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Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone for reading, reviewing and sticking with the story. I think in the future I'm going to try for less exposition and shorter, single part works. Enjoy and comment! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was at the end of a long aisle. Its edges were surrounded in impenetrable darkness, but at the end I could make out a circle of light where two people were working on something. I started walking towards the circle, but as I took the first steps toward it the aisle began to change. At first I thought that it was growing, but I almost instantly realized that I was shrinking. With each step I lost nearly a centimeter, but for some reason I wasn't terribly worried about it. It seemed more important that I get to the end of the aisle. I noticed that fat and muscle running over my stomach and legs shrank away, my jeans and t-shirt becoming baggy over my body. I started stepping on the cuffs of my pants. I undid the buckle of my belt which was now doing a poor job of keeping my pants on my narrowing waist. The denim fell to the floor, revealing slender creamy legs without a trace of hair. I stepped out of the leg holes and kept walking, determined to get to the end of the aisle. I held the waist of my boxers as my hips began to widen, making it difficult to gauge where my next step would fall. Hair started tickling my ears and then the back of my neck. After two more steps I had to brush the auburn locks out of my eyes with a thinning hand. By the time I got to midpoint of the aisle I had lost almost a full thirty centimeters in height and fifty kilos of weight. I had to lose my sneakers as they became too large for my now dainty feet. That was when the really disturbing changes began. I felt a discomfort in my loins as things started shifting around, pushing upward and then blossoming, filling my insides. My nipples stiffened and then puffed outward, a strange fatty feeling pushing outward a little more with each step I took, like someone was inflating a pair of balloons with jello underneath my shirt. The new flesh started shaking back and forth as I walked, making it even more difficult. I tried to keep them pressed down with my arm, but they continued to grow, bulging out around the arm. Trying to keep the balloons stationery and holding up my boxers I had no way to keep the dark auburn hair out of my eyes and by the time I reached the perimeter of the light I was nearly blind. Two women dressed as seamstresses buzzed around an out of focus object, driving needles into the fabric as they circled. "What are you making?" I asked in a strangely feminine voice. "It's your wedding dress, Your Highness," they both said at the same time. They both moved aside to reveal the virgin white eyesore they had been working on. Its narrow lace bodice and sleeves gave way to a multi-tiered open skirt, built like a Russian doll, each layer covering a little more of the front as they progressed inward. Trains flowed from the rear out at least two metres behind the dress. Before I could ask what they meant the dress literally leaped from the frame it had been placed upon and grasped my tiny wrist with its empty sleeve. The other reached out and ripped my shirt and underwear away, baring my nubile skin. I cried out in that high voice as the skirt swung up over my head like a giant maw intent on swallowing me whole. As it settled over my body, pushing my soft flesh upward, swarms of ribbons ran through my long hair, pulling it upward. White panties and a garter belt wedged in under my feet, followed by a pair of stockings. Somehow they lifted my legs for me as shimmering white heels strapped themselves to my feet. A veil settled over my eyes, obstructing my view as the stockings and shoes somehow moved my legs, forcing me to walk towards what looked like an altar that had replaced the frame the dress had been resting on. The gloves on my hands forced my hand to reach out like a marionette and accept a bouquet that appeared out of nowhere, clutching it with both hands before me. I heard the sound of someone talking, picking out some of the words from a traditional wedding vow, but spoken as if on fast forward. I saw a dark figure, obscured by the veil. When the fast forwarded vows reached a pause there was an affirmative sound from the dark figure and the vows continued. I tried to pull away, but the fabric of the dress held me fast. The vows hit another pause and I felt my lips starting to move. I resisted, fighting hard to keep my vocal chords still, but I found words being forced out of my mouth. "I..." I woke up with a start in the plush canopy bed in my bedchambers. The bedchambers of a Princess of Bereglast. Sigh. The first seconds of the day where I could forget what had happened to me passed quietly. Annnnnnndddd... POOOOFFFF! Surprise, Kevin! You're a busty seventeen year old girlie girl who barely clears five foot two. And not only do you look like something out of a Disney movie, you've also got a whole island of human robots out there that are going to treat you like it. I brushed some of my reddish brown hair out of my eyes, pushing against my ridiculously big right breast with my arm and groaning. Pulling the heavy blanket off myself I moved the hem of my red silk chemise and pulled down my white panties with their tiny pink bow. I inhaled and ran a finger along the soft pink skin, searching for the wetness of blood. "Thank God," I whispered as my perfectly manicured fingers came back clean. The door to the chamber opened and, embarrassed, I threw the blanket back over top of my slender form. "Wakie, wakie birthday girl!" I heard Tess's voice. "How's the red river rafting going?" "Aarrrggh!" I shouted. "Could you try not enjoying it so much?" It had been almost a month since the curse had taken over and of course I did have a girl's body which came with an additional curse of its own, something which was so humiliating that I was barely able to think about it. Tess had said I was lucky since it was relatively mild. But, holy hell... "I'm trying to use reverse psychology to get you to figure out it's not that big a deal. You just keep missing the reverse part." "Well, your employer orders you to knock it off." "Yes, Your Highness," Tess grabbed the edges of her thin dress and curtsied. "You know the job of Lady-in-waiting isn't very tough, but I could use a raise." "What about Deanna and Marcy?" I crawled out from under the covers while Tess walked over and threw open the curtains covering the bank of windows. Ok, long background info: After having been kidnapped to this backwards- ass place I was told that as Princess Chloe I was supposed to be married off to a family powerful enough to provide stability to the Kingdom which was becoming increasingly split between traditionalists and those who wanted more modernity. I didn't really care about the internal politics of this stupid place, my focus was on the whole 'marrying me off' part. My original plan had been to annoy every single eligible man in the entire country and make myself less desirable. The modernists had adapted that plan and tried... well, that was something else I couldn't think about. The plan had been derailed when they had found my sis-niece- whatever, Marcy and forcibly brought her to Bereglast. Now what they couldn't have with me they were just going to get out of her in a few years. Although part of me was still mad at my niece for having made the wish that turned me into a beautiful princess in the first place, I didn't want her to be sold off like a piece of meat. So, for the past two weeks I had taken the whole burden on myself, trying to be a good (swallow) girl. "I tried talking with some of the maids who work in that wing," Tess said, "but all they'll say is that they are healthy. And no one's allowed in or out until the legality of the whole thing is resolved." Marcy's