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The Blue Bra
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THE BLUE BRA
A Fairy Tale for Transvestites
Once upon a time, (what did you expect?) there was a king who had
three daughters, well, two daughters and a son actually. But, the son was
the loveliest of the three. It works that way sometimes. Anyhow, three
princes from a neighboring kingdom were wandering about in search of
wives, and they stopped by for a tall cool one at the castle of our King.
Now, the King wasn't too well off, cofferwise. In fact, he was flat
broke. The peasants were getting surly and the gold embroidery on his
robe was mortgaged to five different banks. Unloading his daughters would
go a long way towards easing the budget crisis he thought, as he eyed the
princes from behind a purple curtain. But, the hitch was that the princes
wanted to marry three sisters. Why, we just don't know, fairy tales are
notoriously arbitrary.
The King retired to his chamber in despair. Sitting in an
uncomfortable wooden throne, he stared at the portraits of his three
children, Helga, Hedda and Harry. Helga was fair with long wavy locks of
spun gold, Hedda was a raven haired lass with bewitching eyes, and Harry
was a beguiling boy of sixteen with angelic features and shoulder length
brown hair. If only Harry were a girl, the king thought as he studied the
boy's picture. Mentally, he placed a dress over the boys head and had no
trouble at all imagining his male offspring to be a saucy wench. A tiny
shudder of delight coursed through him as he thought of a way out of his
problems.
Calling his daughters to his chamber, he proposed his scheme to
them. An hour later, Helga and Hedda descended on Harry's chamber with an
armload of wench's garments. Two hours later, the kings three daughters,
Helga, Hedda, and Harriet wended their way down the spiral staircase to
the great hall where the King was entertaining the princes with card
tricks.
When the three princes looked up and saw the delectable beauties,
trains in tow, descending the stairway, their hearts stumbled all over
each other. They were in love. Helga was luscious, Hedda was gorgeous,
but it was Harriet that entranced them with her eyes of green and her
bosom of princely proportions, which of course, she was. Helga and Hedda,
in their innocent desire to make Harry appealing had stuffed his bodice
with enough flax to approximate a 38 D cup. Naturally the princes eyes
fixated on this hidden treasure, each of them intent on unraveling
Harriet's corset laces in search of that bountiful booty.
Harriet had other plans. His sisters had sold him a bill of goods
about this lark, and now the situation as he appraised it seemed
considerably more long term than "an afternoon of playful deception."
These princes had undressed him so many times with their eyes he was
getting a chill. And now his father was preparing to deliver a long
speech, the gist of which was consent to give up Harry's chastity.
Thinking fast, he asked demurely if the princes had brought with them the
"Golden Brassiere" as stipulated in the marriage contract. "Golden
Brassiere," they cried, "What is that?"
"You mean my father hasn't told you? Oh, naughty Daddy. Before you
can claim our virtuous hands in marriage, you must return with three
Golden Brassieres, each of which must fit us perfectly". Helga and Hedda
groaned quietly as Harry continued to embroider his falsehood. "Of
course, many Princes have succeeded in finding bras that fit my sisters,
but as for me, well, modesty does not permit me to explain how difficult
that task has proved. Suffice it to say that out dungeon is littered with
skeletal remains fingering golden lingerie that never quite captured my
ungrateful fancy or ..... bosom. Quest of you must, but know the grave
consequences of failure in this pursuit", Harriet said, her face averted
towards his large bust.
The princes were discouraged, but not half as much as Harry's
sisters. As for his father, well, he demanded a little loot up front for
the privilege of questing for the large lingerie. The princes retreated
to begin their search and Harry retired smugly to his room where he
deflaxed his bosom and returned to constructing model airplanes.
Now, two of the princes had resigned themselves to finding a couple
of standard issue 34 C cup bras for Helga and Hedda, but, Bruce, the third
prince, had a vision of suckling those monstrous mammaries, which allowed
him no rest. He decided to climb the vine outside Harriet's window to
gain more insight into the meaning of his quest. As it happened (in real
life as well as in fairy tales), he reached the window of Harry's chamber
just as the two bountiful balls of flax tumbled out of Harrys bust.
