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Once Upon a Trans: Cinderella
Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a wealthy lord in
blissful happiness with his wife and young son. One day, however, the
wife grew sick and died shortly afterwards. The lord married again and
soon they were a whole family once more with the young boy gaining a
stepmother and two stepsisters. Everything was fine and all seemed happy
until, after around a year of marriage, the father sickened too and soon
he died as well, leaving all his wealth and lands to his new wife and
entrusting her to care for his son just as she did her own two daughters
that she had brought to the marriage.
As soon as her husband was out of the picture, however, and her fortune
secured, the stepmother showed her true wicked colors. She had no need
of the boy, who she saw as standing in the way of her daughters' wealth
and happiness. Therefore, she made sure that her innocent stepson was
forced to live a life of poverty and servitude, while she and her
daughters attended the finest dinners and balls.
The son, whose real name we will not bother to remember here as his
stepmother and stepsisters did not, instead became known only by a
nickname: Cinders, so called because he spent so much time on his knees
sweeping the ash and cinders from the fireplace so that the pampered
women of the house could have a warm fire whenever they wanted, even in
the height of summer.
Cinders' wicked stepmother cared about one thing more than any other:
getting her daughters married off like her to a man much richer and more
important than them. The only trouble was that Cinders' stepsisters were
as unattractive in physical looks as they were in personality, which had
thus far stood in the way of their receiving any male attention at all.
Luckily for them, they had Cinders, the house serving boy, on whom to
take out their frustration at this turn of events.
They would come home from yet another ball, once again rejected and
ignored by men, and summon Cinders to their bedroom. They would make him
get to his knees as one stepsister pulled up her skirt to reveal her
unloved womanhood, which she would then make her servile stepbrother
bury his face in. Cinders would lick along his ugly stepsister's wet
slit, invading her with his tongue while the second stepsister was busy
too.
She would tear off her stepbrother-cum-plaything's rough sackcloth
clothing, baring his naked behind that stuck up in the air, more smooth
and pert than her own. With Cinders' face buried between one
stepsister's thighs, the other would don a leather harness around her
waist and attach a large leather prosthetic. Kneeling behind her servile
stepbrother, she would part his cheeks and penetrate him with her
leather member, screwing him hard to take out all her frustrations while
Cinders lapped at her sister's womanly parts.
Cinders of course found all of this deeply humiliating. That did not
stop his own male part becoming a stiff as a rod every time one of his
grumpy stepsisters thrust their prosthetic into his backside. The worst
part of all was that, if his stepsisters using and screwing him left him
spilling his own seed all over the floor of the bedroom, then they would
make sure that Cinders was reminded of his role in keeping the house
nice and neat and tidy, so would make sure he got down and cleaned up
the sticky juices with his tongue.
And this was how life now was in the house that Cinders' rich father had
once owned, where he had once been due to inherit but now was stuck
living the life of a used and abused servant. This was how it was, at
least, until the prince's ball.
This was to be the biggest social event that the kingdom had seen in a
generation. The young and charming prince, seeking a princess for his
bride, was throwing a ball of unimaginable extravagance and every
wealthy and eligible lady in the kingdom and beyond was to be invited.
It was all that anyone talked about and, of course, Cinders' wicked
stepmother and her two ugly daughters were determined to attend and
determined to be the ones to snag themselves a handsome prince.
The weeks leading up to the ball involved Cinders painstakingly hand
sewing beautiful ball gowns for both his stepsisters, dresses that would
be attractive enough to catch the eye of any man and, hopefully, draw
attention away from the deficits present in the wearer. Whenever he made
a mistake, Cinders' stepsisters would be sure to be on hand to correct
and punish him. In fact, as their tense frustration grew in the days
before the ball, there were even more days in which they took their
frustration out with their strapon leather member tearing into Cinders'
sore behind.
Cinders himself, though, a poor servant in a sackcloth tunic, had no
chance of securing an invite to the event of the decade. Someone like
him would be woefully out of place amongst the most eligible maids of
the kingdom. Nevertheless, with all the talk of the ball everywhere,
Cinders found it hard not to imagine what such a glorious extravagant
event might be like. More and more Cinders began to think that if he had
one wish then it would be to attend the ball and gaze on all the
gorgeous women in their finery. Maybe one would even notice him and,
with a beautiful wealthy wife by his side, he could leave the service of
his wicked stepmother and ugly stepsisters for good.
