Stockings → Lacy-White Gloves

Perhaps a small change? Let's replace the 'stockings' it claims I possess with a nice set of 'lacy-white handgloves,' to match--

--I shift and fall through reality, into a new--

--self in the mirror, even as my reflection(s) blur and refract until I alone remain. There's quite a lot of me here now, isn't there? Honestly, the notion that there is more... 'me' than myself at all feels rather strange: Try as I might I can scarcely detect any hints of another presence, and yet my memories...

No matter.

I consider the motives I remember for making this change to my manner of dress. Certainly, stockings can add quite a lot of appeal but they're quite troublesome to maintain with the sorts of activity her highness and I get up to.

Of course, white is a poor choice of color for that as well, but it is a matter of aesthetic I'm quite willing to work around. Or force the poor maidstaff to work around, anyway.

To think I might once have been one of them, in another life, according to these memories? I imagine it, and find the idea terribly boring. Still, that Cheryl was happy, somehow, so I won't gainsay her over much. 'Tis quite gauche to speak ill of those who are no longer present, after all.

Regardless of the somewhat-alien nostalgia I feel, this mirror's magic has begun to wane. I could still push it somewhat further, but I do not doubt things may begin to become a bit less... orderly, if I'm to press much further. Even if its nature ensures I won't regret it, given how seamlessly my current self has adapted...

...I don't want to go.

If I'm to depart as my predecessors have, little more than a footnote of memory - a could-have-been in the mind - I would like for it to be for something more tasteful and important than a mere set of gloves, however nice they are. But is there such a thing that's worth it?

I...

(princess's royal whore, long flowing golden hair, lacy-white corset, angel wings, seductive smile, medium breasts, feather headdress, lacy-white gloves, high leg thong, reflected in the castle bedroom mirror)