Sam had no idea what her status as a high-elf truly entailed, but if it meant she could go anywhere she wanted while everyone around treated her like royalty, she could get used to it.

  When she’d initially arrived at the small town, Sam found that practically everyone’s eyes were fixed on her. At first, she assumed that people were just gawking at how attractive her body was, but she quickly noticed that the townsfolks’ gazes didn’t have a hint of desire in them. Men and women both frozen in pce, an odd mix of fear and respect in their eyes as Sam made her way through the cobble streets. A few of the townsfolk exchanged hushed whispers, though Sam could clearly make out what most of them were saying. Another perk of having the body of a high-elf, it seemed.

  “N-no way, is that…”

  “No doubt about it, she’s a high elf!”

  “I never thought I’d get to see one in my life…”

  “Is she a part of The High Council? Did we do something to upset them?”

  In all honesty, Sam was rather unsettled about being able to hear what they said about her, even if they seemed to revere her. The people seemed normal enough, and so far she’d only come across humans, which slightly disappointed her. What was the point of being in a fantasy world if all she came across were boring old humans? Regardless, Sam was in an unfamiliar environment, and she needed to find out where she was. On top of that, she also wanted something to eat, as she felt rather hungry after all that jogging.

  Sam turned around and scanned the small crowd that had started following her, searching for someone who looked like they could help her. Then, a brilliant idea suddenly popped into her mind.

  Considering how these folks are talking about me, being a high elf must be some sorta big deal. Sam reasoned. In that case, all I gotta do is act like I’m here looking forsomething, and these punks’ll give me whatever I want. And as an added bonus, I can probably ask some hottie to guide me around. That’ll give me plenty of opportunities to mess around with her however I want.

  With a pn in mind, Sam decided to put it into action. She singled out her target among the crowd: a young brunette who was staring at Sam in complete awe, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. With a cunning smirk, Sam locked eyes with the young dy and approached her. A few of the townsfolk in the crowd gasped at the sudden development, but they quickly got out of Sam’s way, giving her direct access to the now flustered brunette. She tried to find anyone else Sam might have been trying to reach, but she’d been abandoned by the crowd, leaving her all alone.

  The height difference between the two women was very noticeable now that they were so close together. Sam’s chest was around the brunette’s eye level, so she had to look up in order to maintain eye contact, but that seemingly came with its own set of problems, so her eyes would constantly dart all over the pce trying to find somewhere to look without being rude. That sort of adorable reaction was exactly what Sam had been hoping for.

  Now, to py my role. Sam thought. Should be easy enough with this body. Maybe I could even try talking like that lousy goddess a bit.

  “Good evening, young dy.” Sam greeted her. Her voice was soft and soothing, causing the girl’s blush to deepen. “I’m looking to meet with whoever’s running this pce, you see. Would you be a dear and act as my guide?”

  The girl muttered out unintelligible gibberish as her body trembled. It was like Sam was watching her brain short-circuit in real time. After a short while, the girl managed to compose herself somewhat, then bowed her head.

  “O-of course, Madam Elf!” She managed to stutter at st. “M-my name’s B-Becky. I-I mean, n-not that you asked of m-my name, b-but I wouldn’t want to t-trouble you by having you c-call me ‘young dy’ every time y-you referred to me you see, and–”

  Sam wordlessly raised a finger to Becky’s lips to silence her, gently smiling as she did. This time, the girl’s face went completely red with embarrassment, and a hint of something else entirely.

  “I appreciate your eagerness, Becky,” Sam cooed, pcing an emphasis on the girl’s name, “but I’d prefer if you could go ahead and lead me to where I need to be.”

  Becky slowly nodded in understanding, then Sam pulled her finger back. She exhaled dramatically, like she’d been holding her breath from the moment Sam had initially approached her.

  Heh, now that was a smooth move. Sam smugly thought. This girl’s a real cutie, too. She’s got a decent rack, a pretty face, and the way she’s acting so nervous makes me wanna just touch her all over right now. Maybe if I…

  “As for the rest of you, get lost!” Sam turned her attention to the crowd surrounding her and Becky with a raised voice. “I only need one guide, and having you all stare at me like that is creeping me out!”