"AHA!" Bruce said, disguising his dismay with a thin veneer of wonder.
"I'll punish this saucy fellow who deceived me so cruelly." Having said
this, he descended the vine and devised a plan of revenge.
He set out across the land with his glorious vision burst, and his
vengeance intact. Soon, he reached a deep forest which gave him pause as
night fell, and the glimmers of sunlight grew few and far between. "What
the hell am I doing here?" he said to himself. From out of nowhere a
voice sang out: "You seek a large bra, for a wench with a flaw,
The garment you seek, must improve her physique."
Bruce was terrified, of course, but he continued to walk. It occurred to
him to ask another question of the voice. "Where does one find such a
bra?" To which the voice replied:
"It rests on the frame, of a spurious dame."
That was all the voice said. Without a dictionary, Bruce found this clue
pretty useless. He kept walking however, and at length found himself
before a vast castle, its towers lit with amber fires. From inside the
castle came the sound of merry-making and revelry. Drawing himself up to
the window, he peered in and spied a large group of the fairest damsels he
had ever seen with the loveliest garments of silk and satin and luxuriant
hair coiled in gorgeous locks upon their heads. "What is this", Bruce
said rhetorically, "a gathering of queens?" For a few moments he watched
in utter delight as the fair ladies cavorted, danced, sang and compared
brocades.
From his window perch, Bruce overheard two lovely maidens nearby, in
red and green satin respectively, saying to each other, "Well, of course,
she is the prettiest, she has the god damned enchanted bra." "Yes", said
the other, "who wouldn't be the fairest in the land with such gorgeously
spurious cleavage." That word again, Bruce now listened with even greater
intent. "Of course, she has to keep us all waiting until the last
possible moment to make her grand entrance from her chambers above, third
door on the right."
That was all Bruce needed to hear. Stealthily, he climbed the castle
wall until he reached the window of a brightly lit room. He popped in,
hid swiftly behind a screen and waited for something to happen.
Soon a tall man appeared with an entourage of ladies in waiting. He
was entirely naked and was upset about something. "Well, why isn't it
ready. I told her I had to have it by seven. She doesn't really expect
me to wear this old thing. Bugle beads bore me stiff. And besides, I am
expected to wear something new. Something outre. If I don't, those
queens will have their tongues flapping till Halloween."
So, he was right, they were queens and this must be the king of the
lovely court. He must have the wrong room. (Bruce was slow).
A chambermaid appeared in a skimpy low cut thing with a silver box on
a red velvet pillow. The king opened the box and with a heavy sigh, fell
back on his bed. "Well, at least I have this", he said, extracting a
flimsy blue brassiere from the box. Holding it tenderly, he caressed his
cheek with its soft cups. "What gives?" thought Bruce as the king clapped
his hands and the servants disappeared like frightened rabbits. Standing
now before a large gilt edged mirror, the king brought the bra around his
chest. The king fastened the little blue piece of material and then said:
"Change this male and motley mug,
To beauty rare and delicious.
Spill the wine and fill my jugs,
For these are my fond wishes."
As soon as he uddered these words, a wondrous thing occurred. Large
breasts grew to fill the cups of the tiny blue brassiere, which by now had
grown to accommodate those gorgeous beauties. And other wondrous things
happened as well. The kings buttocks, once flat and hard, grew round and
soft; his waist grew slender. From out of nowhere golden curls poured
over his shoulders, covering his delectable bosom with flaxen hair. And
most wondrous of all, down below, a golden snatch replaced a member that
shrunk away to nothing before Bruce's eyes. In a brief instant, the king
had become a luscious maiden.
