Leon woke lying on his stomach, his head spinning. He was in a large room filled with silk curtains and red fabric. The bed he was lying in was a large feather bed of some sort, not too dissimilar from the royal one he was used to. As the fog in his head began to clear more, Leon realized it almost felt like there were two large pillows underneath him. His body felt….different; there was an emptiness between his legs, and with a sinking feeling he slowly looked down.
Yep. He was a woman. A woman with rather large breasts, in fact. Glancing up again, Leon spotted what he knew HAD to be himself in a nearby wall mirror. A pretty blonde stared back at him. She had large breasts—larger than his wife’s had been, a part of his brain noted— and bright blue eyes that almost seemed to sparkle. She wasn’t wearing any clothing either.
Before Leon could really wrap his head around that fact, a snoring sound came from the other side of the bed. He’d been so fixated on his own body that he’d forgotten to look around, he realized. Shaking his head to clear the last of the fog from it, he glanced over and saw…..a naked man. A VERY naked man.
The man dozing next to him was a burly fellow, with a full reddish beard. His muscular frame was quite appealing, Leon had to admit. Even more so was his manhood—-wait.
What?
Leon was starting to realizing where the punishment was coming in. This new body was VERY attracted to men, and if he didn’t want to do something he’d regret, he had to slip past the sleeping man. Carefully he started to slide past, something in him making him cast a longing look at the manhood of his client…..
Just as he was about to make it off the bed, strong arms seized hold. With a decidedly feminine squeal Leon felt himself get pulled down on top of the now wide awake man next to him. “Going somewhere, Lily?” He asked. “I did pay for another hour in the morning.”
Leon opened his mouth to protest. He wasn’t a courtesan, he was a king! All appearances to the contrary, anyway. As he did, though, a strange warm feeling washed over him.
“Of course, handsome. And we had sooooo much fun last night, I just wanted to make sure we could keep it up this morning.” A sultry voice purred. Despite the fact that it come from his own mouth, Leon was dumbfounded. “That’s not what I wanted to say!” He thought to himself, even as his traitorous body leaned in for a passionate kiss with the man, already repositioning herself to be in better position for him to begin thrusting into her.
The next hour went by in a blur for Leon, his female body fully in control as he and the man—whose name he’d never gotten—engaged in all manner of sexual pursuits. Finally, with a content sign, the client had dressed and left the room, leaving a few more coins on the dresser and Leon floating in an afterglow.
“So, Lily, how was your first time?” A voice asked. Leon sat up abruptly, seeing the fairy hovering in the middle of the room, a wicked smirk on her face. “You thought you were better than the witches you executed because you were a king. Well, now you are nothing more than a pretty girl who spreads her legs for anyone with enough coin to pay for the privilege.”
“That’s not true!” Leon insisted. At the fairy’s raised eyebrow he blushed, but continued on. “You turned me into this, and witches were a threat to the entire kingdom! They had to be dealt with.”
The fairy scowled. “Some were, but many weren’t. You didn’t bother to notice the difference. Now, Lily” she added as she started fading away, “I’ll be back to check on you in a bit. Have fun!”