that, except for the few streaks of gray spread through it, was the same color as the wig he was now wearing. And Aldrath also now possessed a woman's full and rounded pair of breasts. "How?" asked Tarik, wondering what Aldrath might have found to stash in his strange woman's undergarment that gave him such a convincing set of woman's breasts. "They look so real." "How is not very important right now," replied Aldrath. "We must now think only of our immediate escape from here." "But Aldrath..." "There's no time for answering questions. We'll go out through the old secret passage that opens out into the countryside," replied Aldrath. "From now on you must call me nothing save Mother - I shall be Aldra to everyone else. You will now be called Rika, my daughter; you must answer to no other name. Now follow me, Rika; we have no more time to waste." The Prince looked at Aldrath. "Whatever you say, Mother," he replied. And then, the Prince followed the disguised advisor out the door of his room and down the hall to his father's quarters, where the secret passage lay hidden behind the fake rear wall of the fireplace. *** Tarik and Aldrath, still dressed as women and not wanting to attract any undue attention to themselves, walked casually along the river. They'd very easily slipped out through the secret passage without being detected at either end. No one had even bothered to challenge a woman and her young daughter as they'd made their way down to the river bank. And yet, even though they'd reached the river quickly enough, it hadn't been completely without incident. They'd encountered a young man, who had obviously had a little too much to drink. He must have believed that Tarik was really the young maiden he appeared to be. He had demanded of Aldra the services of her young daughter, as was his due as a man of his station. A stone - quickly retrieved from within Aldrath's bag of tricks - to the back of the young man's head had quickly ended that nonsense. Although the young man would have a hell of a headache when he woke, neither Tarik nor Aldrath believed he would report them - his swaggering manner had told them he'd never be able to tell anyone about being bested by a pair of women. But it still fueled their urgency to escape. "There's the bridge, Mother," said Tarik as he finally spied the span across the river. "It's about time, Rika," he panted. "All we'll need to do is cross over to the other side. We'll be safe once we're on the other side." "Then lets hurry along, Mother. I really don't want to be dressed in these maiden's clothes any longer than is absolutely necessary." "I think I understand what you mean, Rika," replied the advisor. "It takes time to adjust to wearing so many more clothes as women must always do." Tarik eyed his father's advisor curiously, but said nothing. As far as he was concerned, Aldrath could keep his secrets. After several additional minutes had passed, they cautiously approached the bridge. Four brawny soldiers, who calmly stood there blocking their path to safety, guarded the entrance to the span. But Aldrath and Tarik had no other alternative - in order to guarantee their complete escape from Sterak, they had to cross the river here and now. "Halt!" said one of the soldiers as Tarik and Aldrath approached the bridge. It made Tarik fell nervous and self-conscious when all four soldiers leered at him with an undisguisable lust shining from their eyes. Tarik quickly looked away from them. Their continual stares made him more and more self-conscious about being dressed as a maiden with each passing second. He said nothing in reply to the constant taunts from the soldiers, but his silence only seemed to encourage more of the same from them. "She must be a shy one," said one soldier. One of the others grinned. "The best kind, I'm told. I'm sure we'll be able to help her overcome it." "What do you have to say for yourself, beautiful?" asked the third soldier. Tarik's face turned beet red with embarrassment. But before the fourth soldier could add some new crude remark about it, Tarik heard someone else say in a loud and clear commanding voice, "You men will come to attention immediately!" None of the soldiers spoke another word, but Tarik heard them quickly snap to attention. Even if the man wasn't dressed like one, Tarik had never been happier to see an officer before. "Are you ladies all right?" asked the same voice, but this time far more gently. "This isn't a very good excuse, I know, but we rarely see women here. And even more rarely are they as attractive as you." Tarik felt his cheeks burn again. "Thank you very much for rescuing me and my daughter from your men, sir." "You're most welcome, madam. But they're his lordship's men, not mine." He smiled at both of them warmly. "These men still know better than to treat any woman as they were treating you. But as I've already poorly explained, women of beauty like yours are most uncommon in these parts." "Might we then continue on way across the bridge, sir?" asked Aldrath. "It keeps getting later and we are expected on the other side." "I'm afraid not, madam. My lord Fomulus would like to meet with you and your daughter first," replied the man. "I am his manservant Drifesk; it is by his order that I have come to fetch you." "But why would your master wish to see us?" Aldrath tried to sound surprised. "We are merely plain and simple people." "I afraid I don't know the answer to that question, madam," replied Drifesk. "I am only the master's servant; he sees little reason to confide in me." "Very well then - I guess if we must, then we must - lead us to your master, Drifesk. My young daughter Rika and I shall follow you." Drifesk smiled, pleased the women were being so cooperative. "Please follow me, ladies." He turned away from the bridge and began walking briskly in the direction of wherever Fomulus waited for them. "I think we're in big trouble, Mother," whispered Tarik. "Fomulus is a known womanizer and we've also been told women are scarce here." He took a quick look around the surrounding area. "Why don't we make a break for it, Mother?" "It's quite simple, Rika," whispered Aldrath back. "If we attempt to run now, we will be quickly stopped. Punishments, so I've heard, are often meted out swiftly here. As just an example, those soldiers guarding the bridge might be allowed to have their way with us." He paused long enough to make sure Drifesk wasn't listening to them. "I don't know about you, Rika, but I care not to imagine what might happen to either of us once they discovered we weren't truly women as we appear to be." "Oh," whispered Tarik softly. After walking for several minutes, Drifesk led them into a large hall. A man watched them enter, permitting them to nearly reach his chair before rising. "Greeting, my dear ladies," he smiled, as he stared in Prince Tarik's direction with an obvious intent written across his face. "I am Lord Fomulus, your host for this evening." "I am Aldra, a