"H-hello?" I called out into the castle, trying to stay calm. "I-I'm not trespassing! I swear! I just..." I jumped as the door slammed shut behind me, the wind howling from the draft. "... needed a place to get out of the rain..." I continued in a much smaller voice.
I looked around the hall, the... lobby? of the castle and grimaced at the dilapidated look of it all; ratty rugs, rotting tapestries, wooden coat racks bent at wild angles. I'd been walking past this castle for years. Everyone knew it was abandoned.
I pulled my black hoodie off and shook it off, trying not to think about the wet, mildew scent that tinged the air. Instead, I tried to focus on the petrichor that the draft had brought with it. This poor castle had to be in worse shape than I'd thought. "I'm fine... I'm fine, it's just... cold, and wet, and dark..." I looked back at the door with a sigh and blinked in surprise; there was a lightswitch, set in the wall.
I stepped up to it and flicked it experimentally, half expecting to be literally shocked, while more seriously wondering how they'd gotten wires through the stones without cracking any of them. I jumped as lights flickered on, and gaped at the chandelier of electric lights that I hadn't noticed. They threw the room into a warm relief, and for a moment the space took on a welcoming quality. I laughed nervously. "R-right. Of course. The previous owners must've... updated it. Like, fifty years ago. Right... hah..." I shivered as a draft blew through me again. "Okay, well, if we have power, maybe... maybe there's heat somewhere I can turn on," I reasoned. "Besides! It's abandoned! No one will get mad if I explore a little, right...?"
I climbed the sweeping stairs to the platform that overlooked the lobby entrance, and couldn't keep from laughing nervously as I looked down at where I was. "... Ooh, look at me.... I'm queen of the castle~ haha... or king, whatever." I ran a finger along the balustrade, marveling at the still smooth wood, then flinched as a splinter broke off in it. "Ouch!" I watched as a speck of my blood welled up, and considered for a moment sticking it in my mouth. But, that mildewy scent... I shook my finger instead, flinging the blood off before pressing it against my hoodie sleeve for a moment.
I tied my still a little wet hoodie around my waist and slipped my hands into the still available pockets. At least I wouldn't drip everywhere. The carpets were a wretched brown, but they deserved better than my blood. I pushed past the threshold, and shivered a little from the cold as I looked into the ballroom. A couple suits of armor stood by the door, and, sure enough, there was a hole in the ceiling, rain drizzling through. Strangely, a bucket was under it, catching the water. Odd. Maybe the previous owner knew it was a problem before they left?
I'd always loved this castle. Even if everyone told me that it was scary. It had a wild history; ancient queens of glory and power, stories of magic and curses, of how no king ever lived longer than a year in it without going mad. Even in more recent history, it'd swapped owners dozens of times. Some medieval obsessed person would buy the castle, come visit once and then leave. The last time was some and fifty years ago. If it had been bought or sold since then, no one knew it. Probably some idiots tax haven write off whatever.
The suits of armor, however, surprised me a little. I would have thought they'd have been sold by now. And they were in such good condition; I pressed my finger against the cool blue steel of the armor, and flinched when I realized it was my hurt finger. I'd left a small streak of blood, leftover from a droplet. "Damn it..." I stuck my finer in my mouth quickly and scrubbed the blood off the suit of armor, muttering. "Too pretty for that..." I wiped it clean with my shirt and smiled at it. Well, it looked like it was supposed to. Shouldn't it be more dusty?
The howling of the wind made me shiver again, and I sighed. "Well, where do you think the bedroom, is, lady knight?" I said with a laugh. "Right or left..." I looked at the doors on either side of the room, and thought for a moment; I'd come from the lobby, and could see the enclosed garden on the other side of the ballroom. "Well, see, miss knight, I think... that the ideal place for the master bedroom has to be... Well... Hmm... uhh. Wait, do they care more about ease, or defensibility? If it's ease, it's the front. The other, center back? As far from the lobby as possible, right?"
The suit of armor didn't respond. "I mean," I continued, rambling to myself, "you wouldn't want random siege equipment to just crumble your bedroom wall, so... center back. Yeah. That makes sense... That's where I'd put it." I stopped for a moment, and shook my head. This was crazy. I was trespassing. Was I really going to go find the master bedroom, just because I was cold...?
The wind howling answered my question for me, and I blew hot air into my hands as I hurried for the right side door, and winced as they brushed against my nipples. The cold must've made them sensitive. "I'm sure it's fine, the owners would understand, probably... not like they're here, right..."
I shut the door behind me, and looked down the hallway with some surprise. The carpet down this hallway was in suspiciously good condition, not brown like the lobby's, but a majestic blood red. Chandeliers were already lit, making the place feel warmer despite the rain that pounded against the windows of the interior courtyard.
