A tiredness suddenly washed over the disguised prince and servant duo, stifling a yawn Geri whispered to his liege. “Perhaps it is best we retire for the and plan our next move…. In the morrow.”
“And allow these imposters free rein of the…” Arden trailed off as he also yawned, the anger draining from him as he did. “Perhaps you are correct, Gertrude. Surely if they actually attempted do anything the guards will… discover them in sought order.”
Geri nodded quickly, somewhat confused at how eager he was for an excuse to retire to the maids quarters. He must been quite tired, he reasoned. “Quite right, let’s go get some rest. Been a long day of cleaning and tidying anyhow.”
In his drowsy stare, Geri’s voice slipped into its natural rural accent which he had taught himself to repress in preparation of becoming the personal servant of a royal. The accent mixed with his unconsciously girlish voice to form a cute twang.
The pair, with only a brief final hesitation at the prospect of leaving their doppelgängers be, made their way back towards the servants quarters to sleep. As they walked through the halls, they managed to maintain feminine postures even as their tiredness grew firmer. Arden’s hair grew longer and longer as the nighttime breeze flowed through it from the windows, becoming silky smooth as it floated back.
“Oh! Brenda, Edith, and Gretchen! You head on Arianna, I’m going to go see how they’re doing!” Geri said without thinking as he sported the trio gossiping in a corner near the maids quarters. A part of him felt bad at speaking so plainly to the prince, but another part could not resist the temptation of hearing whatever gossip he’d missed.
Arden merely waved his servant off, too tired to realise the oddity of Geri’s behaviour. Soon he found an empty bed and flopped down upon it, drowsing off to sleep soon after. As he slept, his body changed slowly yet steadily over the hours of darkness.
His already slender body shrunk dramatically as it gained new more pronounced curves, the breasts upon his chest in particular growing out into something many young woman would die for. First his tired groans as he shifted around were coarse and vaguely masculine, yet as time went on they rose in octave and grew soft and girlish.
What little remained of his fairly toned muscles gained from martial training vanished and dissolved into slim petite arms only good for carrying buckets and pushing brooms, all the proper duties a maid of the castle was expected to preform and nothing more. His lips soon fishies puffing out as settled to a kissable shape. His face in general softened and gained fair yet common features, losing much of its remaining resemblance to any member of the royal family regardless of sex.
In his mind, oddly enough any fears of imposters impersonating him could not be found within his dreams. Instead his sleeping thoughts swayed towards his experiences as a maid over the day. Truly it was an extraordinary experience, seeing the castle from a new perspective unbound by his role as a prince. Oh, if oily everyday could be such a fascinating ordeal…!
A rooster woke him up from his slumber, and in a daze he stumbled through the room, almost tripping over as his new much larger centre of gravity threatened to draw him to the floor. In a haze he found himself going through the motions of preparing himself, getting dressed, and even tying his brown hair in to twin tails without thinking.
“Mornin’ Arianna!” came an oddly familiar girl’s voice as Ari- Arden stepped out from behind a changing curtain. A freckled redhead about his age with curly hair and a petite but obviously feminine figure. Her voice had an obvious accent to it, one which showed this girl hailed froM the countryside.
“Huh… who are… you?” he wanted to ask, only for the words to exit a barely audible whisper. Blinking and restraining a gasp, he stared down to fair a pair of sizeable breasts. When had he had the time to add so much… stuffing? The events of the other day were likely a blur as he struggle to awaken fully. A second gasp did escape as he noticed the cleavage window his dress had, leaving no room to assume it was mere stuffing.
“Ya doin’ alright there Arianna?” Said the girl once more, a giggle coming from her soon after. “Aw, did you spend too much time last time flirtin’ with that strapping cook who caught ya eye?”
The tease caused a blush to form and war Arden face. “Oh do bloody shut it, Gertrude.” He shot back on instinct. His own speech patterns now rendered decidedly less refined and more akin to the common folk of the capital’s streets.
Wait… Gertrude, wasn’t that Geri’s false name? He squinted his eyes and slowly noted the vague resemblance between this girl and his man servant. Any confusion over their apparent transformed states was soon replaced by anger at the teasing. While he had long wished for Geri to grow more relaxed with him, this was not what he meant! Did Geri not realise they had more pressing matters to attend to?
A giggling fit from Gertrude… Geri, inflamed his displeasure and prompted a quick response!
(How does Arden/Arianna respond to Geri/Gertrude’s odd and insulting words?)