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A Life of Luxury

As you approach the mirror, you could swear that your reflection seems to warp in it, becoming smaller and thinner. You reach out and touch the mirror's surface, and suddenly everything goes black.

You slowly drift back to reality, guided by the sound of birdsong and the soft light of the afternoon sun. Things feel strange. Your head is groggy, your eyelids heavy. You're sitting in a chair, you slowly realize, surrounded by something soft and silky. It feels incredible on your skin. You could get lost in it so easily.

Finally, you force your eyes open. You're shocked to see that the tent has disappeared completely. You're sitting at a tea table beside the window in an elegant bedroom. The walls are white, trimmed with gold, and a chandelier hangs from the ceiling. At one end of the room sits a four poster bed covered in pink sheets, at the other a gilded bathtub and a folding screen. Outside the window, you can see a small courtyard, filled with neatly trimmed grass and an ancient oak tree.

It... it actually happened. "Holy shit..."

You instantly clamp your hands to your mouth. That wasn't your voice. It sounded so... twinkly. You didn't sound twinkle, right?

Wait, your hands. You pull them away from your mouth and look down at them in shock. Your arms look different. They're slender and delicate, with no muscle to be seen, and clad in pink opera gloves.

"Wha... what..." you stammer, in your twinkly little voice. Something falls in front of your face, and you instinctively brush away the strands of your waist-length platinum blonde hair. The gesture comes naturally to you, as if you've been doing it all your life.

...have you been turned into a woman? You reach for your groin, trying to find it in the folds of your silky pink backless ballgown. To your relief, you find it - a bit smaller than before, but still there. Another test confirms that you haven't suddenly developed breasts, although your chest is softer and more sensitive. You're still a man. Just a small, slender, pretty one.

Someone knocks at the door. "Your Highness!" a voice shouts, "Your Highness, it's time!"


What do you do now?


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