Bruce said to himself "This is it!" and he leapt out from behind the
screen. The king, who to avoid confusion shall now be referred to as the
queen, turned round on her dainty heel, aghast. "Who are you, some bold
marauder who seeks to ravage and pillage my soft and pliant body for your
sick carnal pleasures. Do you seek to plunge your throbbing rod into mu
queenly pussy to achieve your nasty ends? Are you here to rudely steal
the delightful chastity which so playfully taunts you like a golden mouse?
Is it your intent to gather up my sleek and supple anatomy into your arms
and penetrate me again and again with relentless passion? Would you
dissolve the frail fabric of chivalry with a single but endless act of
sensuous abandon? Do you aim to drop your drawers and let me view your
meaty manhood before you lay waste to my delicate charms or what?"
Bruce was confused. He had come for the bra. Now he found himself
on top of the queen as her nimble fingers quickly unknotted the laces on
his codpiece. She was beautiful, that was true. But a few moments before
he had seen her in an entirely different light. Now, her golden locks
drew him into a quandary, which there seemed little need to escape.
Time passed. Waves broke on foreign shores. Trains passed through
darkened tunnels. Mighty trees fell in the forest, and then the queen lit
a cigarette. "So, why did you come, honey?" she said, propping herself up
on a satin pillow.
Bruce was spent. He turned his head towards the queen, whose femme
name was Gloria. "I can't remember" he lied. The skimpy blue bra that
enclosed those mountainous mammaries danced a few inches from his nose.
"Do you have one of those in gold?" he asked after a time.
"One of these? No, honey. It's one to a customer - blue only. Why
do you ask? Do you want to try it on?" she asked facetiously. Bruce saw
an opportunity here. "Yes, I'd like that Gloria" he mumbled.
Well sweetie, I've got beige, taupe, black, red and puce, but the
blue stays right here on mamma. Check out the closet if that is your
pleasure. If you'll excuse me, I've been keeping my guests waiting far
too long. It's been sweet." She leaned over and kissed him on the
forehead, and then climbed out of bed. Bruce panicked. No bra, no
revenge. Well, that didn't seem so bad in itself, but to lose resolve now
would put the plot line in a terrible bind.
Suddenly, he reached for a candlestick and conked Gloria out cold.
Then he unhooked the bra, and rolled the kings body under the bed.
Suddenly he heard voices in the hall, the chambermaids, eunuchs and what
have you had arrived with the kings tardy togs. Bruce hesitated for a
moment, then he slipped his arms into the bra and spoke the magic words:
"Change this male and motley mug,
to beauty rare and delicious.
Spill the wine and fill my jugs
for these are my fond wishes."
The door burst open and the entourage of chambermaids, and seamstresses
and a few outraged guests descended on Bruce. Hastily they began fitting
and fussing over the poor thing who stood timidly as he gazed with awe
into the mirror. It wasn't what he expected. Instead of golden locks,
and deep blue eyes, his shoulders were covered with dark auburn hair, his
eyes were limpid green and down below a triangle of copper had replaced
his lengthy tool. His formerly tanned and olive skin was a smooth ivory.
And, of course, the bra was filled to bursting with a pair of milk white
lovlies, whose roseate nipples strained against the taunt blue gauze of
the precious bra.
"So, it is red tonight, is it Gloria?" a bewitching lass in black
lace said, throwing her mane of black hair haughtily over a bare shoulder.
"You know, you shouldn't keep your guests waiting for three hours. I've
done my best to keep the little bitches in line, but I can't keep them
waiting much longer." She moved closer to Bruce saying, "You know Gloria,
this kind of devotion doesn't grow on trees. Don't you think you could
reward me with a brief little trip through your wardrobe." Putting a long
red fingernail under a blue bra strap and snapping it gently, she
continued, "Fifteen minutes is all I'd want. Just fifteen minutes Gloria.
I will be 33 in a few days, you could make it a birthday gift. Oh, you
are the lucky one, with your tasty titties and your crimson cunt". Bruce
stared at the wench in horror, as she turned on her spike heels and
leaving the room began to sulk.
