It was like a swishing, swirling, sensation. It washed over the young Prince as he stepped through into the mirror realm. As he became aware of where he was standing, his senses slowly returning, he became increasingly aware of the tall woman talking to him. And of the body he was in. He was in the blonde girl's body, the one from the painting downstairs, literally inside her skin, and he could feel the sudden heft of her breasts. Although, apart from the augmented chest, there was something both comfortable and unnerving about just how well his body and hers correlated. He was also naked, apart from an exact replica of the Sun Star around his throat.
The woman had a sensuous quality to her, despite her more conservative outfit, but a commanding air suggested that, just as Sam had suspected, she was the madam of the brothel. Maybe she had been a seeker and worker of pleasure herself in the past, but now she was in control.
'....and just remember Julia. I don't want any, any, any chatter about this. Not with the other girls. Not with the servants. Not with the charming ribbon-seller in the market you seem to enjoy talking to. NO CHATTER. Understand me?' Her eyes bored into Sam, but it was clear she wasn't really expecting any answer. This was very much a woman who seemed used to getting her own way. 'The client pays for your confidentiality' she continued, arching an eyebrow critically, 'as well as your willingness to play the role he has laid out for you'.
A soft knock came at the door and the woman fixed her piercing gaze on Sam for a moment or two before whispering 'don't let me down' and heading to the door. 'Turn away' she ordered, clearly wanting his back to the customer. Heavy footsteps sounded across the room until, suddenly, two large hands reached around his naked form and took those firm breasts in strong fingers. They kneaded the flesh, thumbs and forefingers teasing the nipples, and a thick cock nestled between the young ''woman's'' ass cheeks. But it was the voice that was most shocking.
'Mmmmm. Perfect. You look just like him...except you have what he is lacking' came a deep, strong, educated voice. And, even as one strong hand slid down across Sam's toned stomach and towards his now feminine sex, the voice of his father, King Edward Sunn, was hot on his neck.
The woman had a sensuous quality to her, despite her more conservative outfit, but a commanding air suggested that, just as Sam had suspected, she was the madam of the brothel. Maybe she had been a seeker and worker of pleasure herself in the past, but now she was in control.
'....and just remember Julia. I don't want any, any, any chatter about this. Not with the other girls. Not with the servants. Not with the charming ribbon-seller in the market you seem to enjoy talking to. NO CHATTER. Understand me?' Her eyes bored into Sam, but it was clear she wasn't really expecting any answer. This was very much a woman who seemed used to getting her own way. 'The client pays for your confidentiality' she continued, arching an eyebrow critically, 'as well as your willingness to play the role he has laid out for you'.
A soft knock came at the door and the woman fixed her piercing gaze on Sam for a moment or two before whispering 'don't let me down' and heading to the door. 'Turn away' she ordered, clearly wanting his back to the customer. Heavy footsteps sounded across the room until, suddenly, two large hands reached around his naked form and took those firm breasts in strong fingers. They kneaded the flesh, thumbs and forefingers teasing the nipples, and a thick cock nestled between the young ''woman's'' ass cheeks. But it was the voice that was most shocking.
'Mmmmm. Perfect. You look just like him...except you have what he is lacking' came a deep, strong, educated voice. And, even as one strong hand slid down across Sam's toned stomach and towards his now feminine sex, the voice of his father, King Edward Sunn, was hot on his neck.