Chase the imposter

Malcolm is so outraged by developments that he gives in to his rage and runs down the hallway toward the imposter. His first few steps almost result in his falling to the ground, because he finds himself strangely off balance because of his smaller body mass and the weight of his breasts.

After a few tentative steps, he regains his balance and resumes his pursuit of the imposter, catching up to him as he approaches the residential portion of the Palace.

“You bastard!” shouts Malcolm, throwing himself on the doppelgänger, propelling both of them to the floor. Malcolm brings his fists down upon his opponent, who, despite the surprise, is easily able to block the tiny female fists.

“Guards!” calls out the look-alike, as he overpowers Malcolm’s futile efforts to pummel him. Moments later, Malcolm finds himself surrounded by members of the elite Royal Guard, who pull him off the imposter and hold him secure.

“Arrest that man!” Malcolm demands. “He is attempting to impersonate me. Throw him in the dungeon at once!”

The guards look at each other with unconcealed amusement. The senior guard turns to the imposter and says, “Have you been harmed, Your Majesty?”

The imposter rises to his feet and dusts himself off. “No, I am quite alright. Poor girl.... She is obviously deluded.”

“To the dungeon with her, then?” asks the officer.

The other man considers this, stroking his beard. “No, I think not. She is obviously in need of help, not punishment. I’d say she is a better fit for St. Hallacey’s Sanitorium. See to it that she gets there, will you?”

“St. Hallacey’s Sanit— Now just one minute, you treasonous piece of filth! I’ll have your head for this—“ Malcolm’s threat is cut off by a sharp slap across the face by the officer.

“Watch your tongue, wench! Is this how you repay His Majesty’s compassion?”

“It’s quite alright,” replied the imposter. “She obviously can’t help herself, but do get her out of here as quickly as possible so as to not disturb anyone with her rants. Now, if you will excuse me, I shall return to my bed and see if the Queen has been disturbed by this outburst.”

He gives a sly wink to Malcolm before turning on his heels and departing, leaving Malcolm in the company of the guards.

“You have to let me go,” demanded Malcolm, struggling against their strong arms. “I tell you I am your king!”

“Oh, I beg your pardon, Your Majesty,” said the senior officer, with an exaggerated bow. ”You’ll forgive me for not recognizing you in this clothing.” He reaches over to Malcolm’s dress and fingers the material. ”Boys, why didn't you tell me we had the bloomin’ king right here?”

One of the other guards sneered and said, ”Maybe he's hiding under here?” He takes hold of the hem of Malcolm’s dress and lifts it, exposing his feminine legs and modest panties. ”Hmmmm... Still no sign of the king there,” he said.

”And what do you have in here?” asks the first guard, placing his hands on Malcolm’s breasts. ”This must be where you carry your crown when you aren't wearing it.” Taking hold of the top of the dress with both hands, he pulls outward and down, revealing Malcolm’s bra-covered breasts. ”That doesn't look like a crown to me; what do you boys think?”

”I think we'd better make damn sure this really isn't the king,” replied the second guard. ”We wouldn't want to have the rightful sovereign committed to a sanitarium, would we? What say you we do a thorough inspection -- purely out of loyalty to the crown?” He leered at Malcolm’s body as the others murmured their agreement.

As the horror of the situation dawned on Malcolm, he opened his mouth to protest. ”Now just a damn minute--” Again, he was cut off with a sharp blow to the face.

“Watch it, Your Majesty,” said the senior guard. “It’s a long way to St. Hallacey’s. Don't give us an excuse to have an unfortunate accident along the way. You just cooperate, and things will go ever so much better for you.”

Nodding to the other guards, the senior officer leads the way down the hallway, and Malcolm finds himself being half led and half carried toward the door leading to the back of the Palace and the housing area for the Royal Guard.