When you awake you are inside a dark covered wagon. You feel long hair over your face it takes you a second to realize it’s yours. You brush the hair out of your face. When you do you feel no stubble only smooth skin and your features do not seem right. You then move your hands down to examine the rest of your body. When your hands reach your now hairless chest you feel two very large breasts. You nearly go into shock at that point and remember what happened back at the slavers place. You move a shaking hand down between you legs and find that your manhood is gone. You don’t need too much of an imagination to realize what has taken its place. You also don’t need a mirror to know that you now look like the girl you designed back in the training tent.
They have dressed you in a simple one piece dress that hides little of your new body and chained you inside the cart. You don’t know how long you’ve been out, but you know remember why the girl’s father looked familiar. He is one of the richest most powerful merchants around. You have personally had no dealings with him, but did see him once on one of your adventures. He is infamous for his temper with those that cross him. “What the hell was that slaver thinking taking his daughter”, you think to yourself while struggling with your restraints. After a while you give up. Not even your former form would have been able to escape these restraints.
You eventual fall back to sleep and awake as the wagon comes to a stop. After only a few minutes the old man opens the back of the wagon letting the light shine in. As your eyes adjust to the sunlight he says, “Wake up my little treasure, we’re at your new home”. Another man enters releases you from your restraints and helps you out of the wagon. It’s a good thing he is there to hold you as not only are you stiff from the ride, but also unaccustomed to your new proportions. Again the old man comes up to you only this time you are not eye to eye. He looks down and says to you, “Now my dear your lesson starts. If you learn it well I will restore you manhood If not then at least you will be good for something. You will be my daughter’s hand maiden, you will obey her every command”.
Just then a younger man runs up immediately looks at you, your breasts to be specific and says, “Father, a slave girl this is not like you”. The old man faces and says, “She is not a slave son”. The young man then reaches out touching your face says, “Ah, she is very beautiful, very exotic father. May I have her for a bride”? You can tell by the look on the old mans face that he is thinking and then says to you, “It is your choice my dear. Will it be my daughters hand maiden or my son’s bride? Either way my promise to you stands”.
You stand there considering your options. The daughter from what you’ve seen of her previous behavior has inherited her father’s taste for vengeance. Life as her maiden would be harsh. Life as the son’s bride would have it’s benefits. The wife of the son of a powerful merchant would have many more freedoms than a hand maiden. You just don’t know if you could deal with the other things that would go with being a wife. Yet by the way he is looking at you that will probably happen regardless of your choice. You look at the old man and say, “I’ve made my choice. I will be…..
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