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Sunlight painted Cassandra’s bedroom in golden hues of warmth, pressing up against her canopy bed that had been filled with all manner of pillows, plushies, and comforts.

The elegant and breathtaking young lady of house Alba rolled off her side and onto her back. The weight of her chest forced her to push herself forward if she ever hoped to get out of bed. Even though there were easier ways to sit up, she had yet to grow tired of the two large round mounds of shapely flesh swaying from her chest as she lazily swept her creamy long legs across the bed towards its edge.

Cassandra almost stumbled from the sudden motion of her voluptuous curves, her breasts continued to pull her in the direction her weight was thrown. Even the simple act of leaning forward, letting her heavenly breasts press against her bewitching thighs, sent a tantalizing thrill across her skin, tickling parts of her unseen just beneath the surface.

Her silky golden hair cascaded across her shoulder and down her back as she found the strength needed to balance her body on her slender legs and dainty feet. Her long hair, like thin woven strands of gold, reached all the way down to her ankles.

Still not yet fully awake, the young lady gave an all too adorable, yet unladylike yawn, as she almost confused her hair for her silk sheets. Cassandra’s eyes fluttered as she continued to try and fight the feelings of sleep away. She still had so much to do if she wanted to make it to her classes on time.

She pushed forward, taking practiced, steady steps, with her head held high. Her posture was something she could balance a book on. And while she would have loved to do those internet challenges where she kept her phone or drink on the shelf of her breasts, the pillow flesh would shudder and bounce on even the most gentle sways of her hips.

Cassandra took her seat at her vanity, setting her heart-shaped butt that one could bounce coins from into an equally cushioned bench. She made a coy smile at the sight of her angelic face and divinely blessed figure. A figure that had yet to be dressed.

The delightfully air-conditioned bedroom teased her pink nipples, further nurturing the arousal Cassandra felt from her own body, causing her lovely nubs to perk out from her areola as they became fully erect. As her hair teased her sensitive buttons, Cassandra felt herself reflexively pressing her knees together.

Running her delicate hands across her body—gently caressing its curves and massaging her chest, relaxed her just enough that she could slide a hand along her inner thigh, helping her remove any tension her innocent body harbored, allowing her to expose her damp womanhood.

With a long manicured finger, the pure and innocent Cassandra of house Alba, teased her blossoming flower, allowing more nectar to pour from her purity. As the flower continued to bloom, she greeted her clitoris, giving it a gentle and encouraging rub to help further tempt it from its hiding place.

The pleasure of Cassandra’s body felt unique to her. The pressure didn’t build in one spot, but measured itself across her entire body as, rather than long for release, it wanted to stay in this ocean of pleasure for as long as it could. It was such a marvelous feeling that the young lady failed to notice her door open.

“Lady Cassandra,” came the familiar voice of her personal maid. “You weren’t answering, so I took the—really man?” As Cassandra’s maid came to realize what held her mistress’ attention in rapture, her expression and demeanor changed completely. From an unwavering and dutiful maid to that of the boy next door who caught his friend in something troubling.

The lady herself could give something between a beaming smile and a wide grin. Almost as if two natural facial expressions were a want to conflict with one another.

“You know that you need to get ready for school, right?” The maid, Jennifer, stepped across the room to confront her mistress.

“Don’t be like that~, in fact. If you help, it would certainly hurry things along.” Cassandra said as she spun herself around on the bench, leaning back against the vanity as she spread her legs for her maid.

Jennifer smiled a grinning smile and obliged, kneeling before her mistress.

Jennifer gently kissed along her mistress’ inner thigh, licking clean any excess love Cassandra may have dirtied herself with. And slowly, with each peck of her lips, made her way closer to her mistress' blossoming womanhood.

She gave it a gentle kiss at first, Jennifer’s glossy lips against Cassandra’s glistening dew-coated flower, until the sweet nectar on her lips lured her tongue forward. Soon Jennifer was licking the nectar from her mistress’ love lily. She ran her tongue across its petals. Showing her mistress the extent of her green thumb, she pressed a finger against Cassandra’s clitoris, rolling her finger against it gently.

Cassandra massaged and groped at her breasts as she watched her maid from between her cleavage. As the fingers of another brushed against her clit, she gave another, if not more audible, cute and adorable moan. “I-it’s coming, Jennifer, T-that thing, it’s coming again~.” Her voice sounded innocent enough to anyone else, but Jennifer loved the roleplay. The perfectly delivered line would have been indistinguishable from the real lady Cassandra.

Jennifer could feel the tip of her tongue tease against the tip of Eric’s hidden dick. As it quickly drew closer, Jennifer pulled her tongue from her mistress and watched as Eric’s lightly tanned penis parted Cassandra’s pussy lips.

