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Note, this is technically a Star Wars fan-fic but to avoid any legal
issues all characters are unnamed or their true identities are left vague
and unclear. It can be considered a prequel of sorts to Return of the
Jedi.
Unbecoming A Princess
I was torn up inside. The love of my life had been taken from me by the
most villainous crime lord in the galaxy. My friends and I were plotting
a way to break into the 'palace' and rescue him. My friend, a holy
knight of a long-dead order, felt that I should play a pivotal role in
rescuing him. I demanded no less anyway. However there were a few
complications. "What do you mean I have to become a man?"
"Not literally, but you'll have to act like one and think like one to
fool the crime lord. You'll be disguised as a mercenary who is offering
his services for hire. We've obtained the costume from the mercenary you
most resemble physically. However you'll need to learn how to walk and
talk just like him or the plan will fail and we'll never recover your
boyfriend."
"Why can't I just be myself?"
"There wasn't time to consult you while the others and I formulated the
plan last night."
"Great, this is just great. Why do I have to dress up like a guy? Can't
you dress up as a chick? I can do your make up for you."
"Sorry, but the plan is already in motion. You'll have to begin training
right away. If you don't do this then he'll die. His life is in your
hands."
"Swell, this is just swell." I went back to my room and took a nice long
shower. I didn't want to look like a guy, never mind act like one. I
was a woman, a princess no less. I liked making myself look beautiful.
I liked acting feminine and graceful. I loved wearing long sweeping
dresses and really skimpy lingerie. I could never consciously be
anything else, it wasn't who I was. I tried to make myself fell better
by shaving my armpits and legs slowly and carefully. Then I washed my
hair and took great care to condition it right and dry it properly too.
Then I rubbed my favourite moisturiser into my skin, applied some night
cream to my face and picked out a sheer night dress that laced up the
front with big red ribbons and I didn't bother with the matching thong
and went straight to bed to dream about my lost love.
I awoke to find myself in a strange bed. Gone were the soft and silky
bed sheets I loved and in their place were rough cotton ones and an itchy
wool blanket was playing merry havoc with my nipples. I was dressed
differently! Some one had changed my clothing while I was asleep! They
must have drugged me because I'd have felt someone even in the same room
as myself.
I went over to the wardrobe and opened it, inside there were loads of
guys clothing and it all seemed to be in my size! The door opened and a
butler walked in! I screamed but he ignored me.
"Good morning Sir. I trust Sir slept well. I've taken the liberty of
bringing Sir's manhood."
He handed me something that looked like a pair of knickers with a plastic
man's thing attached to the outside of it. "What the hell is this? I
can't wear this, I'm a woman."
"Sir is making some sort of jest. Perhaps Sir will let me know what the
joke is?"
"Never mind. I guess someone's put you up to this. I'll just play along
for now." I looked around for my make up. "Where's my stuff? How can I
go out without my face on?"
"I can assure Sir that Sir's face is on Sir's face where Sir always keeps
it."
I looked at myself in the small mirror. I looked like hell. "I need to
moisturise." I pulled the fancy undies on and relished their tight fit
on my hips; however they seemed to be squeezing my bum in too. I liked
my bum; it was the perfect size, now it was flatter and way less perky.
"Why can't I just wear a business suit, I'll even wear the trousers. I'm
not going to get dressed without doing my hair and face. At least give
me some lipstick and an eyeliner pencil. I can wear a veil and say I'm
someone else."
"Perhaps when Sir is finished sir can get dressed? Sir has a busy
training schedule today."
"Fine!" I threw a hissy fit and pulled the horrible clothes on. "This
totally sucks."
"When Sir is ready Sir can follow me."
"Stop all that Sir crap. I'm a princess; you will address me as such."
"I was not aware that Sir was a member of a royal family, what with Sir
being a mercenary."
"I'm not a man. I'm a chick, a lady, a wench, a harlot, a hussy, an in-y
not an out-y. I am not male, never have been, never will be. These hips
are made for child birthing."
"Sir's gender is not my concern. Sir is Sir and that's all I need to
know."
I threw my hands up in the air with frustration. "What is happening to
me?" The butler opened a door. "Sir's first training lesson."
I glared pure hate at the butler before going inside. "Why me?"
"Why not?"
I looked over to see a rather buff stud with huge arms and legs like tree
trunks. I almost forgot I was in love with my boyfriend for a moment.
"Who are you?"
"My name, is hardly important. You're here to learn to undo everything.
Think of me as a deprogrammer, or the most evil person you'll ever meet."
"I've met one guy who'd claim that title." I remembered him, tall, dark
and utterly psychotic. He tortured me for fun and tried to get me to
tell him all sorts of things about my family and friends so that he could
kill them and make me watch. I hated him, he disgusted me and he was the
father of my best friend too.
"He only tried to kill you. I'm going to break your femininity and
replace it with masculinity."
"Why me?"
"As I understand it there's a guy involved. There usually is with
painted little butterflies like you. It's sad and predictable and a bit
pathetic. I'd cry, I really would but I get paid more the less time it
takes to get the job done."
"Look, it's easy, I put on a suit, waltz in, say my piece and the job is
done."
"Oh you silly bitch, if it was that easy I wouldn't be here. Now stop
standing there looking like a bored spoiled princess. Stand with your
legs apart, I want space between your knees mister. Now pull your fat
arse in and stick that proud manhood out. Come on, you're mean and nasty
and you want all the guys to fear you because you're bigger then them and
you know it. Come on, I built that thing myself so I know it's big and
impressive. Work it guy, come one, own it, make it a part of you.
