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Fantasy Come Nightmare
I walked in my flat where I lived alone, I took off my fleece and
workboots and put them in the cupboard. I stepped into the bathroom
where I stripped out of my filthy work clothes and got in the shower.
I washed away all of the dust and muck I'd collected from a hard day on
the construction site before I got out the razor and shaved away the
hair from my legs, chest and armpits. This was a regular thing so it was
more like stubble than regular hair. I got out of the shower and gave my
face a close wet shave.
After drying myself off, I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked
into my bedroom, pulled out the makeup kit I kept hidden in the bottom
of a drawer and sat in front of my mirror. I proceeded to cover my face
in foundation, outlined my eyes with an eyeliner pencil, applied the
mixture of lilac and silver eyeshadows and used mascara to make my
eyelashes long and thick. I finished my makeup with a frosted, light
purple lipstick.
I looked at the finished product in the mirror. Not too bad considering
what I had to work with. I could never pass in public but it made me
feel suitably feminine enough in the privacy of my own home.
I pulled out the chest I kept under my bed. I opened it and lifted out
the lacey pink thong. I pulled it up my legs, savouring the feeling of
the soft material over my freshly shaven legs. I then pulled out the
mass of white material, which snapped into it's correct shape of a hoop
skirt crinoline. I pulled this up to my waist and tied off the
drawstring. I grabbed the white pumps with a 3 inch heel that I'd had to
buy from a specialist seller on ebay (I wouldn't find ladies shoes in my
size anywhere else) and slipped them on.
With the heels on, I minced over to my wardrobe and pulled out one of
the several garment bags and unzipped it. Inside was a full skirted,
strapless ball gown in a dusky pink with white. Satin roses decorated
the left hip where the skirt material gathered up, showing a secondary,
white skirt underneath.
I carefully pulled the dress over my head so that I didn't disturb my
makeup and laced up the back. I didn't have any fake breasts or bra, but
when laced up tightly enough (which I had gotten the knack of) the shape
of the bodice gave the distinct breast shape. I tied the laces off in a
big bow.
I swished over to the chest and bent down to it very femininely at the
knee. I grapped the pale pink, ribbon choker and put it around my neck
before grabbing the long, wavy, dark brown wig, carfully placing it on
my head before brushing out the few tangles. I gently placed the silver
crystal tiara on top of my head, feel the tightness of it's grip and
finally pulled out the white, satin, opera length gloves and used them
to cover my hands that were covered in scars from work. I swished over
to my mirror.
To anybody else, I probably looked like some kind of drag queen, but to
me I looked (and felt) like a princess. I sashayed my way to the
kitchen, poured myself a glass of red wine and collapsed on the sofa in
the living room.
This felt perfect. The feeling of the mass of material puffing out
around me, the feeling of soft silky hair brushing against my shoulders,
the feeling of the bodice tight around my chest and waist, the way the
gloves made my hands and arms look so delicate. Why couldn't I feel like
this all of the time? I took a sip of wine, smiling to myself when I saw
the lipstick stain I left on the glass. I was in heaven. I closed my
eyes, taking in the sensations I could feel across my body...
I awoke with a start. What was that boom noise?
I looked around. This wasn't my flat.
I knew this because I didn't have a four poster bed with silky curtains
surrounding it in my flat. I was now laid on one.
Something on my chest didn't feel right. Something pulling on it. I
grapped the bodice on the chest, expecting it to collapse from the
emptiness. It wasn't empty. Something fleshy was in there that was
attached to me. Something that was now a part of me. I pulled at the
front of the gown to reveal two full looking breasts.
"Oh my..." I started to say. My voice. It was so high, so feminine.
Almost squeaky. Was I a real girl?
I pulled at my wig. A sharp pain went through my scalp. These thick
locks of brown, wavy hair were no wig. I clambered out of the bed to
reveal the room I was now in.
Pink carpet decorated the floor, but the walls and the extremely high
ceiling were stone. There was no light fitting, only candles throughout.
The windows were huge and arch shaped. This looked like it belonged to a
medieval castle. There was a full length mirror in the corner. I ran
over to take a look.
Oh my.
I was what I'd always wanted to look like. A beautiful girl in a gorgeus
gown. My features were so delicate, my mannerisms so girlish. I looked
like the princess I'd always wished to be when I was dressed en femme. I
also looked to be a teenager.
But where the hell was I?
There was that boom again. And voices. Lots of angry voices.
The door to the room burst open and a young girl in a plain dress and
apron came running in.
"Oh Princess," she said distressed. "Princess, he has come. He has come
to take your father's kingdom" I had no idea what she was talking about.
"Who has come?" my soft, feminine voice asked.
"Lord Grandell" she said "He has killed your father and is now looking
for you, you must hide! Quickly, climb in your wardrobe" she said
pushing me into it. I climbed in and sat on the floor. Feeling the soft
satin all around me. I would be in heaven had I not just been told that
someone had killed my father to claim his kingdom.
Hold on! She called me Princess? Was I a real life princess? My head was
swimming with emotions. Where was I? Who was I? What had happened to my
flat? And what would happen to me now some invader had stormed my
castle.
I heard the bedroom door open again. I heard the girl.
"She's not here."
"I do believe you are lying," said a gruff deep voice. "Tell me where
she is and I won't kill you."
"She's not here," she repeated. Wow, this girl was devoted to me.
"Guard, slit her throat."
"NOOOOO," I screamed as I lept out of the closet. I wasn't letting her
die for me. Effectively a stranger.
"Ahh, Princess Sophia," the gruff voiced man said as he nodded to the
medieval looking soldier who had a knife to the girls throat. The
soldier slit it and let her drop to the floor, blood flowing all over
the floor.
"BUT I'M HERE! YOU HAD NO NEED TO KILL HER," I shrieked.
"But she didn't tell me where you were. That was my deal" he said
cockily.
"What do you want from me?" I said in tears.
"Isn't it obvious? I have took your fathers castle and his life. But I
have no legal right to his kingdom. If I marry you however, that changes
everything."
"What? I will NEVER marry you!"
"You have no choice in the matter. Guard, escort my betrothed to my
throne room. We have an engagement to announce."
The guard grabbed me by my waist and easily lifted me over his shoulder,
carrying me over the body of a girl I barely knew and to my new future.
So here I was. A bricklayer, turned to a princess and soon to be wife
and queen to a man I already hated.
My fantasy had become my nightmare.
Author's note:
A very short one, even by my standards, I know. Just letting you know
that I haven't given up on Chem-Tech's Legacy, I merely realised half
way through writing chapter three that I was making the same mistake as
I had with previous stories and was rushing through it, so I have
decided to take a step back from it and give myself chance to do it
properly. This was just a daft idea I had to keep my hand in writing.
Hopefully I'll have the next Chem-Tech chapter published in the next
couple of weeks.
Love Sophie xxx
Cheryl
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