“Your lily’s carpel is looking especially lovely today, mistress,” Jennifer said—the man wearing her was determined to maintain his roleplay. “It even has such a wonderful fragrance.”

Eric giggled in Cassandra’s voice, “Yeah, whatever man. Just show me what Jenni’s tits can do already.”

Jennifer’s face smiled, looking up at her mistress before standing. Unzipping her maid uniform, she allowed the gown to fall to the floor, exposing her completely naked form. Her breasts were nowhere near as large as her mistress’, but at a massive G-cup herself, she was more than confident that it was a match for Eric’s thick nine-inch dick.

Jamal, the young man wearing the skin of Cassandra’s personal maid, returned to kneeling before her mistress and pressed Eric’s already lubricated dick between her breasts.

The pressure in Eric’s lower abdomen was already reaching its limit, unable to reach its male orgasm while inside Cassandra’s skin. Now that it was free, it didn’t take more than a few strokes from Jennifer’s fat tits and her tongue around the tip to get him to cum.

The use of Jennifer’s mouth was sublime as not a single drop of Eric’s cum was left to dirty her mistress’ body. Gently, and with kind hands, as her mistress’ carpel softened, she helped it back into the folds of her mistress’ flower petals. 

It wasn’t more than a few days ago that Eric was wearing Jennifer’s skin. The dutiful maid allowed Eric to easily make his way into turning the beloved and immaculate lady into what she was now. Eric’s meal ticket. A rich and lavish life with such a wonderful body to go with it.

“I’m going to love being Cassandra,” Eric said with all the poise and melodic tone that came naturally to Cassandra. Being able to access her memories made slipping into her life as easy as slipping into her skin.

“Yes, well, I hope you remember your promise to me.” Jamal, playing his role as a maid to a tee, brought Eric Cassandra’s silk white underwear with lace trim. He helped Eric get dressed, much as Jennifer’s memories easily guided him. Even setting the garter belt into place and clipping the matching thigh-high stockings to them, something Jamal had never done before, was executed with practiced ease.

“Right, you wanted Cassandra’s friend, the daughter of house Cymir.” Eric’s mind was still reveling in the pleasure from before, forcing him to actually focus as he drew upon Cassandra's memory. No easy feat as Cassandra herself was also awake from all the pleasure coursing through her body. “I see… Fiona of house Crymir. She compliments me well.  Not only is she Cassandra’s biggest academic and political rival, she’s her rival in beauty and fashion, as well.”

Jamal placed Jennifer’s hands inside the cups of her lady’s bra. Each of her lady’s breasts was a handful that needed to be appropriately set into their garments to prevent discomfort. The feeling Eric felt was less than discomfort, however. Both his and Cassandra’s voice in his head were stifling a moan and the desire to beg Jamal to continue. They did, after all, need to move on soon. Cassandra’s only saving grace at times like these was Eric’s desire to maintain her life rather than destroy it.

Soon, Cassandra’s body was fully dressed in her school’s spring uniform, including a sweater vest that hugged Cassandra’s waist and accentuated her ample breasts. The skirt was made to match the blue color of the weather, with the hem coming up her hip just enough to display her garter straps.

Returning to sitting at the vanity, Jamal used Jennifer’s talents to attend to her lady’s hair. There wasn’t a single strand out of place as the gold frame brought out even more of the allure in Cassandra’s face and brilliant blue eyes.

Lastly, there was the makeup. Not that much was needed for skin like Cassandra’s—just enough to highlight her more innocent touch and hide anything that might lie beneath. Eric found himself smiling at Cassandra’s unblemished face, unable to help himself as he put on airs of grace and kindness.

“Will you be having breakfast this morning, mistress?” Jamal had completely fallen into his roleplay again. The Jennifer in his head had already been broken and twisted by Eric before, proving little issue as he took over her life.

Jamal was even looking forward to manipulating her even more, as wearing the skinsuit allowed him to shape Jennifer’s wants and personality the more she was worn. The same would soon prove true for Cassandra and Fiona to follow.

“I was fortunate enough to prepare myself before father leaves, so I believe I will. I do, after all, love my family.” It took every bit of willpower for the two young men not to throw themselves into a fit of laughter over the apparent irony. Something they would need to hide less as more of their friends would be able to join them.

As they left Cassandra’s room, all the other servants could see were the pleasant smiles of Cassandra and her personal maid, Jennifer, as they elegantly made their way to the dining hall. Blissfully unaware of the single twisted thought beneath their mistress’ kind and loving smile.

‘I’m going to love living your life, Cassandra.’