They plan to sneak the young prince out, disguised as a girl

"And we're still sure this will work?" Charlotte asked, concern in her grey eyes. Juno, the older black-haired woman with the large boobs, had just finished explaining the plan she and her two comrades had to get Marcus out of the castle safely. Apparently, they were going to disguise him as a commoner, and then the four of them could sneak out together, avoiding any attention from Gaius's soldiers who were apparently looking for the young prince. It sounded like a good plan to him, like something out of the adventure stories he loved. Though...reading about it in a book was one thing. He was already so nervous at just the idea, even with these women to help him.

"Course it will." Tabby nodded, slinging the pack she was carrying off one shoulder. "You're acting like this is the first time I've had to sneak a cute boy out of somewhere. Though usually all I was risking was a stern talking to from my folks, rather than having all our heads cut off for treason." She paused, as if expecting laughter, before scoffing and reaching into the bag instead. "Now, let's see here. One nice dress and shoes!" She pronounced, pulling out a short woolen gown and a set of slippers to go with it. "A bit big maybe, but they should fit well enough!" She held them out to Marcus, who just stared in confusion.

"Um...those are girl's clothes." The young prince murmured, his hands working over each other anxiously in front of his belly.

"Course they are." Tabby smiled smugly, as if this was the best idea anyone had ever had. "They're all looking for a prince! No-one's going to notice one more serving girl scurrying around, especially if we vouch for you. You being so cute just makes it even easier! Wear this stuff and no-one's going to think you're anything but a very pretty young girl." She winked at him, and Marcus felt his cheeks burn red-hot. He wasn't used to girls saying those sort of nice things about his appearance! Even...if she was supposed to say he was handsome or something like that instead.

"She's right." Juno nodded. "We can't risk moving you otherwise. Gaius isn't a fool, he'll have his men looking for a boy your age, making sure none of those loyal to your parents rescue you. If you're alive and safe his little rebellion isn't nearly as secure as he'd like. We'll just have to hope the soldiers out there doubt the rumours about just how...feminine you look. I know I did, so seeing you in person was quite the pleasant surprise." Her lips curled faintly at those last few words, a glimmer of amusement in her dark green eyes, and Marcus felt himself blush even hotter somehow. Much more of this, and he was pretty sure his cheeks were going to burst into flame!

"Um okay, guess that all works." Charlotte nodded. "You should...get changed, prince, quick as you can. I don't know how much longer it'll be before one of those soldiers come looking." Still unsure, Marcus reached out to take the clothes from Tabby, who winked at him. He held up the gown, feeling how soft it was in his fingers. At least it wouldn't be uncomfortable to wear, he supposed. Now he just had to put it on... "What's wrong?" Charlotte asked. "We need to hurry!" They were all staring at him expectantly, and the young prince felt way too ashamed to even mention how embarrassed he was to get dressed up like a girl in front of all these strong, confident women. Instead, his cheeks blazing and his stomach churning, he quickly pulled the dress up over his head and yanked it down on top of his shift. It mostly fit, to his surprise, though it was a little loose around his flat chest and tight across his butt and hips. Plus, it was...a bit short, only just longer than the shift he wore underneath, which meant a lot of his legs were still exposed. He yanked down the hem to try and cover more of his bare thighs, carefully looking anywhere but the mirror waiting against the other wall of his bedroom.

"Wow..." Tabby gasped. "Ain't that something." She stepped around one side of Marcus, taking the chance to leer at him from that angle as well. "Works even better than I thought it would. No-one's going to mistake you for a boy anytime soon, looking like that!" The young prince squirmed with shame. Her lingering stares at his butt were embarrassing enough already! Why did she have to go and point out just how easily he passed for a girl with just a change of clothing now too? To desperately distract himself, he grabbed the shoes next and hurriedly pulled them on his feet, but it didn't help much, not with how the dress swished over his hips with every slight movement. Glancing up again, he caught Tabby's leering stare, the slender brunette giving him another teasing wink. "Looking good, sugartits." She grinned. Marcus froze, so shocked he could barely even breathe.

