The warm metallic taste was familiar, you'd tasted it several times before, blood, you spat it out. The blood was old, the bleeding had ended a while ago, it had long gone cold. The room was cold, well it would have felt cold to one who had grown up soft in the warm southern ports like King's Landing. Not to you, not to Robb Stark, the young wolf, the King in the north. You shook your hand trying to clear out the cobwebs, you realized you were chained to the wall. You were laying on the filthy ground of a prison cell. Judging by the light creeping through the bars, you assumed it must be midday. The floor was damp and the humid air meant you must somewhere south and near the coast......probably King's Landing.

All your clothes had been removed and you were naked. You found a chair, well that was generous, it more of a bucket. It had no legs, but the seat was wide and comfortable enough for you to rest against the cold stone wall. The room was small, there was nothing else in here apart from yourself, and a tall man with dark hair and eyes but he was out cold, and possibly dead. He wasn't breathing. There was another body lying next to him, and that one was definitely dead.

You started to think back over the last few days, trying to remember what happened. All you could recall was going into to a wedding, then arrows, oh gods your men! Were they all dead? How many of them survived? Your head hurt so much, you rubbed at your temples.

"What is this?" A voice broke you out of your thoughts "A wolf? And why is he chained up like an animal."

You knew that voice, feminine, arrogant and haughty. She was full of self importance, you saw the slim figure of Cersei Lannister in the door. She looked down her nose at you. She took a step closer, eyeing you up and down. "I've heard tales about you, how strong you are, how brave. I'm not sure if those stories are true, but I do know one thing, you're very pretty. It's a pity you don't smell as sweet though."

"I'm sorry," you said bowing your head "It has been quite a while since my last bath, and I am rather rank, especially in this heat."

"You filthy little traitor, you're bothersome little rebellion has cost the lives of my kin, Broken and beaten, I should have you killed just like your pathetic father."

She moved closer still, she brought the tip of a dagger under your chin, resting it there. You bit your lip hard, trying to keep the pain away, hoping it wouldn't draw any attention from the man lying next to you. "I should but I have much better plans for you, one in which you will help me secure the realm"

"Why would I want to do that, I'm happy where I am?" You asked.

Cersei's expression went from anger to confusion and then to something close to fear. Her eyes darted around the room, checking to see whether anyone was listening. Then she smiled, "Because little girls always want to make there mommies happy" She said.

You looked at here incredulously, "You're mad"

"We'll see, see the hard part was getting you here, Maester Qyburn did say the actual change would take some time, my dear. But while we wait for the fun part, why don't we try some of the other things the good Maester has done, he called it post-suggestive, not sure why. See my dear, you've been here 5 months, under diluted milk of the poppy, while your head has been, well I'm not the maester. But my dear, I think he said say that 3 times, you should be feeling a bit different right now"

"No mummy I'm still me, wait, mummy, mama, mother......why can't I say your name?" You realize, it is like her name vanished, you just know her as mother.

"Oh, you're starting to feel it aren't you" She said, "Tell me what is your name?"

"Simple my name is Rob-eria.....Tywenia " Forces its way out of your mouth.

"Named after your regal grandfather Tywin"

"So you've said"

"Well, you should call me mumma, or mother, because I am now your mother"

You couldn't understand what she was saying, "Mumma, please stop, I don't want to be your son" You should have been towering over her, but you realized you're looking up at her, by the old and new gods what is happening.

"you won't be, you're going to be my daughter, ah right on time you gorgeous golden hair" She says smiling You feel silk running down your head as over your ear. Golden fine silk, that matches mother's hair. Long and in curls.

Your eyes start to blur, you're seeing visions of flowers in your mind. They seem to be blooming, you feel warm and fuzzy inside. "Mother, please stop" you tried to plead. Your voice sounding high and soft your ears. Your face feels cold as all the dark dark from your body and face, just fall off. You cry for the first time since you were very small. Everything changing you body starting to feel like it is on fire. The hard steel of your muscles seem to bubble and dissolve away. The skin of your arms and legs growing soft and plump. You look down at yourself, the memories of how you once looked fade away, replaced with a new you.

"This is the best part of being a mother, watching your child grow, when they do something wrong, like disobeying you, you punish them, you make them learn not to do it again. That's what the good Maester said."

You were crying now, sobbing, you couldn't stop. Mother moved close, her hand stroking your hair. You felt safe, warm and loved. "Don't worry, you'll learn" She whispered to you.

"Stop, Please, stop!" You cried out in agony as you felt your cock begin to stir.

"There, there, it's alright, it's just going to be a little uncomfortable for a while, that's just your womanhood growing, sweet pea" She said

You feel your penis being to invert it does hurt as it shrinks down forcing a cavity in your body. you feel a strange opening sensation.

"Yes yes, the good Maester told me, that my little girl would need to go to the privy every now and then, to make sure things are working properly. So you need to take care of business, and make sure that all is well down there"

"Please stop" you continued to beg.

"My child will be endowed with the gifts of the Mother"

You feel a pushing in your chest and thighs as blood fills you. A warmth starts to spread throughout your entire body. You feel your heart beating stronger, faster.

You shiver feeling strange and cold. Your breasts are filled with blood, they swell and get bigger and bigger until they're huge. Well no they are proportional to your tiny female frame but you they are enormous. Mother smiles, she cups her hands around them, squeezing them tightly, you cry out in pain. You feel her run her hands down your body as you hips flair out into good birthing hips. Your ass becoming soft and round. There is not a spec of you that isn't soft and female now.

"Look at you, my daughter, so beautiful, you're beautiful, yes you are, so pretty, so perfect" She said.

"Mother, please let me go" You begged.

"Of course" She says, "Let me unchain you precious girl"

With each endearing word she says you feel love and attachment grow for her. You feel submissive to her, you would do anything for her. By the time she unchains you, you wait timidly for her OK before you move. She hands your a gold and red robe to put on. "now my sweet child, let's get you bathed and dressed before we discuss your wedding "


This is a fan fiction of A Song of Ice and Fire by GRR Martin,