Tea Party - Part 1 - Time Limits free porn video

"Unca Kev!" That was my niece, Marcy. At six years old her pronunciation was great, but she was milking her cuteness for all it was worth. To drive home the point she was mired in the depths of the princess phase her mother, my sister, claimed that all girls that age went through. She was wearing what looked like a Halloween costume with a little poofy pink nylon dress, T-shirt with a picture of standard Disney fare and a weird conical hat with a streamer coming out of the top. She ran through the door and grabbed hold of my right leg, almost making me spill my coffee. The woman behind her lugged a suitcase through the door and tossed it frustrated on the floor. "Thank God," she huffed. "Hey, sis," I muttered. "I thought you were just gonna leave her for the afternoon. What is she bringing, weights? Are we going to work out, kiddo?" "It's her tea party stuff," my sister Deanna grumbled. "And it's a big party. Marcy won't go anywhere without it. Enjoy." "You'll tea party with me, won't you, Unca Kev?" Marcy looked up at me with her big eyes, arms still holding my leg in a death grip. "Well... " "Also, tea party is a verb." Deanna straightened her blonde hair and her blouse over her curvaceous figure. "Is Tess ready? I've gotta be back home by the time Cal gets home. We've only got a few days before he has to fly back." "I dunno. She's been in the can with the door shut for an hour and a half," I said. "I think Cal needs to stop jetting around, poisoning the planet and spend some time with you and his daughter." Deanna sighed. "Between you and mom and dad I've heard that twelve times this week. It's only for another six months. And he's just a geologist. It's not like he's personally drilling the wells." "Daddy just finds the oil in the sand," Marcy said. Tess came whirling out of the bathroom, finally happy with her almost- but-not-quite punk hairdo. Her lithe, sexy body was a force of nature as she weaved around me and my leg parasite into the doorway. My sometimes- live-in girlfriend, Tess was great. An artist, she was pretty, uninhibited and liked the same kind of movies I did. What more a man could ask for, I had no idea. "Okay, I'm ready! You can give the sibling bickering a rest." She grabbed Deanna by the arm and shoved her toward the door. "Goodbye, baby," Tess waved. "It's girlie time!" "I don't know," Deanna said. "You'll answer all my stupid questions? I've never even been to an art gallery." "Ah, I'll let you in on a secret," Tess replied as she shut the door behind her. "Not even artists understand art. We just understand wanting stuff." As they stepped out into the building hallway to wait for the elevator I felt the death grip on my leg release. I turned around to see Marcy burrowing into the suitcase, tossing out various items, spoons, plastic saucers. "Okay kiddo," I sucked down a sip of coffee from my large travel mug. "What are we up to? Video games? Movies?" My optimism died when she rose bearing a toy sugar bowl in one hand and what looked like a shawl in the other. "Tea party!" I groaned. "Looks like it's girlie time for all of us." So about twenty minutes later I was sitting at our coffee table with a costume jewellery necklace around my neck and an old mood ring stuck on my finger, the idea that I wouldn't be able to get it off jostling around the back of my head. My niece was in the process of putting little plastic cookies on a plate. "Would you like some biscuits, Lady Tinkerbell?" she asked. I grimaced. I wasn't the type of guy to get bent outta shape by shots about my masculinity, but this was starting to push it. "Jeez, kiddo. Why do I have to be a Lady? Aren't there ever any guys at these things?" Marcy's face screwed up as she pulled a package wrapped in cloth out of the bag. "Ew, no. Boys are gross. They'd just mess everything up." She started to carefully unwrap the package covered in cloth, underneath was a piece of dull metal that was spiderwebbed with patina. "Looka this, Lady Tinkerbell. My daddy - I mean - the King brought this back from his journeys to far off lands. He just gave it to me this morning." She carefully pulled the cloth away to reveal a very old silver teapot. Several primitive-looking images were faded beyond recognition, little more than dull smudges. What looked like a worn inscription in what might have Chinese for all I knew ringed the lid. I was about to comment on how pretty it was when Marcy undid a latch and opened the lid. Instantly the room went dark as if someone had blacked out the windows. I started as a small flame began glowing from the spout of the teapot. A thin plume of garnet-red smoke licked off the flame, sparkling with gold around its edges. "Holy sh-" Were the only sounds that got out before a loud, androgynous voice filled the living room of the apartment. "CHILD. I AM BEREGEIST, LORD OF LORDS AMONG THE GREAT SPIRIT RACE KNOWN AS THE DJINN. I HAVE BEEN BOUND TO THIS VESSEL UNTIL ONE HUNDRED WISHES HAS BEEN OFFERED TO MORTALS. ONLY A SINGLE WISH REMAINS. IT IS YOURS TO MAKE. YOU HAVE UNTIL THE FLAME DIES OUT TO ACT." The flame began to flicker and dim. Now, we all think about what we might do in situations like this, only we're usually the ones making the wishes. You don't think too often about what you would do if another person you're with is getting the wish. Even rarer is the thought that the other person might be a six year old girl. I was still processing the idea that there might be real, actual wish-granting genies in the world when the idea that there ought to be some kind of age restriction on this kind of thing struck me. I could see the wheels turning over in Marcy's little brain, less encumbered by the years of experience in a world that didn't contain actual genies. I could tell that to her this was not only something that could happen, but hey-why-not, should happen to her. The words that she should take some time and maybe think this thing over and whatever she did to be frickin' careful were on their way from my brain to my lips when little Marcy piped up, beginning with a gasp. "Oh my God, I wish we-" "Marcy, wait!" I shouted, the strange metallic taste of panic filled my mouth as I jumped to my feet. "- really were princesses!" Stupid. Freaking. Kid. PAA-OOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFF!! The floor beneath my feet erupted with the same garnet smoke with gold sparkles that had come off the flame. Billows of it engulfed me, stinging my eyes and filling my nose with faint whiffs of jasmine and lavender. As the smoke caressed my skin I made the mistake of inhaling. I choked and coughed, trying to see in the smoke, the knowledge of exactly what Marcy had wished momentarily shoved aside by the thought that I was about to suffocate. I coughed again, waving my hand in front of my face. The soft smoke started to dissipate and I was aware of a really strange sensation as I coughed again. *Jiggle* Like everyone I've felt out of shape when flesh starts jiggling when running, but I had never felt it on my chest before, only on my gut. Well, that feeling was completely gone, but my chest felt weirdly soft and fleshy and jiggly. It continued as I coughed one final time. The words of Marcy's wish hit me instantly as the smoke cleared enough for me to see the hand in front of my face. It was slender and feminine. All the hair that had been visible before was gone, leaving nothing to distract from the fair, almost peachy skin. The clunky old ring had become a tiny circle of brilliant gold slipped delicately on my ring finger. The nails were decorated with swirls of red and gold, the same color as the smoke. A thin, girlish wrist led up a slender forearm which was partly obscured by a sleeve with small flounces at the elbow which swished as I moved. The dark-red sleeve was fitted tight to my thin, girlish arms. I followed them, part fascinated, part terrified and part enraged up to