Meanwhile, Bruce was overwhelmed by the little ants of servitude who
by now had managed to pour him into a shimmering satin gown, that was
oddly enough, vermilion in hue. Of course, it was cut in a way that
displayed the legendary cleavage he had come in search of. A filigree of
delicate red lace hid the essential blue bra from view. The dress also
captured the new curvilinear nature of his feminine form.
A pair of hands pulled his hair up, while another pair of hands
fastened a dazzling choker studded with rubies and diamonds around his
neck. Yet another pair slipped his feet into a pair of burgundy heels and
still another pair atomized a mist of lavender into his hair. During a
brief pause in their flurry of activity, Bruce heard a low moan. Glancing
down, he saw the kings head emerging sleepily from under the bed. Backing
up gracefully, he delivered a quietly effective blow to the kings forehead
with his heel. The moaning stopped.
"Will Milady be wanting her hair up or down for this evening?" a
nubile maid asked demurely Bruce thought for a moment, glanced in the
mirror and said in a voice that surprised him, "Down will be fine".
"You will be wanting it brushed then?" the girl said, holding a
silver brush up to him. "Yes, of course" he replied. "Well, you will
have to sit down Milady, you are much taller than I am." the maid said.
And Bruce sat down in front of the kings vanity. The chambermaid pulled
the brush through Bruce's auburn hair in smooth even strokes. "This feels
so good" Bruce said without thinking. And it did. He gazed into the
mirror and witnessed the scene as though it were a painting. His hair
became a bright fan of light as the maid pulled it out from his face in a
slow gentle arc with her brush. The busy hubbub in the room seemed to die
out as he became lost in the sensuousness of this magical moment.
The maid whispered something to Bruce. He stood up slowly and gave
his new image one last long look. He saw the green eyes, the ivory bosom
cradled in red satin, and the auburn hair spread over his shoulders in
soft delicate waves, and beneath them all; the blue bra. An impossible
innocence seemed to radiate from his face. The lips seemed poised to
utter some breathless remark of wondrous sweetness and beauty. The maid
whispered once again into his ear. Though he could feel her breath on his
neck, her words dissolved as she spoke them, so transfixed was he by the
artless grace of this lovely vision. It was as if any movement would
cause her to disappear like a deer in the forest. The maid pulled on his
arm, and slowly he turned to face her. Her lips moved, but he heard
nothing. He turned back to the beloved image. Serene, beyond reproach,
she gazed back at him.
"Gloria, your guests are waiting. All is forgiven if you can pull
yourself away from the mirror and maid for a moment", it was the woman in
black. Bruce could only stare at her. "Gloria, the party? Remember,
your guests? They await." "You look extraordinarily beautiful tonight
darling, so ..... innocent. Come with me now dear. I'll lead the way"
and she grabbed Bruce's bare arm and led him out of the room and down a
long spiral stairway.
As the sounds of revelry reached their ears, Bruce began to be
afraid. Could he imitate Gloria in all her imperious grandeur? What must
he do? He decided to make an appearance and then fade into some dark
corner and disappear with the blue bra.
They arrived at the ball, and every head turned as he made his way
across the room the the throne. Only the sounds of satin rustling and the
clock of high heels could be heard, until Bruce mounted the platform on
which the throne was seated. Walking through this crowd of eager faces,
he felt as though he were awash in a sea of envy and he became aware that
every fair damsel begrudged him possession of the blue bra and its magical
powers. The woman in black followed him onto the platform and took her
place standing next to the throne. After Bruce was seated, the envious
faces continued to stare in silence and he wondered whether some ritual
was not being observed. After a moment, he commandeered a fan and
flinging it open, he leaned over and asked the woman in black what they
were waiting for.
"Your court. You haven't chosen your court".
"Of course, the court. How many do I usually choose?"
"The two loveliest to be your ladies in waiting, Milady. Are you
feeling alright?"
"Alright, I feel delighted".