Of course, it is no good simply wishing your problems away and waiting
for them to solve themselves. No good, that is, unless you are such a
good soul as to be blessed with a fairy godmother watching over you.
Fortunately for young Cinders, he was just such a good soul.
On the night of the ball, Cinders helped to dress his stepsisters in
their fine gowns and assisted them into the carriage, sighing in
disappointment as they drove off towards the palace and the night of
their lives, while he was left to dust and clean around the house. Just
as he let out a sigh, however, there was a sprinkle of blue fairy dust
and, in a flash, a fairy appeared. With soft, pale skin, long silver
hair and an elegant and slender body, the fairy was the most beautiful
creature that Cinders had seen. It was dressed just in underwear: a
bright blue corset and stockings and the hoops of crinoline underskirts,
parted at the front, and waved a sparkling wand. Despite the clothing
and the pretty feminine flutter of the fairy's eyelashes, it was very
obvious to Cinders that this was a male fairy from the prodigious
manhood that hung between its stockinged legs.
"Who are you?" said Cinders, aghast.
"Why, I'm your fairy godmother," the fabulous creature replied in a sing
song voice, "and I'm here to make your wishes come true."
"Oh, I do wish that I could go to the prince's ball," said Cinders.
"And how much do you wish it?" said the fabulous fairy with an
extravagant gesture with his wand. "What would you do in order to go?"
"Oh, I'd do anything," said Cinders. "Anything at all!"
"Well, that's good," said the fairy, "because my wand needs a little bit
of encouragement to give out its magic."
Waving the wand in his hand, the fairy godmother gestured to the
thicker, throbbing wand between his legs. Cinders knew what the fairy
wanted of him. He dropped down on his knees and began to stroke the
fairy's strong thick shaft, getting it harder, bigger and thicker in his
hand. Cinders opened his mouth and soon he was swallowing fairy meat,
bobbing his head back and forth, lapping his tongue around the warm
hardness.
"There you go, honey, you're a natural," the fairy said in his fabulous
sing song voice as the servant boy blew his fairy wand and tickled his
balls.
And with that the fairy exploded all over Cinders. His throbbing veiny
wand shot magical sticky love juice in Cinders' face, all over his hair,
across his chest, everywhere. And, wherever it hit, the sparkly spunk
began to transform the serving boy. His body changed right there, his
face becoming softer and rounder, lips fuller and redder. His strawberry
blonde hair grew out into a long feminine style. His body too began to
transform, his legs became shapely and smooth, his waist narrowed as his
hips widened, his chest pushed out into two perfect, round orbs. In
fact, in the moment of being covered in fairy ejaculate, the anonymous
looking serving boy had had his whole body transformed into that of a
beautiful young woman. Well, almost his whole body. His own stiff wand
remained between his legs, a constant reminder of the man he really was.
The bodily transformation complete, the fabulous fairy waved his other
wand, the sparkling one that he held in his hand, and in a moment
Cinders was being magically wrapped in clothing. His newly busty chest
was laced into a pastel blue corset by unseen forces, silk stockings
slid up his legs and gloves up his arms. A moment later, a beautiful
ball gown appeared around Cinders' feminised body. It was pastel blue
with a narrow waist, a wide skirt and puffy sleeves and looked even
better than any ball gown Cinders had seen before.
"What have you done to me?" said the serving boy, shocked by his new
feminine form.
"Well, the ball's for all the eligible maids of the kingdom," said the
fairy. "You're going to have to look like one to attend."
Cinders could not deny the truth in the fairy's comments. It would
indeed be the only way for a stranger to attend the prince's ball for
that stranger to have the appearance of a nubile young beauty. He would
have to deal with being feminised for the night. The fabulous fairy,
meanwhile, assured him that the transformation was for this night only.
At the stroke of midnight, Cinders' feminised body would return to its
normal state, his beautiful clothes would go back to sackcloth. As the
fairy handed Cinders the final part of his ensemble, a pair of sparkling
glass slippers for his stockinged feet, he warned the serving boy to pay
attention to the passage of time and not get caught out.
