Dress Like a Princess - TG Caption

When I closed my eyes last night, it was to the completely normal sight of my bedroom ceiling. When they opened again, I saw something entirely different, the underside of a fancy bed canopy lit by the golden glow of morning. Peeking through the heavy curtains, I see the room beyond is likewise changed. Gone are the normal accoutrements of modern life, no computer, no TV, not even a bedside lamp. Instead, there's a cavernous room, old fashioned furnishings, and, in the middle, the pièce de résistance, a dress. I don't mean just any old dress. No, this was a capital ‘D’ Dress fit for royalty. At least, that’s who I assumed would wear such a thing.

The dress was a masterpiece, like nothing I’d ever seen in person, not that I know anything about them or women's clothing in general. It was straight out of a fairytale fantasy, intricate and decadently designed. I approached without thinking. Sound faded around it, the world growing quiet. The effect increased as I closed in and for a moment, I thought I could hear... whispers.

So pretty, so perfect

I walked closer. It was at once both massive and tiny. The skirts billowed out, nearly as wide as the dress was tall, though that wasn’t saying much. It looked almost as if it was made for a child, and yet the bodice revealed this was no child’s dress with ample room for an expansive chest. I leaned in and caught a hint of floral perfumes, just enough to tantalize, to suggest. I breathed deep and the whispers returned.

Ribbons and lace

Beauty and grace

The scent grew stronger. Combined with the vision in front of me, it was nearly intoxicating. I inhaled again and swayed on my feet. I almost fell when invisible hands gently offered support, holding me in place. More floated in from a side room carrying a bevy of old-fashioned women's underthings. I recognized a corset and petticoats, but the others were a mystery to my inexperienced eye. Through hazy thoughts, I decided this must be a dream, so my best option was to go with the flow. The hands holding me squeezed gently in response, halfway between a caress and a massage as they quickly and efficiently divested me of my limited male sleepwear.

When a pantie-like garment approached my feet, an invisible hand lifted one, then the other and the silky attire slid itself up into place. This triggered something deep within, and I changed. I felt my rear expand as hips and thighs widened proportionally, greatly gaining in mass. Even more surreal, the half-hardened manhood between my legs suddenly softened and diminished. It shrank away entirely followed by all other remnants of a male's anatomy as something new, something far more delicate took their place. Petticoats followed, repeating the earlier foot dance. The voluminous frills settled, and I felt my stature reduce, the world growing taller around me. The process continued eliciting small gasps along with changes here and there.

A beautiful golden corset approached last to complete the under-ensemble. As it wrapped around me and began to tighten, my body put up far less resistance than it should have. In the end my waist was barely half the size it had been, though I was so small now all over it looked almost appropriate. I didn’t get to examine it for long though, as two swelling additions on my slim chest made their presence known. Empty cups became less so and my nipples grew long and turgid, pressing into the soft material, forced into it by rapidly expanding flesh.

Finally, the dress lifted from its stand. It floated above me before descending, blocking my view. As it lowered, golden locks sprang forth, brushing the sides of my face and falling on bare shoulders. The dress tightened, tiny buttons snapping in place, along with a myriad of ribbons tied into little bows. It was incredibly heavy and somewhat confining, yet I felt strangely freer than ever, but who was I now? A mirror floated over, landing in front of me, showing me exactly what I had become. My reflection showed a vision, a dream in feminine finery, a…a-  A loud knocking on the door interrupted my narcissistic wonderment.

“Princess, are you ready?" a voice called out.

WHAT!!?