Vera leisurely admired Esther stripping down.
"P-Please don't look..."
Esther twisted her body sideways, clearly bothered by the constant staring.
Her ears, peeking through her pink hair, flushed bright red.
She's so damn shy.
"What's wrong with one girl checking out another?"
"I'm a man!"
"What kind of man has tits like that? I can even see them sticking out from behind."
"Eek...!"
Esther hunched her shoulders, trying to hide her chest.
Is that really a guy?
Her reactions were more girly than a girl's.
It was hilarious.
So much fun to tease.
Truth be told, there was no need to measure her size.
Trael Chicotti from Trael Tailor Shop could gauge a customer's measurements just by looking—as befitting a master dressmaker.
In other words, Esther's three sizes had been measured the moment she walked into the shop.
Still, Vera insisted on doing it herself purely to mess with her.
Or should I say 'her' now?
Vera chuckled to herself.
Only she knows how to entertain me like this.
A familiar throbbing stirred below.
This was a real problem.
When she'd been a woman, no matter how horny she got, it never showed. But as a man, even a little arousal made it blatantly obvious.
Wish I could back out now.
The first thing Vera had done after becoming a man was jerk off.
She'd fiddled with her new dick until she came.
First ejaculation: cleared.
Coming felt so good.
That dizzying rush as the semen shot out, the floating euphoria—it was addictive.
I wonder if sex feels even better?
Thinking of her idiot brothers banging the Imperial Palace maids every day, sex had to be even more habit-forming.
Esther unbuckled her belt.
The pants slid right down the moment it came loose.
She carefully pushed her hips back to step out of them.
That ass is huge.
Vera watched, entranced.
The throbbing down below intensified.
Esther had no idea she was seducing a man, unwittingly tempting her with that oblivious hip sway. It was downright slutty.
She had all the makings of a female.
Maybe she should've been born one.
That was the thought crossing Vera's mind when—
"What the hell is that?"
"Huh?"
Now in just her underwear, Esther stood there.
The panties she wore were men's trunks.
Vera's arousal deflated instantly at the unsexy design.
"Looks like we'll need to buy underwear too, not just clothes."
"N-No, that's fine..."
"It's not."
Vera sighed pityingly.
"You planning to let those vulgar tits of yours bounce around everywhere?"
Esther's face turned beet red.
Her mouth gaped open like she'd overheard something scandalous, reduced to incoherent stammering.
"Wh-What do you...!"
"You don't seem to realize it, but they jiggle like crazy every time you walk."
"It's not that bad...!"
"Don't believe me? Take a few steps."
Esther hesitated, then paced across the room.
"Ah..."
After just a few steps, her massive breasts bounced up and down wildly.
Even her light footsteps couldn't tame the violent motion.
"See? They shake like crazy."
Esther clamped her mouth shut.
Her lips puffed out in a pout.
"That's why women wear bras. Especially someone like you, Lady Withbel, with such huge ones—you absolutely need one."
"I-I'm a man...!"
"Not right now, you're not."
"Eek...!"
Esther shut her mouth again.
She had no comeback.
Not a single word was wrong.
She needed a bra, and right now, she was a woman. All true.
"I'll buy you some underwear too."
"...Th-Thank you."
"No big deal. Us gender-swapped folks gotta stick together."
Vera grinned slyly.
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She ended up stripping completely.
Not that I made her, but still.
It wasn't my fault.
At least I salvaged my panties.
The Princess wanted those off too, but I had to grovel on the floor, begging to keep them on.
Ha, hahaha... My dignity...
Sure, I'm set to lead the Green Magic Tower someday, but it's a place specializing in regeneration and purification magic—weakest in raw attack power among all the towers.
Still, a Magic Tower's a Magic Tower!
Hundreds apply every year to join.
Doesn't change that we're the weakest politically, with no clout to raise our voice against the royals.
The Red or Blue Towers? They can bark at royals to some extent.
So even as the next Magic Tower Master, I have to grovel before royalty.
"Where do you want to start measuring?"
"Anywhere's fine."
"Top down it is, then. Arms up."
"Um..."
I hesitated, and the Princess fixed me with a cold stare.
"What?"
"You're doing it yourself?"
"Yes."
"Is that okay for a Princess?"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
"Someone of your noble upbringing should delegate menial tasks like this..."