common woman, my Lord Fomulus," replied Aldrath with a curtsey. "And this is my young daughter Rika." He waited a moment for Tarik to also curtsey. "We greatly appreciate your proffered hospitality, Lord Fomulus, but we really must be on our way across the river. We have family expecting our arrival and we are already very late." "But I won't hear of you leaving now, ladies," said Fomulus. "Even if you were to leave from here immediately, by the time you crossed the river it would be dark. And once on the other side, there are many long and dark miles to travel before reaching the next hamlet." "But, my Lord Fomulus..." "There is no purpose in arguing with me on this, madam. You will be safer staying here for the night." "I'll bet," mumbled Tarik under his breath. "I would be thought a very poor host indeed, if I were to allow you to leave now, ladies." "But we wouldn't want to impose on you, Lord Fomulus." "Nonsense. It is no imposition at all, my good woman. It is rather only the most common of common senses." Fomulus grinned in Tarik's direction. "And besides, it is the very rarest of days when two beauties such as yourselves grace both my lands and my home." After clapping his hands twice, a pair of women servants - actually girls not too much older than Tarik - appeared. And even though Fomulus kissed in turn the hands of the two visiting ladies, his eyes never strayed far from Tarik. "We shall speak at greater length a little later on this evening, fairest Rika," he said, as he gazed deeply into the prince's eyes, before finally - much to Tarik's immense relief - letting loose his hand. Tarik shuddered as he realized Fomulus' interest in him was obviously growing very quickly. From the man's unsavory reputation, he knew that Fomulus' increasing interest in him boded a great deal of trouble for them. Unless he was very careful around him, Tarik was certain it wouldn't take Fomulus long to figure out their secret, especially if he became as insistent with him as he was wont to do with any girl he found interesting. But for now, Fomulus seemed satisfied just to stare lustily at Tarik. With an odd smile that Tarik found strangely disconcerting, Fomulus suddenly turned to the two girl servants. "Pirae. Kemah," he sharply addressed them. "You will take my guests to the rooms prepared for them. You will help them clean up from their travels - perhaps they might enjoy a refreshing bath. And afterwards, you will find them fresh clean clothes to wear." "Yes, my Lord Fomulus," replied Pirae and Kemah in practiced unison. Tarik turned quickly to Aldrath. "But Mother..." "Accompany the girls to your room, Rika," interrupted Aldrath. As he leaned over and gave him a motherly kiss on the cheek, he whispered in his ear, "Stay calm, Rika. Everything will be just fine." He then turned back to Fomulus. "If I might, my Lord Fomulus, may I have a word with you before I retire to my room?" *** Although he had no idea why, Tarik felt strangely out of sorts as he followed the two girl servants Pirae and Kemah. At Fomulus' order, both of the girls had accompanied him since Aldrath, in the guise of his mother Aldra, had been granted permission to stay behind and speak with Fomulus about something. Even though he appeared to be a woman, Tarik thought Aldrath should be reasonably safe alone with Fomulus. Having seen how Fomulus had continually leered at his more youthful form, Tarik considered the advisor obviously a little too old to be someone Fomulus might desire or show much, if any, interest in. On the other hand, Tarik hadn't really enjoyed that odious way Fomulus had kept leering at him one little bit. From all he'd heard of this man, the intent behind Fomulus' constant gaze had been far too obvious - the man wanted him in his bed. But what could he do about it? If he spoke out or objected too strenuously to his unwanted attentions, he might give away the fact that he and his "mother" weren't really female. If that happened, he was quite certain Fomulus would have no qualms about killing either of them or, far more simply, returning them to his uncle so he could kill them. Tarik decided his best course of action was hoping he and Aldrath could spend this one night here without causing or getting into any trouble. It wasn't likely, but he also hoped Fomulus wouldn't try living up to his unsavory reputation as a womanizer with him as the intended target. Tarik didn't want to consider anything Fomulus might want to try with him while thinking him a young maiden. As he entered the room - obviously, from its feminine decor, reserved for female visitors - Tarik was surprised by its large size; women, whether honored visitors or not, were generally never given rooms this large. He was also surprised that Pirae and Kemah had followed him inside. "Well?" asked Tarik. Both girls gave him puzzled expressions in return. Pirae finally spoke. "Our Lord Fomulus has ordered us to help you cleanup from your travels, my lady." "We're only here to help you, mistress," added Kemah. "First we shall help you bathe. Then we shall help you select a clean gown." "But I don't really need any help for those things," replied Tarik. Nor do I want to expose my secret to you, he added to himself. "But you must allow us to help you, mistress," said Kemah. "Lord Fomulus has so ordered it, my lady," said Pirae nervously. "If we should fail in what he's ordered us to do, he shall have no other alternative but to punish us, my lady." Both girls looked at him with sad doe eyes. How could he even have considered sending them away to be punished by someone like Fomulus? "All right, you may both stay and attend me." Tarik still felt very nervous and more than a little awkward about stripping in front of these young female servants. "But you must both swear to me that you will never reveal to anyone what I'm really like." Kemah stifled a giggle. "That will be no problem, mistress. Whatever it is about yourself you wish to keep hidden from others will never be learned from one of us, mistress." "As long as we might serve you as our master wishes, my lady, then all else shall be just between us, my lady." Pirae smiled at him. "All right," replied Tarik still not completely sure he could trust them. "As long as you clearly understood me, I suppose you may now help me prepare for my bath." Quite quickly, the servants undressed Tarik. Having steeled himself for twin blood-curdling screams once they'd removed his skirt and then those overly frilly female panties, Tarik was surprised when they'd just continued undressing him as if nothing were out of the ordinary. But having already been told about women being in short supply here, Tarik wondered how common it might be in this place to find a man wearing a woman's clothes. Even when Pirae and Kemah removed his blouse and that strange woman's undergarment, they'd still seemed at great ease with what he knew they must have seen. He had been almost certain both of them would react adversely when