large, soft, puffy off-the- shoulder straps that were connected to the low neckline of a dress bodice. And, of course the neckline... Boobs. The neckline of the dress provided a glorious view of their fair skin. They rose and fell as I sucked in panicky breaths, becoming more round as they came up and less as they went back down. I noticed the (oh crap) cleavage between them narrowed to a furrow as they came up, pressing softly together. I saw the last of the thick smoke wafting out of that cleavage in a billowing plume. And...They were huge. My dainty hand went to my mouth as I gasped. The arm pushed the right breast upward, producing a weird sensation. I quickly moved the arm away and they bounced back into place with that same out-of-shape shameful sensation. My mind broke and I screamed a high, shrill, feminine scream. A loud EEEEEEKK! I stared down at the dress I was wearing. Off the shoulder, baring both shoulders and breasts. Like the smoke and everything else it was dark red with gold trim. Something, I couldn't tell what, was doing a heroic job of keeping my new boobs in place while allowing them to ripple and undulate gently with every tiny movement. I couldn't see much past them to the stomach, but the bodice felt incredibly tight against my curvy waist. Below that flared a huge shimmering silk taffeta skirt that was held out at least a meter in diameter by heavy virgin-white satin petticoats I could feel rubbing against my legs. It swished this way and that as I moved around, trying to see its edges. Volumous ruffles made it impossible to guess the actual size of the monstrosity, but it was big and it was heavy. I screamed again, and, glancing at Marcy (I got the impression of her wearing something similar, but smaller, of course) I tried to turn. My feet slipped and I fell against the wall in a puff of red silk and white satin. My boobs bounced nearly free of their cups and I felt a blush. Only the fact that my outstretched arm tightened the shoulders kept them in place. I managed to catch a glimpse of delicate red velvet heels strapped to my stockinged feet before the hem of the gown settled over them. I pushed fiercely against the wall to right myself and made my way in a careful panic down the hallway. I tried to use one hand to keep my balance on the wall and another to try to lift the skirt out of the way, but had could only get handfuls of the ruffles. I stumbled the last few steps into the bathroom, boobs bouncing furiously. It took me several tries to get the bathroom door closed with the hem of the gown getting caught in it. By the time I did the entire room was full of poofy gown and girly skin. I placed my tiny hands on the bathroom counter which I noticed seemed a lot higher than it had before and stared at the large bathroom mirror. "This is not happening!" I gasped, clasping my hands over my mouth with the shock of hearing a soft, girlish voice come out of my mouth. My forearms pushed my large breasts together with the motion. A petite girlie girl stared back at me. Her big green eyes, lined with soft violet makeup, fluttered with long eyelashes fanning the air in front of her babyish face, complete with tiny upturned nose and plush, pouting lips painted deep red. A big half-updo of thick, dark auburn hair dominated the rear of her head with some of it spilling down to her bare shoulders and back. At the front ringlets bounced against her round face and in amongst the dangling blushing pearl earrings she wore. A tight, basque-waisted bodice accentuated her hourglass figure with its waspish waist. She had a real vibe of Belle from Beauty and the Beast running through her. I got a good glimpse of the ample cleavage displayed by my pose at the counter and pulled back, trying to cover the boobs with my hands. Flesh spilled out around my fingers and I jerked my hands to my sides, chest once again bouncing back into place. I pried my eyes away and looked back at the mirror in despair. At most I was five foot eight, with the heels strapped to my feet. Maybe a hundred and fifteen pounds, not counting the huge ballgown and with my fair skin and babyish face I barely looked like an adult. My head pricked up and almost without thought my dainty hands dug at the skirt, trying to find the edge. I flopped down on the edge of the bathtub in a mess of petticoats and ruffles, I moved my hand through the satin of the petticoats, up the silk of the stockings I found latched to a garter belt, over the smooth hairless flesh of the long girly legs. Frantically I reached a pair of frilly panties and... "FUUUUUUH!" I wailed in despair. I really was a beautiful goddamn princess. I collapsed into the bathtub, the heavy gown flying up over top of me. I wiggled around a little, finding that the rear of the gown was held up by a pillow that I was now sitting on. As I fought my way out from beneath the ruffles my silken arms brushed over my boobs. I wailed again and lay there, breathing heavily, feeling the pendant brushing over the same parts. A beautiful fucking princess. I sat bolt upright in the tub, causing my earrings to jangle and ringlets of hair to fall over my eyes. The teapot! A small nag in the back of my mind knew what the spirit had said. Marcy had just used the last wish, but there had to be a way to get another. Maybe bargain with the spirit in the pot. There was no way I could stay like this! Before I attempted to get out of the tub I pulled up the skirt and petticoats, grasping the straps that held the red heels on my tiny feet. Trying to work around the breasts was impossible so I grit my teeth and bore the feeling of my tiny arms brushing over them, my knee pushing into one of my new nipples was too much and I had to twist around to pull of the shoes and cast them beside the toilet. I fought my way back to a sitting position on the edge of the tub, and looked around desperately for a way to undo the stupid giant skirt, but it was seamlessly attached to the bodice. There was no way I was going out there naked so I was going to have to put up with the gown. At least I could cover up a little. I stood up, feeling the pillow of the bustle settle over my rump. I grabbed one of the thick towels from the rack and wrapped it around my shoulders, clasping it over my big chest to hide my cleavage. POOOF! The towel burst into the same burgundy smoke that had engulfed me in the living room. The sudden panic that gripped me at the sight of the smoke was replaced by coughing that caused the embarrassing jiggling sensation all over again. The smaller amount of smoke dispersed with help from the bathroom fan and this time, when it cleared the princess in the mirror was clutching a matching translucent chiffon scarf over her breasts. Her mouth dropped open in shock as I attempted to comprehend this new layer of the weird curse that had ensnared me. "Because no princess is going to be caught wearing a towel with her dress," I heard a high girlish voice say. This wasn't just some kind of one-off spell! This was some kind of enchantment. It was stuck to me and had changed the scarf according to the original wish. And, it was using whatever ideas a six year old child had to decide what a real princess should be. Panicked again I jumped at a knock on the bathroom door. "Unca Kev?" I bristled at Marcy's voice. I flung open the door to see my niece standing there, looking a little more done up with an authentic version of the outfit she had been wearing, now coloured to look like a child's version of the ballgown I was wearing. She looked like she was about to cry. "I'm sorry, Unca Kev," she bawled. "It said I only had until the flame went out. I didn't think!" I wanted to scream at her, to call her all sorts of names, a stupid kid, but instead I pushed her aside and made my way as quickly as I could back down the hall. Being flatfooted made walking easier, but there was a flaw. Without heels the hems of the skirt and petticoats were now closer to the