The Princess's Naughty Secret 2
The light that slipped into the room lightly tickled my eyelids. When I pushed the covers aside and sat up, I found myself surrounded by a chamber so extravagantly appointed it might have stepped straight out of a fairy tale.
Sheer white curtains enclosed the canopy bed, and beyond them the warm glow of dawn was already filtering in. When I lifted my fingers to my head, the hair that met them was nothing like my own. It felt like the softest silk, sliding effortlessly between my fingers.
I lowered my gaze.
What lay before me were my legs. Only they were not my legs at all—smooth, slender, utterly hairless, the legs of a woman. My eyes traveled upward along them and found I was wearing a slip trimmed with delicate white frills. And then I saw my own body: soft, rounded hills that rose and fell gently with every breath I took.
I looked up. Even the pillows and sheets on the bed were different. Luxurious silk linens edged in white lace and frills felt utterly foreign against my skin.
"...Is this a dream, or am I awake?"
I had already lived a long life—sixty years of it. Yet every sensation blooming through this new body felt startlingly, intoxicatingly fresh. A faint dread stirred at the edges of my mind, but curiosity, far stronger, pulled me forward.
The silk gliding beneath my fingertips, the unfamiliar contours of the body beneath it—everything was alien. Carefully I rose from the bed and crossed to the great mirror hanging by the door.
I looked at the reflection. It was not me. The glass might as well have been enchanted, for it offered me an entirely different face.
Cascading silver-white hair brushed my shoulders as softly as moonlight, silk-smooth yet catching the light so that it seemed to glow from within. The face itself was small and delicate, fine as a sculptor's masterpiece: a high forehead, slender brows, a dainty upturned nose, and small lips tinted the soft pink of flower petals. What master craftsman could ever have achieved such perfect harmony?
And the eyes... those eyes held a beauty no artwork could capture. Jade-green irises, deep and clear and luminous. Looking into them, I felt as though I had come face to face with the goddess of beauty herself.
None of it made sense. The exquisite figure in the mirror was unmistakably mine, yet what stared back was not the aged wizard I had been, but a breathtaking imperial princess.
"This... ah... this really isn't a dream, is it?"
I stepped closer to the glass.
"Is this... truly my body now? Have I really become a princess?"
I toyed with the slip, murmuring to myself, then gently lifted the hem.
"Heh heh heh... to think the princess would look so disheveled..."
I dragged a chair before the mirror and sat, spreading my legs wide so that everything between them was fully visible.
"From this angle I can see it all clearly... that's the clitoris there... and that's the entrance... ah! It's so sensitive."
My fingers explored with careful certainty. The virgin princess's passage looked impossibly tight; her clitoris was tiny. Yet both sang with delicate sensation. Above them, full white breasts rose, tipped with pink nipples standing stiff as flower buds. When I brushed those peaks, a dizzying pleasure shot through me.
"Heh heh... nice..."
I cupped both breasts and kneaded them gently. Through Princess Adelia's hands the soft, yielding flesh filled my palms. My breathing roughened.
"Hahaha—so a woman gets aroused just from touching here..."
I could feel Adelia's body temperature climbing. Eyes half-lidded, I continued caressing my breasts and the cleft between my thighs, savoring every new sensation. The knowledge that this beautiful body was mine pulled me deeper and deeper.
In the mirror the princess watched herself with narrowed eyes, languidly stroking her breasts and sex, lost in the pleasure she was giving herself. My clumsy fingers found places I had never known, and a strange, thrilling feeling bloomed.
My sex began to grow wet. I had known women became slick when aroused, but I had never imagined I would experience it myself.
"So this is what it feels like when a woman gets wet? Hmm..."
I touched the fluid, then brought my fingers to my lips. It tasted faintly tart. Spreading my thighs a little wider, I examined the soft folds. When my fingertip brushed the clitoris again, a shock of sensation far stronger than before raced from my hips outward in dazzling sparks.
"Aha... so this is... how Her Highness feels it...!"
The wetness increased. The place I touched stung faintly, yet the sting was delicious. I rolled the little bud between my fingers and simply enjoyed. My lower body was thoroughly soaked now; slickness had even begun to coat the entrance itself.
"This much should be fine, right?"
Slowly I parted the folds, coated a fingertip in my own juices, and tapped the swollen pearl.
"Ah—!"
There was no pain—only the most intense pleasure I had ever known. My eyelids fluttered; my toes curled. Strength fled my limbs and I slumped back against the chair. This was entirely new.
"Nngh... nngh... nngh... nngh..."
Lost in bliss, I drooled onto my own breasts. Silver hair clung to the sweat on my back. That sensation only drove me harder; I abandoned myself to the lewd act, focusing on nothing else.
Slowly, surely, I climbed toward climax. The rising wave felt similar to the orgasms I had known as a man—until the moment the clitoris itself began to pulse.
"Ah... no... ah... ah... ah... ah... ah!"
White light flared across my vision. My body answered only to my fingers.
"It's too much... it feels too good— is a woman's pleasure like this...?"
The climax swept through every inch of me and refused to stop until my hands and feet finally stilled. Overwhelming ecstasy left me paralyzed; I toppled slowly backward.
"Haa... haa... hnnngh..."
Exhausted, I stared at the ceiling. Between my thighs, fluid had burst forth as though something inside me had exploded. The rapturous pleasure I had never known as a man slowly receded, and in its wake unfamiliar memories brushed through my mind—memories that felt like childhood secrets long buried.
Playing childish pranks with my older brother... the shy embarrassment of first changing clothes in front of him... the moment I lost my heart to the grand duke who had been my first love...
"These... these are Princess Adelia's memories, aren't they?" I murmured in astonishment. They were so vivid it was as if I myself had lived every second. Delicate emotions a sixty-year-old nobody of a man could never have understood now felt completely natural. So this is what a woman feels... I wanted to sink even deeper into those feelings.
"So this is... a woman's... pleasure..."
The heat rising from my body showed no sign of cooling. Unlike men, women seemed to have no "cool-down" period at all.
I still want more... What should I try next... ♥
Knock, knock.
"Your Highness, shall I help you change?"
I swallowed against a dry throat and answered carefully.
"Eh... h-h-hang on, come back in about ten minutes."
A soft moan colored the words.
"Yes, Your Highness. Take your time preparing..."
Her voice faded; awkward footsteps retreated beyond the door. Once she was gone I was forced once more to confront my situation. It still felt like a dream I could not quite believe.
That reaction... her voice had trembled. Had she realized what I was doing?
My face burned. I drew a deep breath, heart fluttering with anxiety. I could only hope the maid would not announce my state to anyone nearby.
Standing before the mirror, I exchanged the slip for a proper gown and studied Princess Adelia's reflection. Those large eyes, enhanced by natural makeup, were even more striking. I could not hide how strange—and how thrilling—the sight still was.
The afterglow of climax tangled with my own past and Adelia's memories until I felt almost dizzy. Yet looking at the splendid figure in the glass, I decided to simply savor that beauty.
The mirror showed generous, full breasts proudly framed by the dress; the fabric created magnificent peaks before flowing downward in a cascade that only heightened the opulence.
"It really suits me... Now I am the princess who can flaunt this perfect beauty."
My voice, no longer the one I had known, cut through the air with a soft, feminine lilt. Simply standing there, I possessed the sort of poise and elegance that would seize every man's gaze. I was Princess Adelia now.
No one in the world knew I had stolen Her Highness's body. This perfect beauty, this elegance, this pleasure—all of it belonged to me.