operation: slavegirl princess

Shiro was gone not a few minutes before she came back carrying a rather tattered-looking shirt, somewhere between an ancient hand-me-down oversized shirt and a potato sack.
“Take it off,” Shiro said with a motion towards Masa. The princess looked stunned, staying speechless. “Your robes. Your jewelry too.”
“Now see here!” the guard objected. “I won’t stand by and watch you do this…!”
“Then turn away,” Shiro said firmly. “And don’t watch. This will work.”

The guard sputtered, but Masa raised her hand to quiet him. The guard swallowed and turned his back on the women. She looked up at the ronin, meeting her eyes and then nodding, rising to her feet and working calmly at undoing her robes. She was soon naked, suddenly a small-chested Asian girl with hair down past her buttocks. She was slender and had just a bit of plumpness to her. Shiro admired it openly, nodding in approval at the princess.

Her pearly skin blushed over her cheeks, but she stayed silent and smiled back at Shiro’s quiet praise. “Now wear this. And tie back your hair.” Shiro gave her the old garment, Masa looked at it skeptically.
“I know. But I lined it with silk, so at least it won’t itch.”
Masa slung it over her head, fit with nothing more than arm and head holes. She frowned down at it.
“They’ll be looking for a princess,” Shiro said with a smile. “Not a **** girl. I know this village doesn’t permit such trade, but they won‘t take any action to stop an owners, so it will not be so odd for us to be passing through…”

The guard turned back and shook his head with a frown. His lady was covered unflatteringly, the garment only reaching her knees and while he couldn’t see to be sure, anyone could see everything when they looked up it. “It could work,” he grumbled grudgingly.
“It will,” Shiro said, patting his shoulder. She helped tie the princess’ hair into a ponytail and added a loose leather choker for good measure. “Just have her clothes sent home in the mail, or however you need. We’ll likely beat them home…”