Leon woke up in a castle. He looked about, trying to determine if what he had just seen was only a dream. He pushed himself up in bed, immediately noticing an unfamiliar weight on his chest. Looking down, Leon found a pair of large breasts. He lost his balance, falling backwards onto the bed. Leon saw a mirror and jumped out of bed to it. The woman in the mirror was a gorgeous creature with curvy blond hair, a thin waist, slender arms, a thick rear, long legs, and to top it off, a pair of what had to be DD breasts. Even his face had become exceptionally feminine, with a small upturned nose and little freckles dotting his cheeks.
"Morning Lisa," the voice of the woman came from behind him.
"I am not Lisa, I am King Leon the third," Leon said in a perfect falsetto.
"Not anymore. Now, you're princess Lisa the eighth," the woman said.
"I can't be," Leon muttered.
"Oh, but you can. You are. And you will be for a rather long time," the woman giggled.
"What do you want? Money? Revenge? Why not just kill me?" Leon asked, putting her hand on her hip and pouting. She didn't intend to do that, but it just came naturally.
"Because I want you to suffer. And you will. Fortunately for you, there is actually a way for you to stop being Lisa," the woman said.
"How?" Leon asked, lunging toward the woman, her breasts swinging like a pendulum as she did.
"Each life you enter, you can leave as soon as you either die or accomplish a goal I set for you." the woman said, "If you want to stop being Lisa, you have to do what all princesses are supposed to."
"And what is that?" Leon asked through gritted teeth.
"Give birth to a son," the woman said, holding back laughter.