they removed that peculiar undergarment where Aldrath had folded and stashed the twin pillowcases between it and his chest making it appear he had two small breasts. But they hadn't reacted as he'd expected at all. Even when the pillowcases had fallen to the floor, they hadn't said a single word. They had simply continued preparing him for his bath as if nothing strange or unusual had happened. But suddenly, Tarik realized something wasn't as it should be. When he looked down at the floor, he didn't see either of the pillowcases, but then, he also hadn't seen either girl bend over to pick them up off the floor. What had happened to them? But just a brief moment later, as he absently lifted his hand to his chest, he suddenly realized that neither of the pillowcases had even fallen to the floor. To his great surprise, Tarik discovered he now possessed for real the small pair of young maiden's breasts he'd only been pretending to have. All of a sudden, his hand shot down to examine his crotch. And, just as when he discovered his new breasts, he quickly realized why neither girl had screamed when they'd removed the skirt and panties he'd been wearing. What he'd been assuming they would have found so frightening down there was no longer down there; his hand had instead found a woman's moist slit. Pirae and Kemah helped him bathe without further comment. As soon as they'd finished, they helped him select a clean gown of soft silk from among the several hanging in the room's closet. And when the girls began brushing the snarls and tangles out of his hair, he realized that the wig he'd been wearing had somehow also become his own hair. Once the girls were satisfied with their charge's hair, they applied makeup sparsely, but expertly, to his face and seemed exceptionally pleased with themselves once they had finished. "I think our master will be pleased with you, my lady," beamed Pirae. "As do I," grinned Kemah. "He will be quite pleased, mistress." Tarik stared at his reflection in the mirror as soon as the servant girls had left the room. He was totally stunned; what he was seeing was impossible. How could something like this have happened to him? He remembered looking more like a girl once Aldrath had finished with him, but now he appeared even more female than before. His bodily shape had quite noticeably become more rounded and feminine than it had ever been before. And even if his breasts might not be all that large, they were still most definitely female breasts. Given the low cut of the gown he now wore, he had clearly visible, although fortunately quite small, cleavage. And even worse, he could feel his new breasts rubbing against the fabric of the gown as they pushed out its bodice. What could have possibly happened that had caused him to be so transformed? How had it happened? Even more importantly, when had it had happened? But if he'd been somehow transformed to fit the maiden's role he'd been playing, had the same kind of transformation also affected Aldrath? They'd been disguised as a mother and her young daughter; were they now physically mother and daughter as well? *** As Tarik stared at his reflection in disbelief, there was suddenly a loud knocking on his door. "Who is it?" he answered quietly. Although no one acknowledged his question, the door suddenly swung open. As Tarik watched with surprise, Fomulus strode inside pulling an obviously frightened, considerably buxom, and quite attractive young woman behind him. "She'll be staying here with you for now," he grinned. "I sincerely hope you won't mind sharing your room with someone like her, Prince Tarik." Tarik stared back at him, obviously taken completely by surprise that Fomulus knew who he really was. The pretty girl Fomulus had brought with him quietly sat down on the foot of the large bed. Moments later, she just as quietly curled up into a fetal position. Tarik assumed the girl was suffering from some kind of shock - probably a direct result of something that asshole Fomulus had done to her. Fomulus smiled at his guest. "Is there something wrong, Prince Tarik? Or, given your current fair form and circumstances, would you rather I called you Princess Tarik from now on?" "How did you know who I was?" Fomulus smiled back. "I knew you were here as soon as you and your 'mother' first stepped foot onto my lands. Your disguises were even reasonably passable - not many would have ever recognized the son of Geslarc as the young and quite pretty maiden who arrived earlier." His smile grew wider. "I wonder what those guards at the bridge would say if they knew they'd been flirting with and lusting after a young boy earlier?" Fomulus looked over Tarik's altered form. "But I think this shape is much better. I suppose you've probably guessed that I've sent a messenger to your Uncle Sterak. Although I suspect he'll assume I've lost my mind once he's informed I've asked him for his lovely young niece's hand in marriage." Tarik stared at Fomulus, unwilling to believe anything of what he'd just heard. "How did you do this to me?" "Doing things like this to anyone is really quite simple when you know how, my dear." smirked Fomulus. "While we were in my audience hall earlier, I kissed the hands of my two lovely 'female' visitors. As I did, it was a very simple matter to alter your respective realities into perfect outward conformance with your former disguises." "But there's no way you could have done something like that," objected Tarik. "You've never been known as a sorcerer." "Many things can change in a long lifetime," he smiled. "But tell me, do you remember how beautiful your mother Jastira was? I've been thinking her only daughter should be just as beautiful. Don't you think so too, Princess?" As Fomulus absently passed one of his hands in Tarik's general direction, Tarik suddenly began feeling even stranger then he already was. He felt his small maidenly breasts begin swelling and his already thinned waist pulling in even thinner. He felt his newly long hair rapidly grow out several additional inches. And then he cringed as he felt every muscle and bone of his face begin a swift and, fortunately for him, painless rearrangement. "Now I certainly think that's a far superior look for you," smiled Fomulus, as Tarik looked up at him. "I'm sure you'll also appreciate the improvements I've made in your appearance, my sweet Princess." Tarik turned towards the mirror again and stared at his reflection in stunned disbelief. "Impossible," he muttered in a higher and more feminine tone of voice. Even if he didn't want to believe what his own eyes were showing him, Tarik's new appearance reminded him of the portrait - painted on her eighteenth birthday - of his mother Jastira. "What have you done to me, Fomulus?" he asked, surprised by the still softer and more feminine sound of his voice. "I've merely made you your mother's daughter," smiled Fomulus. "And now that you're of marrying age, you'll make me a fine wife." "I'm never going