Amy

The changing room door closed behind me, but I hardly noticed it. My attention was focused wholly on the handmirror, which was sitting atop a little shelf in the corner. It wasn’t a perfect mirror - there were air bubbles, marring its small surface, and the image was a touch wavery. It was nothing at all compared to the full length mirrors we had back at the manor - which was, perhaps, why it captivated me, where the others hadn’t.

It wasn’t as if I hadn’t looked at myself in the other mirrors, of course. If nothing else, Clara generally insisted on standing me in front of a mirror while she worked on my attire… it was just that, usually, I wouldn’t pay much attention to them. I’d look off somewhere to the side, or otherwise distract myself, allowing Clara to dress me as if I were a doll. As if the entire process had little to nothing to do with me.

There was no one to dress me, this time. No one to judge me for staring at myself in the mirror. An imperfect mirror, that could hardly be said to do Amelia’s face justice - and yet those mirror-based imperfections made it somehow easier to accept that the face was mine.

The whole body was mine, in fact - for all that the king had put the idea of Amelia coming back into my head. It was possible she would. Possible I’d be kicked back to my old body. Possible… but I didn’t think it likely.

It was hard to explain why. It was just… a feeling, in my gut, whispering that the old life was behind me. That there was no going back. That the only way forward was forward - and to move forward, I… had to accept that this body was mine.

To that end, I touched upon the fabric of my blouse. It was soft, and silken to the touch. Smooth upon my skin. I wondered if the new outfit would feel as nice to wear? Probably not, right? Even if it wasn’t as coarse as the average commoner’s cloth, it wouldn’t be silken… but it would be mine. The first outfit that was truly mine.

Shaking my head off at that thought, I reached for the laces behind my back, trying to untie them. My fingers were clumsy and uncertain, though, and soon I was frowning in concentration as I fought with all my might against the knot’s apparent desire to keep me entangled. Eventually, it gave way - though it took far longer than it should have.

Still, in the end, the blouse came off my head, and the bustier I wore beneath it quickly followed, freeing my breasts - and bringing me to a pause. I realized, suddenly, just how alone I was… No one in the room with me. No one watching, ready to call me a pervert at a moment’s notice… no one listening at the door… unless Lilith was?

“Lilith?” I called out, my voice soft, testing. There was no response, and I let out a sigh of relief I hadn’t known I was holding. She must have gone on to take care of different things, for the moment - meaning I well and truly was alone.

Alone, and bare chested. Not that it mattered. They were my breasts, after all - a part of me. Which meant I was free to stare at them, wasn’t I? To feel them? I hesitated a moment, before cupping them in my hands. They felt… heavy. Full. Perky, too - especially the nipples. My thumbs brushed over them, sending an unexpected spark to rush through my form, making me shiver and bite my lip. They were… surprisingly sensitive.

I… I wondered if anyone would care, if I played with them a little? Touched them? But… surely this wasn’t the place for it, was it? Not here… but it wasn’t as if I could do it in bed, knowing Clara might show up at any moment, either…

I… it surely wouldn’t hurt to just pinch one, would it? Just a little. To tease it between my forefinger and thumb, and let out a little-

I squeaked.

“Lady Amy?” called a voice. “Are you alright in there?”

“F-fine!” I promised. “I’m fine! I’ve got it!”

“Well, alright then,” came the reply, with an undercurrent of amusement. It was almost as if she knew - but she didn’t, did she? She couldn’t.

I shook my head, shaking off the thought in the process, and turned my attention to the skirt I was wearing.

“No problem at all,” I murmured to myself, hooking thumbs into my skirt. “No problem at all… just… gotta pull it down…” 

I took a deep breath - and did it. Tugged it down, over the swell of my hips and my ass, tugged it off past my thighs and let it pool to the ground. My underwear fell after, tugged off before I could think twice. Leaving me exposed.

I hesitated for a moment, before reaching for the mirror. The mirror, with its flaws and imperfections, which nevertheless did a passible job of showing my reflection. I took it, not with my hand, but from a tentacle, which emerged from the pool of clothing at my feet. It reached out to grab the mirror, and held it - angled it, to show not my face, but rather a lower set of lips.

My pussy. It was my first time seeing it, and some idle part of me noted that Amelia must have preferred to keep a close shave - something I hadn’t kept up with, at all… but it would likely have been much more overgrown if she hadn’t put in work for years before my arrival.

At least I assumed so? I… wasn’t actually all that familiar with pussy hair, and how it grew… Something to look up, some day? If I ever returned to a place with internet and computers…

Then again, if I did, I wouldn’t have this anymore, would I? I would have… something else, in its place. Something that I didn’t want to think about, for reasons I couldn’t name. It wasn’t as if I had an issue with that piece of anatomy. I’d had it for all my life, until quite recently… yet somehow, imagining it on me was… Well, it just didn’t feel right…

This was me, now. This pussy, with its fuzzy bush that I might eventually want to shave. These breasts, perky and full in my hands when I held them - though when had I picked them up again? I didn’t remember doing that. It hadn’t been a conscious choice, so much as…

Well. It didn’t matter. They looked good. Especially the nipples, which still stood stiff, poking out from massive areola far beyond anything I could have imagined sporting on my male body. The tentacle with the mirror shifted, angling to give me a better look - both my breasts and my pussy now on display, barely contained within its small frame.

