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Pissing Off Princesses (RP with ArgentParoxysm)
🕑 Added 2020-04-07 02:58:35 +0000 UTCTimes like this were times that I appreciated, walking through town to clear my mind. People were going about their business, making up the sprawling town that society has integrated into the land.
I made my way down to the main street. I passed by all sorts of shop windows until I came across a window where I saw three girls. One of them was dressed in a ball gown and was posing in front of the mirror while the other two fussed over her. I stood there watching the scene transfixed over the scene unfolding. I couldn't understand just why they were bothering with all the fuss. I mean weren't they a bit too old to playing dress-up? Let alone dress like a princess. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't notice one of the girls approach me until it was too late.
“Um, excuse me sir. Are you alright?” She asked, placing a hand on my shoulder to get my attention.
I jumped at the sudden contact and turned around to face her. "Yeah just wondering why you'd bother going through all the fuss." I answered honestly.
“Hm?” The girl looked over to the other three. “Oh, yeah, it takes quite a while to get the dresses on right. It’s a girl thing, you wouldn’t really understand, considering you’re...you know.” Was she referring to the fact that you were a boy?
"A boy" I finished for her. "Probably. Besides everyone knows dresses are for stupid silly girls anyway. Who even wants to be a princess anyway?" I argue
The girl's eye twitched a bit. "Hm...I got a feeling that you mean more than what you say." The girl said as she got closer to your face. "Are you saying that you hate girls in general, or at least those that aren't tomboys or anything similar? Are you saying that the things that make us who we are, as girls, is something that you hate with a bitter passion? Is that it?" The girl asked, a bit of anger in her voice.
What the hell was this girl even on. "No all I am saying is that I think It's dumb for girls to wear ridiculous dresses" I'm a bit annoyed with this girl. What the hell have I done to her? "Do I hate girly things? Yeah, I do. Because they're dumb and stupid just like you and your friends." I argue back my anger matching hers and then quickly surpassing hers.
At that last sentence, the girl sighed. “Come with me please.” She said, grabbing your arm so tightly that she almost crushed it, and brought you inside.
It was not a request it was a command. Besides her grip was shockingly strong and I was never a particularly strong guy. I would lose to everyone in arm wrestles. I mean everyone. Men, women, and children.
She brought me over and whispered some stuff to the girls, which I couldn't hear. After that, She brought you over to a room near the back of the building that was filled with tons of dresses.
"See, the problem that I believe you have is that you don't understand what it means, what it feels like, to be a girly girl in its most over-the-top form. Luckily, the girls and I can help you understand everything there is to experience. So please, do us all a favor and hold still. And if hear anymore trash talk about girly girl stuff come out of your mouth..." The girl suddenly frowned. "I'll rip off your genitals, and trust me, I've done it before..." She said seriously as the girls started to undress you.
I gulped. Everyone has heard of the common "Fight or Flight" response. However, in descriptions of this phenomenon, a third option is often left out. Which is to freeze. Unfortunately, that was what my brain decided to do despite me knowing full well that I needed to get the hell out of there. The girls made swift work of getting my clothes off and began to bring out the undergarments.
First was a pair of pink frilly panties that slid right up my legs, holding my genitals quite comfortably.
Immediately my cheeks turned pink matching my prissy panties.
Next, one of the girls brought over a large glittery pink tube with frills at the bottom.
"This is a neck corset." The lead girl said to me. "It was used back in the days to add posture to the ladies and add some pizzazz to their looks. Don't worry, it won't hurt." She said as she fitted the collar around my neck.
Immediately I realized how comfortable the neck corset was, the satin inside feeling nice against my skin. I couldn't look down, and was forced to keep it facing straight ahead with my chin out. At least I could look left and right, and a bit up, just not down.
As I stood there wearing just prissy panties and a matching neck corset I was shocked at how comfortable I felt. I was told that the neck corset was to give me that perfect princess posture. I waited in fear as to what they would put me in next.
"One second, here we go." The lead girl said, holding up two massive silicon breasts that each looked as big as my head. "These should do just nicely." She said, placing them onto my chest. I immediately felt how nice and soft the fake breasts were.
There were two sides warring in my head. One that was adamant on keeping my hatred because of my pride, and the other that was accepting the feelings because of how comfortable everything was. My adamant side was fighting a losing battle as the transformation continued.
I held them and was shocked by just how real they felt. "Oh look at that does the little princess like her new boobies." The lead girl teased. As the others giggled girlishly. My hands immediately dropped to my sides as I continued to fight my inner mind that was surrendering very quickly to a losing battle to being a simpering sissy.
"All according to plan." The lead girl said as she told the other three girls to start tightening the corset. They made sure I didn't suffocate as I adjusted to the narrowing of my waist. I could feel the hourglass figure I was developing as my hands felt the curvature of my waist. It was all so...amazing...
"All girls desire to have hourglass figures." The lead girl said. "How does it feel?" She asked.
I couldn't believe my eyes my normal stick-like body had been altered into a girly hourglass figure. "Um... I- feel ah...." I stuttered. "Amazing" the lead girl finished for me. I nodded. My cheeks turning a hint of pink. "Well, just you wait. 'cause next up we have..." the lead girl informed me.