to marry you," snapped Tarik angrily. "Have it your own way, my Princess. I'm quite sure your Uncle Sterak will have a few, possibly interesting, ideas of his own once he sees how pretty you've become." Tarik gasped. The mere thought that his own uncle might possibly want to marry him or, even far worse, bed him was simply appalling. He felt as if he were going to puke. "I think I shall take my leave of you for the moment, Princess. You now have much with which you must adjust. And you also have much to consider before your uncle arrives." As Fomulus turned to leave, the frightened young girl he'd brought with him scrambled quickly from the bed and onto her feet. "Sit down, girl!" he commanded. "You'll be staying right here for now." "Yes, master. Whatever you wish, I will do," she replied quickly, but nervously. As she sat back down on the bed silently, she carefully watched Fomulus' every move like a hawk until he finally left the room. "What am I supposed to do with you?" asked Tarik. "I don't know, mistress," replied the girl sullenly. "The master said I was to stay here with you." Suddenly, the girl smiled, then slowly ran her tongue lightly across the top of her bottom lip. "I suppose we could make love for a few hours. If its pleasurable, it should make the time pass very quickly. I think you're really pretty." Tarik stared at the girl, then slowly shook his head. "Not right now, girl." But when he looked at the girl more closely, she strangely seemed quite familiar to him. He couldn't remember having met her before - she definitely wasn't one of those girls his father had kept throwing into his bed with him - but no man could have ever forgotten meeting someone who looked as good as she did. "What should I call you? It seems so insulting to simply call you 'girl' as Fomulus did." "But Fomulus is my lord and master. It is his right to call me whatever he desires," said the girl. "But, I do have my own name. If you wish, you may call me Aldrea instead." "Aldrea?" Tarik whispered, as he stared at the girl once again. Without knowing how he knew - there was really no way he could - he suddenly knew why this young girl Aldrea had seemed so familiar. "Aldrath?" he asked her. "Is that really you?" "Al...Dr...Ath," repeated the girl slowly. Suddenly, she seemed very confused. Even as she became aroused while her hands began gently caressed her breasts, she appeared as if she were trying to remember something important. "Aldrath," she repeated the name with more confidence. Suddenly, knowledgeable eyes flashed back at Tarik. "Don't really know... How long... Can't fight... Fomulus... Betrayal... I wasn't... You weren't..." Very obviously Aldrath was struggling to collect his thoughts and concentrate on whatever he was attempting to tell Tarik. But just as obviously, his father's former advisor seemed to be losing ground. "Your uncle... Marriage... King's daughter... Legitimize claim." Suddenly Aldrea's hand shot up to the side of her head. She paled momentarily, then shook her head. As she looked up into Tarik's eyes, a wide grin spread quickly across her face. "So, do you wanna fuck or not?" Tarik looked at Aldrea - she was now more Aldrea than Aldrath. But even if he could figure out what she'd been trying to tell him, could he really believe anything she'd said. Even though it appeared Aldrath had been struggling in a vain attempt to tell him something, Fomulus had still been the one that brought this girl to him. And if Fomulus had somewhere and somehow learned enough sorcery to re-make them physically into girls, as well as make Aldrath think and behave as if he really were one, then he certainly could make this girl say whatever he wanted him to hear. Tarik looked at Aldrea again. Regardless of anything else, she had still been transformed into a remarkably attractive girl. As he felt his attraction for her growing, Tarik leaned over and impulsively kissed her. Aldrea quickly responded. "What the hell," muttered Tarik, as he allowed himself to be pulled down onto the bed atop her. *** When Tarik, in his newly enhanced female form into which Fomulus had so easily ensorcelled him, awoke early the next morning, he felt Aldrea still lying closely beside him. Her head rested comfortably in the crook of his arm, even as her long slender arm stretched across his body just below his own now rather large female breasts. Tarik felt somewhat guilty about what he'd been doing most of the night with his father's former advisor, but she'd obviously enjoyed herself thoroughly. Even though it had been a little awkward at first, he had also enjoyed himself - in fact, he'd enjoyed being with her a great deal. As he finally opened his eyes, he saw Aldrea smiling at him. "Aldrath? Are you in there?" he asked her. A surge of intelligence glowed momentarily behind her eyes, but it faded quickly. "Aldrath?" he asked again, but there was no longer any trace of Aldrath in her eyes. "I love you, Tarik," she whispered sensually. "Do you love me?" Tarik was surprised by her admission of love. He didn't know what to say to her. But given her current state of mind, telling her what she wanted to hear would likely do less harm than telling her anything else. "Of course I love you, Aldrea." Aldrea smiled at him warmly. Tarik found he liked the way she smiled at him. Her simple smile made him feel tingly all over; her smile made his nipples stiffen. "And you'll always love me? Won't you, Tarik?" she asked. "Of course, I'll always love you." He moaned softly, as Aldrea lightly caressed one of his ample breasts. "Always and forever?" she asked. "No matter what?" "Always and forever," he replied. "No matter what." "Do you swear it, Tarik?" "On my very life, Aldrea. I swear I'll love you always and forever." Aldrea, obviously pleased with what he'd told her, smiled at him, then curled up close to him. Tarik loved pleasing Aldrea, since pleasing her made her smile and he enjoyed having her smile at him. Aldrea then softly kissed his lips. Tarik loved having her kiss him even more than he enjoyed seeing her smile. And even though he still felt somewhat guilty about what he and Aldrea had been doing with each other the previous evening, they were soon, with even far greater passions between them, back at it once again. *** Whether it was minutes, hours, or perhaps even days later Tarik neither knew nor cared. Just being with Aldrea simply made the passage of time seem totally irrelevant. But all of a sudden, the door of his room was once again flung open, waking Aldrea with a start. As Tarik looked up, he wasn't overly surprised at seeing the smirking Fomulus standing in the doorway. "Are you having fun, Princess?" he smugly asked Tarik. "And how about you, girl?" he asked Aldrea. "I'll bet your old life wasn't nearly as exciting or anywhere near as interesting as this one is proving to be." Aldrea stared blankly at her master. She clearly didn't understand what he was saying to her. "What did you do to