Stay in the princess’ chambers

Shaking off the bewilderment, you focused on the here and now. The first thing you needed to do was lock the door to your bedchamber, ensuring that no one would disturb you. The less contact you had with other people the better. The heavy oak felt foreign and unwieldy under your new, dainty hands, but you managed to slide the bolt into place with a satisfying thunk. The room was suddenly quiet, the outside world muffled and distant, leaving you alone with your thoughts and this unfamiliar body.

You approached the ornate full-length mirror that adorned the wall with a sense of trepidation. The woman staring back at you was a vision of beauty and elegance, but she was not you. Her fiery hair cascaded down her back, framing a face that was delicate yet determined. Her eyes were a piercing green. Your gaze drifted down to the lush curves that had replaced your toned physique. The emerald silks clung to her form, emphasizing the voluptuous figure you had often admired but never dared touch.

With trembling hands, you reached out to trace the contours of your new body. The softness of her skin was a stark contrast to the hardened muscles and calloused hands you were accustomed to. The fabric of her dress whispered against your fingertips as you explored the unfamiliar landscape of her waist, hips, and breasts. The weight of them was surprising, and you found yourself both fascinated and overwhelmed by the sensations.

You knew you had to change into her bedclothes to maintain the illusion of being Lady Giselle. With a deep breath, you began to untie the laces of the emerald silk gown. Each knot loosened with a gentle tug, revealing more and more of the creamy skin beneath. The dress pooled around your ankles, and you stepped out of it, feeling strangely exposed in the opulent chamber. The cool air kissed your bare legs, sending a shiver up your spine.

Before you was the reflection of your new, naked form. The sight was both strange and fascinating. You had seen women undress before, but never had you examined one with such scrutiny – especially not when it was your own body you were looking at.