Next was a pair of white stockings with frilly pink tops, with a frilly pair of stocking suspenders with straps that went over my shoulders to keep the stockings on.
As the stockings were being slipped onto my legs, the lead girl surprised me by giving me a soft peck on the cheek. "You know, I'm proud that you admitted willingly that you think all of this is amazing. All girls, no matter how old they are, think it is a dream come true to be dolled up like this, to be just like a princesses, the very idols in their youths, who they looked up to as shining figures of beauty and elegance. Right now, it's your turn to experience the gift of being a princess." The lead girl said to me as a pair of glittery pink women's shoes with small heels were brought over to me and the lead girl.
Upon seeing those heels, I was reminded of the ones that Cinderella wore. I remembered watching Cinderella when I was a little boy, and idolized Cinderella for how beautiful she was.
The stockings felt wonderful on my legs. The smoothness of the fabric felt great against my legs unlike the itchy material that common men's pants are made of.
It was then that I realized something. My lashing out at anything remotely girly was a defensive mechanism to hide the fact that I was really just jealous of girls and how they got to wear all the pretty outfits, wear make-up and get their hair done. Being a boy sucked.
Boys were locked out of enjoying anything remotely girly. While girls wearing pants that's fine but god forbid a boy put on a dress or even express any emotion. I voiced this revelation with the girls.
The girls listened in, and when I got done explaining, the lead girl smiled gleefully and grabbed my face before planting the deepest kiss onto my lips. "At last you understand what's making you feel this way!" The girl said happily. "Don't you worry, we understand your problem fully, and we'll do everything we can to make you the poofiest, frilliest pretty princess in the world! We'll draw out the full extent of your inner princess, all to make you happy." The girl said as the other girls nodded in agreement.
In that instant, all worry and doubt about me being a girl just...washed away, and I felt happiness grip me and cradle me like a mother would to her baby. I almost felt like crying at how understanding the girls were.
However, I managed to keep the tears at bay for now. I had never felt so understood. So loved. So safe.
"So what's next in turning me into a princess?" I asked as eager as a puppy.
The girls giggled at that.
"Why I'm glad you asked! Let me help you adjust to those heels while the girls set up the vanity table." The lead girl said as she gently took my hand in hers, prompting me to start walking while the girls went to get the makeup.
I was made to walk back and forth. The lead girl would stop me, give me pointers and then get me to try again. Before long I had mastered mincing and strutting. The others interrupted and I showed my new skills off. Which was greeted with all sorts of applause, cheers and some giggles.
The vanity was set up and I was brought over to take a seat. "Now one of the best things about being a girl is makeup. You'd be amazed at how it can transform someone. The girls descended upon me with all sorts of gadgets that I didn't recognize.
It was very relaxing. So relaxing in fact that I closed my eyes. By the time I opened them the girls were done. I looked in the mirror and gasped at my reflection.
My cheeks were accentuated with some nice pink blush, and my skin was blended with foundation powder that gave it a feminine pale complexion, devoid of any blemishes or imperfections. Dramatic pink eyeshadow was applied above my eyes, along with the false lashes and mascara applied onto it. The cherry on top was a soft pink lipstick, gently applied to my lips to make them look puffed out and a bit puckered.
Staring back at me was probably the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. It was...extravagant to be like this.
I let out a squeak. My hands lept up towards my mouth to try and catch it but the girls giggling made it clear that my little outburst was heard. The reflection copying my movements broke any facade that the reflection was not me.
The lead girl came back with a large pink box. "Here we go. The Princess's new hair!" She said, opening the box and showing me a massive body of purple locks, showing no sign of ending as the lead girl continued to pull it out. The size of the wig was indescribable. It was over three feet long, and it had immense volume too.
The other three girls began to gently brush the hair of the wig while the lead girl gently placed a wig cap onto my hair, readying me for the massive wig.
After brushing it they soon placed it on my head. Two girls worked on the hair of the wig itself brushing it and styling it while the other two pinned the wig in place and made sure the wig wasn't going anywhere.
The wig was beautiful and bounced any time I moved. I felt the locks tickle my neck and back as it's luscious locks cascaded down my back. This much hair should have felt hot and heavy but rather it felt right.
I was taken to the dressing room. As I walked I heard the clicks of my gorgeous high heels against the floor and felt the bounce of my hair.
"You girls get the behemoth, I'll stay with our Princess." The lead girl said as the other girls went out of the room to get something. The lead girl then slid a pair of glittery pink gloves onto my hands. The garments went up to my elbows, and had little lace ruffles at the openings.
The gloves made it impossible for me to bend my elbows and with both the neck and normal corset mobility was very much reduced. "Looks like you'll have to leave everything to us, like a true princess."
Eventually, the three girls came back with a huge white skirt, made of countless layers of taffeta and tulle that resided under the main silky skirt. It was adorned with a smattering of little pink bows at the bottom of its ruffled hem. Two shoulder straps hung loosely, begging to be wrapped around my shoulders. The skirt extended three feet out in every direction, meant to create a bubble of absolute femininity around the wearer's waist. It easily would reach the floor from my waist.
