Mirror Mirror on the Wall

It is now present day.

Your 18th nameday passes by and surprisingly no big scary event happens all day. You weren't sure what you were expecting your stepmother had in store for you. Maybe she would've forcibly taken your anal virginity in her bed chamber, maybe she planned to pass you around her pillow chamber to all her futa guests, or maybe she wanted all the futa maids to take you all at once in your maid uniform while you tried scrubbing the floor speared on their cocks, OR MAYBE she planned to find the most massive dicked futas in her royal guard and have them run a train on you until your nameday passed or you yourself passed out. You imagined the terrifying possibilities were endless. However, it seems as if your stepmother is cooped up in her room all day preoccupied with her weird bobbles and trinkets.

You thankfully didn't even have to work as her personal maid today, since she wouldn't let anybody in her quarters. You walk along the corriders in your baby blue dress that stretched down to your ankles, short wavy raven black hair down to your neck, and white slippers on. You briefly thought maybe you would be able to get away with dressing as a boy today, but you wouldn't have known where to get the clothes even if you could. Your stepmother threw out all your male clothes years ago and there weren't even many males left in the castle to raid a proper male wardrobe. Besides, she had the servants lay out your feminine outfit for you everyday, and she would've known immediately if you didn't wear it. You dismiss the idea as a lost cause and see it as a small victory you at least got away with not wearing the ruby lipstick your stepmother personally picked out for you. Unfortunately, your lips were naturally the most girly part about you and were very pink and feminine on their own.

As you thought about your stripped away masculinity, you unintendedly walk by your stepmother's chambers. You notice the door opened a crack and have a moment of panic, thinking she might see you and remember you were due for a gaping by giant futa cock.

You immediately begin to turn around and retreat until you hear chanting in her room. Your stepmother is clearly busy doing something so your curiosity wins out, and you slowly and quietly begin inching towards her cracked door.

You peak your head the tiniest bit to look through her cracked door, seeing your stepmother holding some trinket up in front of her prized and bejeweled large mirror that was always hung right next to her bedside. You had never actually seen your stepmother performing magic or rituals, but this certainly seemed like such a case as she continues chanting some seemingly ancient dead language.

Abruptly, you see something smoky and green swirl within the magic mirror and you instinctively pull back from the doorway in fright. This was *Scary, no question, and you weren't afraid to admit it. Your stepmother was a scary woman with a scary reputation, which is why you never felt the need or courage to push back on her **** changes to your life and wardrobe. You were deeply afraid she might actually turn you into a real girl or something even worse if you were completely unwilling to go along with her plans. The thought of her transmutating you into a literal cockwarmer for her big futa dick was beyond terrifying. You desperately did not want to cross this woman.

You then hear her stop her chanting and set down the weird trinket in her hands. You hear her loudly pronounce "Oh wise and all-knowing spirit of the infinite looking glass! I have performed your rite and now ask you to come forward from the netherworld to answer my call!"

You could now discern some other sounds coming from the room. They didn't sound like anything you had ever heard before, like a blend of a fierce storm and distorted screams. Among the chaotic dark noises, you hear an echoey deep female-esque voice say "Ask your question, and I will give you an answer."

This other voice made you freeze up in terror. You knew for a fact there was nobody else in that room with her. You notice that you were beginning to sweat in response.

Then you overhear your stepmother continue in a loud baritone chant "Mirror Mirror on the Wall, who has the fairest Cock and Balls?"

This makes you pause, but before you could even register her words, the mirror answers "Sam doesssss...".

This entire back and forth suddenly cut through your terror, and your face morphs into a confused expression.

You hear your stepmother lash out "WHAT! What do you mean SAM!?" "You Must be Mistaken!"

You could hear the unfiltered frustration in the Queen's voice as she asked again, with a bit more irritation this time, "Mirror Mirror on the Wall, who has the fairest Cock and Balls??"

The voice answers "Samuel White has the fairest Cock and Ballsssss...."

Your stepmother let's out a frustrated high-pitched scream followed by something smashing and shattering against the wall of her room.

You hear her fruitlessly scream at the mirror "This can't be right!! I don't accept this!"

Your terror creeps back in triggered by your stepmother's raw anger, and you decide it's time to slowly back away and pretend you were never there.

You weren't sure what the hell you just overheard. What did she mean by "cock and balls"? Did that have some type of deep or metaphorical meaning or did your stepmother just geniunely want to know who had the best scrotum in the kingdom. Was this why she had you begin to wear a chastity device?? Or dress like a girl? You knew it had to do with the succession of the thrown, it had to, but maybe she was trying to feminize you for some unknown magical reasons...

The whole thing was more than a bit confusing, but your stepmother's reaction and raw anger from the mirror's answer sent waves of fear up your spine. You had a bad feeling about what you just saw.

You decided to put the scene out of your mind for now however and see what you could find to eat in the kitchens.

Halfway there, you sharply turn around the next corner in the hallway and abruptly bump into someone coming around the corner from the opposite direction.