Arriving by carriage at the ball, Cinders was swept up in a world beyond
his normal imagining, of elegant extravagance. He knew that he could
never say that his name was "Cinders" and so told the page that opened
the door to the ballroom and announced the guests to announce him as
"Lady Ella". Cinders couldn't help but blush and feel flattered when, as
the announcement went out and he tottered in his glass heels into the
room, a thousand eyes turned to eye "Ella" up in her beautiful blue gown
and comment approvingly.
In the room she soon spotted her wicked stepmother and ugly stepsisters,
stuck in a corner where none of the beautiful, elegant ladies wished to
talk to them. He began to wonder whether his own nubile feminine form
would be sufficient to attract the interest of one of the many gorgeous
princesses, countesses and ladies in attendance. In fact, he was so
focused on gawping at all the sensual female forms in the room that he
did not notice that someone had come up beside him.
"I don't think I've had the pleasure... Lady Ella, is it?" came a male
voice that startled Cinders and made him turn with a jump to see the man
next to him.
It was the prince himself, a perfect specimen of handsome manhood in a
pristine white jacket and yellow sash. His eyes looked approvingly over
the new guest, a hungry sparkle in them. He took Cinders-Ella by the
gloved hand and insisted that the beautiful lady joined him on the
dancefloor. He was the prince and this event was all for him and he
wouldn't take no for an answer. Cinders had no choice but to accept and
soon found himself the center of all attention as the prince twirled him
around the shining dancefloor, showing off his latest conquest for all
to see in a mix of admiration and envy.
"You are not like all the other ladies here, Ella," the prince said to
her. "So new and innocent and so much more beautiful. You must come with
me somewhere more private."
Once again, Cinders knew that it would be futile to resist the command
of a prince at his own ball, therefore he had no choice but to be led by
the hand away from the party and into the long corridors of the palace
toward a private chamber. Once inside, the prince's fa?ade of
gentlemanly consideration disappeared. He became a man consumed by
lustful passion. His hands were all over Cinders' feminised body as he
pulled the serving boy-turned-lady into a passionate kiss. Before long
the beautiful ball gown that Cinders had been magicked into had been
unlaced and shed on the floor like the cheap dress of a common whore.
In spite of never before feeling a desire for a man, Cinders felt swept
up in the moment, in the whole night. It had been an incredible evening
at the ball and the prince was an incredible man. Pressed in the
prince's arms, with his passionate lips kissing across his neck, his
eager hands fondling at "Ella's" chest beneath the elegant corset,
Cinders felt almost like the lady he was pretending to be and could not
help the urge to be taken by the prince right then and there. It must
have been the magic going to his head.
Still, he just about kept his head enough to realise that pretty soon
the prince would notice that, out of the ball gown and beneath the hoops
of "her" underskirt, "Ella" had a stiffening rod in her own pastel blue
panties.
In this moment, Cinders knew just what to do. Pushing the prince away
momentarily, he dropped to his knees. If both his ugly stepsisters and
fabulous godmother had taught him anything, it was that submissive oral
attention was the way to handle a sticky situation. The prince seemed to
agree, as he was only too happy for Cinders to unbuckle his red pants
and pull them around his ankles, freeing the princely sword that hung
between his legs.
In just a few moments, Cinders, the magically feminised serving boy, was
sucking on the masculinity of the charming prince, heir to the whole
kingdom, and giving head like the professional courtesans the prince was
probably used to. Cinders tried every trick he could imagine to keep the
prince focused on reaching his climax in Cinders' mouth, not thinking to
try his luck any further: he stroked the shaft and fondled the balls,
licked all over it, tonguing the glistening head, swallowed as much
right down his throat as he could, all while the prince was encouraging
"Lady Ella" along in language that was far from the "charming" talk for
which he was known.
Finally, the prince could hold back no longer and dumped a sticky load
in "Ella's" mouth and Cinders swallowed for all that he was worth,
sucking up sloppy, sticky prince juices as if it was the greatest gift a
royal had ever bestowed upon a commoner like him.
