A Queen's Trip to the Parlor

A Queen's Trip to the Parlor
Word Count: 5700.
Kinks: Transformation, Female-to-Herm. Woman to Milfy Queen, Hip Growth, Butt Growth, Tit Growth, Cock Growth. Abuse, Degradation, (Last 1500 words include overthrowing the 'vile' queen as part of a character's consensual fantasy in a simulation. The Vile Queen is messily dethroned with Snuff, Asphyxiation and Blood.)

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A simple electronic invitation unlocks the front door to the 'little' corner store across the street from Jean's apartment. The purple sky blows a cool evening breeze against her hefty jacket and sweater. Her head is ducked underneath her clothing's collar as she attempts to maintain a sly sense of anonymity. The door to the simulation shop closes behind her and automatically locks. Jean pushes her glasses back against her face to get a good look at the store, sliding a finger against the frames until they perfectly rest on her humble, nerdy expression dotted with cute ginger freckles. The simulation shop is practically vibrating with motion, like a stainless steel beehive with lustful-minded, half-dressed attendants shifting from room to room, preparing for a single person to arrive, Jean.

"Jean?~" an attendant calls out. "We're about ready for your time in the parlor-room. Do you need anything like the bathroom or a cup of water or would you like to go and get dressed right away?"

The attendant's eyes widened with excitement in Jean's presence, amazed at her emerald green eyes practically dancing with the dim lights twinkling like small, attention-stealing stars. The door-greeter was already in costume and clad in a tight-fit, cleavage-showing servant's outfit with splendid black fabrics tightly portraying her form and enhancing it with pleasant blue and gold stitching. Her hair was a massive amount of blonde as it stylishly plumed above her head and tapered into a constantly bouncing ponytail that trailed down her backside.

"Oh-... Uhm, thank you but I am ready." Jean meekly uttered while keeping her eyes from locking onto the attendant. Jean's hands were shaking against her side as she peered at the attendees and everyone getting ready for their 'part' to play. Everyone in this building had a detailed understanding of what Jean liked, kink-wise. This lone fact made every glance her way seem like it was 'knowing' and created a lump in her throat.

"Follow me then, Jean. We'll discuss a few expectations that you've listed while you get changed. First off, I'm just double checking- totally cool by the way - Did you really want to be transformed into such a mean, bitchy-.." Jean planted her shy hand onto the attendant's shoulder after just a few feet moved towards the dressing room, clutching her with abnormal strength to quiet her words.

"Yes. Please. Everything listed is what I want... Just don't be so loud." Jean breathed deeply, calming down as they entered the dressing room. The room looked like it came out of an alien spaceship with a shocking amount of exposed metallic construction that vibrated with a low anxiety-inducing hum of electricity surging through the walls.

Jean's nervousness subsided a little as she shifted away from the scantily clad performers, unaware that she just entered a 'closet' of the parlor's simulation room. In the sweet, sudden instance she stepped into the changing room, the simulation's electrical humming faded for silence before classical music echoed from far off in the building. Jean's eyes blinked when the blonde-haired bimbo that guided her here shifted in appearance. The gorgeous volume of her hair had slimed down into a far more humble braid. Her clothing remained the same, but the modern make-up had shifted into dimmer hues and more standout blacks running around her eyes, with the most delicious red lipstick staining her full, juicy lips.

Bright blue hues descending from the ceiling danced around Jean's figure, lining up to coil the soon-to-be Queen in a magical net.

"Alright, Jean. You're going to be who you always wanted to be?~ Exciting. I'll be back with your clothing once the twine has adjusted your body."
The blonde servant girl steps right past the magical blue twine closing in on Jean's figure, then gives the shy ginger girl a firm PLAP with the full force of her palm onto Jean's ass, letting that succulent clap of her spank leave a loud mark on her. The servant's strike on her ass finally snapped Jean out of her anxious silence as she rubbed her soft skirt, soothing the slightly stinging pain. She peers at the servant girl leaving with a huff. "What a minx, I feel sorry for what I do to you first." Jean muses, aware that her thoughts are about to go from sensible to unfiltered and monstrous.

The simulation's transforming wires snap around Jean's wrists first, positioning her arms around her back and tightly pressing them together. Jean hunched forward to recoil from the machine's programmed motions before being snapped by another series of wires around her ankles, knees, thighs and hips. The changing room restrains her to baby steps and a little wobble left or right. Her heart raced as she stared directly at the ceiling, taking in the reflective lens of a camera staring down her emerald-green shirt's cleavage.

"I think I missed the step leading to you tying me up!? Whose idea was this?" Jean flexed her fingers, interlocking them behind herself as she rolled her torso forward, pumping her shoulders ineffectively to test the restraints.... (The Rest of the Story in the download link.)