Bruce turned now to examine the crowd of gorgeous lovlies. A strange
transformation had occurred. The faces no longer exuded envy, but were
now possessed by a different demon. Given the prospect of joining him on
the platform, the beautious maidens forgot themselves and behaved in the
most senseless seductive manner. Tongues crept slowly over upper lips,
shoulders were turned and bared for his perusal, sinuous hands swept
tousled tresses off necks and held them aloft while eyes either challenged
him with brazen wantonness or feigned heavy lidded sexual ecstasy. The
sight of so many women in various states of arousal was a frightening
vision. Bruce turned to look at the woman in black. Her lips blew him a
pouty kiss, while her hands pressed the black silk against her crotch,
revealing the outlines of a distinctly unfeminine bit of sexual equipment.
Bruce panicked. Turning back to the damsels, he found them becoming
ever bolder in their enticements. Hiking up their pretty skirts, they
revealed similar surprises, some dangling in repose, some adventurously
rising in steady interest. One young thing standing not two feet from his
chair caught his eye as she pulled up her many petticoats to reveal a
healthy muzzle of fur and nothing else. She dipped slightly in a dainty
curtesy and her heavy tool flopped down from its hiding place. She smiled
coyly but the blush in her cheeks was not from shame. Here and there,
maidens stood cheek to cheek, their dresses up around their waists, hands
clutching each others members and tongues thrust out towards him,
beckoning. One winsome raven haired beauty had disrobed entirely except
for a swath of black gauze that wound around her chest and between her
legs, where her hands took turns playfully tugging at it.
Bruce felt he must act soon, or the whole room would collapse under
the weight of so much concupiscence. He noticed one young beauty far in
the back. who without any writhing or contorting stood out radiantly in
this mass of ravenous lust. Her face was a lovely alabaster color with
pale red lips that neither pouted not parted, but were glowingly sensuous
by themselves. Her blue eyes were wide and expectant, but with such
innocence they hardly belonged in this crowd. Her hair was parted in the
middle and framed her face in soft blonde waves.
He clapped his hands. The room stopped writhing, hems dropped to the
floor, and all eyes turned to Bruce. He pointed imperiously at the young
blonde beauty and said "Come up here my dear." He hoped it sounded like
Gloria. Then he quickly scanned the crowd for a hasty second choice. A
dark eyed wench, who was slowly gathering up garments she had discarded
during the mass seduction scene, caught his eye. Her long black hair
touched the floor as she stooped to pick up a chemise. "And you," Bruce
said. Startled, but pleased by her selection she mounted the platform
without dressing further in long proud steps, flinging her hair
dramatically over her shoulders.
So Bruce now had his court. On one arm stood the statuesque black
haired beauty with nothing on but a halter and panties. On the other
stood the shy blonde maiden wearing a black velvet gown that fell off one
shoulder. The party was now underway. Most of the girls had regained
their composure and their clothes, but a few who had gone too far in their
lewd couplings retired in pairs to dark corners of the hall to continue
their explorations.
As the music started up and the dancing began Bruce wondered how he
could discreetly leave his throne and escape into the woods with his
pretty prize. The two girls sat curled at his feet on thick bear furs.
The dark creature, whose name was Christina, held his hand and looked up
at him longingly. The blonde, whose name was Alexandria, leaned against
the throne and quietly watched the swirling dancers. "Gloria, aren't you
going to take your court upstairs?" the woman in black asked impatiently.
Apparently protocol was not being observed once again.
"Of course I am", Bruce replied, seizing the opportunity to leave
without raising suspicion. "Come girls", he said to the two maidens who
dutifully followed him up the stone stairway.
Once they had arrived at the kings quarters, Bruce checked the bed
anxiously. The king was still out cold. He turned round to observe his
court and was surprised to find them disrobing. The olive skinned lovely
was in fact already stark naked, having discarded most of her garments on
the dance floor below. The petite blonde was shyly slipping her black
velvet gown down past her waist, revealing a delicious black lace halter
over smooth white skin that still retained the softness of youth.