"Noble or not, that has nothing to do with this. And Lady Withbel, you don't seem scared of me at all. Always got a retort ready."
Chills ran down my spine.
"P-Please...!"
I shot my arms up immediately.
"Don't make it hurt..."
"Why would it?"
The murderer's hand drew near my chest.
It held a measuring tape, sure.
But I kept imagining if it'd been a knife.
No, the Princess could probably kill with the tape alone.
They say she can punch a beast's jaw clean off.
"Alright, then."
She brought the tape to my chest.
Pulling it taut nipple to nipple.
Then slowly wrapping it around.
"Arms down."
"Yes."
I obeyed.
"Why's it so loose?"
"I-I'm nervous..."
"Relax. I'm not gonna eat you."
The Princess adjusted the tape several times.
She seemed clumsy at measuring busts.
She'd said she could do it, not that she was good at it.
Makes sense.
She'd only ever had it done to her before.
No reason to practice.
Same for me, really.
"Lady Withbel, you're so shy."
Anyone would be in this situation.
"So shy your nipples have tucked away inside the areola."
"Y-You don't have to say it out loud...!"
"Don't move."
"Ugh..."
I never knew inverted nipples could be this embarrassing.
Normal ones protrude.
Just being different made my face burn.
"Whew..."
The Princess whistled in admiration.
"Knew they were big, but the numbers don't lie—impressively so. I'm jealous. Mine are big too, but not this big."
"Aren't you... a man now?"
I said it with a spark of defiance.
Take that!
"True. So not jealous anymore."
"Huh?"
"More like I wanna take a bite. So, mind if I do?"
"No way! Not even for you, Princess!"
"Kidding."
She undid the tape.
Looking thoroughly amused.
Me? Every second was torture.
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"Haaah..."
I let out an exhausted sigh and lifted my head heavily.
A mirror came into view.
My pathetic reflection stared back.
Wearing lacy underwear with flashy butterfly patterns.
Bra included.
"Too girly..."
I'd picked the most plain design possible, but everything here was ornate.
This had the least exposure.
Others were see-through or wedged right up the ass.
"This one's wedging a bit too..."
The panties clung tight to my crotch.
No gaps at all.
Perfectly flush.
The sensation was bizarre.
What should've bulged out was flat now.
Flatter than flat—the puffy slit kept trying to swallow the fabric.
"Looks good on you."
"Eek!"
The Princess had snuck up behind me.
"Why so jumpy?"
She narrowed her eyes, scanning me up and down.
Her gaze was so intense I could feel exactly where it lingered.
Is this what it feels like to be prey spotted by a predator?
"Not doing something embarrassing in the mirror, are you?"
"I-I wouldn't...!"
I'm a man.
I'm a man.
I'm a man, damn it.
I repeated it in my head over and over.
Curiosity aside, doing that might shatter my masculinity.
"Really suits you."
As I fidgeted in the lingerie set, Trael walked in.
"All done."
"Already?"
"Yes."
As expected of a master artisan.
Less than an hour to finish the outfit.
I'd given the measurements maybe 15 minutes ago.
Finished in 15? Incredible.
"Try it on."
"Yes!"
I slipped into the robe right away.
"Ooh!"
"Looks like a good fit."
"I love it! Thank you!"
Black robe, just as requested.
Very modest coverage.
Everything but face and hands covered.
Hugs the hips a tad, but whatever—totally acceptable.
"Thank the one who bought it, not me."
I bowed to the Princess.
"Thank you for the gift, Princess!"
Her expression soured.
"Princess...?"
She looked displeased.
"Chicotti."
"Yes."
"Isn't it a bit too bundled up?"
"Made it to the wearer's exact specs."
"You're too dutiful, Chicotti."
"Shall I adjust it?"
At "adjust," I panicked.
"No! It's perfect as is! Absolutely perfect!"
I desperately insisted I loved it.
It worked—she clicked her tongue and nodded.
"Make a few more robes in the same style."
"Got it."
"And..."
The Princess covered her mouth and whispered to Trael.
What?
Best not to pry into royal business.
Unless it's about me.
And it probably was.
She glanced my way mid-whisper.
Our eyes met.
She smirked wickedly.
It's about me!
Definitely!
But no way I'd ask what.
She wouldn't tell me anyway.