After Yasen was turned from a boy into a girl, as described
he, or rather she now, was not allowed to wear a single piece
of clothes for a whole year, for so long that he, I mean she,
stopped feeling embarrassed of being seen naked.
But today this feeling returned, and strangely now it was not
caused by nakedness but by the expectation of wearing some
clothes once again. The servant women were here to dress
him up for the first time in so long...
But first they brought some strange tools that didn't look
good, but they hypnotizingly caressed
massaged her shoulders and stroked her hair so lovingly, so
he couldn't understand if the procedure hurt or pleased him.
After getting carefully and bloodlessly pierced in four spots
in a row, he ended up asking for more but the priestesses said
it was enough for now it's more than they usually give
to neophytes, but Yasen deserved it for her obedience and
very nice and pleasing behavior.
Then they finally wrapped a long skirt around her hips and
decorated them with a belly chain. At last, Yasen got the
chance to look at herself in the mirror the very first time
after months and months of not seeing her own reflection.
In the mirror Yasen saw a slender beauty with a narrow waist
and curvesome hips, a flat but slightly rounded belly, a very
long braid of blond hair almost reaching the navel as it fell
on her flat but soft looking chest. While this beauty
submissively repeated her every little movement, Yasen just
couldn't believe it...
"Is that really me?" Yasen kept turning around to capture every
feature of this beautiful figure. It was so different but so
dear and the Slavic features like the braid and nice soft blond
hair made her feel completely at home somehow. It reminded
Yasen of the girl he once saw and fell in love with, but then
he had to move further along with his "family", the wandering
troupe where he belonged back in his home Rus. The girl hanged
out with him almost every day and he hugged and kissed her, but
all this happened only within his dreams. In reality he only
saw her once and wasn't even sure if she was real or a
daydream, he saw her only for several minutes in a market
place, never to meet her again. Until now, when he literally
became her, himself! The reflection was so hypnotizing and
nostalgic that Yasen started literally falling in love. It was
like his older self as a boy was gone and he now lived in the
body of the one he loved.
"Yes, silly," the young muscled priestess who did his piercings
didn't let Yasen fall and helped her to stand up, "But that's
the beginning, you'll have to look at yourself after another
year, babe!" She smirked and winked at the reflection. Yasen
just cried and hugged her.
"Now, now... Stop rubbing yourself against my tits, already?
Ugh... When you grow your own, squish them all you want... Look
at this one, all other boys were happy becoming girls and this
one's crying... Stop that, you'll spoil my reputation... Ugh,
alright, alright," she patted Yasen's back and hugged her just
a little. "Mistress, I swear I'm starting to like this one...
Would I be allowed to, umm... lead her to her room?"
"Certainly, my child," the high priestess smiled and nodded
with a deep understanding of what's going on. "What a touching
moment to see such a sweet young couple. I'm ready to cry
myself now..." she rubbed her finger under her eye
dramatically. "But not to her former room, there are too many
innocent ears around there. Here, take this key, it's to the
third room in the right wing. The walls will be thick enough
for you. But Ayah! Be gentle with this noob, okay? We all know
what you like to do. Don't spoil this slave that much yet. Now
Ayah nodded, wrapped her hand around the still crying Yasen's
waist and they disappeared in one of the corridors.