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So? How do you like your new form? It suits you nicely don’t you think? Soft and lovely all around like the cuddly little mouse you are~ Nothing like that ugly hulk of a mask you’ve been wearing about all your life…
Me? Turn you back? My, it’s as if you assume I’m the one pulling the strings just because I’m talking to you right now. Remember dear; things aren’t always as they seem…no, I’m afraid you’ve set this turn of events rolling all on your own. Your fate was sealed the moment you dove in through that mirror of mine in an attempt to make mommy and daddy proud. Surprising wasn’t it? To feel all that in the instant you found yourself floundering between the fabric of reality, to be given the form you’ve always desired alongside so much more…I can only imagine how that must’ve felt to one so new to the wild touch of primeval magic…don’t resist by the way, you struggling to conform to the truth is only making this a much more adorable ordeal for me, and less so for you~
It’s just as I said, the mirror…or rather, a gateway between worlds in truth, only did what it was made to do; bring out the true form of whoever passes through it. And in your case…mmm~ I can only wonder what might make the youngest prince of Elthymia take on such a lascivious appearance…why do you keep denying it? The mirror brings out one’s innermost desires. In other words; the true self. A butterfly free to spread its wings now that the dredges of its nascent form have finally been shed…and you love it!
Don’t. Lie. Not to me, and most certainly not to yourself. Just look at the way you’re displaying yourself for instance; a choice of attire to turn the heads of every virile man within distance…the way those plump legs of yours crook inward at the knee…a vulgar expression that tempts the weak of heart to things most immoral. Do you think a prince…royalty…would so willingly show off this much skin? To go out to their adoring public dressed like a teasing harlot looking for her next lay? I thought as much~
If you still feel the need to pin the blame on someone…then blame yourself…or rather…the weak hearted prince who gave you form. Indeed, you aren’t a prince…not anymore at least. Because deep down inside, you craved an escape from the burdensome expectations placed upon your shoulders since birth. Expectations you feared, ones you knew you had no hope of meeting…and so, in your reckless bid to make everyone happy by accepting an endeavor most grand to slay a certain witch, you instead found salvation in the most unlikeliest of places; here, right by my side…good, I like people who catch on quick…well, moderately so.
Oh my~ Adventurous aren’t you? So quick to give in to basic human instinct now that you’ve come to understand who you are deep down…where did all that bravado go? No challenges to yell like a drunken oaf? No brutish swing of the blade to assert dominance where weak arms and spindly legs couldn’t? Exactly…that’s not you anymore my dear~
You’re a woman who knows her place in life, not a troubled son of the royal family. A waifish mouse who wants nothing more than for others to provide for her instead of leaping at every opportunity to do otherwise, a maiden who fears combat but adores the thrill of sex far unlike the inexperienced whelp who pales in your shadow. A submissive who can’t help but follow along to every little thing her Mistress asks of her with not a lick of pesky independence to be seen. Yes, you’ve come to understand well. Even your clothes have come along nicely to spell it out nicely; leathery straps to bite, bind and rub that juicy body of yours till you’re left maddened, thirsting for release. Racy thongs and revealing clothes of a transparent design to hug your privates nice and tight whilst liquid desire oozes forth from a sinful orifice. And last but not least like a cherry on top of a delicious cake, a demure cowl to preserve what little modesty a whore like you has got left to her name…heh, you can’t hear me anymore can you? You’re so horny you can barely comprehend my words, much less the fact you’re nothing more than a ravenous slut…but don’t you worry, I’ll be certain to let you ‘play around’ with those nice burly guardsmen outside once we’re done here.
Why, what else are we supposed to do then enjoy your scrumptious form? Did you think those mental imprints were just for show? I’ll have you know I’ve learnt a great many things outside the field of sorcery…things like how to properly bed a woman for instance. Especially one with highly specific sexual proclivities such as yours truly…now come, I desire you more than you might think, and if those men are as dutiful as I think they are, they won’t be going anywhere anytime soon…I wonder what might become of those bullies if they were to come tumbling right through after they’ve had their way with you my pet, curious aren’t you? Well…we can find out after we’re done together…
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