father was back on the Mainland fighting to get Marcy back, but, of course any evidence that Marcy was anything other than a Princess of Bereglast had disappeared and it was a losing fight. My sister, Deanna had been allowed to come with her as long as the fight went on. I stepped down onto the cool floor, coming up to just under Tess's chin. The change in temperature caused my nipples to stiffen visibly under the red silk chemise. "Aw, good morning, girls!" Tess poked playfully at my perfect tiny nipple. "Knock it off!" I crossed my arms over my boobs, cursing at their sensitivity as my knees weakened. "We should get moving," Tess muttered. "Anne's got your social calendar for today and we've got your... um big party tonight." I groaned again. One thing that had stayed constant between Kevin and Chloe was the date of birth, even if the year was now different. But Chloe was going to receive engagement offers during hers and the man with all the power took home the cow. And tonight was the night. "Come on!" Tess's shout snapped me out of my funk and I started, quivering my boobs and butt which made Tess laugh. "Shake that little butt into the bath, Princess!" I yelped in a high feminine pitch and ducked out of the way as Tess made a grab for me, running for the door of the bed chambers, breasts undulating underneath my thin nightie and hair streaming out behind me. "Piss off!" I yelled back at her as I broke out into the main chamber, nearly knocking over one of the maids who was laying out fresh doilies. "Princess!" she gasped. "Outta the way, robot!" Tess shouted as she chased me into the bath chamber. "You know I hate running with these things!" I screamed, ducking inside the bath chamber, Tess pulling in behind me. She grabbed hold of the neckline of the chemise and slipped it off over my head. I nervously used a handbra to cover up, holding the weight of my humiliating breasts. For a moment I could have sworn they felt a little heavier. "Please tell me they're not getting bigger," I moaned. Tess grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the sunken bath in the middle of the steamy chamber. "They usually keep growing until about the early twenties." "Craaap." "Just, do the bath thing. They get all suspicious when you don't and today... Forget about it." I wiggled out of the panties, boobs bouncing around and slipped into the steaming bath, the fatty flesh becoming weightless in the water, bobbing gently. I bit my lip and sat watching them for a moment until the water settled down. "Speaking of big things floating in the water," Tess grabbed some of the bath oils from off the shelf and walked them over to the side of the tub. "I've been thinking about my whole 'break the wish' plan." "Good." "You don't have to give me all the attitude, Princess. At least I have been thinking about it." "Well, I've been a little busy with - let's see, first was , that amaaaazing church service about debauchery, then high tea with the three old crones, then it was the Hoefner cotillion followed by watching that delightful twelve hour cricket match then tea, tennis, tea, equinox soiree. And when it wasn't any of that it was practicing for dances and tea. I've had like five minutes to myself the past two weeks and oh, yeah. My period!" "Anyway, like I said I don't know if it's even possible and now I'm thinking it's not such a good idea." "What? I can't stay like this!" I motioned to the bobbing breasts in front of me. "Yeah, but this whole island was made through that wish and, we're standing on it. Out in the middle of the ocean. Like a three day swim to land. Which I'm pretty sure would kill us. No Princess Chloe, maybe no island." Tess poured some of the oils into the bath and I was immediately covered in a froth of bubbles. "Glug glug. Baaarrrgh!" "Fine!" I shouted, scooping the bubbles out of my face. "Then we get out of here and then find a way to break the wish. Just, just promise me you're trying to find a way to get me back, Tess." Tess pursed her lips. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm working on something, but it's kinda risky." I looked up at her with my big green eyes. "Is that where you've been disappearing to all the time?" "None of your business." I flashed her the best looking-down-my-princessy-nose expression that I had been able to develop over the previous two weeks. "Admit it you're starting to get into this a little, aren't you?" "Shut up!" Tess crouched next to the tub across from me and met my gaze. "Well, maybe you should, you know. Like I told you before, we've got maybe two options and I don't know if either one is even possible. It might be time to accept the whole princess life. Start trying to find a few things you like about it. You know... when they call you a pretty girl, they're not being sarcastic" I grumbled and looked down in sorrow, catching sight of the rosy lips of my womanhood through the tiny space between my breasts. "I can't. I could probably get used to being royalty, I might even be able to get used to being a girl, but both... I'm not going to be forced into marrying some guy... or having his babies! If it wasn't for Marcy-" Tess frowned. "Fine, be miserable. Listen, I have to go see if a couple things are going to work out. Hey, your new mom and pop still haven't come to see you, have they?" "No." "And that doesn't strike you as weird? Teenage girl runs away, and when she comes back her parents can't be bothered to see her?" "I keep getting told they're running the Kingdom. They're supposed to be at the... thing tonight. Yet another thing I'm not looking forward to." "Hmm," Tess walked towards the door to the steamy chamber. "You'll have to be with Anne on your own all day." I ran a hand over the supple wet skin of my left breast. "I think I can manage that." "Good. I trust you'll be able to dress yourself." I ran my head under the running faucet, turning my soft hair into a wet tangle. "You're hilarious, Tess!" "You don't wanna hear my big buoys joke!" Looking down at the fleshy melons attached to my chest I pressed my upper arms into their sides and bounced around in the water experimentally. "Please don't get any bigger," I moaned. I did manage to dress myself, or rather I let the curse that had poofed me into a princess dress me. It was humiliating not being able to wear anything but the big, unwieldy and ridiculously feminine dresses, but it was better than having maids putting their hands all over my sensitive body and putting me on edge all day. So I wiggled myself into one of the plain white dress which Tess had taken to calling 'blanks' and after disappearing into big puff of garnet smoke I found my big bust encased in the same button-up bodice that had been on me the night I had first been abducted to Bereglast. It showed no skin but was so tight and supported my boobs in such a way that the abundant bouncing and jiggling of every inch of my flesh was readily apparent. My hair was done up in a French twist with a mini tophat perched on top of it and a large red bustle flared out behind me. The theory was that all of my outfits were based on ones that Marcy has seen in movies or books or whatever with the variations that might go along with a kid's memory, and of course the dark red colouring. Tess had assigned each one a nickname based on where she thought the image came from. This one she called the Jane. I sighed a now weary sigh, pulled up the light crinoline skirt over the painfully high heels and jiggled my way downstairs to breakfast where Anne was waiting for me. The sun streamed through the large windowed doors leading out onto the terrace and into the large dining room, casting her in a brilliant glow as she rose to meet me. "You look lovely, as usual, Your Highness," she curtsied. "Happy Birthday." I smiled weakly. "Thank you, Anne." One of the butlers pulled out my chair and I sat gently on it, feeling my bubble of a rump push into the wood of the chair