I… That was me. This was me, now. This was how I looked, and I… didn’t hate it. In fact, I’d even go so far as to say I kind of liked it, compared to my old body - though that was surely just because I was younger, and fitter than I had been. 

Prettier, too.

I shook my head, determined to focus on my clothes. People were waiting for me outside. I couldn’t get lost in my new body - even if some part of me itched to explore it. To touch it. To stroke i-

“Ah!” a gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it, as I realized that my body had moved on its own again. Except this time it wasn’t the tentacles that had moved, but my own fingers which had crawled their way between my legs to ever so gently prod against my pussy’s lips.

I pushed again, conscious this time - fully aware of what I was doing, and yet somehow unable to stop myself. I pushed inward, testing and teasing, my finger lingering at that forbidden entrance for a moment - and then I pulled my finger out.

No. I… I couldn’t, I told myself. Not here. Not with Lilith so close. She could be listening, for all I knew…

Fuck. Why did that make it seem all the hotter? Why did I almost want it?

I… what was wrong with me, I wondered, even as my finger again prodded for entrance, and my knees shook. One hand squeezed at my breast, and a little whimper escaped from my lips.

It was like I couldn’t control myself. Like my limbs had taken on a life of their own, determined to please me. Determined to make me feel what I had been denying myself, ever since arriving in this body. My body.

How long, I wondered, before I fully accepted it as my own?

Until I was ready to tease and test every bit of it? To claim it as mine, and mine alone? Would I be able to stand up to Clara, when that day happened? To say it was mine, and that if her mistress wanted to reclaim it she could tear it from me herself?

I… I didn’t know why I cared so much… It was just a body. A female body. Nothing like I’d ever known… I didn’t belong in it. I didn’t belong here - didn’t deserve to be here, didn’t deserve the friendships I had made, or the people I had come to know…

And yet… I was here. They were my friends. Connections I had forged. And this… this was my body.

My warm, needy body, which was just begging for fingers to slide inside, to not just tease and test but prod and pound and make my own, all while I held a tentacle over my mouth to keep myself from screaming, to keep myself from even whimpering in a way that might bring the door down…

“Lady Amy?” a familiar voice called. “Are you ready?”

“A-almost,” I replied, forcing my hand away from pussy. It was glistening with liquid - liquid I had a sudden urge to lick up, before anyone could see it. Before anyone could realize just how depraved I had become… “J-just a moment, and I’ll be out!”

“Alright,” Lilith replied - and I could have sworn I heard a giggle in her voice as she did so.

I wasn’t going to focus on that, though. I was going to concentrate on my finger, glistening with liquid. Liquid that smelled faintly of… of myself. Was it weird to suck at my own self? A self that had once belonged to someone else? I didn’t know. I… wasn’t sure I cared.

I licked my finger. I tasted it - tangy and odd. A flavor I’d never had before - mostly for lack of trying. I’d never had much of an urge towards sex in my last life…

I wondered if that meant Amelia had a higher libido then me? Or, perhaps, I was simply feeling the effects of being in a younger body, with all those hormones rushing about…

Though, come to think of it, if it was Amelia’s hormones - Amelia’s mind - affecting me, then… Why did I like my own body so?

Was it narcissism? Maybe… I wondered what else Amelia’s body might find attractive, though.

Then I grimaced, and shook my head. With my luck, I’d find myself staring at men if I went down that route… No, better to keep focused on myself. Or maybe better focused on my clothes - I’d spent too long in the changing room already, after all.

So, with a heavy sigh, I forced myself to pick up the new clothes, and dressed myself. Hands and tentacles worked together to tighten laces, and adjust clothes, until soon I was fully dressed - or almost so.

In all my hurry to put on the dress, I suddenly realized I’d forgotten something rather fundamental - my underwear.

~~~ Author's NotesWhat's this? A bonus bit for my five dollar patrons? At last? No, it couldn't be... but it is!

I'm not sure how good it is? It doesn't feel that hot or sexy to me, tbh, but... well, it's too hot for mainstream, that's for sure. I'll be keeping it on Patreon as a result - it'll stay at the five dollar tier for a month, and then be available at the $1 tier going forward, for anyone who wants to read it.

Hope you enjoyed!

PS: I only consider this chapter quasi-canon. Which is why she's wearing a different outfit than she should be in it. (That and because i momentarily forgot she was in a dress, oops.)

The main storyline will eventually have similar themes of self-exploration and acceptance, sans the sexy bits