If Cinders thought that that was the end of the prince's attentions,
however, he was wrong. The prince clearly had incredible stamina and
recovery ability, because in minutes his lustful hunger was back and
still desperate to be satisfied by the innocent young beauty that he had
picked out from the ball. His hands were now all over "Ella's" body,
removing the hooped underskirt and grasping for Cinders' crotch and the
serving boy's hidden hard secret.
Cinders, for his part, was fully in the moment. If he could have, he
would have let the prince completely have his way with his whole
feminised body. He was charmed and entranced in a way that his old male
life had never given him, so much so that he did little to stop the heir
to the kingdom from groping between Cinders' legs. At the exact moment
that the prince grasped his hand around something unexpected, however,
Cinders snapped out of it. He heard the palace clock begin to chime for
midnight and knew that he had stayed too long.
With a question still forming itself on the prince's lips, Cinders
pushed him away, and grabbed at his flowing blue ball gown, wrapping it
clumsily around himself and making a dash for the door. The prince
needed a few seconds to gather his thoughts, but was soon chasing after,
desperate to catch this entrancing, alluring and, let's face it,
confusing beauty and begin to understand her secrets.
Dashing down the steps of the palace, Cinders heard the clock strike for
the twelfth time and felt his body begin to change back to its male
form. His ample bosom shrank back into his male chest, shapely legs
returned to their more muscular form, his narrow waist and wide hips
returned to flatness. All the while, his ball gown turned back to its
original sackcloth. Stumbling on the stairs, he had no choice but to
kick away one of the fairy's elegant glass slippers and keep on running
before his full masculinity returned.
A few seconds behind, the prince saw nothing of the beautiful lady that
he had chased onto the stairs. The only human figure he could see
anywhere around was a peasant servant in sackcloth, presumably dashing
to wait on their master. Glancing down the steps however, he found that
the Lady Ella had left one thing behind: one of her delicate glass
slippers. With this, the prince vowed, he would find that strange and
wonderful woman and make her his bride.
While the prince was unable to take his mind off the beautiful maid that
he had enjoyed a moment of passion with on the night of the ball, and
could not help thinking about whatever it was he felt when he fondled at
her panties, Cinders had returned to his usual life of servitude around
the house. Naturally, his stepsisters had returned from the ball angry
and annoyed that they had not only failed to catch the eye of the
prince, they had achieved no interest from any of the available and
eligible young men.
Of course, this then led to them, as usual, taking their frustration out
on Cinders. This time, however, their serving boy stepbrother didn't
mind so much being held down and having his backside torn into by the
thrusting, driving, plowing of the prosthetic leather member. That was
because Cinders was drifting off into reveries in which he once again
had that magically feminised body and it was the handsome and charming
prince that was screwing his tight hole for all he was worth. Needless
to say, Cinders was easily driven over the edge by this thought and soon
found himself having to clean the floor with his tongue once more. As he
lapped up his juices, though, he was reminded of swallowing similar from
the prince's manhood and his fond fantasies continued.
It was a few days later that Cinders' wicked stepmother discovered that
the prince was searching the land, going door to door with the glass
slipper, desperately seeking out a mystery woman from the ball to make
his wife. She had also heard that he was having no luck at any of the
grand houses and palaces that he had visited as the glass slipper was
proving surprisingly large to fit the dainty feet of the ladies of the
land. She had always known, she thought, that her daughters' big ugly
feet could be their saving grace and so waited in eager anticipation for
the prince to arrive at their door so that he could try the slipper on
one of her daughters and, when it fit, be forced to marry them.
Finally the day came and the two ugly sisters were dressed in their
fanciest finery. Cinders, in his sackcloth, was ushered from the room.
"The prince is looking for a wife," said his stepmother, "when he comes
calling for a useless servant, we'll let you know."
The prince seemed a little unsure about letting either of this
household's homely young women try on the fantastical glass slipper, but
he had promised to visit every home and try the shoe on every eligible
young woman in the kingdom. So, agreeing with their mother's assertion
that, if the shoe were to fit, he would agree to marry her daughter
immediately, the prince came forward and tried the shoe on first one
then the other ugly sister. Even they, however, did not have the feet to
fit the shoe, although it seemed closer than it had for some of the
other ladies that the prince had visited.
