Wandering through the mansion, finding that she needed to change the way she held herself in order to even stand up properly, Riayn slowly opened one door after another, hating what has happened to her and the fact that not only is she holding herself like a girl, walking like a girl, but that her mind was slowly slipping into a feminine frame.
"Thank the maker," Riayn whispered as she opened a door and found herself looking in at a large, ornate bathroom.
Slipping inside, she closed and latched the door as she patted the wall, looking for a light switch, terrified that this place was to old to have any electricity at all. After a bit, she found a old press-button switch and pushing the top button, she blinked as an old lamp sputtered to life, bringing meager light to the room.
Looking down at her body, able to see it better with the light, Riayn sighed and groaned at the same time. After a moment, she looked about and seeing a mirror, she kicked off the slippers and slipped out of the terrycloth robe.
Finding a hook, she hung the robe on it and after moment of thought, reached down and grasping the hem of the tank-top she was wearing, Riayn pulled it up and over her head. Hang it on the hook as well, she then reached down and undid the tie and pushed off the pyjama bottoms, which also found there way onto the hook.
Moving across the room, watching herself in the mirror, Riayn groaned again at the female body reflected back. Tracing the thong, noting that it just barely covered her front, Riayn turned about in place, taking in how her butt, waist and thighs looked so feminine.
After a moment, she removed the underwear and giving it only a moments thought, she reached up and undid the front clasp on the bra. Setting both undergarments on the edge of the tub, Riayn shifted her pose about in front of the mirror, forcing herself to come to terms that the girl reflected back was her. Touching her shaved groin and then her breasts, she suddenly stopped and thought, "Why do I only look to be about four foot nine inches."
"Will you play with me?" a voice behind her suddenly asked and turning about, startled so much that she placed a hand over her crotch and an arm across her breasts, Riayn took in the little girl standing in a door that Riayn could have sworn had not been there when she had entered.
"Will you play with me?" the girl asked again.
Unsure, Riayn reached for her bra and underwear, but stopped as the girl said, "If you will not play with me, I will have to summon Bruno. And you will not like that."
Hand still stretched out, reaching for the undergarments, Riayn blinked a couple of times and then finally asked, "Are you threatening me? Because if you are, that would be a show of bad manners on your part."
The girl said nothing at first and then explained, "I aint threatening you. I'm just telling you what will happen if you refuse."
Scared, not liking the sound of being turned over to this Bruno fellow, Riayn finally asked, "And what would we play if I agreed to play with you?"
"Anything," the girl said immediately, a grin spreading across her face.
"Can I put back on my clothes?" Riayn asked.
Shaking her head, the girl explained, "You won't need them, because I have something you can wear." and turning, she exited back into what Riayn could see was a bedroom.
Looking at her undergarments, torn between wanting to put them back on and run, and wanting to follow the girl and hope she doesn't summon this Bruno, Riayn sighed and after a bit of deliberation, she followed the girl into her room.