Aldrath?" Fomulus began grinning. "So you think you've figured it all out, have you? It's a real shame you couldn't just ask her." His smirky grin continued growing wider. "Can you believe it? That old fool wanted to cut a deal with me to allow you both safely across the river." He shook his head slowly. "For such an intelligent man, that wasn't a very smart thing for him to do, you know. You're far more valuable to me right where you are, Princess. And your value will just continue increasing the longer you stay here with me." "But he doesn't remember who he is." "Don't be silly," replied Fomulus. "She very definitely remembers who she is." He turned to Aldrea. "Tell him who you are girl." "I am Aldrea, of course," she told Tarik, fear of her master showing clearly in her eyes. "See, I told you she knew who she was, Tarik," smirked Fomulus. "She is Aldrea now, just as she has always been. Aldrath was nothing more than a fool for whom I had no further use. Our pretty Aldrea may be a very foolish little girl most of the time, but she can certainly be quite useful, as I'm sure you'll agree." He smiled at Aldrea. "I think she'll be the perfect plaything for your Uncle Sterak, once he finally arrives to discuss our impending marriage plans." "I'm not about to marry someone like you," snapped Tarik. "So you said before, but of course you will marry me, Princess," replied Fomulus smugly. "Our wedding will serve to legitimize my claim to the throne recently left vacant by your late, if not overly lamented, father. Although I'm sure Sterak will eventually think of marriage to you himself once I've more suitably altered reality around you, my dear." "What the hell are you talking about, Fomulus?" asked Tarik nervously. "You can't make me do anything I don't want to do." "Oh, really?" Fomulus simply smiled at Tarik, before staring deeply into his eyes. "Tell me the names of your parents." Tarik gave him a look of bewilderment in return. "But you already know the names of my parents." "Then just humor me, my dear. Tell me their names anyway," replied Fomulus. "Just remember you can never lie to me! If you even try to speak falsely, Tarik, I'll know it immediately and you'll be quickly punished." Tarik wondered game what Fomulus might be up to now. But whatever it was, he was certain it would probably be something only of benefit to Fomulus. But he also knew it made no logical sense trying to lie to Fomulus about something he already knew. "My parents were King Geslarc and Queen Jastira." "Very good. That wasn't to difficult to answer, was it now?" said Fomulus. "I'll make this next one a little harder. Do you more closely resemble in appearance your father or your mother?" Tarik began laughing. It was another simple question for which Fomulus already knew the answer. Ever since he'd been a small boy, everyone had always told Tarik that he bore an uncanny resemblance to his father. But, as he was about to give Fomulus his answer, he suddenly recalled seeing his altered reflection in the mirror. "My mother, of course," he replied confidently, knowing he shouldn't lie to Fomulus. "How old are you?" "That's an even easier question," answered Tarik. Although he had fully intended to tell Fomulus he'd turn fifteen next week, his mind suddenly became focused on his reflection again. Still knowing he was unable to tell Fomulus a lie, he looked him squarely in the eye and replied, "For the rest of this week I'm eighteen, but next week I'll have my nineteenth birthday." Fomulus grinned again, before asking his next question. "Aside from those of us in this room, are you considered male or female?" Tarik knew he was undeniably male despite his current feminine appearance. But the way Fomulus had phrased his question required an answer, not of what he knew to be true, but of what others, outside this room, thought of him. Once again, his reflected image popped into his mind. Although he knew what everyone else thought about him was completely wrong, he still answered the question as truthfully as he could. "As you're well aware, Fomulus," he sneered, "Outside this room everyone considers me female." "An excellent answer," replied Fomulus. "I have just one remaining question... for now. What is your true name and by what title are others to address you as?" Tarik frowned at Fomulus. His thoughts suddenly turned fuzzy, drifting about haphazardly in his mind. Unlike his other questions, Tarik struggled to find his answers to these new ones asked by Fomulus. And yet, since nearly everyone else thought him a female, his title, as the King's son, was perfectly obvious. But his name... why was he suddenly having so much trouble remembering his own name? And then, all of a sudden, he smiled, having finally remembered the name his parents had given him. "As if you didn't already know, Fomulus... My name is Tarina ... And I am to be addressed as Princess Tarina." Fomulus smiled at Tarina - it had once again been so very easy. "We're finished... for now. But since you have answered all of my questions so truthfully, Tarina, you may now resume whatever it was you were doing with this girl before I entered the room." Fomulus turned to exit the room, but just before he left, he added, "But you shall continue to adjust, Princess Tarina." Tarina stared after him, wondering what Fomulus had really thought he was accomplishing. He'd said he would alter his reality, but that was an absolutely absurd notion, even for him. As far as Tarina could tell, nothing about him had changed in spite of that really strange behavior from Fomulus. After all, he was still himself; he hadn't changed a bit. He was still Princess Tarina, eighteen-year-old son of King Geslarc and Queen Jastira. He still looked exactly like his mother when she'd been a girl his age. And he was still trying to escape from the wicked uncle who'd killed his father. "Are you all right, Tarina?" asked Aldrea with concern. "Of course I am, Aldrea. I was just thinking." As Aldrea smiled at him again, his every other thought swiftly melted away. "The master said we could do what we'd been doing before he came." Her smile grew bolder. "Do you want to?" she asked hopefully. "I know I do." As Tarina looked back at her, he winked at her. "You know I always will, Aldrea." Pulling her to him, he kissed her eager lips. And then the two of them fell back onto his bed. *** When Tarina awoke, he was surprised Aldrea wasn't with him. Quickly realizing he missed having her with him, he wondered where she'd gone. Or had Fomulus come back while he was asleep and taken her somewhere? After standing up, he wandered over to the mirror. As he looked at himself, he couldn't keep from smiling. "You might be just another man, Princess Tarina, but you sure look like one hell of a gorgeous woman this morning." As he cupped one of his breasts, then gently caressed himself, he was suddenly glad he was over eighteen. If he'd had any of these kinds of thoughts he was currently thinking about himself