  Almost as soon as the words left Sam’s mouth the crowd began to disperse, leaving Sam and Becky alone not long after. While Becky simply stood amazed at how quickly Sam had managed to get rid of the onlookers, Sam was busy inspecting Becky’s body now that no one was around to witness it.

  Becky stood at around 155 cm, a little below the average height for a girl her age, so Sam was much taller than the average human woman. The young woman had some notable curves, though they could never hope to compare to Sam’s buxom body. Her butt had a nice, rounded shape to it, and only helped accentuate the contours of her body, even beneath her pid skirt and blouse. Sam desperately wanted to get a feel of her body, but she couldn’t risk doing it out in the middle of the street, even if she’d told everyone around to disperse. She had to exercise a bit of patience.

  I should at least wait for the sun to go down fully, but untill then…

  Sam took Becky’s hand into her own, eliciting a yelp from the young dy and snapping her out of her daze. Now she could feel just how much Becky was trembling, and the thought that she was making such a pretty girl feel this way only served to boost her already infted ego.

  “Why don’t you go ahead and take me through the scenic route, Becky?” Sam innocently suggested. “It’s my first time being here, and I’d love to enjoy the sunset just a little while longer, wouldn’t you?”

  Becky averted her gaze as her entire face went red yet again. Sam giggled at the cute reaction.

  “Y-yes, Madam Elf.” Becky squeaked.

  As instructed, Becky led Sam through a less direct path to the mayor’s residence, although with their hands intertwined as they were, the two women looked like they were a pair of lovers taking a te stroll as night fell. It didn’t help that Sam was now openly staring at Becky’s butt with such a perverted gaze. She ran her tongue across her upper lip as she admired the perfect shape of Becky’s body, then gave the girl’s hand a small tug, causing her to let out a little ‘eep’ and stopping her in her tracks.

  “Y-yes, M-madam Elf?” Becky sheepishly responded. “W-would you like me to do something f-for you?”

  A pair of moons illuminated the night sky brilliantly, their light just barely reaching the world below. The moonlight dimly shone down on Becky’s flustered face as she looked up at Sam.

  Goddamn, that face of hers is so fucking cute! Sam could feel herself growing more and more aroused. It was a different feeling compared to how it was when she was a man, but it still came with the same desires. She took a quick look around, and it seemed that all the other townsfolk had retired to their homes for the night. Well, now’s the best chance I’ve got to do this, isn’t it?

  “Would you kindly hold my staff for a bit?” Sam requested, practically shoving the silver staff into Becky’s arms. She looked quite silly holding a staff that was that much taller than herself. Without much of a say now, she meekly nodded.

  “B-but of course, Madam Elf.” Becky responded. “Is there anything else you’d like me to– kyah!?”

  Without warning, Sam grabbed hold of Becky’s butt with both hands and pulled the helpless girl into her busty body. Even though they were still practically out in the open, Sam didn’t hesitate to squeeze as tightly as she could, relishing in the feeling of Becky’s but in her hands as well as the sounds of utter confusion she made.

  “M-m-madam Elf, w-w-what are you d-d-doing!?” Becky squealed. Since her face was practically being smothered by Sam’s chest, her words were muffled enough to not draw any real attention.

  Becky’s whimpers of protest were like music to Sam’s ears. She wore a perverted smile while shamelessly groping the girl’s ass and completely ignoring her pleas.

  Sam’s depravity was hidden under the cover of night, though she was on the lookout for somewhere she could hide while she took things a step further. However, the darkness was like a double edged sword, as she was completely unfamiliar with the town and couldn’t find her way around. She was currently molesting the only person that could guide her around to somewhere safe, but given the situation, she didn’t have any options other than asking Becky.

  In a fluid motion, Sam eased her grip on Becky, then instantly csped a hand over the girl’s mouth before she was able to get a word out. She looked up at Sam with trembling eyes, her entire quivering body in confusion.

  “Alright Becky, I’m going to let you speak soon, but I need you to be a good girl and promise me you won’t make any noise when I do, okay?” Sam regarded Becky as though she were a misbehaving child. She slowly nodded, clutching the silver staff in her hands as tightly as she could to stop herself from shaking too much. Sam gave her a smile she could just barely make out, then removed her hand.

