My girlfriend and I very long and long planned our Eurotour and finally the time has come. We were both happy that we could finally have many different countries. Time in flight passed unnoticed.<br />According to the plan, in less than two weeks we were supposed to visit France, England, Germany and Italy.<br />Overall, everything was great. I will not say all the details, because it is not so important. Towards the end of the trip, I wanted to make her an offer, but I thought how to do it so that it would be remembered!<br />On the last day before flying back home, I came up with a surprise. We were in England and I found one interesting museum in London. Interesny he was that there it was possible to touch all the objects, which is usually not allowed in museums and I wanted to dress up as a knight and make her an offer to marry me.<br />...<br />The museum seemed to us quite ordinary, except that it was really possible to touch all the exhibits. The throne attracted our attention, for some reason it was closed from free access and we decided that it was somehow illogical.<br />&#8220;Mary, it seems to me stupid, here in the museum all things can be used. I think this throne should also be in the public domain&#8221;<br />I looked that there was no guard around and crossed the prohibition tape. He went to the throne and touched it. Nothing has happened<br />"Mary, come on, take a picture of me faster, like I'm the king"<br />I didn&#8217;t really want this photo, but I didn&#8217;t like that this throne was closed to the public. I sat on it and prepared for a photo shoot when suddenly everything went dark. It was as if someone hit you on the head.<br />I opened my eyes and saw that I find everything in the same room, in the same hall, but now there were no exhibition expanses. There were no modern lamps and people. There were only stone walls, some kind of fabric flags on the walls, a large carpet on a wooden floor, and candles in large underlings. Something was clearly wrong.<br />I felt something touching my shoulders and found that it was my hair. I had long hair! But I never wore long hair. I decided it was some kind of joke and decided to shave the wig, but it was my hair! I felt a pain from which I shouted a little. It hurt and my voice ... he was not as usual, he was taller!<br />I looked at my body and saw that now I was wearing a dark dress with some patterns. In the neckline it was possible to clearly identify the female breast! I had boobs!<br />I got up from the throne and decided to go, when suddenly several people went to the hall<br />"Hey, what are you allowing yourself! It's the king&#8217;s throne! You can't sit on it!"<br />One of the knights quickly ran to me and began to lead away. I did not have time to figure anything out. But then suddenly another thought! This is the throne, this is it, I have to sit back and then I will return to my body and in due time! But he did not let me in!<br /><br />Part 2:&nbsp;<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcbv/art/Museum-part-2-821287612"><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcbv/art/Museum-part-2-821287612">www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb&hellip;</a></a><br /><br />Request from&nbsp;<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/tankev63"><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/tankev63">www.deviantart.com/tankev63</a></a><br /><br /><span>If you like my captions and want see a continue or other stories please support me:&nbsp;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a>