Isekai body swap

Considering what she was now, Jonathan was not surprised to see it was another fairy coming inside. This one had long black hair, and her wings had the same shape as Jonathan’s though hers glowed in an amber hue that matched her eyes, with their pattern being different as well. Most importantly, however, was that she was wearing a maid uniform. Like with Jonathan’s own, the maid’s wings were also phasing through her outfit.

She was quick to notice her. Jonathan stood in place, unsure on what to do or say. The maid for her part gasped, her voice also sounding as squeaky as Jonathan’s own was.

“Ah, greetings, Milady,” the maid quickly curtsied. “It’s good to see you finally awake. Her Majesty will be pleased.”

Jonathan’s eyes widened at this recent revelation. Her Majesty? As in, actual fairy royalty? Was she actually in some kind of castle, then? As her mind was processing this, the maid went back to the door.

“Inform Her Majesty that the Princess is awake,” she ordered to someone outside, probably a fellow maid.

Now Jonathan did a double take.

“Uh, wh-what!? P-princess?” She finally squeaked out.

The surprises were just not ceasing, it seems. The maid closed the door, before turning back.

“Um, wh-what’s going on?” Jonathan asked, overwhelmed by it all.

“Fret not, Milady, everything shall be explained in due time,” the maid replied. “But first, we must make you presentable for Her Majesty.”

Jonathan was not sure she liked where this was going. However, she knew better than try to protest. If she showed any sign that something was wrong, it may not take long before they find out that their princess was gone. She was not sure they would allow her to explain herself, and was not keen in trying to find out. Thus, if it meant having to play along, even if it meant something like dolling up… well, so be it.

The maid closed the remaining distance between them, standing right before Jonathan.

“Now then, let’s change you into more suitable clothes,” she said.

Jonathan blushed, aware she had no choice but to endure this. She merely stood still, as the maid removed the nightgown off her. With the mirror right beside them, the temptation to peek proved to be too strong for Jonathan to resist. She was still too much of a male in mind, so she did… and immediately after turned away, face fully red. Without the nightgown, she was left clad only in a bustier and panties; both so pink, lacey, and frilly, it was becoming too much for her.

Meanwhile, the maid continued with her duty. Nightgown in hand, she walked past the wardrobe to a chest of drawers. Placing the garment atop, she opened one of the topmost drawers. For a moment, Jonathan wondered if she would also get a change of underwear; a thought that only served to make her face even redder, if it was even possible. To her relief, the maid instead extracted a pair of gloves and stockings. They were of the same style as the undergarments Jonathan currently wore. The gloves were opera-length as well as fingerless, in the style of being attached at the base of the middle fingers. The stockings were thigh-high and had built-in garters to keep them secured. The maid placed both pairs on Jonathan without much difficulty. For the stockings Jonathan did had to lift her feet slightly, which worried her about keeping her balance. To her surprise, it came to her with ease and she avoided toppling over. The gloves and stockings were form fitting and a bit on the tighter side, even with the latter having garters, but they posed no discomfort to wear. Just like the bustier and panties.

With that done, the maid now opened up the wardrobe. She then took out, to Jonathan’s confusion, a short pink dress. Its skirt looked like it only reached down to the thighs, and had a sweetheart neckline that left the shoulders bare.

“Is that what I’m really going to wear?” Jonathan could not help but ask.

“I’m afraid we did not place much else here, Milady” was the maid’s reply. “This entire room was only to serve until you woke up. Don’t worry; it won’t be bothering Her Majesty, if that’s your concern.”

“I see…” Jonathan frowned.

Remembering the maid’s earlier comment about finally waking up, Jonathan could only guess that something must have happened to the fairy princess. Something that left her comatose for quite some time. Though then, why was she placed somewhere other than her room? Perhaps that was also among the explanations promised to come. In any case, Jonathan could only wonder then, if whatever happened to the princess and her own accident had a connection. It was starting to look too much of a coincidence.

In any case, she let the maid put on the dress without further protest. The dress too was on the form fitting side, and seemed to include a built-in corset.

“Would you please stand before the mirror, Milady, so I can lace this up?” The maid requested.

“Is that really necessary?” Jonathan asked.

“Don’t worry, Milady, I’ve never made the mistake in over lacing.”

With a sigh, Jonathan did as told, as the maid then finished up. True to her word, the dress felt tight but there was no discomfort. Jonathan was actually amazed, not having expected this from wearing a corset of all things. In any case, the maid returned to the wardrobe. Kneeling down, she extracted a pair of what looked to be pink ballet slippers, except these had heels and straps. Fortunately, the heels were not the stiletto kind. Still thin, but blockier. Once more Jonathan had to lift her feet so the maid could put the slippers on, and once again she was worried about her balance once she wore them. Though she did feel slightly wobbly, as before she seemed to be able to keep her balance with little issue. By this point Jonathan suspected it may had to do with the fairy body she now inhabited.

“There, all done,” the maid stepped back and assumed an idle posture.

Jonathan spared a glance at her reflection. She had to admit, she looked beautiful right now… or rather, the body she was in did, her mind corrected as her cheeks once again flushed red. It was certainly going to be hard to keep differentiating between herself and the princess so long she was in her body.

“Are you satisfied, Milady?” The maid suddenly asked, snapping Jonathan out of her thoughts.

“Y-yes,” Jonathan turned back and nodded. “You did a good job.”

“Though it is part of my duty, I am nevertheless pleased to hear your praise, Milady,” the maid curtsied. “Now then, we must not keep Her Majesty waiting. If you can please follow me.”

With that, the maid turned around and began to make for the door she came in from. Jonathan could almost sigh in relief. It seems making her presentable did not involve fixing up her hair or adding make-up. Her glances at the mirror had shown she did not accrued bedhead hair, but she would not have put it past the maid to still give her some fancy hairstyle at the least. Now she could put that past her for the time being, and instead face the fact she was going to meet the Fairy Queen herself. Her… new mother, in a matter of speaking. Jonathan was almost sure that was more surreal than the whole fairy business.

Therefore, steeling herself for that inevitable encounter, she began to follow the maid.