as the bustle puffed up behind me. The chair was pushed back into the table and the butler poured black tea into a dainty cup before setting out an array of scones. I picked up the cup and saucer and took a tiny sip with my plush girlish lips. Not being able to get a cup of coffee the tea in this place had become like crack. Fortunately my tiny girl's body didn't need very much to get sufficiently buzzed. I had to hold my arm out to avoid my big boobs, but it was worth the effort. "I thought we might make the trek to the ocean," Anne said hopefully. "We have not been down there since the end of the season last year. I... have found a present for your birthday." I put down the teacup. "Anne, you didn't have to do that." I felt a little mist coming to my eye, most likely a hormonal thing. Anne was the only person in this place that had been nice to me. I mean, Tess had been nearly heroic, but the way she treated me more like an art project was off-putting. "I had never really thought this day would actually come," she smiled with a little bit of mist in her eye as well. "You're to be engaged!" "I know," I swallowed, folding my slim hands nervously in my lap, taking note of the pressure created in my loins. "I can hardly believe it." Anne leaned in and gave me a small hug around my shoulders, pushing into the soft tops of my breasts. I felt the familiar warmth bubbling up inside of my female body, bringing a blush to my fair cheeks. I doubt Anne ever thought about the attraction that I had for her and even I tried not to think about it, since I knew that attraction was going nowhere. She released me and I felt my boobs settle back into their places in the corset cups. I had had them for almost a month now and I was still feeling every slight ripple. Tess's suggestion that I try to get used to this body was seeming unrealistic at best. "I've called a carriage to take us to the beach," Anne motioned to the butler who returned to freshen our cups. "But we will have to return by tea time." I grabbed one of the scones and managed two bites before my girly stomach felt stuffed. "Why do we have to be back by tea?" Anne smiled. "I've arranged for a croquet match between the two of us and one Mr. Harold DeWalt as well as one of his servants. If everything goes properly I think he might be persuaded to make an early offer for your hand." "Oh... Well, thank you, Anne." "I knew you would be excited," Anne sipped from her cup. "Yes. Just one small matter." "Yes, Your Highness?" "Aren't croquets those little fried breaded things, how do we play those?" "Princess, have you had a relapse?" I sat daintily in the carriage as it drove through the port city outside of the palace, Bereglast Hold. It was something of a mixed blessing being outside. Since Marcy had been brought here I was allowed more freedom than I had previously, mostly because they had a replacement now. I had been out a few times, but with all of the tourists around I was surrounded by guards at all times. After the night at the De Boer estate I had stopped thinking that was a bad idea. The carriage hit a gap in the cobblestone and my chest bounced. As if on cue the cameras of the tourists lining the street snapped. I sighed and pulled the curtain over the window of the carriage. "So many people come here and they leave with a little bit of your beauty, Your Highness," Anne said. "They could have all of it if they wanted," I muttered, pulling some of my long auburn hair behind my ear and pressing my plush lips together. The carriage stopped on an outcropping where a path began, leading down to a small beach. A locked gate with a sign declaring the beach to be the property of the Bereglast royal family barred the way. One of the guards opened my door and offered me a hand. I lifted my skirt and accepted the help out of the carriage, emerging into a crowd of tourists who were barely held back by the remaining guards. "Princess Chloe!" A girl, barely older than ten broke around the guards and wrapped her arms around my waist, plunging the top of her head into my soft, plush bosom, making it bulge outward as she nuzzled down into it. I gasped with surprise. After much commotion the guards managed to pry her off of me and send her back to her mother who was wearing one of the knockoff gowns I had seen some of the other tourists mincing around in. She tried to apologize, but without the deference of a member of the court. The guards barked menacingly at them and the girl started bawling. I looked down demurely at the outline of my soft feminine body against the bodice of the dress. I closed my shadowed eyes and concentrated on the bobbing of my chest and the empty feeling of my womanhood under my puffy skirt. Maybe Tess was right. I had just been playing along with the social life in order to spare Marcy. Maybe it was time to really have a go at the modest, graceful and sweet thing. Try to find something about it that made me happy. I might be at it for a while. Smiling I removed the broach that clasped the bodice at my throat and walked over, placing it in the girl's hand. "Your Highness is most kind," Anne said as I joined her at the gate. "It's not as though I have a shortage of broaches," I replied. The guards unlocked the gate and Anne slipped in before me. "Last one to the changing house must test the water!" Anne lifted the hem of her skirt and rushed down the path, the braid of her hair trailing behind her as she ran. I bit my lip and looked once more at the outline of my big bouncy balloon boobs. Much as I hated running with them rippling in their corset cups maybe it was time to get use to that as well. And the water did look cold. I grasped the silk of my skirt with both hands and pulled it up off the tops of my heeled boots. I ran after Anne, breasts jiggling furiously with every dainty little step. We reached the bottom of the path together and I grasped her shoulders, pulling her to the white sand with me, our dresses throwing up mounds of it as we rolled to a stop. A girlish giggle escaped my lips as I landed with my head on Anne's belly. She returned the laugh and brushed some of the sand out of my perfectly coiffed hair. The moment of tenderness was just that as she pushed me off and scrambled towards the small white changing house, leaving me face down, lying on top of my boobs. "How dare you!" I laughed, trying to push myself up only to step on the hem of my skirt and smoosh my fatty chest into the beach. I finally found my feet and managed to walk across the sand in my heeled boots, skirts suspended delicately around my ankles. By the time I got to the shack I was nearly exhausted and my boobs were starting to hurt from all of the bouncing. I waited outside while Anne changed, thinking about the pictures I had seen of Chloe in her bathing suits when Tess had shown me all of the trappings that came with being a princess. Chloe looked terribly cute in the one piece that mimicked an old timey sailor suit, but I was somewhat used to being cute. What I was more worried about the exposure of being down on the beach with the rocks above being a great vantage point for tourists taking pictures. In fact I could make out two who had managed to get around the guards and were perched upon some precarious looking rocks, angling cameras or phones. I thought about flipping them off, but flashed a peace sign instead as a compromise with the modest, graceful and sweet persona I was trying to get used to. Anne emerged from the changing house in a one piece suit that still had a skirt down to her mid-thighs. She gave a little pose and I applauded while trying not to imagine what she must look like underneath the thin layer of cotton that clung to her thin body. No sooner had I stepped inside the small immaculately maintained room than- POOOOFFFFF! "Give me a chance!" I managed before I inhaled a lungful of the thick red smoke. Caught completely off guard I coughed violently and threw myself back into the