I took a hesitating step forward onto the carpet, and felt my sneakers sink into it a little, and felt the alarm bells ringing in my head. This place could not possibly be abandoned if it looked like this. The scent of wet was still there, petrichor filling the air, despite the seeming dry of the hallway. The mildew scent was gone, though. Or, no, it was still there. Maybe I'd just gotten used to it?
I took another step forward, curiousity getting the better of me. Maybe the master bedroom was even more luxurious than I expected? Wouldn't that just be a story to tell my folks? That the castle wasn't as abandoned as anyone thought?
I jumped as something creaked, yelping and spinning in the air to turn to look at the sound. One of the doors was open, creaking on its hinges. I let out a shaky breath as wind pushed it again, making it creak in a different tune as it swung the other direction. "haaaah... ha. ha. Fuck." I put a hand to my heart, feeling it beating rapidly from the panic. "Ugh. I need to stop being so jumpy..."
"Why is that, your majesty?" A voice said from just behind me, making me jump in a shriek. A tall woman stood there, her head tilted at a strange angle, blinking slowly at me. "I did not mean to startle you, my lady."
It took a few moments of shock and panic to realize exactly what I was looking at; a maid, with large round glasses, taller than even I was, holding a set of red drapes. "I am! So sorry! I didn't know anyone was here! I didn't mean to trespass!" I quickly backed up, heading for the ballroom door. I'd rather be in the rain than be in trouble.
"Trespass? But, Princess, you cannot trespass at your place of residence." She stepped closer as she spoke, worry on her strange face.
"S-sorry! I, uhm! I think you have... me confused with someone else... I'm, I'm not... I can't be... you know? I'm... like this." I motioned at my blue jeans and over large tee. I felt my back hit the door, and my hands scrabbled for the door handle. "I-I'm not your princess, sorry..."
A look of annoyance flashed across the woman's face as she stepped even closer. "Princess! You shouldn't talk of yourself that way. Now, come, we must get you out of those wet, hideous clothes." She grabbed my arm and I yelped as she dragged me closer to her. The scent of mildew was suddenly so strong, I started coughing.
"H-hey! Let go of me! I'm!" I had to stop as my coughing started to get worse.
"You see? You are ill!" She let go of the drapes and bent suddenly, scooping me up in her arms as I yelped again. "Oh, my princess. We worry about you all the time. I'm so glad you came back to us after your travels." My weak protests were stifled as she bridal carried me out of the hallway. I could barely struggle, until I realized it was truly futile. She was simply stronger than me. I'd always avoided exercise, but I thought I'd been stronger than this at least!
When she finally set me down on a bed, I spoke again. "I'm not your princess," I said through a stuffy nose. "I'm not even a girl. I'm sorry, I'm sure she's really lovely, and... and I'm sure you like her a lot, but I'm not her."
"Not a girl...?" The maid said, surprised, looking down at me. "Don't be ridiculous. Of course you are, your majesty."
"No! I'm not! I'm! A boy! A guy I mean! I... Just look at me, really. Please."
"I am looking at you, princess." The maid said solemnly, she put a and on my shoulder, pushing me down. "And I see the truth." She looked pointedly at my chest, and I followed her gaze to my teeshirt, confused. Strange. There were... a couple small mounds there. "What boy has these?"
"... I don't know what those are." I said, matter-of-factly.
"... Why, they're tits, princess!" The maid said with a laugh. I yelped as her soft hand suddenly slipped down my shoulder and grabbed one of the mounds. The yelp quickly turned into a moan and I put a hand over my mouth, shocked. "They're your tits, even. Now, Alliane!" She stood up and clapped once, looking over at the wall. "Come get the princess undressed while I find her more... appropriate clothes."
I followed her gaze and watched as an arm jutted out of the wall suddenly from between the bricks. It slapped, wetly, on the brick, and pushed, and a naked bald humanoid thing slowly emerged from the brickwork, and stepped fumblingly onto the floor before tugging its leg free. Like the maid, it was tall, but its features were... almost like that of an unfinished doll; a smooth face, soft limbs. The maid stepped up to it and gripped its neck softly, pulling it in and suddenly kissing the thing where a gap was in its face, almost where a mouth should be. Its neck seemed to split into fibers under the maid's grip, and rapidly darkened, into the same red as the carpet. The maid yanked on it, and the fibers seemed to pull out from it's head, splitting into finer and finer fibers, until it looked exactly like hair.
They stopped kissing and the new one curtsied to the maid, its fingers gripping on its sides for a moment before pulling. Fibrous material followed, rapidly darkening, stretching out from her body. The scent of mildew, which I had already gotten used to, started to strengthen. This new material wasn't turning into hair, but into the same maid dress as the first. The first maid patted the new one on it's... her? cheek, and they both turned to look at me. "This is Alliane. She'll be assisting you while I retrieve your evening dress." They both curtsied, and I realized I was staring with open mouthed shock.
