"Shit!" You curse in the princesses voice. You feel her body overwhelming your own thoughts, it's feelings, it's desires, it's cravings. It's as infectious as it is pleasurable. You feel a tug of war with her body. It tugs at your mind changing it to hers. As the waves of exctisy hit you, you understand her. You think like the body wants to think.
The Princess' body wielded you just as you wielded it. You kick off her shoes then your dress. You stand, bare but for your underwear and corset in the mirror. She looks perfect. You look perfect. This body is perfect. From your luscious thighs to perfect waist, though supported by a corset, it is still shaped as an hourglass. Finally your breasts which you take the opportunity to cup. They are neither firm or ripe, large or small. Barely contained in a silky bra you enjoy them with a message.
What is this? You find it hard to control your own, admittedly possessed, hands. You want more of this, more sensations. You rip your hands away and stare at "yourself" in the mirror. To keep this body from controlling you first you kist understand it.
First of all the foreignness of this form finally hits you. Though you have possessed a few people this day you never really has the chance to let that sink in. Sink it it did. You shake your thighs amazed at how thick they are. You brush your hand against your crouch and wonder at how smooth it is. Speaking of smooth your hands! Soft as silk they feel as though they've never felt labor before. Remembering that you are a Princess now that's probably right actually.
You're smaller than you were before. The Princess stood hardly more than five and a half feet. You felt well, weak. Your previous body had hardly been strong, but at least you could say that you had lifted more than a teacup. Your raven hair, silky, long, and gracious hung lazily over your shoulder. Earlier it had been tamed by an elaborate bun, but she must have removed it when you depossessed her.
That all begged the question of what her end goal really was? You are ripped from your thoughts by a stirring beside you. You had almost entirely forgotten about her, but the maid now stirred.
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