I kinda want to make this into a series. This first chapter is pretty light on the sex and is mostly solo and story set up. I'm new to this so constructive criticism is appreciated.
Zoie moved quietly through the bitch's room. Her Royal Majesty had a new love and she'd, as usual, put a lock of hair in her locket, so as to 'keep her love close at all times.' Thankfully, she thought it wasn't worth keeping her love close while she was asleep, the 'locket is simply too heavy' she had explained to Zoie. She just smiled and nodded, as she always did at the Princess' prattle.
"There you are," Zoie thought to herself as she found the locket. It was always in one of three places in the Princess' chambers, 'To keep it safe from malefactors' she claimed. Zoie pried it open and just as she had expected a lock of hair was snuggled inside, no portrait this time, she usually had a miniature of whatever boy she was snogging in there.
Zoie didn't wonder too long at the irregularity, instead, she carefully took on a single long strand out and wrapped it safely around her horse-hair bracelet, before quickly returning the locket to its original place and leaving the room.
Once out in the corridor, after making sure the coast was clear, she quickly threaded the hair into her horse-hair bracelet for safekeeping. She had the hairs of at least a dozen people in wrapped in there, the Princess, all the boys she had courted, and most of the other handmaidens.
The bracelet had been a stroke of genius on her part, perfect for storing an artifact of whoever she wanted to transform into, after all, hair was the perfect candidate. Teeth were rather hard to get a hold of, naturally, and toenails... well, were quite disgusting and to be caught with a stash of them...
Zoie quietly entered her chambers and set herself down on her small cot. She wondered how big the new penis she'd get to play with would be, she loved beating off since her natural form was completely sexless. She had no pussy, no dick, no boobs or even nipples, the only way to really tell she was a girl was her voice. It was a very boring body. It was part of the reason why she loved to transform. The other being the endless opportunities.
Zoie, comfortably seated, closed her eyes, and started to transform. She felt the familiar tingling feeling as blood rushed to fill the new tissue. Suddenly, she heard a ripping sound, and her eyes snapped open, worried that someone walked in on her.
But there was no one there. She looked into her mirror and realized that it was the simple handmaiden's shift that had torn. Instead of the lightly muscled chest that she was expecting, there were these perfect pairs of tits. They were high and pert and her slight pink nipples were rock hard, poking through what was left of her shift.
Zoie was certainly not expecting this, to say the least. She worried for a moment about how she'd explain the torn uniform before being entranced by the ravenous red-head staring back at her through the mirror.
"Oh, my, what has the Princess caught this time," she thought as she gave her new full breasts a jiggle. She started to very roughly strip of her clothes, the shift was torn anyway so she didn't care. Of course, she had no bra or panties to contend with as she didn't need them.
She stood up to admire herself in the mirror. Standing up she realized she was sexier than she could ever imagine. She had gravity-defying boobs, beautiful long red hair that ran down to a muscular ass with thighs to strangle a man, the very sight of herself made Zoie's new pale face flush a deep crimson. She stared into her own new emerald eyes as she fantasized about everything she was about to do to herself.
She gave her tits a quick squeeze and almost jumped at the sensitivity. She left behind a clear pink handprint on her ghostly skin.
"Oh Zoie, you've hit the jackpot. Maybe we should send this girl off somewhere and then we'll be her forever," Zoie said aloud in a voice like honey.
She was just about to test out her cunt when there was a knock on the door.
"Fuck," she said a little too loudly. "Just a minute!"
She transformed back into herself, slipped on some new clothes and mussed up her hair as if she'd been sleeping.
"Do you know what time it is!" she exclaimed as she opened her door, "This better be—"
She stopped dead. Facing her now was the very same girl who she had been fondling a moment ago. This version, however, was a bit dirtier and had shorter black hair.
"Who are you?" she said kindly hiding her shock.
"I'm Heather, Cassi— I mean my lady, hired me a few days ago. She said to report to you as soon as I got in," she explained.
"Oh, poor thing, you just arrived? Come with me I'll show you to your new chambers," Zoie replied, "Have you got your things?"
"The porter is bringing them up," she answered.
"Good, good, tell me, Heather, where are you from?" She asked casually as she led her along.
"I'm from Davenport, ma'am, my Lady, hired me there a few days ago."
"Oh yes, she stopped there on her cruise down the river didn't she. You've made good time, you were on horseback, I assume?" Zoie said
"Yes."
"Marvelous, our lady only arrived back yesterday. You must be a stellar equestrian no wonder your as—" she caught herself, "arrival was so quick."
"Thank you, ma'am," she replied sheepishly. She was intimidated by the tall boyish handmaiden.
"Here we are at the baths, there should be one ready, always is you know, why don't you slip out of your riding clothes, freshen up and I'll get you settled in," Zoie instructed.