ground and I stumbled when they got caught under my feet. I had to choose between using my hands to lift up the hems or keep the scarf in place and the boobs stationary. I rose to the balls of my feet, using my right hand to gather the skirt and try to keep it out from under my feet and the left to hug the scarf to my soft chest. With the weight of the gown it was more effort than wearing the heels would be, but overall my balance was a lot better. I dropped to my knees at the spot where Marcy had dropped the teapot, my lower half completely immersed in satin, and scooped it up gingerly. I carefully placed the lid back on, refastened the catch and then pulled it all back off, desperate for the lights to go out again and the bright flame to appear. Nothing. I returned the lid and ripped it off again. The scarf fell from my shoulders to the carpet and my chest bounced with the motion. Nothing. I must have done it a dozen times, not really aware of the words coming out of my mouth or the tears that were starting to stream down my puffy cheeks. "Work! Get out here! Change me back!" I shouted in my feminine voice. "Change me BAAAAAACK!" I threw the pot aside and covered my eyes with my palms as I cried, my elbows pushing my breasts together. I didn't really care about the sensation at that point. I could hear Marcy getting up and coming back down the hallway. "You look really pretty, Unca Kev," Marcy said apologetically, as if that was supposed to make me feel better. I took my hands away from my eyes and found my fingers stained with the violet makeup. It disappeared in a whisper of smoke, wafting over and repainting my face. I sniffed through my tears, wiping my hands on the skirt. "Go to the bedroom, Marcy," I managed, my new feminine voice cracking. "I-" "Go!" When she retreated I struggled back to my feet, using one hand to keep my boobs from bouncing all over the place. "I can't live like this," I whined. I had just managed to get back to the balls of my feet and was casting a glance towards the railing of the balcony when a powerful knock pounded on the door. My heart fluttered in my chest and I found myself placing a dainty hand over my breasts. For a moment I refused to even think about answering the door in my present condition, but then the knock came even louder and a shout. "Is everything all right in there? You want me to call the building manager?" I ran my hand through the ringlets around my face, still expecting to find the short hair that was there only a few minutes ago. The last thing I needed was anyone barging into the apartment, seeing me like this and asking questions about the busty girl in the thousand dollar gown traipsing around the place. Gritting my perfect teeth I bent at the waist to retrieve the wisp of a scarf from the floor. The boobs clanged together as I wondered why it hadn't transformed back into a towel. Wrapping the scarf around my d?colletage I lifted the hems of my petticoats with both hands and wedged the gown into the small doorway. I had become so tiny that to peer through the peephole I had to lift myself onto my toes and press up against the door. The hand clasping the scarf sunk into the softness of my chest as I tried to make anything out through the bottom half of the peephole. Nothing. But the pounding came again. "I'm getting the manager!" I twisted open the deadbolt and timidly opened the door, peering around the jamb like a little girl. "I-" the man's voice broke as he caught a look at me in the ballgown. I could only imagine what was going through his head at the sight of some girl dressed up as a princess and holding a scarf to her chest so tightly that it clung to the outline of her breasts. "Is everything all right, miss?" Miss? His eyes glazed over as they went from the hem of my gown to the curve of my waist and the softness of my big boobs. Behind the middle- aged man was a middle-aged woman who crossed her arms and scoffed. I suddenly was acutely aware of the nothingness under my skirt and the weight of the heavy satin petticoats on top of it. A hot blush crept into my puffy babyish cheeks as I tried to find some words. "I-I-I was playing dress-up with my niece," I managed. "And... I saw a mouse." The man grasped the edge of the door with a large hairy hand and pushed it open a little. My heart leapt again as I tried to keep the door shut, comparing my girlish arm to his large, sinewy ones, all while looking as if I wasn't. "Oh, I could have a look for ya," he said with a leer through the nearly non-existent chiffon of my scarf. "Wouldn't be any trouble for such a pretty girl." My hand trembled with the knowledge that he could push his way past me at any time and my petite frame would offer no resistance at all. "Let's go, Tom," the woman said, rushing the man away. "She's fine." She offered a snide glance, also through the chiffon. "Nice tits, girlie. For God's sake, cover them up right." I slammed the door as they walked away, snapping the deadbolt into place and pressed my back, trembling against the door. The gown flared out my legs as I put my hands over my face again. This time there were no tears, but that look had really freaked me out. "Nice tits," I muttered, bristling. I never liked that word and now that they were staring me in the face I liked it even less. Tits were small and pointy. These were big and round and voluptuous. "Who was that, Unca Kev?" Marcy interrupted the thought from the bedroom. "Marcy! Please!" I snapped, the motion making me jiggle slightly. There was very little that didn't it seemed. There was no way I was going to get through this without some kind of help. Letting the scarf fall to the floor I lifted the skirt and walked briskly into the living room where my phone lay on the edge of the coffee table where we were having that cursed tea party. I bent at the waist and curled my painted fingers around the smooth black plastic of the case. POOF! Seriously? My hand was covered in smoke and when it cleared the clunky black phone had become a sleek metallic one, cased entirely in gold. I turned it over and found the insignia of the teapot with the flame etched in the gold. Four rubies had been placed in the corners and glinted as I turned the phone over. As far as I could tell the gold was real. It had to be worth a fortune! As long as it worked. I flicked the phone on, sitting daintily on our futon and wiggling until I got the bustle cushion out from under my rump to keep it from pulling the whole bodice down. I had it in my mind to call Tess or Deanna. But as soon as they heard my feminine voice they were just going to think I had some strange girl in the apartment. Which was not too far off. But I knew Tess, if she thought I was cheating on her she would never come home. Operating the phone with my longer nails was a tough at first, but after a few seconds I managed to type out a text. "Need help! Come home right now!" I bit my soft bottom lip as my painted thumb nail hovered over 'send'. After a second I finally pressed it and exhaled, brushing the thick ringlets out of my face. Immediately I started panicking. Did I really want them coming in and seeing me like this? The phone buzzed and I quickly flicked it on again. TESS: Who is this? I furrowed my brow. What? A second look at the names of the conversation on the phone caused my mouth to drop open. "CHLOE!" I shrieked. "My name is Chloe!" I grasped the phone tightly and clutched my hands to my temples. Not only had that wish taken my body, but now my name too? "I think Chloe's a pretty name," Marcy piped in from the bedroom. "Two girls in my class are named Chloe." I ignored her and flicked my phone on once again, noticing that the profile picture in the text conversation was a cute auburn haired girl taking a selfie in three-quarters profile. God, how girlie could you get? CHLOE: UR neighbor. Kevin needs help. Phone dead. I bit my lip again, waiting for a reply. I found myself absently fingering