  “S-s-sorry Madam Elf, you just, er… s-surprised me, is all.” Becky shyly whispered. “I w-would never wish to disrespect a High-Elf such as yourself, of course. If it is your desire to t-t-touch me, then I shall oblige.”

  Sam was fully prepared to try and prevent Becky from screaming out for help, but the words that left her mouth were more shocking than anything else she could have imagined.

  Woah, hold up… is being a High-Elf that much of a big deal? Sam thought. At first I thought this girl might just be the type that’s into women, but now I’m not sure what to think. Either way, this means she’s totally willing to submit to me, and that’s all that matters in the end, right? Sam’s face twisted into a crude smile as she realized just how much she’d be able to get away with now.

  “That’s alright, my dear,” Sam cooed, giving Becky’s butt a cheeky pinch as she spoke. “I was wondering if there’s anywhere nearby where we could have a bit more privacy, you see? I might not be satisfied with simply touching you after all.”

  Becky gulped and nodded, then led Sam around the towns until the two reached a small garden. She opened the door to a shed that was quite barren in terms of gardening tools, which left a lot of room for Sam to do whatever she pleased with the girl.

  As soon as Becky stepped inside, a panel on the roof lit up with a dim, orange glow. Now, Sam could see just how utterly distressed the poor girl was. Her cheeks were completely flushed, her knees were shaking so much that they looked like they could give out any second, and she held the staff close to her body as if it could protect her from whatever was about to become of her. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air for a few seconds as Sam took in the scene.

  “M-my parents and I built this shed a few years ago.” Becky chimed, desperate to fill the unbearable quiet with anything. “M-my mother wanted to start gardening, you see, b-but she would always make excuses as to why she could never commit to it, and…” her voice trailed off as she realized that Sam was only a few inches away from her. The door to the shed was shut tightly.

  Becky took a shaky step back, the dismay in her eyes growing more intense.

  Sam advanced a step forward, licking her lips like a beast staring down its prey.

  The two alternated movements until Becky found her back to the wall. Sam leaned into Becky, who let out a weak whimper as her face grew ever closer.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” That was all Sam whispered softly. “Just be a good girl and let me do all the work.”

  The silver staff cttered on the ground as Sam pinned Becky against the wall, forcing herself onto the poor girl. She started off with a messy kiss on the lips that belied her inexperience when it came to intimate matters. Sam’s tongue clumsily ventured into Becky’s mouth, and at the same time she reached down to cop a feel of the brunette’s breasts, groping and squeezing them through her blouse. It was a gratifying experience for Sam, finally getting to touch a woman’s body in such a perverted way… but simply touching and kissing Becky wasn’t enough for her. Sam was eager for more.

  One of her hands found its way between Becky’s legs, pressing against her tender bits through her clothing. The girl let out a muffled moan into Sam’s mouth at the sudden intrusion, but couldn’t bring herself to fight back. Through the fabric of her skirt, Sam would be able to feel a hint of a growing wetness dampening Becky’s panties. The girl’s body betrayed her with its shameful arousal, showing the perverted high-elf how much she was enjoying having her body toyed with. The discovery encouraged Sam to go on and try and push things a step further, rubbing her dainty fingers against Becky’s pussy lips through her clothes to elicit more lewd sounds out of her. It was like music to Sam’s ears.

  “Fwah~” Sam breathed, finally pulling away from the forced kiss. “You’re a really slutty girl, aren’t you Becky? This whole time you were acting like you wanted me to stop, but you actually enjoyed it the entire time, didn’t you?”

  “N-no, M-Madam Elf, I d-didn’t… please…” Becky’s denail was half-hearted. She couldn’t deny the lust Sam’s actions had enkindled within her anymore. At the same time, she wanted nothing more than to escape the high-elf’s clutches, but she couldn’t find the words.

  Becky’s reluctant compliance, her quiet whimpers, and even the faint echoes of resistance she dispyed only served to arouse Sam even further. To describe the young dy’s current state as ‘flustered’ would be disingenuous; Becky was utterly discombobuted. She had an expression that dispyed equal parts distress and shameful arousal. Her formerly neat brown hair had been reduced to a tousled mess due to how forceful Sam had been with her. The perverted high-elf took a few moments to admire her handiwork and engrave the image into her mind.