Alliane, as I watched, was developing facial features. Her mouth had already gone from the strange gap to that of feminine lips. Her eyes had appeared, like vibrant amber marbles. Her skin was darkening in the air from the strange off-white and alabaster to sun-kissed tan, to even darker closer to my own. Her face was... so familiar somehow. "Your majesty," She said in a beautifully deep voice. "Are you well?" She was looking at me closer, tilting her head in the same way that the first maid had. She was stunningly beautiful.
"I, I... what is..." I couldn't get over my shock. This couldn't be real. I had to be hallucinating. I reached up to her, touching her face softly, and flinched back. "You can't be real..."
"Princess?" She said softly, her hands gripping mine softly. She felt... she felt almost like mushroom. Soft. Springy. Nothing like the first maid. Was it because she was still new? "Your clothes are soaking wet, miss."
"... Oh, yeah." I looked down at myself again and felt myself turning red. My shirt was starting to tent off me from those mounds. My... the... could I call them mine? Were they really mine? I flinched as Alliane's hands touched my sides gently, and lifted the shirt up and off me. "Oh... oh my god..." Alliane's fingers lifted my chin up, pulling my view away from myself and to her. She smiled kindly at me, and I realized why she looked so familiar. "You... look like my mom?"
"No, princess," she said simply, her hand cupping my cheek. "I look like you." She pulled my attention to the mirror, and I saw... was that me? That wasn't me! That was me! I looked... almost like Alliane. I touched my face, and saw the reflection do the same. Alliane's only difference was her blood red hair. I watched my hands move, almost on their own, to my thin neck. My shoulders. My tits. I didn't even notice as Alliane pulled my hoodie and pants off me, tossing them to the side.
She knelt on the bed next to me, her knees on either side of my hips. Her fingers, firmer now than they had been minutes ago, brushed away the tears on my cheeks. "Welcome home, Princess. We've missed you for so long."
"... I don't understand... how is this happening? I'm a boy..."
Alliane giggled and shook her head. "You don't need to worry about that. You just need to worry about taking care of yourself. Deidre will return soon with clothes that suit you."
"But! I..." I shivered as she pressed a thumb into my new tit, but I bit my tongue to keep myself from moaning. "S-stop, that's... embarrassing..."
"But princess, we must check your health! It's all quite normal," Alliane whispered into my ear. Her other hand pulled me back into her lap, and once again I was surprised by my lack of strength to resist. Her hand pressed into my tit again, and I bit down on my lip and shut my eyes. Her fingers curled around it, lifting for a moment before squeezing gently. "Open your eyes, princess," she whispered again. "It's not a very good health check if you cannot be certain of your own health." I couldn't help but obey, and looked at myself, sprawled out on the bed. What was with that expression? That blush? She squeezed and I watched my face contort in repressed pleasure, and I suddenly moaned. "Tsk tsk. You're not paying attention. This is why you need us to take care of you. Don't worry. We'll remember for you."
I watched her hand slip down my side and I felt my legs press together. "W-wait! I-! I can't! It's not! I can't, please, I can't!"
"Shhh.... it's okay, princess. This is just a routine health check up." Her fingers rolled on my nipple, pinching it softly. I felt my entire body stiffen, saw my mouth pop open. "Hmm. This one seems to be just fine... what of the other?" Her hand slipped across my chest, and gripped me again, while her other slipped fingers into my mouth. "I am checking you for lumps, princess. You should really make sure to do it yourself some time. Perhaps we'll teach you how. Can you pay attention for me?" I closed my eyes, feeling embarrassed. "No? Very well. But you do need to have your eyes open..."
I heard the door open, and the clack of heels, and I felt Alliane turn to look at the intruder. I looked a moment later, and saw the first maid, and she smiled kindly at me. "I have her majesties' clothes, Alliane. Oh, princess, what a lovely expression you have right now! It truly makes my heart sing."
"Please..." I said softly, around the fingers, my mind hazy. "I... I'm a boy....I... I can't..."
Alliane squeezed me viciously and my moan went up an octave. "Boy's don't moan like that, Princess," Alliane said matter-of-factly.
"We don't let our princess talk about herself so negatively," Deidre continued, smiling at me. "You were always the princess. Even when you didn't know it. The castle has sung to you for years, hasn't it? Ready for you. Waiting for you." She set the dress down and stepped closer to me, slipping a leg between my own. "It your blood that woke us up. Why don't you take responsibility for that?" Her fingers gripped my thigh gently, pulling until I relented, spreading my legs for her. "Why don't you tell me who you really are?"
"... Who I.... really am?"
"... the princess..." I said softly. "I... I'm the princess. I'm her."
"And what does the princess want?"
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