There was a knock on the door, the sound of keys unlocking, and some talking just outside that Aaralon could not hear. The door opened and a box was brought in. The guard holding the box stated, “Get cleaned up and put these on, your first customer will be here within the hour”.
‘My first customer’, Thought Aaralon? “Oh Shit”, he stated out loud. Aaralon still couldn’t believe his situation. He cursed inwardly that he should have never summoned that Tar'oth demon.
Aaralon had already tried all methods of escape and apart from magic, there didn’t seem to be a way out. He retained his magical knowledge, but in Avanna’s body, he couldn’t concentrate well enough to perform the simplest of tricks. He sat and sulked until a pounding on the door and a loud voice commanded him to hurry up.
He went over to the box and examined its contents. It contained a full dress with a separate bodice, silk panties and dainty slippers. There was also a pendant with a large ruby on it. Aaralon immediately grabbed the ruby, hoping it was the magical one, but alas it was not. It wasn’t even a real ruby, though the pendant did appear to have some magical writings on it.
Aaralon began to undress the nightclothes and clean up his body. The cold water made his nipples hard and that aroused him slightly. He put forth a strong effort to suppress the sexual arousal that he had in this body. ‘And I thought men were always horny’, he thought. ‘I never realized that women got so aroused.’
After drying off, he began to dress. He felt disgusted at having to wear women’s clothing, but in his present state, he resolved to going along until he could find a way to escape. There was more arousal as he pulled up the panties and fitted them around his tight ass. His smooth crotch felt wonderful as he passed his hand across his mound. “Stop It!” he shouted at himself. “This is no way to act”, he continued. By talking out loud, it calmed him and allowed him to better handle his present condition.
The bodice tied in the front and for as many of these as he had untied while bedding the lovely ladies at the school, it was difficult to tie one up. Once finished, he had to make some adjustments. It seems his new breasts didn’t like going where he wanted them to go and he poked and pushed them until they fit within the constraints of the bodice. Not knowing how to put on the dress, he figured out what was front and what was back and pulled over the top of his head and squirmed into it. Aaralon was unable to help himself, as he danced around the room once fully dressed, enjoying the feeling of the clothing. He added the final tough when he wore the pendant.
A knock on the door broke him away from his musings and reality hit him yet again. A wealthy lord walked in and closed the door behind him. Aaralon began to back away, not wanting what was sure to come from this. As his feelings manifested themselves, the pendant began a soft radiant glow and he could feel a magical warmth fill his body. He no longer had full control of his body. It was if he had been placed under a mild suggestion spell. A last frantic effort to remove the pendant failed as his arms could not move when he commanded them to. “Don’t act shy my love”, the lord said. “I can make this very pleasurable for you as well”, he continued. Aaralon couldn’t get away. He could only move when his movement was in line with what he was supposed to do and all he could fathom that he was supposed to do was to service this lord. Aaralon thought, ‘At least he said it would be pleasurable’…
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