Slowly pushing away the sheets, you can see your body, a feminine one. It's hard to miss, really, a large pair of breasts are pushing the nightie you're wearing, the low neckline of the clothe shows a big cleavage. You sit on the edge of the bed, with slow movements and feel their weight, you don't remember such a sensation, you're pretty sure you never were so endowed. At first glance, you're probably around E-cup... but enough of that, you need to know more about yourself.
In the rising light of the morning, you look around and see a big room with strong stone walls. The huge bed is in a solid frame of wood with golden illumination and satin sheets. There are two dressers and a wardrobe with a big mirror.
You walk there, your feet feeling the wooden floor, and you can finally fully see yourself. You can see the nice curves of your body, even under the nightie. You're a little bit chubby with large hips and a thick ass. Your face is round with great feminine features impossible to miss, a small nose, big eyelashes and full lips. On each side of your face falls dark blond hairs, a little messy from the night of sleep, ending in the middle of your back.
You hoped you could recognise any detail of yourself, but nothing, you just see a stranger looking back. Who the hell are you ? A name comes to your mind. Danny. Is it yours ?
Behind you, the sun have almost fully risen from the horison. You decide then to look outside and see a big garden with part of the castle you're in. You feel like in a fairy tale, waking up in the princess bedroom, is the elf, the princess ?
You look behind you and don't see her in the bed. And you suddenly feel arms hugging you and a face pressing against your back.
"You're already up ? Stressed by the big day, my love ?" You hear in a wonderful cristal clear voice.
"The... big day ?" You asks, curious.
She laugh, a beautiful laugh.
"The wedding, silly ! Are you ready to be my wife ?" She says as she push your ribs to gently force you to look at her.
And you see her eyes, shining like a golden ring on a sea of milk and pierced by a black spot who seems to pierce through your soul. She smiles so naturaly, you could melt just at the sight of her face. She's so small, her head is at the same height of your breasts, you want to protect her from any threats that could come.
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