the neckline of the gown with my free hand, trying to adjust it around my breasts. Embarrassed, I plunged the hand into my lap, feeling the sudden pressure on my pelvis. TESS: Tell him OMW. I sank against the back of the futon and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling my breasts lower as I did so. I wondered how long I would have to be like this before I stopped noticing all the little motions that went along with this stupid girl's body. I placed the gold phone on the coffee table along with all of the remnants of Marcy's tea party and in doing so I noticed that I had put my wallet on the table beside the phone. I bit my bottom lip and reached out for it. I had to find something that confirmed that my male self still existed in some form. That I hadn't always been some girl named Chloe who like to dress up like a princess. Of course, I should have had some idea of what would happen when I picked up the leather wallet. POOF! I found myself holding a small garnet-red leather purse with a long gold chain. I grit my teeth and without stopping I opened the gold clasp and looked inside. There was no driver's license or any of the other ID I kept in my wallet inside the smooth satin interior, but there was something that looked like a passport. I pulled it out to find the same teapot insignia that had been on my phone and the words "Kingdom of Bereglast" and "Diplomatic" stamped in gold on the dark red cover. "Get a new color scheme," I found myself muttering while at the same time wondering if the wish had created an entire country for Marcy and I to be princesses of. I flipped the passport open and found a picture of the cute girl along with all of the personal data that went along with her. I ran a painted fingernail over the glossy page as I quietly read aloud the life of the girl I had become. "Van der Hoff, Chloe Elizabeth. Really? Birthplace: Bereglast Hold. Height: One hundred sixty seven centimeters. Weight: Fifty two kilograms. Christ, I'm tiny. Date of Birth... Seventeen! I'm freakin' seventeen!" Having just lost half of my life I dropped the passport back inside and continued looking through some of the contents of the purse, hoping to find something that had belonged to my former life. There was a gold makeup compact along with some burgundy lip stick, what looked like a weird black credit card and... I slammed the purse shut and threw it across the room under the TV. A tampon! There was a tampon inside the purse with the passport belonging to the girl I had become! I pulled my knees up onto the futon, tossing the skirt and petticoats up around my legs as if the purse really was a mouse that might crawl up my legs. For a moment I found myself concentrating on the empty feeling between my smooth, stockinged thighs. Did this mean that I was going to have...? Did it mean that I could get...? The first part of a wail escaped my lips before I clamped my hands over my mouth, afraid that more of the neighbors would hear and come poking around. I placed my left arm on the arm of the futon and pressed my face into the crook of the elbow, letting the sudden tears that were flowing absorb into the lace of the flounced sleeve. I bit my soft bottom lip to keep from screaming as I lay there sobbing, feeling my body pumping female hormones into my blood. "Unca Kev?" Marcy called from the bedroom. I sniffed. "Just stay in there, Marse. Your mom will be here soon." As the seconds ticked away my anxiety grew. Any minute Deanna and Tess were going to come through the door and see a strange sobbing girl on the futon. Could I handle the humiliation of admitting that the girl was me? That Marcy's wish had changed me into... Princess Chloe? Even the name was humiliating, not to mention the dress, the hair and the boobs. I gathered up the petticoats and struggled to get to my feet. Grabbing the scarf and the phone I returned to the bathroom, trembling. I rescued the velvet heels from the floor and placed them with all the accessories on the bathroom counter. Nudging the heavy door shut I took my seat on the edge of the bathtub. I made a furrow in the skirt between my legs and placed my hands in it, careful not to squeeze my chest with my upper arms. I bit my lower lip, stared at the clock on the wall and waited. It took twenty minutes before I could hear the apartment door opening. I inhaled sharply and held my breath for a moment at the sound of voices, letting it out in a trembling, feminine sigh. Marcy's raised voice, almost tearfully cut above the voices. "Mommy! Unca Kev and I are princesses!" A brief conversation took place that I couldn't make out and then: "He's in the bathroom." I swallowed. A second later the doorknob turned and Tess burst in. From the look on her face I could tell she was expecting to find my male self, maybe having indulged Marcy's dress-up a little too much and now unable to get a cheap toy ring off my finger or colouring out of my hair. When she saw a bathroom full of silk taffeta dress and satin petticoats encasing a trembling girl her mouth dropped open. "Holy sh-" was all she got out before I burst into tears. What followed was about an hour of Oh-my God's and I-can't-believe- this's interspersed with tears and answering questions only I could know the answer to. At the end of it we had gathering in the living room with a reasonable acceptance of what exactly was going on. I was standing - painfully aware that I now barely came up to my girlfriend's chin - in the middle of the room, now wearing a tiny pill-box hat with veil-like netting off to the side of my poofed up hair. Only a minute prior it had been a cheap baseball cap, turned into an example of how deep the enchantment ran. I raised my arms up to remove the hat as my sister opened her mouth. "This is incredible." "Your boobs are huge," Tess commented as the puffy shoulder cuffs raised up the bodice of the gown along with them. She seemed to be taking everything a lot better than the rest of us considering her boyfriend was now a freaking princess. "I know," I grumbled. "They run in our family," Deanna said. "I mean, they don't look unnatural," Tess continued. "Like fake stripper boobs or something. They're just... big. Hang on." Marcy was sitting on her mother's lap in her smaller gown, the last of a series of tears running down her cheeks. A fitful apology had been part of the hour-long cope-a-palooza. Now she was writing on a scrap of paper, Tess's idea to get at what exactly she meant by princesses when she had made the wish. "Here." Tess returned with a tape measure and before I could object she had it around my ribs as I pulled the hat off and then embarrassingly over top of my breasts, pinching my nipples. She tightened the tape a little, pushing the breasts together. I felt a flush come over me as she released me and jotted something down. In art school Tess had done a year in fashion before switching to painting, so at least she knew what she was doing. "We have G cups," she announced a moment later. "Hang on... double G." "Oh God." I buried my face in my hands, arms squishing the boobs together. "Well, it's partly because your frame is so small. Those would be maybe a double D on an average girl." "Can I talk to you?" Deanne motioned, taking Marcy off her lap and placing her in the chair as she stood up. She and Tess started towards the bedroom. "Yeah," I called after them. "I'll just be over here, boobin' it up!" I wiggled my torso to make the point, immediately regretting it. "Suck it up, princess," Tess called. "I'm sorry, Unca Kev," Marcy sniffed, not taking her eyes off her paper. While they were gone I stared at the ruby pendant hanging on the precipice of my cleavage, barely saved from falling into the gently sloping furrow by its gold chain. I felt my lips curl back in a strange mix of curiosity and revulsion. I wiggled a little again experimentally. Double G! "Okay, no more boob talk," Deanna said as she and Tess came back