The King Slims Up (Petite Feminine Build)

---the device continues to buzz.

Up on the raised seat on the throne, Daddy shifts his cute little legs. Ah, it's always funny watching daddy try to look regal and stern to visitors, but he's a long history of failing to be taken seriously. Truly, one would think he would raise the throne itself - or perhaps wear anything other than a skirt- but the throne was a gift from mother's kingdom and the skirt a gift from mother herself, so... Well, Daddy's quite a sweetheart inside.

I doubt he's really too upset by James' presence, especially since he should know full-well I gladly initiated the encounter myself. Ah, if only the men of our kingdom weren't so girlish and slight of frame, perhaps I could have found some who would truly satisfy me before James.

But alas, daddy is the very peak of masculinity for Armelia. 'Tis a sad state of affairs for a woman like me, who needs a big, hard cock to worship. It just doesn't... feel the same way, with a man who looks so much like a woman.

Even so, while James' arrival is surely a blessing from the Goddess Herself, propriety insists I must present him to my father. Of course, propriety would have also dictated I wait to marriage - or at least official betrothal - before coupling with him. Teehee.

It is this faux pax I seek to explain when--