when he'd still been a child, he would have definitely had a big time punishment coming his way. There was a knock on his door. After waiting for several moments to see if Fomulus would once again fling open his door, he answered simply, "Enter." But after his door slowly swung open, the smiling Pirae and Kemah entered his room. "How are you today, Princess Tarina?" "I'm just fine, Pirae," replied Tarina. "I can't remember when I ever felt better in my whole life." "Lord Fomulus has told us we must help you dress, Princess," said Kemah. Tarina looked puzzled. "Why?" he asked curiously. "Your Uncle Sterak has arrived," said Pirae. "And even now they're discussing your marriage to our Lord Fomulus." "Is he deaf or something? I told him last night I would never marry him," objected Tarina. "Our Lord Fomulus can be a very stubborn man, Princess," said Kemah. "Whenever he wants something, he usually gets it." "Even if she doesn't want him." "Some say he does business with demons, my lady." "And there are others who say he trucks with a most evil and immortal wizard, Princess." "But from what I've seen and heard of him so far, Princess, your Uncle Sterak also appears to be quite stubborn as well." "But I thought I heard him say something about marrying you himself." "Can he do that? That just doesn't sound right at all." Tarina sighed. "He can't. It isn't. And I'm not. I'm not about do something as incredibly stupid as marrying my Uncle Sterak." He shook his head with disgust, feeling his long hair swish across his back. Oh shit, swore the Princess to himself. Just what the hell is the matter with all these men? All of a sudden every one of them wants to marry me. With this exceptionally great body of mine, it is certainly understandable. But why would any of them even consider marrying another man? And then he had a few other worrisome thoughts. Where had they taken his Aldrea? And why? *** Tarina smiled at his image reflected by the mirror. The two servant girls Pirae and Kemah had done another marvelous job helping him get dressed. Although they'd encouraged him to dress conservatively for his uncle and their lord, he'd held out for one of the shorter skirts that would show off his long slender legs and the peasant blouse with the plunging neckline that revealed his bountiful cleavage. As he walked towards the room where his uncle and Fomulus were discussing wedding plans, he marveled at the fluidity with which his body now moved. Just walking made him feel really incredible now. His ass swaying back and forth, while his breasts jiggled up and down, made him feel extremely sexy. When he noticed a couple of the young male pages watching him while trying to pretend they weren't, he smiled. Young boys can be so silly sometimes he thought, forgetting for that one fleeting moment exactly who he really was. As he neared the door where the meeting was taking place, he heard raised voices coming from inside. Obviously his uncle and Fomulus were arguing about something. Although he should have known better, he wondered what they could be arguing about as he stopped to listen at the door. "And I'm telling you again Sterak, I'm going to marry your pretty niece Tarina." "So you've said again and again," snarled Sterak. "But as I've just as often told you, Fomulus, you will never marry my young niece. I won't allow it." "You won't allow it?" Fomulus began to laugh evilly. "Who said you had a choice in this matter, Sterak?" "I'm the King now; Tarina is my niece. With her father gone, I'm the one totally responsible for her. She'll marry whom I allow her to marry, when I allow her to marry. I can guarantee you this, Fomulus, the man she finally marries will never be you." Suddenly Sterak began smiling. "You know, I've just decided I'll marry Tarina myself. It's an absolutely brilliant idea. It will quiet those who think I'm not a worthy enough successor to my brother. With his daughter Princess Tarina as my beautiful queen, they will no longer be able to complain about me." "She will never marry you, Sterak," snarled Fomulus. "I'll see to that." "Is that some kind of threat, little man?" asked Sterak. "Let me remind you again that I'm the King now," smiled Sterak viciously. "I'll do whatever I want, whenever I want to do it. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about that." His smile widened. "Just keep on objecting, Fomulus. I've a vacant pike in my new courtyard - I thought I was saving it for someone, but I seem to have forgotten for whom - on which to hang your miserable head." "We'll see about that," muttered Fomulus. But Tarina had finally heard enough of their infantile and posturing crap. As she flung open the door and stormed inside, she shouted, "Would you two idiots quit arguing about who's going to marry me! I'm not about to marry either one of you imbecilic asinine assholes!" Both of them stared at him with great surprise; neither of them was used to being spoken to that way by anyone, especially some whelp of a girl. Tarina was both surprised and greatly relieved to see Aldrea sitting, even if uncomfortably, on his uncle's lap. However, the way his uncle kept tweaking his Aldrea's bared nipples was greatly annoying. Aldrea smiled at Tarina as soon as she saw him in the small hand mirror she clasped tightly in her hand. "Just what do you think you're doing, Tarina?" asked his uncle in annoyance. "Fomulus and I are here today deciding your future. You have no say in any of this." Tarina looked at his uncle. It had only been a few days since he'd last seen him, but somehow he looked different than he how he remembered him. All of a sudden, Tarina realized what was different now about his uncle. His thick and brushy full beard was gone. His face appeared to be as smooth as, if not even smoother, a newborn baby's bottom. His thinning short gray hair had also become shiny and lustrous shoulder-length locks blacker than the blackest coal he'd ever seen. Tarina turned and looked at Fomulus, who was sporting a wicked grin. Obviously, he must be changing reality again. And as he'd done with Aldrath, Fomulus was changing his uncle's reality to make Sterak young and female. And his uncle - or should he start considering him his aunt - was totally unaware he was being in any way altered. As Tarina returned his gaze to Sterak, he watched his uncle's waist thin noticeably, even as two small nubs appeared under his shirt. But the new twin nubs didn't stay small very long, his breasts swiftly swelling to a size even larger than Aldrea's. A couple of things could obviously be said about Fomulus - he was fairly consistent in the way he dealt with any males he considered troublesome. And he loved his women with exceptionally large boobs. "What are you staring at, Tarina?" snapped Sterak, as his voice cracked for a moment, before settling into a soft sexy soprano. As he stood up, he revealed one hell of a sultry feminine frame. And when he slid his hands onto his jutting hips, his already