into the room. Tess was walking over to the TV and before I could stop her she had snatched up the purse by its gold chain. "What's this?" "No!" I cried, but she already had the purse open. Her eyes widened and I knew she had found the tampon, thankfully she didn't say anything. She pulled out the passport and flipped it open. "Van der Hoff? Sounds Dutch. Chloe?" A titter broke in her voice. "Your name is Chloe?" I groaned. "Tess," Deanna warned. "Okay, okay. Why have I never heard of this Kingdom of Bereglast? Sounds pretty made up." "I think it's new," I said. "Like, brand new." "So, it turned you into a girlie girl, dressed you up and created an entire kingdom out of nothing?" Tess said. "Are there - like - people there do you think? Hang on." "A princess needs a kingdom," I muttered. "Oh my God," Tess laughed as she flipped through her phone. "Here it is. Bereglast comma Kingdom of. Bereglast is a small group of islands off the East coast of Nova Scotia, Canada. See Geography of Bereglast... yada yada yada. One of the few remaining true monarchies in the modern world Bereglast is widely known - yeah right - for its devotion to a Victorian-like lifestyle, a holdover from its refusal to join the Dominion of Canada during its confederation in 1867. At the time Bereglast was a British colony which would have been assimilated into the Province of Nova Scotia... Holy crap. There's pages of stuff here. A sub-section of the British-North America Act allowed the colony to secede and become its own Kingdom. This is so trippy." "I'm glad you're enjoying it," I said, working around my breasts to brush some of my auburn hair out of my face. "I'm finished, mommy," Marcy said, handing the paper to Deanna who took a look at it and blanched. "What does it say?" I asked, trying to straighten my skirts. "Are you sure you want to know?" "I want to know exactly what I got turned in to!" My voice raised into a feminine shout. Deanna cleared her throat. "A princess is a beautiful girl. She wears pretty dresses and goes to a lot of fancy parties where she will meet a handsome prince to marry." She put the paper down quietly. "I had to correct for Marcy's spelling." My jaw dropped open. "There is no way that is happening!" I lifted the skirt and made for the bathroom, intent on locking myself in for another emotional breakdown, but Tess grasped me by the elbow, wheeling me around. "Kevin-" "No way!" I screamed, stomping my foot in a girlish display that made my boobs bounce. Tess backed off and I took the familiar steps of marching into the bathroom and plopping down on the tub in a huff. I grabbed a tissue from the box on the back of the toilet as I felt the tears well up. POOF! I found myself holding an embroidered silk handkerchief the same colour as my gown. The initials C.E.V. stood out in gold stitching underneath the symbol of the teapot. I growled and threw the cursed thing across the room. Tears came once again as I stared down at my female form. Married? There was no way that was going to happen, but... I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of the heavy gown pressing against the frilly panties and what lay beneath. I had a girl's body, did I have a girl's sexuality? I found myself blushing even thinking about it, but I had to find out. I imagined what it would be like if that weight was a person. I gulped. A man. I wiggled a little, trying to get the weight of the gown to brush over a sensitive spot, but wary of the rustling of the skirt. I knew what was going on down there even if I couldn't admit it. I had the thought and the motion and... I blinked. Nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief. The motion felt kind of nice, but the thought of a man did nothing to add to it. I had a girl's body, but I was definitely not a girl when it came to men... At least, not a typical girl. I bit my lip, wondering if what I was about to try would be heard by anyone just on the other side of the bathroom door. In the end I decided that after what I had gone through they could cut me a little slack. I kept the motion going, this time imagining that another girl was the cause of the weight, her soft naked skin sliding back and forth over mine. "Oh." A strange feeling under the smooth petticoats caused me to gasp. I stopped for a moment. It was strange, but felt kind of... nice. I could feel the petite nipples of my big boobs stiffen and I ran a hand over top of the taffeta of the right cup, feeling my fingers sink into the soft silk and fatty flesh. I tried to imagine that other girl's hand was caressing my nubile breast. I felt thick hair brush against my bare back and ringlets fell gently against my ears. A weird warmth started to spread under the gown as a jolt of sensation ran up my breast. A knock on the door caused me to freeze instantly. I swallowed and realized that I had to stop. "Deanna's taking Marcy home," Tess called. "She's really upset." "That's too bad!" I shouted, maybe a bit louder than I meant to. I looked into the mirror at the girl dressed in the hyper-feminine garnet gown, back arched, hand grasping her breast, face flushed and painted mouth opened in a mix of confusion, disbelief and the beginning of arousal. It was humiliating knowing that girl was me, but at least I knew. "I..." I whispered. "Am a total lez." I sat quietly on the edge of the tub while the arousal subsided, waiting for the sound of the apartment door to close and thinking that I had maybe I should say something to Marcy before Deanna took her home, but the truth was that I couldn't even think about looking her in the eye. Just thinking about her brought back all of the rage at being trapped in this body. Noticing the shoes alongside the scarf and phone I had left on the bathroom counter during my last lock-in I grabbed them and embarked on the process of raising the petticoats. The shoes were a pain, but my slender legs were getting tired of carrying the weight of the gown. At least the heels would provide some support. And I would likely have to learn how to balance in them sooner or later. Princesses don't wear sneakers. The heels clicked on the bathroom floor as I heard the door close and wobbled my way timidly out into the hall. How long could I stay out of the bathroom this time? I wrapped the scarf around my chest. Using the only anti-bouncing technique I had available I clutched it to my soft chest with one hand and with the other keeping the petticoats out from under the heels. Though they were hell on the carpet the shoes did make it easier to keep my hems off the floor. "Are you okay?" Tess asked, looking up from the laptop she had perched on the arm of the futon. I fingered one of the ruffles of the skirt nervously and felt a flush as I looked at Tess's breasts outlined by her T-shirt. The arousal hadn't gone completely away yet. "I... do not like men," I managed. "Congratulations." She crossed her legs and turned her body towards me. I bit my lips, noticing her smooth legs. "I don't think the wish can change your brain," she said. "Otherwise you'd be that girl in the passport. You would have been a girl your whole life, you would remember growing up a girl and you'd act like one." "How can you be so calm about this? Doesn't it bother you?" Tess's face became serious. "I'm trying to keep it together so you don't completely freak out, okay? What else am I supposed to do?" I sighed. "Come here and look what I found," Tess said. I wobbled over and set myself down on the futon, maneuvering the bustle carefully into place. "'The chief industries of Bereglast are: Artisanal textile making, mining of precious metals, and tourism. The latter brings tourists from all over the world to observe the Victorian-like architecture and dress.'" Here the article was accompanied by a photo of an Asian couple taking a picture with a man in britches. In the background a woman wearing a much more understated dress posed with a parasol. "So, I'm like some Victorian-Amish princess?" "Wait. 