  This was exactly the type of scenario she wanted to find herself in when she’d asked the goddess for a second chance at life. However, there was something rather crucial missing from the equation.

  Sam rubbed her thighs together as she felt her own arousal growing to a level she’d never experienced before. She desperately wished she had her old body again so that she could ravage Becky as she was right now. If she still had a dick, she could fully have her way with the girl and get expend a bit of the pent up sexual frustration she’d harbored over the course of her past life. The idea of having sex on its own turned Sam on even more, and she could feel that sensual warmth between her legs slowly turn into am unbearable heat.

  “M-madam Elf, p-please I c-can’t… d-do this…” Becky begged, tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted Sam to stop her relentless assault, but her fear for what might happen to her if she openly resisted was too great. She continued to murmur and whimper incoherently, though seeing her turmoil only seemed to further Sam’s arousal.

  Sam leaned forward and gave Becky’s cheek a slow, tantalizing lick, running her tongue against the girl’s smooth skin as though she was savoring her taste. Her sizable breasts squished against Becky’s retively meager bust as she did so. Feeling her sensitive nipples rub against the fabric of Becky’s blouse sent a jolt of pleasure through Sam’s entire body, and she almost let out a humiliating moan at the sensation.

  “What was that, dear?” Sam jeered. “Are you refusing a request of mine? The request of a high-elf?” There was no way she would let go of her prey that easily.

  Becky shuddered, then shook her head sharply. “N-no, Madam elf!” She quickly blurted out. “B-but… y-you must have business with our mayor, r-right? Th-the other townsfolk have surely informed him of your presence, and he must be awaiting your arrival with warm reception, you see?” She only had a few moments to think of a way to escape her situation, and the words she spilled out were her st hope.

  Fortunately for her, that was enough to cause Sam to pause. The girl was right, she had cimed to be in this town for some supposed ‘official business’, but she had never expected the simple lie she told to be used against her like this.

  Damnit, guess she’s more clever than I gave her credit for after all, huh? Sam grumbled internally. Seeing how those folks practically worshipped me, I could probably get away with this if I kept on going… but raising their suspicion is probably a bad thing, isn’t it? I guess I’ll stop for now… as much as I wish I could, I can’t fuck this girl with this body.

  Loosening her grip, Sam pulled away and ceased her perverted attack on Becky. The girl managed to breathe a sigh of relief, but her entire body was still trembling from the crude mixture of distress and arousal Sam had gifted her with.

  “I… guess you’re right.” Sam grimaced, slowly shifting back into her fa?ade of a woman of high-css. “It would be a shame to dey my business here any further. In that case, be a dear and pick up my staff for me, Becky.”

  The brunette sheepishly nodded, but the moment she bent over to pick up the silver staff she regretted her decision. Without hesitation, Sam raised her hand and brought it down on Becky’s buttocks as hard as she could, giggling all the while. A resounding smack echoed against the walls of the small shed, causing the girl to let out a wail, nearly tripping over from the sudden spanking, but she spoke no words of protest. Instead, Becky shakily picked up the staff, then handed it over to Sam without uttering a single word.

  If having this body means that all the girls act like this when they’re around me, maybe it’s not so bad after all. Sam thought. But I definitely need my dick back. I wanna be able to fuck this bitch’s brains out.

  “Sh-shall I lead the way, Madam Elf?” Becky chimed in, a tremor in her voice.

  “But of course, my dear.” Sam smiled. “You’ve been a great help so far, after all. Maybe we can have a bit more fun ter, okay?”

  A chill ran down Becky’s spine, but she didn’t dare to voice her grievances about the implications behind Sam’s words as they both exited the shed. Becky led Sam to her destination while doing her best to keep her distance, though Sam made that as difficult as possible for her.

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  The mayor’s manor was the biggest building in the town by a rge margin, and it was the only one that looked like it had enough room to house anything more than a small family. Still, it really wasn’t all that impressive, much like the rest of what Sam had seen since she got here, but that was to be expected. Fantasy worlds like this were meant to look a little rickety and old-fashioned, after all.

  “H-here we are, Madam Elf." Becky announced, cheeks still red with embarrassment. “Sh-shall I leave you to your business now, Madam–”

  “No.” Sam interjected, a malicious smirk tugging at her lips. “I think I’d like you to stay right by my side for a while longer.”