door which remained steadfastly shut. My boobs smooshed into the wall as I grasped frantically along the wall in the billows of smoke. I felt the brim of yet another large hat bump into the door as I managed to yank it open and stumble out in a flurry of red glittering smoke, soft jiggling breasts and a big white bow stuck to the middle of my chest. The red (of course) bathing suit was essentially the same one I had seen in the pictures, save for gauzy ladies' derby hat and the oversized white bow stuck to my ample cleavage. I coughed a few more times and the bow shook along with my chest. A tiny pleated skirt, barely covering my upper thighs - and what I was certain was a camel toe showing through the suit - swished as I put my arms up and gave the outfit a final appraisal. "Ugh," I coughed. "Little bit of a Sailor Moon thing going on here." "I beg your pardon, Your Highness?" Anne seemed untroubled by my smoky exit from the changing house. I shook my head as Anne took my hands, pulling me towards the surf. I resisted for a moment, aware of the growing crowd of tourists on the rocks above. The guards were trying to disperse them, but with the precarious nature of the rocks couldn't really force them away. I pulled the derby hat down to hide my face with one hand as Anne pulled me with the other to the water. She splashed me playfully and my nipples stiffened in the cold. I bit my lip, hoping that we were far enough as I dipped my hands into the salty water and splashed her back, the wind spraying most of the water back over my massive melons which bobbed and jostled as Anne coaxed me into romping in the surf. I found myself laughing girlishly as Anne chased me up and down the beach, finally collapsing into the shallow water as she easily caught up to me and fell down beside me in the early summer sun. "It's good to hear you laugh again, Princess," Anne said as we walked back towards a cluster of lounging chairs under the rocky cliffs opposite where the tourists had gathered. "Thank you, Anne," I managed as the shame at being lured into some nymphly frolicking tickled in the back of my brain. I managed to lower my inhibitions to the whole ultra-feminine lifestyle, but that didn't prevent the hangover afterwards. And there was something else. "And, I wanted to thank you for what happened at the De Boer-" "Oh, Your Highness, there's no need to speak of that. The traitor has been dealt with." An awkward silence hung in the air. "Has Lady Tess acclimated to her new position?" A small giggle escaped my lips. "She's been getting along well, but I don't think anyone has ever called Tess a Lady." "The Matron was nearly livid when you requested to give her standing," Anne laughed. "That nearly makes it worth the while," I replied. The tiny skirt swished around my high, round bubble butt as I sat on the lounging chair, waiting for my bathing suit to dry out in the warm air. Although all it would take was another trip to the changing house to get the job done, it was an excuse to sit around in the sun for a while and gossip. "Some of my friends in the other wings have said that Lady Tess has been exchanging letters with the pretender who is in with your sister," Anne mentioned as she draped a plush towel over my shoulders. From her tone I could tell that she found this to be a great scandal. I grimaced as the wind blew the skirt up and exposed the loins of the swimsuit, complete with the outline of my maidenhood before Anne lay a towel over that as well. I furrowed my brow. "She has?" Tess had told me that she had been unable to get in touch with Deanna. What the hell was she up to? "To be honest, Your Highness, I have heard people state that she sides with the modernists," Anne said the sentence in a whisper. "They are starting to say she abducted you to the Mainland." I snorted a laugh which caused my chest to jiggle within the confines of the bathing suit. I unconsciously crossed my arms over my breasts to keep them still as I my laughter subsided into a tired silence. "Your Highness?" "Anne, I'm growing tired of my private life - and my private parts being some sort of political device." "Your Highness!" "I'm going to be wed to a stranger! I'm supposed to-" I swallowed. "Bear his children!" I curved my hand over my thin belly where I imagined a (shudder) pregnancy would place it. "I don't want any part of it, Anne. I don't want to be a princess, or a bride or a mother. I just want my life back, Anne." Anne pursed her lips and, pulling off the derby hat, rubbed the towel over my head, buffing my hair until it was a dry frizzy mess. I turned my head as she leaned in beside me. "Let me show you the present I picked out for your birthday, Princess. If nothing else it should make today a little brighter." I frowned. Being a depressing mess dressed like a manga character had not been part of the plan. Playing in the surf had been a nice distraction, but now that it was over my upcoming betrothal loomed even larger. Maybe if I could manage to chain a bunch of distractions together... A quick trip to the changing shack and I was poofed back into the Lady- about-town I had been when I came down to the beach. I was beginning to think that the wish was losing patience with me, no longer even waiting for me to attempt to change clothes before shoving me back into the red bustle dress with its ruffled crinoline skirt that made my rump look enormous and tight bodice complete with corset that put my huge rack on prominent display, straining the buttons of the dress. The broad hat was replaced with the mini-top hat, and my hair had been done up into a chignon. A tiny purse hung from my shoulder. I raised one of the flounced sleeves to straighten the hat and found my hand grasping a lady's parasol. I sighed. It made sense, it was turning into a sunny day and a lady needed shade. I breathed in the warm air. My old body would have been sweating already, especially under the heavy dress, but Chloe's body was always comfortably cool. That was one nice feature. Of course it didn't quite make up for everything. Anne led me back up the path towards the carriage and amid the throng of tourists we walked past it and into the street of the port city. The crowd kept the respectful distance set by the guards, but continued to snap photos of me as I walked. I put the lacy parasol up and stepped daintily along the cobblestone with as much dignity as I could muster with the skirt and boobs bouncing ridiculously before the cameras. I felt my babyish cheeks flush with embarrassment as I thought of that internet site and the comments that this would generate. Look at them titties! OMG, she is so pretty! You never think that girls wearing that old timey stuff could be hot, but damn! "The Voorhees's are the premier private dressmakers on the island," Anne gushed and I could make out a few of the female tourists around us taking notes. "They're easily on par with the royal clothiers. I managed to convince the Matron to allow me to commission your cotillion gown." "Oh," I managed. It was a sweet gesture, but the last thing I needed was yet another dress. Although I was getting used to the feeling of them pressed into my soft skin I was getting sick of all the attention that came frilly, poofy things that put my voluptuous hourglass figure on full display. Case in point: "Mommy, can we wait for her to come out of the shop?" "Honey, we'll see her tonight at the party. Do you still have the passes?" "Yeah! Princess Chloe is so pretty, Mommy! Daddy says she has real big boobies!" "What?!" I sighed as I lifted my skirt to climb the steps into the shop behind Anne. The bell attached to the door tinkled as we entered into a shop with wood floors and large windows full of dressing mannequins all covered with half-finished dresses, gowns and assorted undergarments. I bit my soft lip as my dress nudged up against a mannequin wearing what looked like a set of lingerie and noticed Anne blush a little