Princess trying to get out of an annoying arranged marriage grabbing one of her ladies in waiting and going 'you'll do' before grabbing them by the hair and chopping it off.
The lady tries to protest but the princess wont take no. Shes stripped of her dresses. Clothes thrown out as a new dashing masculine wardrobe is assembled. She forces new etiquette lessons on her. Crop in hand to smack her every time she gets it wrong. The princess takes your name and says everyone must call you by a new one. You're not allowed to leave her quarters without her.
She injects you with something once a week. She keeps calling you her prince. The clothes you're wearing are arguably nicer than the ones you had before. She keeps you manicured and perfect like a doll.
Her voice is calm and soothing as she assures you're doing good. It's strange. You feel an ache in between your thighs.
You keep noticing the princess. The other ladies in waiting. Were they always so tempting? She notices how you're sitting one day and forced you to strip again. She plays with you below and smirks. "Good boy." She uses that crop again on your rear this time you flush with pleasure.
It changes more after that. Every time she catches your gaze she whips you on the rear or between your legs. Every time you're good she hits you. Every time she calls you a boy. One day she says "good boy" and you get wet in anticipation and she laughs.
You've been doing extensive vocal training for months, you havent heard your old name since this started. When you try to interact with your old ladies in waiting they all blush and act strange. Like youre a man.
You've admittedly been avoiding the mirror. What if you like it?
She makes you stuff your undergarments so theres a buldge in your pants one day and for some reason it makes you shake. You keep squeezing it. You want it to he real. Its not fair.
The chest reps have made your breasts smaller. Almost flat. You look in the mirror. There's a handsome man in there and you arent sure how to take it. You're not...its not right, is it?
Your princess wraps her arms around you and bites your ear. "Good boy. My handsome prince." Her fingers trail under your coat grabbing at your body. "Soon you'll be introduced to the court and then you'll be my fiance. Isn't that exciting."
Your mouth is dry. "Yes, my princess." What sort of man could say no?