'The Bereglastian Royal Family is also a popular draw with the King, Queen and especially its Princesses enjoying pockets of devotion all over the world.'" Tess clicked on a link at the bottom of the paragraph and a new page popped up. My mouth fell open for what seemed like the millionth time. "Chloe's Devotees." Plastered all over the webpage were pictures of me - the princess me - in various elaborate gowns at all kinds of formals and in the cobblestone streets of the foreign city where apparently I had been born, surrounded by guards wearing costumes. There were even a couple, taken from a distance, of me at the beach wearing a one piece bathing suit that looked like a feminine version of an old timey sailor suit with a small skirt to cover my smooth upper thighs. Tess cleared her throat. "Message board: 'O-M-G Princess Chloe is soooo pretty. I wanna look just like her.' Listen to this. 'One more month and she's legal fellas! Time to book your flights! Get under that dress! God, when she bites her lip like that I want to do things to her.'" "That's enough!" "Relax. I doubt you'll ever run in to him. And you have been biting your lip a lot. You're doing it right now. Want to see the pages with your head on a porn star's body?" I stood up quickly, skirt spilling all around my legs and my breasts heaving. "Why are you doing this?" "Just... listen okay. And think. The wish couldn't change your brain, right? You still think of yourself as a guy." "I am a guy!" "Your double G's tell me different. It couldn't make you think like a princess and yet it caused a whole load of people to post these comments? It made people go half way around the world to take pictures? Do you think these people on this message board even exist? Do the tourists? Do the citizens of Bereglast? Maybe they're just robots." "This is what you're fixating on? I have a vag!" I clamped my hand over my mouth. It was the first time my brain had acknowledged what was going on under my petticoats. Tess frowned. "Congratulations. The wish made an entire story for you. The story of a princess that was built out of Marcy's understanding of what a princess is." She turned the laptop and read. "'You can tell that Chloe doesn't buy into all that chauvinistic crap. You can tell she wants to do her own thing.'" She clicked back to the main page. "'Criticisms: The Kingdom of Bereglast has been criticized for its adherence to outdated Victorian mores including a strictly enforced class system and lack of rights for women.'" I felt my brow furrow. "I'll bring it all together for you. Why are you here and not there? I don't think the wish would have any problem transporting you to Bereglast. The wish knew it couldn't change your brain; that you were still going to act all boyish. So it got a little lazy. It killed two birds with one stone. It left you here and made this story. What do tomboy princesses do when they're expected to be all girly by the expectations of a chauvinistic society? Have you never watched one of these movies? They run away." "Okay..." "That's why you're here with your passport. And, if the people of Bereglast aren't actual people, they're just sort of animatronics in this story, what are they going to do? Something tells me that you've got an evil step something-or-other back there who's going to come looking for you." "You're crazy," I scoffed in a gesture that was a little haughtier than I intended. "I'm an artist. I know a little something about lazy writers. But, if you don't want to believe me, princess, don't come crying to me when some old lady comes by offering you an apple." Tess closed the laptop. "Now, let's get some photos of you." "What?!" "I'm not gonna let a chance to do a royal portrait slip through my fingers and it's a lot easier to work from pictures." Tess's phone shot up and the flash fired. "Unless you want to stand around looking pretty for a few hours." I blinked my long lashes as spots appeared before my eyes. I raised my hand to try and block the lens of the phone, but with the hand up I couldn't lift my skirt to back away. I dropped the chiffon scarf and settled for dealing with the bouncy boobs. "Come on," Tess complained. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Other girls would kill to have what you got by accident." "I'm not a girl!" I wailed as I backed up against the wall, skirts flaring around me. I tried to cover my face and my cleavage as Tess approached with the phone. "I bet the robots at 'Chloe's Devotees' will love these," she teased. "Stop!" She put a hand on the wall next to my head so I couldn't run, leaned in and shoved the phone nearly down my bodice, firing the flash. "As a matter of fact..." she said with a devious look in her eye. "Why not make it a nude portrait?" "What?!" I tried to push her away, but she was larger than I was now and my stupid princess body didn't have the strength to move her. "No. I don't want to." "I think you do. I saw the way you were looking at my legs." I bit my pouting lip. It was true. Even now the way Tess smelled and the way her jeans revealed her midriff was causing that warm feeling underneath my petticoats. What I had done in the bathroom had felt nice, but could I do it for real? Tess leaned into me, putting pressure on my lower belly. "Why are you doing this?" I trembled as I felt her reach around behind me. "Lots of reasons. One, when I experimented in college I saw a girl at a Halloween part dressed like this. Really turned me on. Two, I've never done it with royalty. Seems like my only shot. Three, the sexual tension of having a hot girl who's confused about her sexuality is unbearable. Four, this is going to relax you and you won't be all fidgety and nervous all the time. And finally, and maybe most importantly, that snooty way you said I was crazy just drove me over the edge." Before I could reply she pulled on the lacing on the back of the gown. BAALOOOMMMPP! The bodice nearly exploded off of me, my boobs bursting into the living room with their peaches and cream skin and tiny pink nipples. Even without the support of the gown they kept their roundness as they fell softly against my chest. Tess pulled the bodice down and since the shoulder cuffs went with it my arms were pinned to my sides. As I opened my mouth to cry out Tess reached out and pinched my puffy cheeks, smooshing my lips together. "No shouting," she hissed as she gave me a long, passionate kiss. My head buzzed as her tongue licked over top of mine and her lips pressed into my soft mouth. I felt the cool air on my bare breasts and my nipples hardened as a warm feeling travelled through my chest and pooling with the warmth under my petticoats. Tess took her mouth away, keeping one hand on the wall and the other on my bodice, keeping my arms trapped. My breath raced, trying to keep up with my fluttering heart. "Are you going to keep fighting?" "I-" She kissed my left breast, sucking on my nipple. "Oh!" The warmth grew and she started moving her leg between mine, rubbing back and forth. It went from feeling kind of nice to feeling kind of great. I bent my knees, trying to increase the pressure and was rewarded by the warmth releasing with a sharp jolt. Tess bit my nipple between her front teeth before pulling back and asking again: "Are you going to keep fighting?" "No!" I breathed. "Good girl." Tess released the tension on my bodice and I pulled my arms free of the sleeve cuffs. She deftly unfastened a pair of clasps at my waist and the entire gown fell to my feet. I looked down past my huge breasts to see a pair of frilly white satin panties, and a garter belt holding up my silk stockings. I was presented with just how tiny my body was. My small ribcage tapered into a slight waist and then flaring into beautifully rounded hips. A thin layer of fat kept my stomach from looking muscular and gave me an elegantly soft look. My thighs squeezed together, not a spot of flab