upon seeing it too. An older man, bald, thin and wearing a pair of the thickest glasses I had ever seen plodded into the shop from a room in the back. He adjusted his spectacles and noticed me standing demurely in the shop entrance, hands folded in front of my soft belly, eyeing the lingerie nervously. "Emma!" he shouted. "Emma! Get out here, woman! We've got royalty!" Almost immediately he straightened, remembering his decorum and bowed to me. "Princess." I gave a begrudging nod of recognition at my hated title. "Lady Anne, I'm glad to see you again. But..." He looked at me. "I thought our... project was a secret until tonight." "Her Highness is feeling a little down. I was hoping that a look at her gown for tonight might cheer her up." A plump older woman came into the main shop from somewhere in the back, rubbing her hands on her apron. "Oh!" she curtsied upon seeing me standing there, clutching my cute little parasol. "Princess! Oh! You are going to look absolutely adorable in the gown we are making for you." I grumbled as I opened the clasp on my stupid dainty purse and held it out from under my boobs looking for my phone. "Making?" Anne sounded dismayed. "Not to worry, My Lady," the man said. "All of the components of the gown are ready, it will just take another hour or two to put it all together." Put it all together? What exactly were they planning on putting me in? I grasped my phone and found flicked it on as Anne kept talking with the dressmaker, I scrolled through my contacts until I found Tess smiling in front of one of her paintings. CHLOE: Anne says you've been talking with Deanna. What's going on? "It would help if we had some more accurate measurements," the man said. I was scarcely able to look up before the woman, who had somehow managed to sneak up beside me wrapped a measuring tape around my bust. I gasped as she tightened it over my sensitive nipples, bringing a tear to my eye as I squirmed, the tape sinking into my soft flesh. "Eighty-five centimeters. Your Highness is lucky!" I dropped the phone as a flush of embarrassment and arousal overcame me. "Anne!" I squeaked. "You give me your word that the gown will be delivered in time for Her Highness to prepare for her cotillion," Anne continued. Emma let the tape slip down to my waist and cinched it tight over my navel as I squirmed in her grasp. "Anne!" "Fifty six centimetres," Emma called. The man at the counter wrote down the measurements. "Of course, Lady Anne. We have been in this business for nearly forty years and we have never let a young lady down." I gasped and put a dainty hand to my mouth in an embarrassingly ladylike gesture as the woman ran the tape up underneath my crinoline, along the inside of my smooth, hairless thigh to my panties, calling out another measurement. "Let alone the Rose of Bereglast." "Anne!" I shouted. "Yes My Lady?" Anne said. Emma wrapped the tape around my thigh where a garter would be placed. I pulled away from her grasp, the hem of my skirt slipping over top of her head as I pulled back against the door, taking note of the tourists through the window who were waiting for me to come back out. "I'd like to go home, Anne," I complained in my spoiled princess voice. "Oh. Of course, Your Highness," Anne replied. I bent at my waist, leaning over the ruffles of my skirt to retrieve my phone, breasts rubbing together through the silk of my bodice as I plucked it from the floor. The notification LED was lit. A message from Tess, but, desperate to get out of the shop, through the crowd back to the palace I slipped it back into my tiny purse and along with Anne walked out into the growing crowd and back to the carriage. i was helped inside by one of the guards and sat in the rear of the vehicle, looking over the text from Tess, furrowing my girlish brow with confusion. TESS: Couple of words with Marcy. Checking on something. Don't worry your pretty little head over it. Have fun! "Tess," I muttered, adjusting my bustle underneath me. "What the hell is going on?" I was still wondering as I leaned my tiny form against the croquet mallet, trying to blow the drooping ribbon from my hat out of my face while thinking of a way to cover my silk covered bosom from the leers of the two men with whom Anne was negotiating. She laughed twice and touched one of the men on the arm as I grimaced at the field of wickets over the vista of my boobs. If I was looking for things that I was supposed to like about being Princess Chloe, being around men was not one of them. Especially the quote unquote noblemen of Bereglast. "I shall take the yellow and, of course Her Highness will take the red," Anne curtsied. The one who had been introduced to me as Mr. DeWalt locked eyes with her. "Then I guess our balls are black and blue." I stifled a feminine titter with a gloved hand. It was kind of funny, but the way he acted was just so pompous. I couldn't stand guys like that even when I was a guy, now that I had the body of cute, buxom girl... it was even worse. "Your Highness." Towering over me he took my hand and brought it to his thin lips. I was thankful for the lace of my gloves protecting my fair skin from actually feeling the kiss. I gave a nod, hoping we could just finish this farce and I could go back to fretting over being auctioned off to the highest bidder. I was going to get through this for Marcy's sake and save her the trouble of dealing with it in the future. His manservant, James took the blue croquet ball and placed it on the ground. He struck it towards one of the wickets. I suddenly realized that I had no idea how to play this game. "Do you play often, Princess?" Harold asked me as we waited. "I so rarely find the time," I managed in as polite a voice as I could with him staring at the outline of my boobs. He adjusted his waistcoat and crossed his hands before him, clearly trying to hide the reaction my body was causing in him. Anne placed her yellow ball on the grass in front of me and took her position. I studied the way she stood in her dress, planning to copy her movements when I came to it. I wondered how I was going to be able to see the ball underneath my skirts. "Never worry, Princess," he said. "If you require assistance, look no further." "Great," I muttered before catching myself and forcibly demuring. "Thank you, Mr. DeWalt." Do it for Marcy. Anne put the yellow ball a few centimeters from the blue one and frowned. Harold looked as if he was having trouble making the tiny bend to reach his ball with the mallet. He tapped the ball, striking the other two. He continued for another turn and then another after passing the ball through the wicket. I approached the red ball nervously. I had to stand back a little or lose the ball underneath my skirt. I had to bend over a little farther than I would if I was wearing something different, gripping the mallet tightly, and feeling my breasts slip forward in their corset cups. I tried to ignore the feeling of silk on my tender nipples as I pulled back the mallet and swung. The hem of my cursed skirt flicked up with the force of my swing. I lost sight of the ball, pulling too close to my legs. The mallet head bit into ground and sent a small tuft of dirt flying, causing my boobs to jiggle violently and my skirt to swish over my legs. A blush glowed on my face as I realized the surprise on Anne's face and the smirks at the sight of my bouncy body from the men. "Your Highness," Mr. Dewalt laughed. "If I may?" He didn't wait for my reply but instead straddled over my bustle, pressing into my back as he and grasped my wrists. I gasped as his large arms pressed into the sides of my breasts, pushing them up and together as he guided my hands. Clenching my teeth together I had to use all of my will to keep from freaking out as I felt him press my hands into my pelvis. I allowed him to move my hands with the mallet back and forth across the front of my dress, demonstrating in a way similar to using a putter. My puffy