  Becky shuddered, but obliged Sam’s request; she didn’t have much of a choice, after all. She opened the door for Sam, then forced herself to enter after the high-elf. Waiting a few steps away was the mayor, along with a half-dozen servants, ready to welcome their new guest. The servants prostrated themselves while the mayor simply bowed his head then gave Sam a respectful smile.

  The mayor was a pudgy man who was wearing a wrinkled suit that was clearly a size or two too tight for him. He was considerably shorter than Sam, and even though it was a retively cool night, his cheeks were red as a beet and his face was covered in sweat. It was clear that he was not prepared to receive a guest of such importance, though his nervousness was nothing compared to how the regur townsfolk reacted to Sam’s initial arrival.

  “Esteemed High-Elf, welcome to Retz!” The mayor greeted her. His voice was low and coarse. “I am honored to be graced by your presence. Before you go about your business, please, allow me to offer you accommodation at our town’s finest inn during your stay as a token of goodwill.”

  Wow, this dude is ugly as fuck. Sam thought to herself as the mayor spoke. She didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was disgusted by his appearance, but judging by the mayor’s ck of reaction, he was probably used to it. That, or he also thought too highly of Sam to call her out on it. I didn’t see any inn when I was walking around town, but 8considering how crummy this town is, it’s probably gross as shit anyways. Even though this pce is crummy, it’s gotta be way better than anything else this town’s got to offer.

  “No, I don’t think that will do.” Sam responded.

  “Ah, I’m so grateful that you– what?”

  “You heard me. I don’t want to sleep in your shoddy inn. If you really wanted to earn some of my goodwill, then I’d expect you to offer me this house of yours… even though it still falls short of my expectations.”

  The color slowly drained from the mayor’s face. “B-but Miss Elf, I don’t think I can–”

  “Are you defying me?” Sam raised an eyebrow. “Do you think you can just talk back to me without facing consequences?”

  “N-no! Of course not, Miss Elf, I meant no disrespect–”

  “Then get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness.” Sam coldy demanded. “And once your apology meets my expectations, you’ll get out of my sight. I’ll be living in your house during my stay, and I expect you to meet all my demands from now on.”

  She did her best to look as menacing as possible when addressing the mayor, whose nervousness had turned into a full-blown panic after what she just said. The servants fnking him also had shocked expressions on their faces, their eyes darting between the mayor and Sam, unsure of what would happen next.

  In a humiliating dispy, the mayor slowly got down on his knees and prostrated before Sam as his servants watched in disbelief. He gnced up at Sam, and for a moment he felt his throat tighten when meeting her scornful gaze. The sight instilled undiluted terror into his entire being, so he quickly went back to facing the ground, holding his head even lower than before.

  “I am… terribly sorry for my insolence, Miss Elf.” The mayor choked out his apology. “I have disrespected you and taken your presence for granted, and now I ask for your forgiveness.”

  A smug grin formed on Sam’s lips. It felt good getting the respect she deserved after a lifetime of being treated like a complete nobody. “I’m not convinced. Keep going.”

  The mayor audibly gulped, but obeyed Sam’s order. “I could never hope to fully repent for my actions, but I beg of you to ask me for whatever you could ever need during your stay. I will do everything in my power to see your needs are met, down to the st letter. Please, forgive me for my unacceptable behavior.”

  Sam struggled to hold back her ughter at the pathetic sight of the man before her. It was a scene that perfectly encapsuted the type of authority a high-elf had over the common folk, and it was a nice power trip for her steadily growing ego.

  “Fine then… I shall forgive your actions, for now.” Sam scoffed. “But if I find that my needs are not met fully at any given point, you will face the consequences directly.”

  “Y-yes, of course Miss Elf.” The mayor instantly replied, gaze still transfixed on the ground. “I, and all the people of Retz, will do whatever you ask of us.”

  “Good. Now get out of my sight.”

  Without another word, the mayor scurried off with a terrified expression, not daring to take a sideways gnce at Sam. He’d been expecting to have to bend over backwards to accommodate such an important guest, but he never thought he would get forcefully evicted out of his own home.