"What are you doing?" Bruce asked naively. "Getting ready to serve
you Milady", Christina replied, her tongue gingerly tracing her upper
lip. She stood confidently, her feet spread wide, one hand caressing her
cock to attention, the other toying playfully with her black mane.
"Would you like us to disrobe you, Milady?" Christina said,
advancing towards Bruce with a lewd glint in her eye. Bruce wanted to say
no, but a certain weakness in his knees prompted him to reply "Yes please"
with an eagerness that surprised him. Alexandria, now also completely
unveiled, revealed a lush blonde snatch in which a thick pallid member
lolled.
Together, Christina and Alexandria gently rolled the red fabric off
of Bruce's shoulders, peeling it down past the blue bra and its
deliciously overripe cargo, down past the narrow waist, over smooth round
buttocks, until the dress collapsed softly around his feet. Alexandria,
eyes averted, cheeks displaying a faint blush, took Bruce's hand and
placed it over her still pliant cock. His fingers curled around its
spongy softness, instantly producing a spasm of delight from Alexandria
that shuddered through all three of them. Christina drew back the veil of
thick auburn hair and planted moist kisses over his neck, working her way
down till she reached the top of his pink bosom. Her fingers easily found
the hardened nipple protruding through the flimsy material of the blue
bra. Rolling the rubbery nubbin between her thumb and forefinger, she
whispered breathy taunts into Bruce's ear, between her torrid kisses.
Under such relentless sexual attention, Bruce's knees gave way and he
fell back onto the crimson comforter. Alexandria now slid her hand into
Bruce's pretty panties. Feeling her way with a grace that belied her
innocence, she parted the muggy lips and inserted her index finger deeply
into Bruce's steamy sex. Then, just as gracefully, she withdrew her
moistened finger and with both hands slowly pulled the panties off Bruce's
hips. Placing her full red lips over Bruce's cunt, her tongue replaced
her finger in its probing, while Christina's mouth covered Bruce's, that
lascivious tongue making good on all its threats.
Alexandria's lovely golden tresses covered Bruce's thighs as she
sought out the red button of pleasure. Finding it easily, she proceeded
to flick her tongue over it with a steady rolling rhythm. As Bruce's
torso began leaping up to greet each tasty flick, Alexandria held his
buttocks, supporting them as they lifted into space. Christina meanwhile,
pushed the cups of the blue bra off Bruce's breasts and began to suck and
bite his nipples with similar intensity.
Bruce could stand it no more. He grasped Christina's shoulders and
pulled her on top of him. Christina plunged her hot hard sex into the
dripping darkness that greedily accepted it. Alexandria now moved up to
kiss Bruce on the lips, as Christina pumped furiously into him. Their
hair swirled together over Bruce's bosom in a beautiful mixture of blonde,
red and black. At this moment, as all three girls were writhing in the
unbound state of sexual belonging, the heavy wooded door burst open.
The colorful tangle of tresses quickly unraveled to observe a
handsome stranger in the doorway. Standing in battle dress, his massive
form lingered in the doorway briefly, then strode into the room, stopping
beside the bed. The girls unfastened their bodies from each other and
recoiled at his approach. Alexandria slid partially off the bed, exposing
her rapidly diminishing cock for a moment, then in her chaste
embarrassment, turned towards the bed. Looking over her shoulder at the
intruder, it appeared as though she were proffering her smooth white
buttocks to his rough hands. At least it must have appeared that way to
him, for he reached out and squeezed it like a melon, leaving red marks
when he withdrew his grasp.
"I don't think I've ever seen you in red Gloria. It becomes you
dear. And such a wonderful court you have chosen this evening, I wouldn't
mind sampling their favors." Bruce recoiled in shock from this new
development. Overcome with the new emotion of shame over the exposure of
his luscious body, he sought to hide it under the covers. But, the
stranger grasped one of his still heeled feet by the ankles, and pulled
them towards him, until the steamy coils of his sex were pressed against
the strangers stomach.