better than ample sized breasts just seemed that much more ample. "I don't want to have to ask you again, Tarina," he purred. "What are you staring at?" Tarina looked at the smirking Fomulus. "He doesn't even know he's been changed into a woman. Does he?" "Of course not, Princess. I'm not as stupid as some people think, you know," replied Fomulus. "It's just one of the bigger advantages of controlling reality. I mean, would you really like to be around a madman like your Uncle Sterak, when he finds out he now has a fabulous body that would make the finest examples of female pulchritude ever to grace Doxella's brothel seem more like adolescent boys than full grown women?" "I guess I can see your point, Fomulus," admitted Tarina. "But somehow, despite all his earlier bluster, I just can't picture him hurting anybody looking like such an incredible sexpot." "I'm still waiting for your answer," said Sterak, as he began tapping his more dainty toes on the floor. And even his newly slender arms were carefully folded beneath his large firm breasts. "I suppose we could see what would happen," smiled Fomulus. "It might even prove humorous." Suddenly, the buxom Sterak began to frown. He grabbed a handful of his silky black hair. "Oww!" he yelled as he yanked it. His eyes went wide with surprise, when his other hand settled on one of his large breasts. "What the hell is this?" he roared angrily, even though his voice still sounded incredibly sensual and sexy. As he absently began fondling himself, he stared questioningly at Fomulus. "What the hell have you done to me, Fomulus?" he whispered, as a low moan of pleasure escaped his lips. Fomulus merely smiled back at him. "So you've figured it all out for yourself already. I'm really surprised, Sterak. Everyone I've ever known has always told me you weren't overly bright." Unexpectedly, one of the guards from the bridge that had given Tarina such a hard time entered the room. He shook his head, obviously confused why he'd come here without being summoned by Fomulus. "What's the hell's he doing here?" asked Sterak, slowly shaking his head and suddenly wondering why the guard - even if he were kind of cute for a man - kept looking at him the way he was. "We aren't finished yet, Fomulus." "Actually, we are finished, my dear," he smiled wickedly at Sterak. "But for some strange reason, I seem to have forgotten your name. Would you mind terribly telling me your name once again, sweet cheeks?" Beside himself with rage, Sterak glared angrily at Fomulus. "You'll pay with your life for this vile indignity - I guarantee it - Fomulus. As sure as my name's Serrani, you'd better believe you'll pay for trying to make a fool of me." "I just might pay a great deal for something else you have to offer me, my dear." As Fomulus turned to the guard, he asked with a grin, "Have you finally remembered why you're here, young man?" After shaking his head, the guard quickly returned his lordship's smile. "Yes, my lord," he answered swiftly. "For my unit's excellent service to your lordship, you've most thoughtfully arranged with Madame Doxella our use of this whore Serrani for the rest of the week as a reward." "You've done what?" screamed Serrani. "You filthy and treacherous scum sucking pig!" swore Serrani at Fomulus in a manner that still sounded incredibly sultry and unbelievably sexy. "You don't need to worry about offending me, my dear Serrani," grinned Fomulus. "Although you really don't need to be very intelligent to be an exceptionally good whore, you know. I'm sure you would have found being too intelligent just got in the way of having all the fun you'll want to have from now on." Fomulus continued smiling, as Tarina gasped. As if Serrani had been suddenly struck on the head, his former uncle wobbled on her feet. As her hand shot to her forehead, even Tarina could see the intelligence behind the eyes of Serrani quickly fading. After letting her hand fall to her side, Serrani stared at the young soldier for a moment, before beginning to giggle like some lovesick adolescent girl. "I see it will also be necessary to loosen up that repressed little libido of yours several more notches." As Serrani continued staring at the soldier, her gaze suddenly turned hungry and her smile widened. "Is that an army surplus pickaxe in your pants, soldier boy?" she purred. "Or are you, just as you should be, simply overjoyed to see me?" The soldier stood - all he could do was stare at her - dumbfounded. "Never mind answering the question, soldier boy," she grinned, her hunger for him increasingly steadily. "Let's go find us some nice place where we can fuck for a while." Without waiting for a reply from her obviously shy young man, Serrani, once Tarina's uncle but now a classy, even if high-priced, strumpet, led the bewildered soldier away from the hall heading for who knew where. "You were absolutely right, Princess. That certainly was an awful lot of fun," grinned Fomulus. "I can't wait to do it again." Tarina glared at him. "Then you better go ahead and get it over with you lecherous old pervert. Becoming a wanton whore has never been high on the list of things I'd like to do with the rest of my life, but it would still be infinitely superior to the horrible life of being your wife." Fomulus was stunned by her vehemence. "But you must marry me, Tarina. How else, other than by marrying you, my beautiful Princess, could I ever claim the throne and become King." "You'd be a horrid King, Fomulus," stated Tarina. "Whenever people displeased you, you'd just change then into someone or something else that would please you." "That's so true, my dear," replied Fomulus wistfully. "But I suppose that's just going to be one of those little crosses in life I'll have to learn to bear. I'll just alter your reality again; I'll make you want to be my wife." "But you can't do that to her," came a small frightened voice from out of the blue. Fomulus quickly turned and scowled at Aldrea. "Of course I can, foolish little girl. I have the power. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want to do it," he snarled. "And, since my Tarina won't have any further need of you after we're married, I'll use you to prove my point to both of you." "Leave her alone, Fomulus," objected Tarina. "If you leave her alone, I'll marry you without any more objections." "It's too late to try getting on my good side now. You're going to marry me anyway, Princess." He turned back to Aldrea, who was still tightly clutching her small hand mirror. As Fomulus began grinning, Aldrea suddenly appeared to be little more than a frightened little girl. "Do you know what I think will be just perfect for you, girl? You should become Serrani's identical twin sister." "No!" screamed Tarina. "You can't do that to Aldrea!" Aldrea cringed as she heard Fomulus' plan. As she lifted her arms in an attempt to protect herself, Fomulus grinned wickedly at her less than futile gesture. Ever since he'd gained his new powers, he'd enjoyed toying with people this way. And this girl would quickly come to love the brand new life of a whore she was about to be given. But no sooner had Fomulus done whatever it was he'd been doing to alter reality, his wide smirking grin abruptly disappeared. "What! Something's gone wrong!