You're a warrior, a killer, a paid assassin. You're sleek and deadly and
so powerful in bed. Imagine sticking that thing into your boyfriend's
butt. Imagine him taking it all the way and you love giving it to him.
Rise him feller, yeah, imagine him squealing your name in delight. Make
him feel something deep and intimate inside of his body, make him know
what it feels like. Own his ass, yes, that's it guy, own his ass. Pound
his ass with your manhood, ride him, you like that don't you, you want to
give it to him."
As stupid as it seemed it did sound like a great idea. I did want him to
know exactly how I felt when he was inside of me. It would be perfect if
I could share that joy with him, if I could ride his ass the way he rode
mine. I liked it both ways truth be told, he could take it backdoor
style just like I took it. Yeah, I was getting turned on by these
thoughts of dominating him and penetrating him.
"Now we'll try some walking. Walk a few paces. No, no, no. Stop
swinging your hips you idiot, you're not a prostitute. You're a warrior,
you want to emphasise power and strength. Stop mincing! Stride with
confidence, follow your prick, let it point the way, it give you power.
Make men envy you, make them adore you, make them jealous because you're
so superior and confident. You must have supreme confidence in your
power and ability. Slam your feet into the ground like you're attack it.
Keep your arms down by your sides, only sway them forwards and backwards,
not side to side."
I stomped around the room, making sure to try and curb my natural
instincts to sway gracefully like a lady. It took time and eventually I
got tired and sat down. "I've had enough for now."
"Oh, are you fed up? Are you a quitter? Are you going to get your man
killed? I'm just wasting my time, you're a waste of time. You're a
good-for-nothing spoiled brat!"
I don't know why I hit him but I did and not a slap to the face but a
solid punch to his face. My hand exploded with pain but I tried not to
show it. "I'll say when I've had enough for today. You want to argue
with me? Huh? I'm pissed off and angry."
"Good, very good. We're making some progress at last. You feel strong
and confident? You should. I'm twice your size and that was an
excellent punch. Come on, let's have a beer and watch naked sweaty men
get covered in oil and wrestle."
We had a beer, it felt so vulgar drinking out of a can but I guess I had
to try and at least pretend to be in character. I learned to quaff,
which is like drinking but less of it goes in your mouth. By the third
beer I felt more relaxed and at ease with myself. That was when he
turned on the screen and it showed two naked men wrestling. "Look at
them, see their bums and think I want to stick my cock in there. See
their small tiny cocks and think mine is way bigger than his. Watch them
writhing together, imagine you're one of them, you have him in your arms
and you want to stick your huge cock into his ass and make him squeal
like a piglet. You want to own him, own them both. You're bigger and
tougher than them, you're a better man then they are, you're a hot stud
with a huge cock and you want to fuck your boyfriend's butt right now
with your cock. Say it."
"I so want to fuck his ass right now. I want to sit him on my cock and
take it all the way inside of his body. I want him to go up and down on
it and scream my name as I hump him."
"You're nasty. Have another beer. You want to hump either of those two
little bitches? Let them feel a real cocking their asses?"
"No thanks. It's my boyfriend's ass I want to have."
"That's cool. Nothing like building up a head of steam. Just make sure
you take it out on someone's ass soon though, you owe it to guys
everywhere to use that tool. Make them beg to have it in them and then
make them beg to make them scream your name. You're such a big and
confident guy, so butch and powerful and confident."
I nodded. "Maybe I will have one of them after all, maybe both of them."
"Spoken like a true guy. Your boyfriend need never know, and anyway this
is an essential part of your training. Which one do you want?"
"The tall one with the abs I want to rub my cock all over after I've had
it in his ass."
"He's all yours, champ, go nail that guy good and hard."
I had never felt so bold and powerful before. I knew I was stronger and
tougher than he was. My cock was bigger than his too and he just knew I
was going to shove it in his asshole. I made him suck it first, to get
it ready for him and then I pushed it slowly into him. He grunted but
willingly accepted my dominance over him. I was the alpha male and he
was my bitch. I began to pump away rhythmically. He started to whimper
like the man-pussy he was and it made me work him harder. I owed him, he
was mine to use as I pleased. I was more man than he could ever be, I
was powerful and confident and I felt just like a man. I pushed all the
way inside of him and made him scream as my cock played merry havoc with
his prostrate and then he shot his load on the floor, I'd made him cum
like the bitch he was. I'd make my boyfriend do the same after I rescued
him."
There was more training to come but it was just combat techniques,
weapons drills and language lessons. It came easy to me now that I was
focused and driven. I was completely at ease acting like a man now, hell
I wanted a real cock of my own down there now. I wouldn't miss make up
and dresses and crap like that anymore. I had my tits bound down tightly
and the faux-penis felt so perfect as I pulled on the body armour that
came with my role as a mercenary. I armed myself with a variety of
weapons and then once I pulled the helmet down over my head and face
there was nothing left but a man with a mission. The princess was gone;
there was only a male bounty hunter left.
Gender is irrelevant, there's much more to being a man than having a
penis attached to your body. It's all about confidence and strength and
will. I grabbed hold of my prisoner and stepped out of the transport. I
began the slow march across the desert to the palace where my boyfriend
was held captive.
They'd never guess my true identity, my own dead mother wouldn't
recognise me now, and I was the son she'd never had. Once things were
done here we could get back to our own little rebellion and then take
down the evil empire for good. Of course that was not before I'd shown
my bloke who now wore the trousers in our relationship.
Mckenna
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