anywhere on them. Tess pulled on the front of the panties. "I read something else about the Van der Hoffs," she whispered. "They have this genetic... quirk where their body hair doesn't thicken when they hit puberty." She looked downward. "The internet is right again." I leaned in and felt Tess's fingers slip into my panties. A huge jolt of cold pleasure weakened my knees. "Bedroom. Now," she ordered. The warmth inside me instantly agreed. I stepped out of the pile of satin and taffeta, wobbling on my velvet heels. Tess grabbed my hips to steady me, pressing her thumbs into the soft flesh of my girlish rump. It wasn't really that big, but it was high and it was round. Tess gave me a shove I stumbled into the bed, burying my face in the thick down comforter. I felt Tess unhook the stockings from the garter belt and slip both it and my panties down over my silky leggings. I bit my lip and rolled over, part afraid and part eager. As Tess pulled her own shirt over her head and undid her jeans I stared at the soft pink lips between my legs. They were indeed completely hairless, not even a trace that any hair had ever existed. I concentrated on the source of the warmth that was now demanding a way to be released. My heart pounded in my ears as I closed my legs over the lips, admiring the curves of my hips and hairless legs. But, that did nothing to alleviate the powerful force that was building, like a bubble that was growing and growing, threatening to pop at any moment. I parted my legs and gasped as I ran my painted nails over the lips. Tess laughed as she stripped her own panties off. "You're a virgin!" I didn't respond. I didn't really care. "Okay princess, let me give you the grand tour." She climbed up onto the bed, straddled my stockinged legs and grabbed my hand. I felt her smaller breasts caress my large ones as she pressed my hand between my legs. "These are your labia," she said, rubbing my own fingers over the lips again. She kept going until I was sure that the powerful force was going to consume me, straining, begging to explode. "You have a hymen. Don't really have the - ahem - equipment to deal with that. But this- is your clitoris." My brain buzzed as she guided my hand up to a little nub and started moving it back and forth. A feminine scream caught in my throat as Tess put a hand on my boobs and squeezed. "I said, no shouting." The rubbing continued, each stroke causing a tiny rise in the buzzing, the kneading of my boobs increased the warmth until I was one big warm buzz. Beyond the buzz I could feel something approaching. The bubble was inflating towards a big, powerful explosion. I bucked my hips, trying to make the bubble even larger. My chest jiggled wildly, but it was no longer a weird, shameful feeling. I opened my legs wider, dug my high heels into the duvet and thrust against Tess's smooth skin. Then all at once, Tess stopped. The bubble began to deflate. "What are you doing?" I hissed. Tess grinned. "Who are you?" "Huhn?" "Who are you?" "You know who I am. Keep going." "Who are you now? Before I let you finish, tell me who you are now." I glanced around the room, wanting to tell her to go to hell, but the bubble was still there and I couldn't do anything until it was gone. I remember thinking that some girls must like humiliation. Maybe they were just worried the stimulation would stop if they didn't submit. I bit my lip. "Chloe," I said timidly. Tess leaned in and kissed my left nipple, reaching a hand behind my head and pulling out the pins that held the updo in place. Luxurious auburn hair fell around my babyish face. "Almost. Give me your title. Come on, you know what I wanna hear." "Princess Chloe," I hissed angrily. "I'm Princess Chloe." "Good." Tess laughed as she pinned my hands above my head. "Let's keep going." She placed a hand against her own loins and pressed into me, rubbing back and forth with a knuckle licking inside me. The buzzing continued. The explosion was only a short way off. "Your boobs are huge, princess. You're a big boobed girlie girl. Say it." I was at the edge of the explosion. There was no stopping now. "I'm a big boobed girlie giiiiiiirrrrrlll!" I shouted as the bubble burst. An explosion ripped my lower body, washing away all of the tension and anxiety that had come with the sudden arrival of my new body. I arched my back, thrusting as hard as I could against Tess's hand. Muscles contracted, feeling oddly designed to pull things in instead of the pushing I was used to. But it still felt amazing. The warmth released from my chest, spreading out to my fingers and toes as I collapsed back against the down comforter, settling into its soft folds. The whole process had been thoroughly humiliating, but... "Wow!" I breathed, running my fingers through my thick hair. Tess's face had gone flat. Though she had looked like she was enjoying herself too now she seemed a little distance. She collapsed next to me on the bed. "Did you get there?" I asked. "Close enough," Tess muttered, smiling weakly. I grabbed one of the pillows from under the comforter and wrapped my arms around it, nuzzling my head down. I felt the soft fabric of the case against my breasts and squeezed it closer, cautiously settling in to the sudden sensation of femininity that had taken hold of me. It wasn't a feeling I would want all the time, but at that moment I was so content that I was willing to try anything. I undid the straps on the heels and tossed them to the floor, slipping off my stockings and doing the same. I snuggled under the comforter completely naked, feeling the crisp linen rub over my smooth skin as I yawned. "Grab some sleep," Tess brushed a hand through my hair. "You kinda had a big day." "Kinda," I yawned again before I closed my eyes and let the pleasant feeling of femininity lull me to sleep. The pleasantness of the feeling was gone by the time I was wakened when I unconsciously rolled onto my right breast, once again feeling the grim reality of what had happened to me crept back in with the sudden jolt of pain. The warmth was gone and I was shivering even underneath the duvet. I rubbed my breast as the alienness of my body came over me once again. The idea of what Tess had done to me filled me with dread. It had felt good at the time, but now it was just a reminder of how much I had changed and that my body was bathing my brain in a cocktail of estrogen. I looked in the darkness for Tess but she was nowhere to be seen. I pulled the duvet off, staring at my naked belly and loins for a moment and cursing before I swung the long slender legs over the side of the bed and stood in all my feminine glory in the darkness. My boobs jiggled as I shivered, waving their erect nipples at the bedroom. Desperate to cover up my soft, fair flesh I bent over the clothes hamper, using one hand to hold my breasts in place as I picked out one of my undershirts. It was now much too big for my girlish frame, but the length would hide my lithe legs all the way down to my mid-thighs. The realization of what was about to happen was lost on my still sleepy mind. PA-OOOF! In the midst of the lavender scented red smoke I cursed for not thinking before I slipped into the shirt. I coughed and felt my boobs bounce as I waved my hand, trying to disperse the billows of smoke licking their way over my nude curves. This time when I could see again I was wearing a thin satin nightgown of the constant color scheme; dark red all over and gold along the hems. Held in place by spaghetti straps it was tight enough to show off my curvy waist and hips but short enough to show leg just above my knee. And... of course the neckline showed the top of my breasts. A stream of smoke slipped up through the cleavage. My long thick hair was now tied behind my head with a simple garnet ribbon. I grumbled and shivered again. The nightgown did nothing to keep me warm. I was going to need to sacrifice another piece of clothing to get something warm. I found