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking. "What in the seven hells is going on here?" he asked, his voice having swiftly settled into a sultry soprano. As Aldrea and Tarina watched in surprised silence, Fomulus began to change. After he'd shrunk several inches, his waist had pulled in. Small twin nubs appeared under his shirt, which then quickly ballooned into full and firm, quite large, women's breasts. And finally his hair spurted out several inches as it turned coal black. Even as the newly transformed Fomulus stood before them slowly shaking his head in disbelief, they could see his intelligence behind the new girl's eyes rapidly waning, while being, quite obviously, replaced with far more lustful thoughts and desires. "Have either of you seen my twin sister?" she who had once been Fomulus asked, her voice reeking of sensuality and sexual desire. "We were sent here as the entertainment for a party in the soldiers' barracks," she grinned. "Who are you?" asked Tarina. The new girl simply giggled, while at the same time giving Tarina a puzzled look. "I'm Farenni, of course. I'm Serrani's identical twin sister - couldn't you tell?" She began giggling again. "My sister is supposed to be here already. Would you go find your master and tell him I've also arrived?" But before either of them could move, the door into the meeting hall swung open again. Another of those soldiers Tarina had encountered at the bridge entered, looking around confused. Farenni grinned as soon as she saw him. "I really hope they're all as cute as you here," she said, her grin widening. "But you know something, my pretty soldier boy, we don't really need to go find my sister right away." She smiled as she swayed sexily over to him. "I think you're really cute, you know. So why don't we go off somewhere alone where we can fuck for a couple of hours first?" Tarina and Aldrea could only stare in stunned silence as Farenni led a very surprised, although suddenly extremely cooperative, soldier from the room. "He wanted to make me over into someone else; he wanted me to be just like your Uncle Serrani," gasped Aldrea. "But whatever he did turned him into that girl Farenni instead. I'm really glad that happened to him and not to me." "But how did it happen at all?" "Maybe it was this." Aldrea dropped the remains of her hand mirror onto the nearby table. She'd been holding the small mirror in her hand like a shield when Fomulus had begun doing whatever it was he'd done. Its glass was now gone; the frame appeared partially melted. "I suppose this must have somehow reflected whatever he'd been intending for me back onto him." She looked towards the door where Farenni had left with the soldier. "I'm really glad I'm still me, Tarina," she shivered. "I guess that could have been what happened," replied Tarina. "It almost makes a sort of perfect sense. But, as glad as I am that you're still you, dear Aldrea, what are we going to do next?" "What do you mean?" "I think we're now stuck this way we are. How can we be changed back now that Fomulus has become Farenni?" "Changed back?" asked Aldrea sounding puzzled. "But we still have each other, Tarina." Aldrea smiled that smile at him. "I'll love you just as you are... forever and ever." Tarina smiled back at Aldrea. "I suppose you're right, Aldrea." At times like these, he loved how good Aldrea's smile made him feel. And maybe with my sweet Aldrea to keep me company, he thought, being this girl I've become, and most likely will be for the rest of my life, won't be so terrible and unbearable after all. "Why don't we return to your room, Tarina." She leaned over, kissing his lips with the same passion with which she'd always kissed him. "We have plenty of time to think about whatever we want to do with the rest of our lives, my love. But right now, I sense you're hurting and feeling a little down." Aldrea smiled at Tarina. "And I think I know the perfect way to make you feel all better right away." *** When Tarina next woke it was still dark outside. Once again, he was in his bed with Aldrea. After returning to his room, they'd indulged themselves for several hours. And after such an incredible passion filled evening, even Fomulus' unintentional alteration of his own reality, resulting in him becoming the incredibly lusty slut Farenni, seemed less than unimportant But this morning, very oddly, Tarina found himself tucked away into the crook of Aldrea's arm. Every other time he'd awakened with her, it had been Aldrea sleeping alongside him that way. His slender arm was also stretched out across her chest. And his fingers absently twiddled with the hair on Aldrea's hairy muscular chest. Abruptly, Tarina's fingers stopped moving. Maybe he was still asleep and dreaming; Aldrea couldn't have hair on her chest. He pinched himself; it hurt. He was awake - somehow it must be real. But what could have happened to Aldrea's large and lovely breasts? How was it possible that she'd suddenly come to have a man's muscular chest this morning? "I was wondering when you'd awaken, my love," said a deep baritone, very masculine, voice from beside him. "Let this room be now lit as if in daylight." In response to the command from the male voice, the room became as brightly lit as if the sun were shining overhead. As Tarina glanced over in the direction where Aldrea should be laying, he saw instead a handsome young man gazing back at him. "Who are you?" he asked the stranger, but very oddly, he neither felt as afraid nor as nervous as he thought he should. "I am Aldron, my love," he replied with a broad smile. "Where's my Aldrea?" asked Tarina. "What have you done with her?" "I've done nothing with her; in truth, I was Aldrea until just a few minutes ago," he replied, as he gently caressed Tarina's breasts exactly as Aldrea had done several times before. "But you couldn't have been, Aldrea," protested Tarina. "You're not even a girl; you're a young man." "With everything you've already seen, I find it truly fascinating you can still doubt me, my love?" He cleared his throat, his voice shifting upwards in pitch. "Have you already forgotten, my Princess? You told me you'd love me always and forever. No matter what," said the man using Aldrea's voice. "Didn't you mean what you told me, Tarina." Tarina stared at the man who now somehow possessed Aldrea's voice. "Aldrea?" he asked hesitantly. "Is that really you?" And yet, although he'd asked him the question honestly, he suddenly knew instinctively that the man in the bed beside him was actually she. "I'd prefer you call me Aldron now, my dear Princess," he replied, continuing his use of Aldrea's voice. "But tell me truthfully, my love." He gazed deep