  The servants standing before Sam were still dumbfounded at the events that had just transpired. Becky, who had remained silent throughout the entire exchange, now had a defted, resigned expression on her face. After watching the highest authority figure in Retz concede to Sam so quickly, she knew she had no chance of stopping anything the high-elf wanted to do to her from this point onwards. Her mind was telling her to run away as fast as she could… but that would mean she’d be the one on the receiving end of a high-elf’s punishment.

  “Well, don’t just stand there.” Sam scowled as she addressed the servants. “Prepare the rgest bedroom in the house for me, and make it quick. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

  At Sam’s command, the servants scattered in different directions to get everything ready for her, leaving her and Becky all alone in the manor’s main hall. Becky squeezed her eyes shut, vainly hoping and praying that Sam would let her go now, but no such thing happened.

  The heel of Sam’s sandals loudly ccked against the polished floor as she walked towards Becky, pcing a hand on the trembling girl’s shoulder before leaning in close. She could feel the high-elf’s warm breath brush against her cheek, and a pair of rge squishy bosoms pressed against her own.

  “As for you, my sweet little thing…” Sam purred, “I think you and I will get to know one another really well after tonight… but for now I want you to stay put while I familiarize myself with this pce. I’ll have a servant come fetch you once it’s time for us to have fun.”

  “Y-yes, Madam Elf.” Becky helplessly whimpered.

  “Oh please, no need to be so formal. Call me Sam.”

  “Y-yes… Mistress Sam…”

  The added honorific was unexpected, and Sam initially wanted to scold Becky for calling her that, but something about it just felt natural, so she didn’t mind it too much.

  “Now there’s a good girl.” Sam gave Becky a small peck on the cheek before walking off.

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  It didn’t take long for the team of servants to completely prepare and freshen up the mayor’s bedroom for Sam. Whether it was a testament to their housekeeping skills or the level of intimidation Sam’s presence came with didn’t really matter to her. In the end, she got what she wanted: a clean, luxurious bedroom that came with a bed that was big enough for many nights of passionate lovemaking.

  The bedroom itself was massive compared to anything Sam had ever seen in her past life. It was certainly bigger than the crummy apartment she used to rent. The servants had done a good job making sure the pce looked absolutely spotless. They’d even moved furniture around to accommodate for what they assumed Sam would need during her stay, although she wasn’t exactly interested in using any of it.

  Beside the room’s closet was a rge mirror, and although Sam still had many compints about her new body, she was still immensely curious as to what she actually looked like now. She could figure out a few things about how she looked, such as her long, golden hair and her revealing, erotic outfit, but she had never seen what her face looked like, nor had a chance to fully admire her own figure.

  There were a few tense moments where Sam was hesitant to step in front of the mirror. Internally, she was still a man, so seeing the image of a woman in a reflection would surely mess with her head, but she squeezed her eyes shut and shook away those doubts.

  This is just a temporary thing. Once I talk to that lousy goddess, I’ll get myself the body I want and live my life like a stud… so there’s no harm in taking a look at what I look like now. After justifying it to herself, Sam stepped in front of the mirror and opened her eyes.

  Staring back at her were the pair of bewitching emerald green eyes of the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen.

  Fwless, glowing pale skin. A perfectly sculpted face with features that were soft as a cloud and just as heavenly. A voluptuous, perfect hourgss figure. A magnificent pair of breasts that heaved with every breath she took. A pair of slim, womanly arms that looked frail, yet angelic at the same time. Every aspect of Sam’s new body exuded pure beauty; the type that she never even knew could exist.

  Without thinking, Sam extended a hand out to touch her reflection, entranced by her owm beauty. All of a sudden, her clothes disappeared from her body without a trace, leaving her completely naked, save for her thong, and shocking her out of her trance. The moment she regained focus, her outfit reappeared on her body like they had never left.

  “W-what the fuck?” She gasped, taking a step back from the mirror. “What the fuck was that? Are my clothes… magic?”

  Once more, Sam looked at her reflection and thought deeply about her new body, then her clothes vanished again, leaving her in only a thong. Her eyes first focused on the shape of her breasts. They felt significantly heavier now that her clothes weren’t supporting them. However, it didn’t take long for her eyes to wander down to the only clothed part of her body: her crotch.