Breathing a sigh of relief, the prince took the shoe from the sisters,
who struggled to give it up, and decided to set off for the next house
on his itinerary. As he descended the steps of Cinders' home, however,
the prince tripped, dropping the shoe and sending it tumbling down the
stairs. There, on the bottom step, was Cinders, who quickly caught the
falling glass shoe before it had a chance to hit the hard marble at the
foot of the steps and shatter into a thousand pieces. The prince looked
up to see the dirty faced serving boy standing below him, the sparkling
glass slipper in his hand, and got a slightly weird feeling, a feeling
like he had seen this boy before and, moreover, that he was somewhat
delighted to see him again.
"Return that shoe to me, boy," the prince said, "for it belongs to the
woman I desire more than any other. Whoever that shoe fits, that is the
one I shall marry."
Hearing this, and acting rather on instinct, Cinders put the shoe down
on the floor and slid his foot neatly into it. The glass slipper,
magically conjured up to be a perfect fit for his masculine feet, while
making them appear perfectly dainty and feminine, slipped on like a
glove. No shoe could have so perfectly matched its wearer for size and
yet been so incongruous in style, the elegant, feminine crystal heel
contrasting terribly with the dirty faced boy in cheap cloth.
"It fits," said the prince aghast. "Then it's you, Lady Ella. But how?
You look so different. Why are you hiding out as a servant boy?"
"I am a servant boy," said Cinders. "This is the real me, not the
beautiful lady."
"Well, a beautiful lady you will be soon," said the prince, "If I am to
marry you. I am a man of my word and my word was that whoever the shoe
fit would be my bride. I am the prince of this land and my word is law."
Cinders could offer no objection, not that he wanted to, and so agreed,
in spite of all impediments, to marry the prince. And, as he did so, he
felt the fabulous fairy godmother's magic spread from the glass slipper,
the last vestige of the previous spell, and throughout his body. First
his legs regained "Lady Ella's" shapely, smooth form, then his hips
developed a sensual curve, his waist narrowed, one after the other his
chest popped out into perfect round breasts, and finally his messy face
transformed into the elegant beauty of a nubile young woman with full
lips and long strawberry blonde hair.
The prince was delighted to see the lady of his dreams returned to him,
so delighted in fact that, right there on the steps of "her" home, he
embraced and passionately kissed his "Ella", tearing Cinders' grubby
former servant's clothes from her body until Cinders stood there naked
on the steps except for the one glass slipper. Now the prince could
appraise her perfect curves completely, but his eyes widened in surprise
when he realised the secret on which he had almost stumbled on the night
of the ball: Cinders may have become Ella almost from head to toe, but
there was one part that remained manly and that part was stiffening
firmer and harder.
In full view of the whole household, the wicked stepmother and
stepsisters shocked to see their servant and plaything so transformed,
the charming prince dropped to his knees as any suitor should when
proposing marriage. Instead of offering up a ring, though, he took the
feminised servant's throbbing member in his hand and directed it towards
his lips. Just as Cinders had done on the night of the ball, now the
prince returned the favour. Soon he was licking at the whole veiny
length of it, swallowing the shaft even as he stroked it, until his
future princess shot a sparkling load right into his princely mouth.
The prince and his unusual princess - half beautiful woman, half horny
man, a mix of Cinders and Ella - were married the following week with
Cinders-Ella in a beautiful sparkling white gown. That night they danced
together once more as they had on the night of the ball before, once
more, the prince took his well hung princess away to a private chamber.
This time, however, the prince was determined to go all the way with his
new bride.
He bent Princess Ella over the bed and pulled up the wide skirts of her
bridal gown. Dropping his pants, he pulled out his already erect member
and spread his princess' legs. Her own similar staff was already
similarly stiff, but jumped to an even greater state of arousal as her
prince slowly slid his erect hardness up her tight behind. As Prince
Charming plowed into her tight hole, Ella moaned and sighed like the
newly married princess she had become, but her quivering, throbbing
manhood hardened like the servant boy she once was. Still shafting her
backside, the prince reached around and grasped Ella's hardness in his
hand, stimulating both together until they both reach a joyous climax
near simultaneously, filling each other's ass and hand with sticky love.
And that happy ending was just the first of many for Princess Cinders-
Ella and her prince, who you can be sure lived very happily ever after
that.
THE END
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