cheeks turned bright red as my boobs swayed, nipples becoming erect against the soft blouse, and warmth bubbled up inside me. Do it for Marcy. "You are most knowledgeable, Mr. DeWalt," I breathed as he released me. I felt ashamed for getting excited. I knew that it was just the motion and pressure, but that didn't change the feeling that it was completely wrong. I swallowed as he backed away and finally allowed me to tap the ball anxiously. It spun off to a vacant section of the lawn and I nervously stepped off to the side as DeWalt slid over to me once more. "You will become used to it, Your Highness," he smiled. I gripped the mallet in both hands until my knuckles were completely white. We played the game for nearly two hours and I managed to get better despite having to listen to double entendres and several lewd comments as the afternoon wore on. I could tell that even Anne was becoming a little uncomfortable as the men laid out story after story of their various exploits. I grimaced every time it was my turn, fearing the inevitable comment about playing with balls. As we finished it took every ounce of my willpower to keep from taking a swing at them both for their comment about the erect peg. I walked away angrily to the sound of DeWalt shouting that he would see me that night at my birthday celebration. "I think that went... well," Anne swallowed nervously. I grasped the ruffles of my skirt and angrily raised it to make the journey up the steps of the inner garden. I was painfully aware of my flushed cheeks and trembling painted lips that made me look ridiculously cute as a huffy girl. "I will not be a part of this!" I hissed back at her. Below the terrace I could hear the two men in the courtyard. "I will grant that her body is agreeable," James said. "Most agreeable," Harold replied. "But she seems a little frigid. And then there was her behaviour at the DeBoer wedding. You may be trapping a shrew." "James," Harold sighed. "Any shrew can be tamed. All it takes is persistence. Besides once the babies are on the way she will begin to settle." I scoffed, turned in a swirl of ruffles and bounced away towards the doors to the wing where my chambers were located. I could hardly believe that this was happening to me. "But, Your Highness," Anne said as she strode beside me. "You may not have a choice. His father is the owner of most of the mines in the islands. Nearly a fifth of the kingdom is beholden to him in some way. If he offers your parents will have to accept." I kept clicking my way toward the doors. I didn't care. All I wanted to do was hide under my blankets until Tess came back. Even if she had no good news. "Think of your sister!" Freezing where I stood I cursed. As long as they could get what they wanted out of me then they would leave Marcy to her own devices when it came to love. If I played along it might be a few months before any wedding would be possible. And from the way they talked there wasn't going to be any pre-wedding funny business. It might be long enough to find a way out of this princess world. I sighed deeply, my heart sinking. My slender hand in its stupid dainty lace glove grasped the latch of the door. Anne placed her own hand over top of it and for a moment I felt her warmth running up my arm and into my breast. "Come," she said. "It's time to get ready for your celebration. Everything will work out, you'll see. I know you will look wonderful in my dress." I sat, nude in the dressing room of the princess's chambers, primly on the chair with no back. The mirror displayed me as a timid but proper little lady with luxurious auburn hair draped over my slender shoulders and down onto the creamy skin of my bosomy chest with its peachy nipples. The tiny slip of a waist with its cute inwardly sloping navel shivered in the cold air. I folded my hands over my lap to block the view of my tender female region with its rosy labia. I batted my big green eyes and pouted my plush lips experimentally. "I really am a princess," I moaned quietly. Outside Anne and some of the maids were unpacking the dress that had arrived only half an hour earlier. The fact that it had to be unpacked from a crate was making me squirm where I sat. This was becoming a nightmare! I jumped in my seat as the door opened, my soft chest bobbing in place. I had expected Anne to attack me from behind, pulling some ridiculously poofy gown or painfully tight corset over my head. Instead, I was greeted by the Matron closing the door quietly behind her. Poised and measured she walked up next to me with an eerie calm. I had seen little of her over the past few weeks as she had been involved with Marcy, something which had worried me to no end. "Here we are," she said as I shivered timidly. "Really, I never imagined that we would actually arrive here. When you were younger you were always so eager to learn dance and needlepoint and be a lady. Then you grew older and... defiant. The Mainland got a hold of you. I thought we might have to perform an exorcism on you." I remained quiet. "But if you just do as I have instructed tonight you will be a blushing bride in no time and then a well kept wife and finally a beloved mother." A tiny groan issued from my lips, inaudible to the Matron but more than loud enough for me. "Now, let us prepare you for your ascent to womanhood." The Matron placed her hands on my shoulders. Trapped inside my hyper-feminine little form the groan turned into a whimper as the Matron called in several of the maids from outside. They set upon me with diabolic intensity, wrapping a white bodice with red trim around my torso and pulling on a set of laces in the back until my waist was crushed into a tiny waspish shape. I inhaled and my breasts rose together into wondrously pillowy cleavage as the maids tied the laces off. Unlike the previous gowns this one appeared to be strapless, fully baring my shoulders, arms and back, and, it was mostly white satin, only red along the neckline and along the sides. I gasped as one of the maids slipped lacy panties up my naturally hairless legs and another pulled a shimmering white glove over my slender left hand to the mid upper arm, quickly doing the same with the other arm. This was followed by a pair of white stockings and dainty red pumps. One of the maids tilted my head back and whisked a brush over my closed eyelids and another over my eyelashes. When I was allowed to open them again my eyes were shadowed with burgundy and thick fluttering lashes. She grasped my puffy cheeks, squeezing my lips outward before coating them with ruby lipstick. With my head immobilized and the maid's arm blocking my view of the mirror I could only see something going on behind me out of the corner of my mascaraed eye before I felt a brush running through my long dark auburn hair. When the maid moved aside I could see a pair of others holding what looked like a mass of white strands while a third weaved it into my hair. "Wha-" was all I could manage before a powder puff was applied to my face. The maids continued with my hair, building it upward, interwoven with the powdery white strands until a mound of white and red hair was standing on my head. A wisp of blush over my cheeks completed the makeup. As I was made to stand up a pearl choker was wrapped around my neck and a support belt was placed around the hips of the bodice. The door opened and Anne along with another maid began bringing in long, wide strips of satin and attaching them to the support belt around my hips. The strips curved outward at the bottom and at first I had no clue what function they were supposed to perform, but as more and more layers were added they began to look like flower petals. They were turning my lower half into an upside-down rose, blooming out from my curvy waist! A final layer of nascent petals made of taffeta and the illusion was complete. The rose bloomed out a full two metres in diameter, the edges of the petals swishing daintily over