one of my old grungy hoodies inside the closet. I closed my eyes and held my breath - the last of the previous smoke still not having fully dissipated - and slipped my slender arms into it. PA-OOOOF! I held my breath and kept my eyes shut until I felt the smoke leave my skin, once again catching the last wisp wafting up between my breasts. I was now wearing a matching silk robe, opening onto my tiny nightgown. I searched around for a tie, but found none. "Why do you have to make things so difficult?" I hissed, clutching the robe to my breast. It flowed out behind me as I moved, billowing in the cool air like a cape. "Why?" Before I reached the door I noticed my old pair of flip flops. "Might as well go for the hat trick." POOF! And I had a pair of dainty satin slippers over my feet. I walked out into the hallway, expecting to see the flicker of the TV and Tess sitting on the futon, but it was nothing but dark outside. If I knew Tess, she was hiding, ready to jump out and scare the hell out of me. I felt a thrill of tension as I slipped, robe billowing around me to the nearest light switch and flicked it on. There was no 'BOO!', or anything. "Tess!" I whispered. It was at that moment that I saw the piece of paper taped to the TV. I nearly tripped over the ball gown lying along the wall but sidestepped in the nick of time. Now, without the weight of the bustle over it I could feel the bouncing of my rump as I moved. With a few jiggles and billows I reached the TV and snatched the note. My eyes skimmed over it and I had to sit daintily on the futon to keep from collapsing. Kevin, I'm so sorry, but I can't do this. I realized that my experimenting days are well behind me. I want to help you, I do and I will come back in the morning and as often as it takes, but I can't love you like this. I can't love you as a woman the way I did when you were a man." "Oh Tess," my female voice whispered. Tears started to pour down my face again as I realized that this girl's body had just cost me Tess. 'I want to help you'? Why not 'We should just be girlfriends'? We should go shopping and get our nails done together, but, I don't love you. I loved your dick. I've known for a little while now that I want to have babies someday and... Even though it continued on I put the paper down, wiping away the makeup ridden tears with my index finger. Smoke licked up off the digit, washing back over my face so the eye shadow and mascara remained intact. I was so angry that I put my hands up to my face and tried to smear the makeup away. Violet and red covered my hand for a moment before it too dissolved into smoke and coated my face again. I started to cry again when a loud pounding came at the door. My heart leaped and I put my hand to my chest to try to contain it, getting a sample of soft flesh as I did. At first I was afraid that it was the neighbour who had stared down my bodice and I resolved to sit quietly until he got bored and moved on. But the pounding came again and then again, louder and louder each time until I was afraid the door would break apart. Trembling I rose and wrapped the silky robe around my tiny frame, making sure to cover my breasts as completely as possible. I pressed into the door, standing on tiptoes to see out of the peephole again. I could see nothing save for a dark field. The pounding on the door caused me to jump backward. My eyes widened at the shaking of the deadbolt, which, fearing it would burst open, I turned open and pulled slowly on the door. A huge hand thrust in through the door, shoving me back. Had I been wearing the gown and heels I would have tumbled head over heels. Standing in the doorway was the largest man I had ever seen. Even though he stood sideways against the door I could still barely see out into the hall. There stood a middle aged woman dressed as a matron in a stiff cotton frock. Her grey hair was pulled up off her forehead and gathered behind her head in a tight bun. My mind instantly went to Tess's warning that Princess Chloe must have an evil something-or-other out there, searching for her. "My lady," she said as she stepped into the apartment without so much as asking. "On the permission and bequest of your father we have come to take you back home to Bereglast Hold." "What the fu-" The woman struck my face with surprising speed. "Mind your tongue. You will learn to behave like a princess young lady... without any more running away." She took a few more steps into the apartment, looking as if she had just stepped into a garbage dump. "Where is your sister?" Sister? I righted myself, allowing my robe to fall open. Did she mean Marcy? The only other princess in the area, right? "Are you so self-absorbed that you would let your sister out of your sight? "Get dressed," the Matron said, grasping the hem of my robe. "I won't have you running around, dressed like a common harlot." I looked at the large man who was holding the door open. Out of the corner of his eye he was leering at my boobs as I wrapped the billowing robe around myself. There was no way I was ever going to get past him in my girl's body. I would have been lucky to in my man's body. If they were looking to take me back with them to Bereglast I could maybe stall them long enough to call the police. But were the police going to help me? Anything I could get my hands on said that I was Princess Chloe of Bereglast and that I was a seventeen year old girl. At the very least I was going to have to warn Deanna that they might be looking for Marcy as well. "Okay," I said. "Ladies do not say 'okay'," the Matron threatened. Crap. Grammar had never been my forte. "Very well. I will come willingly," I managed. "However, I must go to the bathroom." The Matron's eyes flashed angrily. "You must freshen up." Her eyes drifted over to where Tess had let the ballgown just drop to the floor. "Honestly, Princess, has two weeks in this world of excess erased seventeen years of my efforts?" I walked nervously past the big man, desperately aware that even though I could cover my breasts the bouncing was still visible against the silk. I was also suddenly aware that I really did have to go- freshen up. I tiptoed into the bathroom where I had left my phone and gently shut and locked the door. I picked up the phone, heart racing, partly in excitement and partly in realization that I was going to have to pee. I stared at the toilet with sudden dread. Slipping off the robe I shuddered as I was forced to pull up the hem of the nightgown to sit on the toilet seat. I bit my lip as muscles that I had never known before started to move. The phone became a welcome distraction as I felt a feeling of release grip my loins. I clutched the phone in both hands, pressing my breasts together with my upper arms. CHLOE: Being taken to Bereglast. Please help! Hide Marcy. I waited for two agonizing seconds for the message to send and then for two minutes for a reply. But it was still the middle of the night and there was no way Deanna would be listening at this time. She and Cal were still likely working on dealing with Marcy. Suddenly having a Princess for a daughter was likely pretty weird... almost as weird as suddenly being one, but I couldn't hold out long enough for her to pick up her phone. As was evidenced by the pounding on the bathroom door. "Princess," I heard the Matron's voice. "It is time to go." "Um, very well," was my lilting reply. I rose, feeling very strange in my loins. Girls needed to do a little extra clean up afterwards, didn't they? I was suddenly very glad for my lack of body hair. Where was I going to hide my phone? I quickly gathered up the silk robe and wrapped it around the phone. I might have to go out there as a half- naked busty girl but there was no way I could lose the phone. "Put on your dress," the Matron thrust what looked like one of my old T- shirts at me through the door as soon as I had opened it a crack. "Wh- Pardon?" I asked, staring at the shirt. Fro