The Princess's Lewd Secret 3: The Padded Bra
In the bustling capital of Britton, within a magnificent castle in Brittonia, lived a beautiful imperial princess. For three years already, her reputation had spread far and wide as one of the two great beauties of the continent.
Her noble dignity. Her radiant beauty. Her elegant grace. The interest and affection people held for her had long since spilled beyond the palace walls of Brittonia, across all of Britton, and even overseas. Some said the goddess of beauty herself had descended to earth. The stories surrounding her had taken on the quality of myth.
The rumors about her truly were like scenes from legend. Calling her the goddess of beauty made flesh was no mere joke. Competition among the royal guards to escort the princess had grown fierce, and so many men applied to join the guard that the selection rates soared beyond imagination. Some men fell so completely under the spell of her beauty that they wasted away with lovesickness. Among them was even a foreign prince.
Only a week ago, I had been someone who paid those tales no mind at all. I was just a rigid mage from a rural estate in Latvia, a place still scarred by civil war. That dazzling, brilliant existence of hers had felt as distant to me as a star hanging high in the night sky.
Then, a single week ago, the world—my world—changed completely.
I swapped bodies with that beautiful princess.
I was no longer someone gazing at the center of those rumors from afar. Now I myself had become the heart of them. Now I was that beautiful princess Adelia. I had become the protagonist of the story.
Everything surrounding me in the castle was radiant, and on the first day it all felt overwhelmingly foreign. I could feel myself fumbling, growing awkward at every turn. Endless rules. Countless eyes. I kept wondering how they saw me, how they would treat me.
I waited only for night, for the hours that would be mine alone. Each time, the princess’s memories seeped deeper into me—her habits, her thoughts, even the smallest details—remaking me more thoroughly into her. With every such moment I felt more keenly that I was the princess. It drove home the certainty that her days, her life, had now become mine.
Yet the thing that surprised me most was this: I had never imagined that even the life of that beautiful princess, forever floating high above like a star, would contain ordinary, everyday acts. That she, too, would urinate. That she would defecate. That such mundane things existed in her life as well.
But now I could prove just how wrong that assumption had been.
Because right now—right at that moment—an unexpected pressure built in my urethra. Yes. Exactly then. When my two legs brushed softly together beneath the dress, a careful bead of sweat was already slipping down between those smoothly touching thighs.
I lifted the dress and eased open the bathroom door. Moments later I was sitting on the white porcelain toilet inside that lavish marble-appointed chamber. The instant my hand brushed the fabric, the soft satin whispered and slid. Carefully raising that impossibly luxurious dress, I felt the cool air kiss my skin—a new sensation I had never known before.
As I lowered my panties, I drew in a deep, unthinking breath. And then I was ready. Every muscle in me loosened; I felt the tension drain away, slow and complete.
Trickle… trickle…
The soft sound of urine streaming into the water blended into a strangely intimate harmony. And that sensation of emptying, the clean relief of it…
Only afterward did I take paper and wipe myself clean. The moment the tissue touched my skin, that faint stimulation made something crystal clear: I was a woman now, and I had to accept every new sensation and experience that came with it.
I smoothed the dress back into place.
“Hah… I’ll have to get used to this sort of thing too,” I muttered to myself alone.
The moment I opened the bathroom door, the large mirror opposite caught my reflection. There I stood—transformed into Princess Adelia—wearing that magnificent dress.
The face of the princess in the mirror, my face, was flushed red. I couldn’t understand what had caused it, or why. Even so I stood there in silence for a long while, simply staring.
The expression looked as though she were desperately holding something back. Her lips remained tightly sealed. The princess in the mirror—my own reflection—seemed to send a look straight at me, as if speaking without words.
I simply stood there, dazed.
I looked again at the figure in the glass. It was true that I was the princess, yet… I still hadn’t fully adjusted.
I brushed my hair lightly back. The palms of both hands came to rest exactly at the level of my ears, and I felt the strange sensation of the long strands pressing close against them. Until now those long tresses of the princess’s had only ever brushed against my cheeks or the nape of my neck. The feeling made it real all over again: I had truly become Her Highness.
Even in the mirror, the beautiful girl sweeping her hair back with that entranced expression made the whole experience feel peculiarly dreamlike.
I learned Princess Adelia’s second secret.
The most striking feature of Princess Adelia’s chambers was that vast, opulent dressing room. It was filled to overflowing with every kind of gown imaginable. And among them lay a secret known only to the empress and a few of the closest maids…
That the princess wore a padded bra to enhance her breasts.
From memories I had gained while masturbating… Adelia harbored a complex about her chest. Though she was a full B-cup, wearing that bra made her appear almost a D-cup. Whenever an important public event approached, she always put on the padded bra that made her breasts look larger.
Tonight I was preparing for an official banquet. Inside the dressing room, laid out beside a sumptuous gown, rested a custom-made padded bra.
The maids approached to help me change. Every time their warm hands brushed my skin, my body felt softer still. They laced the back of the dress, and the silk that wrapped around me slid gently against my flesh. The padded bra lifted and emphasized my breasts even more.
I stood before the mirror and regarded myself.
At last the hour of the banquet arrived. Carrying that new confidence with me, I stepped out the door.
Everyone who saw me marveled and offered praise. In that instant I truly understood that I was the princess of this castle.
As I walked the corridor, the soft rustle of the dress and the gasps of admiration filled the hall. The moment the ballroom doors opened, every gaze locked onto me. Nobles within the castle, guards, servants, and guests of every rank all turned toward me. Their eyes brimmed with wonder and respect.
I could read the admiration in those stares—admiration for the dress, for the bra, and for the figure that carried both so perfectly. The golden padded bra beautifully accentuated my breasts, and the gown made my entire presence more elegant still.
As I entered the banquet hall, the gazes gathered even more intensely. Servants bowed; retainers bent low. Watching them, I felt my place as princess settle once more into my bones.
“Your Highness, you are as beautiful as ever today,” a prince from an allied nation said with oily charm.
I offered him a smile and inclined my head. Their compliments made my heart beat faster, and before them I could display myself as the princess with even greater confidence.
Night deepened and the atmosphere in the hall grew steadily more charged. My dress adorned my figure in dazzling fashion; the jewels that decorated me glittered beneath the candlelight. All of it heightened my beauty further still.
The perfectly emphasized breasts, the slim waist, the legs that flowed beautifully from the gown—together they made me the most radiant being in that room. Every eye in the world seemed fixed on me. Countless gazes poured over me, and their admiration and praise made me shine all the brighter. In that moment I was the princess of peerless beauty, a beauty no one could rival.
Yet even amid all of it, the greatest satisfaction settled in my chest from one simple fact: they had no idea of my secret.
The padded bra I wore. And the truth that a week ago I had stolen this body. I had deceived them all perfectly. No one knew. The thought that I would never tell them filled me with a sharp, secret thrill.
And so, cradling that secret, the night grew deeper. Under their gazes I was the perfect princess. Watching them admire me, hearing their praise—all of it made me feel stronger still.
At last, as night deepened further, I was alone again. Alone with my secret. Yet in that moment I held the memory close to my heart and felt once more the excitement of it. Thus I closed the night, carrying my secret with me into sleep.
Not a soul knew my true face. In that place, as the princess, I drifted into sleep inside her chambers.