"Don't call him that!" Charlotte gasped, her eyes wide with shock at her comrade's antics. "He's the prince!"

"Not right now he isn't." Tabby smirked back. "Right now he's just a pretty serving girl, so we got to treat him like one! It's called being in character, Charlie. Can't go around curtsying and bowing to him if we run into some of those soldiers on the way out, but if I smack his ass and call him pretty instead, they'll all be drooling too much at the hot girl on girl action to even have a clue who he really is."

"Right, I guess you'd know better." Charlotte nodded uncertainly, as if any of that any sense at all! Marcus swallowed anxiously, wondering if he was really safe with these women after all! If it weren't for all the screams from outside, he might have hidden under his covers instead and hoped they all just went away. Charlotte at least seemed the most sensible, so he shuffled closer to her. The lady knight glanced at him, a reassuring smile on her lips, even if her light grey eyes were wide and anxious.

"One last thing." Juno stepped in before he could slip past her. Marcus yelped in shock as her hand took him by the wrist, holding him with shocking strength. With the other, she reached up to his head. The young prince felt a strange tingling feeling over his scalp, one that made him shiver and squirm in the older woman's grasp. His skin flushed, heat flooding through his body, and to his stunned shock he even felt that naughty fluttering in his belly as his dick started to stiffen under the dress. "There." The older woman slowly let his hand drop, the faint, teasing glimmer in her green eyes hinting that she knew exactly what was going on between his thighs. Marcus stared at her with wide, shocked eyes, still wondering what she'd done to him. "As gorgeous as that silver hair is, it also makes it much too obvious who you are." Juno smiled back, her full red lips glistening. "This should work better for now."

Not understanding, Marcus tore his gaze from the busty older woman and found himself glancing at the mirror. What he saw there made him freeze in stunned surprise. He was blonde now! His hair, rather than the silver shade he'd inherited from his mother, had somehow changed to a honey-golden colour! He turned his head, eyes popping as he watched the newly coloured strands swish over his forehead and ears. His hair had gotten a bit long recently, and it was somehow much more noticeable now it had somehow changed shade. That, along with the dress he wore and the very girly way it clung to the curves of his body, gave him a rather dizzying sense he wasn't even looking at his own reflection anymore!

"How...did you?" He gasped, glancing back at Juno.

"I know a little magic." She replied, raising her hand and playfully wiggling a few fingers in a way that somehow made him blush all over again. "Things I've picked up over the years. Enough for these parlour tricks anyway, but I'm afraid my small gifts won't help much should your uncle's soldiers discover the deception." Magic? That wasn't even real, was it? The young prince gasped again, hardly able to believe what he was hearing. Everything was just happening so fast, he felt like he couldn't even pause to think or catch his breath. His only choice seemed to be going along with everything these women wanted, but...what were they planning to do with him?

"Speaking of, we should get moving." Charlotte urged, waving a hand towards the door. "The longer we wait the harder we make this." The other two women nodded, suddenly looking much more serious. Tabby stepped up to the door and neatly unlocked it, before easing it open in front of her. From the corridors beyond, Marcus could still hear some worrying noises, like distant shouts and the pounding of feet running through his parents' castle. The screaming seemed to have stopped at least, though...he wasn't sure if that was good sign or not. "Come, prince." Charlotte held out her hand. "I'll go first, and you follow me. If we run into any soldiers, let us do the talking, alright?"

The young prince swallowed anxiously, then nodded. No matter how scared and confused he was, the sight of Charlotte standing there in armour like a lady knight from his stories was a bit of a comfort. He shuffled forward, trying to ignore how the dress swished and flowed over his hips and wishing Tabby had found a longer one that didn't show off this much of his bare legs. The open door loomed ahead of him, with Gaius and his soldiers somewhere outside, looking for him! Marcus bit his lip nervously taking each step forward and hoping silently that his parents had gotten safely out with their own escorts. Now, he just had to do the same, and when they found each other again, his brave father would make this all right!