my ankles. The implication being that within the petals was something that could be... pollenated. "You look beautiful, Your Highness," Anne gushed. I stared at the girl in the mirror with her red and white hair piled high over the back of her head, ringlets falling around her blushing cheeks and then running down to the middle of her smooth back where it was tied with a big red ribbon. Her pillowy breasts jiggled as she moved, trying to get a glimpse of her dress in its entirety. "You truly are the rose of Bereglast," the Matron said stoically. I ran a hand over my pouty lips and another over my high hair, whimpering in defeat. "I am" The Bereglast Hold Grand Ballroom was, frankly, enormous. From where I stood at the two storey doors at its entrance I was having a difficult time making out the figures of the musicians whom Anne was directing in setting up their instruments about halfway down the length of the room. I adjusted the chiffon scarf I had wrapped around my back and under my arms, trying to nonchalantly cover up some of the side-boob showing around the cups of my bodice. I was made to stand at the entrance to the room where a thin walkway ran between the two massive doors and over top of a long trench that ran the entire circumference of the ballroom. A waist high divider made of clear plastic made certain that no one down in the trench could climb up into the ballroom. As I watched a stream of tourists began to fill up the trench, funnelled in from outside of the palace and enthusiastic about seeing the cotillion of the Princess of Bereglast. Flashes fired as I offered my hand to the gentlemen of Bereglast who were entering with their ladies. The women curtsied to me and the men kissed my gloved hand before entering the ballroom. I noticed most of their eyes darting over my boobs as they came in close. The women would comment on how beautiful I was. I swallowed and managed to ignore the feeling of being a doll on display. Mr. DeWalt approached wearing a tuxedo with tails. He removed his hat and I shuddered as he ran his eyes up and down my flowery body. "Good evening, Your Highness," he smiled as he took my hand. "You're looking very rosy this evening." Behind him I could make out the Matron coming down the stairs to the East wing so I forced myself to demure and thanked him before he moved on, eyes lingering over the porcelain skin my pushed up boobs. "Unca Kev!" For the first time in a long time I heard my real name being called... well, almost. As if out of a dream I saw the garnet clad form of my niece break away from the stern figure of the Matron and run towards me, lifting her skirts before her. The cone hat on top of her head trailed a streamer behind her as she collided with me, trying to wrap her arms around the petals of my skirt. "Unca Kev, I wanna go home!" she whimpered as I did the best I could to get down to her level, kneeling into the satin of the skirt. I resentfully admitted I was starting to enjoy the feeling of it on my bare upper thighs. I tried to ignore how ridiculous I felt as a super feminine girl being called uncle. I watched the Matron shuffling slowly towards us as Marcy tried to bury her face into my bosom and I tried to keep her at arm's length. "This lady keeps telling me that mommy's not really my mommy!" she sobbed. "I don't like her!" "I don't like her either, Marce," I whispered. "But we're going to have to pretend for now. You should call me Chloe for a little while, okay?" Marcy sniffed as the Matron towered over top of the two of us. "Okay. Thanks, Un- Chloe." She added: "You're a really pretty princess." I smiled weakly and ran my fingers through the ringlets at the side of my head. "She is, isn't she?" the Matron said. "Your sister is supremely beautiful. Princess Marcy, allow me to introduce you to the young man I've arranged to be your escort for the evening." I bit my lip as the Matron led Marcy away, leaving me alone to attempt to greet the remainder of the guests. I folded my hands over my waist and nodded respectfully as an older couple came towards the doors. I had thought that seeing Marcy again would reignite my anger at her for what she had done to me, but it only steeled my resolve to make sure no one made her go through what they were making me go through. I steeled myself in my big skirt and big hair, exhaling as I tried to get an objective feeling of my female body, of the softness of my hated boobs and of the smoothness between my legs. I was beginning to get a weird tickle in the back of my mind that said all of the jiggling and the hair brushing over my bare back was not entirely unusual. Again the idea that all of the female hormones coursing through my veins were starting to mess with my head caused a nervous fluttering in my stomach. As the tourists milled around snapping photos of me I saw a blonde head poking out below a waving hand. I peered through the plastic with its firing flashes and saw the eyes of my sister Deanna peeking over the floor. Looking around to be certain that the last of the guests were inside and that the Matron was occupied with Marcy... I grumbled in a feminine little fume when I saw the boy she was introducing Marcy to was at least thirteen. I shuffled over, unable to lift enough of the massive petalled petticoats to allow me to walk normally, clutching the translucent scarf around my fleshy bosom until it strained to keep my unruly boobs in place. The flashes increased in frequency as I waddled over, flowery skirts whooshing and breasts bouncing against the silk scarf. I knelt beside the clear plastic and looked at Deanna's tired, frightened eyes in between the flashes I was certain were attempting to catch my breasts. As she fought to keep her place amidst the shouting throng Deanna slipped a folded up mass of paper between the plastic and the floor. I bent over at the waist, trying to keep my hair from falling all out of place and my boobs from slipping over the top of my neckline. Unfolding the paper I found a sketch of myself, my princess self dancing in a lavish swirling dress, my head tilted back and feminine face bearing a large, happy smile. My partner was a smaller man dressed in formal wear, only his back shown, with his face hidden. I had no problem identifying the style of the sketch, but just in case there was a message scrawled over the sketch: "Happy birthday, Princess! Try to act surprised. -Tess" As I folded up the sketch a loud processional blared through the ballroom. I tried to shout to Deanna and from the looks of things she was trying to shout back, but the noise of the instruments, coupled with the crowd yelling at me made it impossible to hear anything. I looked at Deanna's eyes once more, pursed my plush lips. The bodice of the dress was too tight to allow me to slip the paper into my cleavage without it showing. I managed instead to place it in a fold under one of the front outer petals. I crossed my hands over my front demurely to keep the paper in place as I walked into the ballroom along a plush red carpet along which had gathered the crowd of guests. Deanna followed me anxiously along the trench as I stepped, looking every bit the lady with my eyes cast down in shame at the feeling of all the eyes in the room on me and my flowery gown. I hugged the thin scarf to my soft breasts, trying to hide behind it as well as I was able as the crowd began applauding. My cheeks turned the same colour as my billowing skirt as I approached a small set of stairs leading up to a dais at the head of the ballroom. On top of this dais were a pair of thrones. I had been honing my princess skills at the cotillions of several other ladies around the islands and at the beginning the girl - in this case me - was to present herself to the guests and to her parents. I could feel the eyes of the first upon me, but the second were conspicuously absent. I jumped slightly, making my dress rustle and my boobs jiggle as a battery of men along the