  Even though she knew she had nothing down there, finally seeing it in a mirror just made it seem all the more real to Sam. She had truly become an elven woman in this world. She had a vagina instead of a penis between her legs, and it felt wrong… but not as wrong as it did when she first discovered her new body.

  A sensual warmth was starting to build up within Sam. Staring at her body for so long was beginning to turn her on, and she was all alone in the bedroom. One of her hands unconsciously made its way towards her crotch, she only felt herself through the thong at first, but it wasn’t enough to satiate that growing heat inside of her. Her hand slipped past the white thong, and for the first time ever, Sam made skin contact with her own womanhood.

  The sensation sent a shock through her entire body; it was unlike anything Sam had ever experienced before, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to go further. She wanted to slip a finger inside her pussy and feel–

  There was a loud knock on the bedroom door, and that snapped Sam out of her lustful daze. She yanked her hand away from her crotch and her clothes materialized on her body soon after.

  What the hell was I thinking!? Sam scolded herself internally. I’m a man, I can’t touch myse– this body as if I’m a woman, that’d be… ugh! I need to get my fucking dick back as soon as possible! I can’t let that stupid goddess and this slutty body get the better of me. I’m gonna live my new life as a stud, not some fucking whore!

  “Madam Elf,” a servant called out to Sam through the door, “we’ve prepared the young dy for you as you requested. Shall we bring her to your chambers now?”

  Finally, some good fucking news. Sam sighed. She smiled, instantly forgetting about what she’d almost done in front of the mirror. At least something good has come out of having this stupid body.

  “Ahem… yes, do send Becky over.” Sam replied. “Although I’d like her to come here by herself. There’s no need for you to accompany her.”

  “As you wish, Madam Elf.”

  Sam let out a satisfied sigh, then took a seat at the foot of the king-sized bed. She could already imagine how sexy and embarrassed Becky would look in the outfit she’d picked out for her. She’d also instructed the servants to properly ‘cleanse’ the girl beforehand, so Becky would look even more perfect before Sam eventually had her way with her.

  Just as Sam had started fantasizing about all the different things she would do to Becky over the course of the night, she heard a quiet, nearly inaudible rapping against the door.

  “M-Mistress Sam?” Becky’s voice was timid and shaky. “M-may I come in now?”

  It was time.

  “Of course, my dear.” Sam beamed. “Come right in, and make sure you lock the door behind you.”

  A few seconds passed before the door handle finally turned and Becky let herself in. As Sam instructed, she locked the door behind her before facing the high-elf that summoned her.

  None of Sam’s perverted fantasies could ever hope to compare to the real thing standing before her eyes.

  Becky had been bathed, groomed, and dressed by the servants at Sam’s command, and that much was apparent. Her fair skin had a radiant glow that wasn’t unlike Sam’s own perfect skin. Her hair was well brushed and styled into a neat, single braid that sat comfortably on her shoulder. But none of that was important in comparison to the attire she’d been forced to wear.

  Becky wore a loose-fitting ce nightgown that had been modified at Sam’s request. The bottom half of the nightgown’s fabric was so thin that it was completely see-through, revealing her midriff, and most embarrassingly, her bare crotch. In her typical perverted fashion, Sam had instructed Becky to wear no underwear of any sort beneath the nightgown. Her pubic hair had also been trimmed by the manor’s servants, and after having to be held down, the tangled mess below her navel had been reduced to much neater brown bush.

  Sam wanted to preserve the precious moments Becky spent walking towards her, cheeks red as a pair of tomatoes, body trembling in dread of what was to come. Sam wanted to admire the beautiful young woman one st time before she had her way with her. But all too soon, Becky’s quivering figure stood right in front of her looking at the high-elf as though she was expecting something.

  “Perfection…” Sam softly whispered. She stood up, towering over Becky and causing her to let out a tiny ‘eep’. One hand cupped the girl’s cheek, while the other snaked down her back, gripped one of the girl’s buttocks and pulled her close. “Yes… I think I’ll enjoy this very much.”

  “M-Mistress Sam?” Becky sheepishly spoke up, though her voice had little resistance left in it.

  “What is it, my dear?” Curious about this new development, Sam decided to py along.

  “... P-please… be g-gentle with me.”

  Sam chuckled lightly. “But of course, Becky.”