Prince Liiran stirred uneasily as he woke, pushing away the elaborate sheets which lay atop his bed. His dreams had been increasingly odd as his eighteenth birthday approached; instead of dreaming about gloriously leading men to victory, or of carrying out heroic adventures, he’d been dreaming of a girl. She had long, silky blonde hair that flowed down past her shoulders, large breasts and blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. She wore a succession of dresses and gowns which only further emphasized her beauty. All in all, not something Liiran would have been especially surprised to dream about…..except that in his dreams he was that girl.
Staring into a mirror brushing her hair….being strapped into a dress….the weight of her breasts…..kissing handsome princes. It all seemed so natural in the dreams, as if he’d always been a girl. It was starting to worry Liiran, to be honest. He hadn’t mentioned it to his father; what would he even say? He was being trained to help rule the kingdom, to lead troops against the rebels one day, and he was dreaming about being a girl?
Liiran got dressed, putting on his tunic and trousers. He checked himself in the mirror, making sure he looked good. His father had relentlessly hammered home the point that his sons’ dress and behavior reflected on the dynasty, and Liiran took that seriously. The sounds of feminine giggling coming from down the hall outside of his chamber made him roll his eyes. Unlike some of his brothers, that was. Checking one last time to make sure that he was properly dressed, Liiran exited his chamber and walked down a short hallway, entering a large central chamber.
His brother Arias sat on a couch, a pair of beautiful girls sitting next to him, so closely they were practically in his lap. One was an Estrellian girl, with tan skin and long, dark hair. The other had curly light brunette hair and green eyes. Both were giggling at something Arias had said. It was hard to believe they’d ever been male, especially given their large breasts. Not that Roza or Myla had any idea they’d been male in the first place; the spell Antyny had cast made sure of that.
He’d been enraged when he’d learned that a couple of lowborn guards had knocked Arias around in a secret brawl in the training area. The fact that Arias had picked the fight in the first place, and that no one knew about it but the three of them, wasn’t apparently enough for Antyny. The guards were “transferred” to a different posting, and a short time later two pretty girls arrived to be Arias’ “attendants.” The only reason Liiran knew about the situation was that Arias, deeply drunk, had bragged to him about it one night.
Arias looked up at him and grinned. “Liiran! Come, join us.” He said. Liiran reluctantly walked over and sat down on a couch opposite of his brother. “What are you doing today?” Arias asked.