"And do you wanna know the best part, Princess?" The lead girl asked, almost whispering into my ear. "That isn't the dress. That's just one of your petticoats."
I giggled in delight at her revelation. As the petticoat was begging to be worn, I was begging to wear it. Funny what a difference a day makes. I would have been desperate to not be trapped in some kind of prissy outfit. Now? I wanted nothing more to wear the petti and all that went with it.
The girls laid the petticoat flat on the floor so I could step into the center, allowing the girls to pull the skirt up. The straps went snugly around my shoulders, and the strings on the skirt were tied so the voluminous garment won't come off.
Another petticoat was brought out, of the same size and girth as the one around my waist, but longer. It was dropped on top of me. With the second petticoat in place, I couldn't see the floor in a 5 foot area around me.
At the 2nd petticoat, the step in method was replaced with the over method. However not wanting to mess my hair up one of the girls held my hair as petticoat after petticoat was pulled down, tied into place and then fluffed out. By the time they were done. My skirts had pushed everyone up against the wall.
While I was surrounded by a frilly soft cloud that was attached to my waist. The girls almost needed a machete to get past me in order to get the finishing touches. But what they came back with would make my jaw drop.
The entire dress was a glittery pink confection. Its puffy sleeves each boasted a cute pink bow, and the bodice had room for quite a busty chest. The gown's tiny waist was emphasized by a large pink bow attached to the waistline of the dress, giving the impression of extreme over-the-top frou-frou girliness that you desired. The skirt was naturally massive: two huge ruffled tiers of glittery pink fabric, each with exaggerated pleating that accentuated its volume.
It was perfect...
"This, is the behemoth." The lead girl said. "Meant to be for the girliest of the girly. That girl...is you, Princess."
"Thank you," I said as my eyes began to pool with water. I fanned my eye to make sure I didn't cry. We didn't want my makeup to run. As if hearing those thoughts I was swiftly told that not only was my makeup waterproof but that now that I was not just a girl but a princess to boot I was allowed to cry. The girls all comforted me. "C'mon let's get you into your dress, Princess."
The girls all lifted up the dress over me, and lowered the behemoth down onto my form, smothering me in the soft organza cloth of the skirts.
I emerged on the other side. As the girls fussed over my skirts. Making sure the skirts were perfectly in place.
Everything about me was perfect. The sparkly pink exterior, the frilly neckline showing off my false breasts. The expanse of fluffy petticoats erupting from my waist, the shimmering sea of taffeta and lace, with its waves crashing into rustling ecstasy, was flowing outwards from ymy waist. The sheer, ridiculous volume of the petticoats pleasured me, and the weight of seven feet of skirting that surrounded me on all sides created a dainty and delicate weight on my shoulders and hips.
Not only was I now a perfect pretty prissy princess. I was in absolute heaven. Who knew that this is what I wanted all along. The girls decided it was about time we go for a walk.
Suddenly, the lead girl snuck behind me and gave me a playful push.
I lurched forward, letting out a cute scream as I collapsed in an explosion of pink frills and hair. The dress threatened to consume me, its lacy confines surrounding me from all sides, while my huge purple hair formed a bubble around my head, isolating me from the outside world.
The lead girl giggled. "Sorry~!"
"It's okay" I laughed as the girls all helped me back to my feet. Back on my feet, we made our way out the door. Which was easier said than done. The size of my dress and in particular it's massive skirts got stuck in the doorway. It took another shove to get me out.
This time however I managed to keep my balance, barely. I exploded out in a flurry of frills and fluff onto the sidewalk. Immediately I began to attract attention from the public everyone from pedestrians to the traffic came to a standstill with the sea of people watching the pretty princess.
The girls followed me outside, smiling at the people staring at them before attending to me.
They weren't just staring they were also taking photos. I shot them a beaming royal smile. We slowly made our way down the footpath. Well, I did my dress took up the entire width of the path. The girls followed me giving me a gentle push when needed.
I felt great as the center of attention. None of the people around me thought of me as a boy, they completely thought I was a girl! This was so amazing!
I was absolutely beaming. This was a dream come true. I was waving to the public and blowing girly kisses to my adoring public. I was so wrapped up in playing to the crowd that I didn't notice that we had arrived at a park. Which had a giant white gazebo. It looked like something plucked right out of a fairy tale.
"Oh, before I forget." The lead girl then gave me a purse. "This has your wallet and other belongs inside that we got from your boy clothes. We're not heartless, so here you go." She said, giving me the purse.
I thanked her before giving her a kiss. "Thank you so much for everything. From doing my hair and make-up to putting me in this gorgeous gigantic gown. You've made me into the perfect prissy pansy princess. This is an absolute dream come true." I told her. The other girls waved goodbye leaving the two of us alone.
"Of course." The lead girl said. "I did everything I could to make you into what you are now, and I've succeeded. I hope to meet you again soon." She said, giving me a deep kiss on the lips. Before she turned around and left me standing in the gazebo.
