…Prince to poor whore

Prince Aslan gripped the leash about her neck, tugging on it in shock. The transformation had been swift and taken her completely by surprise. Everything had tingled weirdly. Then there had been the shrinking of his body, growing of breasts, loss of muscle, dwindling of his manhood into a female sex. Transformation magic! She looked identical to the common low class whore she'd just been screwing. Before she knew it the whore had clipped a collar and leash about her neck. There had been another tingling sensation. The collar was magical!

"Azkhazu! Aslan. Be quiet girl!" Brandy ordered. Aslan immediately stilled. A collar of command? The wearer of such an item could not remove it and became the immediate servant of whoever knew the command word. She should know, she'd seen such collars use on criminals before. But to use one on a girl?! That was evil. To use it on her was worse. "Ah... now let me see... play with yourself."

Aslan eyes widened as she found herself obeying the command. A moan escaped her lips as she discovered how sensitive her new sex was. It was incredible. She'd been commanded to be silent and she put her leash in her mouth and hit down on it to obey.

"So prince. I'll be taking over your life. I'll take you back to the brothel. Soon Duke Bargle will collect you... you'll be his servant..." Brandy laughed. "You look like your enjoying yourself. Good whore..."