Dress up. Don't make the king wait

Calling the prince effeminate was an understatement. At a glance, with your shoulder length platinum blonde hair, you look like a young woman. A stunningly beautiful one at that, a trait that most likely you inherited from your mother. Not just that, you also have high pitched but silky soft voice of a woman. Your timid personality certainly reinforces this notion even further. Everyone who met you for the first time would think that you are a princess. Both men and women are attracted to you, and numerous men and women have asked for your hand in the past.

And even better, sometimes you wear woman's clothes. Sometimes you were dressed like princess, sometimes a nun, sometimes a maid, and sometimes you wear something more.... racy under those layers of garments. It's unknown who made you wear these, some say the king himself, some say the queen. But it's certain that nobody would protest, or dare to protest about this matter.

And now, you just got up from bed, still sitting with your blanket covering the bottom half of your body. You wear a form-fitting satin shirt, with buttons open. It was the same shirt that you have been wearing since yesterday, Under your formal jacket during lunch and meeting with other lords and under your doublet during swordsmanship practice. And you can feel yesterday's sweat still soaking several dark patches on the shirt. The open shirt reveals the smooth, white skin of your chest.

The three maids are blushing after meeting such view, but still maintain their professional stance.

"ahem..." Sarah clears her throat, cutting the trance of the other two maids. "Let's choose your attire for the day, Your Highness. His Majesty is waiting for you." She approaches you and starts buttoning the shirt up. You see an arrangement of jackets, dresses, leggings and others behind the girls.

Sarah looks down and giggle while blushing. She notices what you're hiding under the blanket, under the silk underskirt that you slept in. It's morning, you just woke up and so does your manhood.