Christina, bold as she had been before in the great hall, now
underwent a similar transformation to virtuous innocence before the steely
eyes of the intruder. Inching her way off the bed, she tried to move past
the stranger and retrieve her garments. But, as her feet touched the
floor, the rude warrior grabbed her cock, which still hard, pulsated in
his hand. Then he pushed it down like a lever so that Christina
helplessly followed until she was on her knees at his feet.
"What do you want with us?" Bruce asked. "What do I want? All three
of you of course. But I should take you first, because it is my duty as
your spouse and because you are the lovliest tonight" the stranger said.
Stripping out of his battle clothes, he stood before them wearing nothing
but a leather codpiece that barely contained his considerable equipment.
"Come to me Gloria", he said, pulling Bruce off the bed with a
powerful tug on his heeled feet. Bruce slid off the bed and into the
strangers waiting arms. Quickly grasping Bruce's wrists, he skillfully
wrapped them around his muscular frame. Then his hands cupped under
Bruce's naked buttocks and pushed up until his moist labias were divided
by the iron hard contents of the leather codpiece. With deliberate care,
he slowly raised then lowered the trembling beauty against his coated
member until she was weak with longing. Then he eased her down and said
with sneering sarcasm, "Gloria, why do you proclaim your body most
immodestly and yet retain this thin piece of fabric over your most
fetching feature?"
Bruce backed against the bed in panic as the strangers hand slid
under the straps of the blue bra and pulled them off her lovely alabaster
shoulders. "NO, you cannot do that", she screamed, putting her hands on
the leather thong that held the codpiece in place. They exchanged a look
of mutual horror as the clasp that held the bra and the thong that held
the codpiece gave way at the same time.
Then a wondrous thing happened. As the garments fell away from the
two bodies, a transformation occurred. Bruce's luscious figure lost its
softness and regained the natural firmness he had arrived with, while the
strangers massive form lost its taunt muscularity and became a model of
lovely female architecture. The flat chest now sported a tantalizing
bosom, the thick waist became slender and the close cropped hair now
cascaded in delectus brunette ringlets over shoulders no longer broad.
The face framed by those waves was beautifully regal with full lips and
large brown eyes that were opened wide in fear.
"You're not Henry, who are you?" the newly born female shrieked.
"What do you care?" Bruce said, hoisting the brunette beauty up and
pushing her moist cunt against his cock, hard now as his cunt had been
eager. "But, where is my husband?" she screamed. "Under the bed asleep.
He won't mind if we compare a few notes. After all, we have both had him
in various forms. It's a pity you can't enjoy him as a woman. He is a
wonderful girl in bed. Very attentive and .... tight" Bruce said, sliding
the gorgeous queen around and sitting her on the bed.
"Well, I'd love to carry on longer, but I've long since worn out my
welcome. If you'll excuse ....." he said, bending down to pick up the
bra. But it was gone. He wheeled around to see Christina primping in
front of the mirror. Her fantasy had come true, at last she was lost in
the pleasure of owning a pair of bountiful breasts which she caressed with
loving abandon. So caught up in her delightful new body was she that
Alexandria approach went unnoticed. So entranced were both of them, one
in envy, the other in ecstasy, that neither noticed Bruce who pushed past
Alexandria, nimbly unfastening the blue bra and pulling it from
Christina's briefly voluptuous form.
Dashing with his prized possession to the window, he paused on the
sill and surveyed the room. Christina's femininity faded before the
mirror, while Alexandria's envy had returned to innocent lust. On the
bed, the queen sat, legs spread and eyes longingly fixed on Bruce. "Come
back she gasped.
Bruce hesitated, then ran back to her, performed a ceremonious bow
which put his lips over her ardent cunt and kissed it. Then he picked up
the codpiece and made his way out the window and back to the kingdom and
his bride awaiting.
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