I'm one Desperado

I asked the Princess if they'd really have an outfit my size somewhere back here. I was really about the shape of a short schoolgirl... weren't the outfits here made for buff, tall wrestlers like her? Although, even with her muscle tone, she was still so lithe and pretty... I didn't tell her that part.

"You've heard about The Princess's injured partner already, have you? My partner was actually about the same shape as you, Hojo."

Really? But... That doesn't make sense. Her partner was this scrawny?

"Indeed. The Princess told them many times to buff up, but never did they listen. Now, they find themselves hospitalized... Such a gaff. There's a lesson to be learned in all of this, Hojo. Mark it down well in that little notebook of yours." She kept her intense biceps crossed over her chest as we approached her private locker-room. "I call her 'the Desperado.' For now, you shall be Desperado #2. Yes. That rolls off the tongue much better than 'Hojo.'"

I disagreed vehemently, but I had **** in the matter. I'd asked to tag along with Princess and if this is what she was doing, I had no right to protest. One ring name was really as bad as another, anyway. I just hoped I'd have a chance to look into the mystery deeper once I'd changed into my costume...

Speaking of which... this was a single person dressing room. Were we both going to dress in here?

"Ha! Surely you're not complaining about something like that, Desperado #2?" The Princess giggled, seeming to have switched from thinking that my incompetence was scornfully pathetic to now considering it worthy of a good, diminutive chuckle. "This room is quite posh and with far fewer eyes compared to what the average wrestler endures. You should be bowing again, thanking me for my generosity. Knowing the Princess does have certain perks."

I had to nod; the logical part of me agreed that this was better than a communal changing room.

"Very good. Now... Strip."

I blinked a few times behind my heavy glasses, then made a shooing motion, indicating she ought to turn around.

"Nay. Strip, just as you are. The Princess shall observe."

No! No way! I fought back: listen, Princess, you may be my senior, but you're still just about the same age as me, right?! You can't just ask me to strip naked in front of you!

"I can and I did. If you can't handle this, you won't make it long in the independent wrestling circuit."

I don't want to make it long in the independent wrestling circuit! But... I do want time to investigate this mystery. Plus, real wrestlers and policemen-- all kinds of folks-- dress in front of each other all the time, right? What makes this any different? I drove from my head the obvious fact: that the Princess's chestnut-brown eyes and slowly curving smile would be the ones facing at me. I'd been desperately trying to deny how attractive I found her, despite her obnoxious attitude, since I'd met her. Stripping naked in front of someone like that... the idea had me getting a bit erect. I didn't want to show that side of myself in front of her-

"Strip! Your Princess commands this of you!"

Yes, ma'am!

The next thing I knew, I was down to just my underwear, a very plain white top containing my admittedly modest bust along with white briefs containing my admittedly modest penis. I could see her staring at it and grinning like a predator; I felt the twitching of it increase and tried to shift my standing so that it would be hidden.

"You wear tighty-whities like a boy? The Princess has never seen such a jest!"

I snapped back immediately: these are just practical for futanari, aren't they? Did she wear ordinary panties that didn't let her pull her penis out? How did she pee?!

This seemed to anger her; she placed both hands at her hips and demanded that I finish going all the way.

Wait... I'm going to wear these under my suit, right?

"Of course not! The suit is skin-tight and would show your ridiculous underwear around the underside of your buttocks. Never fear... your inferior meat will be taped in and out of the way."

Gack! I hadn't thought about that! Wrestling gear was pretty revealing, right? Would the crowd be alright, seeing my penis like that?

"Ha ha... If you or Desperado had more to worry about in that area, I would worry over the distraction. As it stands, it would barely show up in a close-up, don't you think?"

Grrr... I didn't think that was quite right. I was quite certain people would be looking at it... Unless... They had something else to look at? Just how revealing was the Princess' costume? I found myself gulping at the thought. As I was distracted, the Princess seized the opportunity to yank my shorts off, allowing my bare member to fall out and flap in the open air. H-Hold on! This just crossed a line! This is definitely sexual harassment! I covered both hands over my growing erection with embarrassment, feeling my otherwise womanly, bare legs trembling with nervousness.

"Hmph. As if there are any lines in regard to royalty." The woman chuckled, while grinning at the sight of my humiliation. "Quickly. Dress into that uniform in the closet. Remove that pathetic bra of yours yourself..."

... Yes ma'am.

Soon enough, I'd finished re-dressing into the most embarrassing costume I'd ever worn in my life. It included a cowboy hat, a red bandito eye-mask (which I had to wear underneath my swirly glasses), a brown cowboy vest, tightly strapped with nothing underneath and a star shape on the back, a set of brown leather chaps with big tassels on the legs, sitting atop overly revealing brown booty shorts. The shorts showed more than I'd like of my butt... and way more than I'd like of my genitalia! Th-The audience will see the outline, right? They'll definitely see the outline!

"Not if you keep that naughty erection of yours under control." Princess was grinning again... I was beginning to worry that she was a sexual sadist with a taste for futa.

Well... at least now I get a bit of turnabout. Now's the moment where I get to watch her change into her costume, right? I imagined her slipping off that odd sailor's uniform-- which I needed to ask about at some point, considering she was well outside of school age-- and into an outfit just as revealing as mine. I wondered what her own futa qualifications would look like... Would they live up to the name of Princess? I chastised myself... I was too horny for a situation like this, where I'd just been humiliated and toyed with!

"Very well, Desperado #2. You are all geared up now. The Princess shall let you tend to your own devices until the time of our match. Try to pick up a thing or two about wrestling while you are out."

W-Wait a minute! Before I had a chance to complain, I was pushed out of the dressing room, which slammed shut behind me and locked. I didn't get to see the princess undress! That's not faaaair!!

...Ahem. I lost my cool for a moment there.

Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise. Now that I'm back outside, I really do have all the time I need to devote myself to the pursuit of this mystery, or otherwise, to try to find some way to save myself during this match. But which would be best? At least I'd learned one clue already... Desperado #1 must have been an American. Otherwise, this outfit would be even more ridiculous than it already seemed on me.