side of the room began playing loud trumpets. My girlish heart fluttered in my chest as a pair of doors behind the thrones opened and the mysterious King and Queen of Bereglast, my adopted(?) parents, entered the chamber. For some reason I was expecting them to be - like - celestial beings or monsters or something, but the two of them were just people: A man with greying brown hair, dressed in a traditional waistcoat with fur trimming the lapels and neck and a woman with fiery red hair and a green dress nowhere nearly as elaborate as Anne's thoughtful but bulky gift. The two of them took their places regally in the thrones as the guests and tourists off to the sides applauded. I sank into a curtsy, feeling the satin of the rose petals slip over my smooth thighs as the gown billowed up around me. I was very much conscious of being the center of attention as I rose back up, the flashing of cameras from the gallery capturing the humiliation of my feminine body and dress. Although they said nothing, the King and Queen nodded with parental approval and I clicked my heels back into place, restoring balance to my huge dress with one last bounce. I hugged the scarf around my fleshy bosom in an attempt to keep it under control, biting my pouty lip as I swirled around. Anne broke away from the throng of guests and handed me an embossed card which contained the list of my dance partners for the evening. I blew out a breath from my puffy girl cheeks as I glanced at it. I recognized most of the names on the list as men I had encountered at other balls around the islands. But at the top of the list was a name that I was not looking forward to seeing again. I handed the long list back to Anne and nearly before I knew what was happening I was pulled by my dainty little hand on to the marble dancefloor and found myself standing before the tall lanky form of Harold DeWalt. I grit my teeth as I reluctantly curtsied before him, keeping my eyes fixed on him to make sure he wasn't staring at my breasts. He wrapped an arm around my tiny waist and pulled me in, pressing my satin clad pelvis into his thighs and my boobs into his lower chest, making them bulge spectacularly. I blushed and he laughed. "If you're enjoying yourself, princess, we could waltz every night." I tried to ignore the way the pressure against the top of my skirt was starting to make the warmth bubble up inside of my female body as he pushed into me with the start of the music. I desperately pulled away, which he took to be just part of the dance. "I've made my offer to your parents," he said. "Our wedding shall be the most talked about for years to come. You shall make a most beautiful bride." I whimpered as I felt his hand run down my hip and over my rump. Though how he could feel anything through the layers of soft rose petals was beyond me. I could barely feel his hand. As he wheeled me backwards I could see a long line of men waiting to talk with the King and the Queen. Small pouches of money were rolled around in the hands of several of them. Amid the swirls of my skirt as I was twirled about I could see yet another one entering cautiously through one of the side doors and walking toward the end of the line, wearing what looked like a naval uniform. Did Bereglast have a navy? I inhaled sharply as the satin settled back over my legs sensually. Truth be told I was actually beginning to enjoy the feelings of dancing as a girl. Floating around the room with soft satin slipping over my thighs was causing my female body to go into overdrive. The only drawback was that I was with a man. I missed practising with Anne, pressing her soft flesh into mine. That was something to like about being a girl. Men just ruined the whole thing. DeWalt continued to hold me too close throughout the remainder of the dance, my flowery dress spilling over his legs and my breasts smooshed against him I had to fight to remain calm until the dance was over. The conflict between enjoying the sensation of being Chloe and detesting the social and (gulp) sexually necessities that went along with it was becoming greater as the moment of my inevitable engagement approached. The dance finally came to an end and DeWalt reluctantly released my supple waist. I inhaled deeply, making my boobs heave upward. Anne was at my side, checking the dance card and before I knew what was going on I was passed to another man. He pulled my tiny body too close as well. I closed my eyes and groaned as he placed his chin on my poofed up hair, feeling the softness of my large breasts press together as I breathed. After nearly an hour and five partners later I was out of breath and dying to rearrange my boobs in their cups. Fortunately a short break in the proceedings was called for the musicians to tend to their hands and for guests to refill their drinks. I looked longingly at the glasses of wine circulating. Wearing this huge gown, big hair and being groped demanded alcohol of some kind, but after what had happened last time I had cut myself off. I blew out a soft breath and took a small glass of water from a passing waiter who bowed deferentially to me. I tried to find an angle at which I couldn't be seen adjusting my horribly awkward breasts, but as the centre of attention at the celebration I was bombarded by people telling me how pretty I looked. I modded with fake appreciation while begging to just fade into the background. "This is quite a soiree, Your Highness," a voice said from beside me. I could see Anne's brow furrow as I twirled - the petals of my blooming skirt billowing - to see who was speaking to me. I caught a glimpse of a thin body dressed in what I recognized at the naval uniform I had seen one of the suitors wearing before. It bulged outward at the hips and the chest and as I looked up, feeling the choker pull tight around my neck I heard Anne blurt out: "Lady Tess, what are you doing?" It was Tess. She was dressed in the tight white uniform that tried but failed to conceal her more feminine traits. The epaulets on her shoulders made them seem a little more broad but the tightness of the clothes betrayed her softer features. Though she had cut her already short hair her pouting lips and small nose marked her as a woman. "I get so few opportunities to wear this thing. It's been sitting in my closet gathering dust." "This is totally inappropriate," Anne hissed. "Especially for a royal Lady in waiting. You are embarrassing Her Highness." "I don't think what I'm wearing is what's embarrassing her." I sank down into my girlish form, looking with humiliation at my expansive cleavage and flaring skirt. With the strength of a hurricane the Matron stormed over to the three of us. At first I thought she was going to grab Tess by the ear and haul her from the ballroom herself, but she checked her anger upon noticing the attention of the guests drawing in around us. Several murmurs from the trench of tourists accompanied her wrinkled face screwing into a scowl. "I knew it was a mistake to allow a girl from the Mainland into the court!" Her voice was like a brick, devoid of any of her usual refinement. "Girl? I'm twenty eight." "You're dressed like a disgrace!" "At least I can walk." "Anne, did you know about this?" The Matron tried to lower her voice to allay some of the suspicions of those who were looking over. "I-I," Anne stammered. "No, Matron! I would never-" "What's going on down there, Matron." a voice boomed from up on the dais. The Matron froze for a moment. "I am dealing with a small matter, Your Majesty," she replied. "There will be no further interruptions." "See that there aren't. Our daughter's engagement is paramount." "If you won't leave of your own will, I will find someone to remove you," she threatened Tess. "You do that," Tess responded angrily as the Matron stormed off towards one of the guards watching over the tourists in the trench. "Lady Tess, please," Anne begged. "One second, robot." Tess placed a hand on my bare s