Learning how to be a girl

His promise to be good still fresh in his mind, Marcus did everything Coraline told him, no matter how embarrassing. It wasn't easy, since it turned out girls worried about a lot more things than he'd ever realized! He'd thought they all just looked pretty and feminine without any effort, but it took a lot of work!

There were some lessons he'd been expecting, like how to put on makeup. He'd been dreading that one, but it had turned out kind of fun. The young prince spent an hour or so in front of a mirror with Coraline at his shoulder, telling him how to gently brush dark powder around his eyes, or cover his lips with red dye. When he managed to get it right and looked at his own face in the mirror, it had made him gasp in shock. His eyes looked huge, the blue color picked out sharply by the faint shadow the makeup left around them, and his lips were full and glistening, begging for a kiss. He didn't look anything like a boy anymore! It was kind of cool how just a little dye and powder could change his looks so much! Maybe he'd even keep putting some on when he got back to the Castle and making himself look pretty like this just for fun.

Coraline was really happy with him when he got it right, hugging him tight into her massive boobs and telling him how proud she was of her gorgeous girl. That made him feel so nice and warm inside. Suddenly makeup wasn't scary at all anymore, and if he looked this much like a girl with it on then maybe their plan could work after all! Sergeant Castus wouldn't be suspicious at all, right?

Then there were the things he didn't enjoy very much at all. Like, why did it matter so much how he walked? Everyone walked the same whether boy or girl, right? But Coraline put a flat tray on his head and made him strut up and down the room with it still there, urging him not to let it fall. At the same time, she was constantly telling him to roll his hips with every step and stick his butt out. Apparently this was supposed to make him more graceful and feminine, but trying to do it naked left him blushing furiously and trembling so much with shame he could hardly keep the tray up for more than a few steps. He got so frustrated he started crying, tears dribbling down his cheeks as he tried again and again.

At least Coraline seemed to recognize how difficult he was finding it, because rather than getting mad or punishing him like he was terrified of, she was gentle and encouraging, urging him to keep going and clapping her hands excitedly each time he managed to make it a few more steps. With her acting this way, picking up the tray and trying again felt so much easier. It took a while, but eventually he was able to walk the length of the room over and over with a nice, straight back and head up, even naked as he was.

Coraline was even prouder of him after that. She'd hugged him really tight and whispered fiercely in his ear that he was such a good girl. Marcus had smiled shyly, his face in her amazing boobs. If being a good girl meant her treating him this nicely, he didn't mind it so much. He promised himself again that he'd keep trying his best to please her. It was feeling more and more right he do so, even if it meant pretending to be Marcie, her daughter.

She was so pleased with him in fact, he'd finally earned the chance to wear clothes again. This time she'd had him put on the silk gown and dress himself, nice and carefully so they didn't crease anywhere and settled nicely over his butt and flat chest. Wearing something finally after all that time spent blushing and naked had made the young prince sigh with relief. He didn't even mind anymore that these were girl's clothes! Now he knew exactly why he had to look like one, it didn't make him embarrassed at all. It was only sensible that he get used to walking around wearing girl's clothes, and the dress just looked so very pretty and suited him so well.

He found himself spinning a little in the mirror and watching the pretty pink hem flow around his bare hips, showing off the pale skin of his thighs. That had him blushing hot again, but he did it anyway, especially since it made Coraline coo with happiness every time. The one question he had was if the dress had ever belonged to her, how had it fit over her massive boobs? Even when she was younger, they can't have just grown out of nowhere, right? Instead, it seemed made to flatter his own flat chest so nicely and even give the hint of slight curves there. Would Sergeant Castus think he had boobs? The thought made him giggle. It felt kind of wicked and fun to pull the wool over the annoying soldier's eyes like that. Marcus was suddenly sure he'd be such a good girl, that idiot wouldn't even know what hit him!

It was getting late by then, so Coraline cooked up one last nice supper of stew for the two of them which they ate together while she again instructed him how to have girly table manners. Marcus was really, really tired by then, barely able to keep his eyes open after a long, hard day. When he'd dropped his spoon and almost fallen face-first into his stew, she'd darted round and gathered him up into her arms.

Exhausted, the young prince was gently guided back to her bed, where she tenderly stripped him out of the dress and gown, whispering again in his ear how well he'd done today and telling him over and over how good a girl he was. Marcus was smiling faintly as she laid him down in her bed and laid the blankets over his slender, naked body, then gave him a little kiss goodnight on his forehead. He was still a little worried about tomorrow, but suddenly he was really sure her plan was going to work if he just kept trying to be good. He was so lucky she was here to tell him how to do these things. Without her, he'd have just been totally lost and helpless. With that thought filling his head, along with a strange, aching warmth in his heart, the young prince slipped away into slumber.