Author's Note: This ended up being far longer than I intended. This was just supposed to be a short interlude before I got to the scene I really wanted to do. Oh well. Enjoy, hopefully. If you want to continue from here or flashback to Karyn I could put the other scene elsewhere. Or I can just go ahead and make the next episode too. Up to you guys.
"I would very much like to make myself presentable" He'd said. Or rather, Allaria had said. Either way, in his case, it was a bald faced lie.
And a huuuuge mistake.
Sure, it got him away from 'Ivy'; the precocious little sister that had for the moment replaced his cool, snarky real life one. But this was worse. So very much worse. The door to princess Allaria's walk-in closet creaked shut behind him, the soft sound of latch-on-wood crashing in his ears like an iron maiden snapping shut. This wasn't a closet so much as a warehouse. A warehouse of living wood, filled exclusively with the most girly of gowns, the most revealing of fan-service fantasy. Everything was ultra-feminine, ultra-skimpy, or ultra-feminine and ultra-skimpy.
And every. Single. One. had a massive cleavage window.
Gaping in a mixture of awe and terror at the sheer amount of sheer silk; bewildered as to how to even begin to find something tolerable, Jon was taken completely unawares when Allaria plunged through the gap his indecision had left for her. Time's up. Round forfeited. Jon could do nothing but cringe in fear and anticipated shame. Allaria pranced as daintily as her liberty bell hips would allow her, tip-toe leaping with preternatural knowledge through the labyrinth off orphaned wisps of fabric clearly designed to highlight more than to conceal.
It was more than a little disturbing, feeling yourself move; the flexing of every joint foreign, the length of every limb wrong. His body told him that he was moving like this voluntarily. That he'd chosen to raise his arms and limp his wrists. That the wiggle of his hips as he crossed one long leg in front of the other like a Disney Princess doing a catwalk strut was all him. But it wasn't. It was like a bad habit. Like chewing his nails, or scratching himself in a place he really shouldn't in public. Jon felt that if he could catch himself, he could just stop. Move like a normal person. Or at least, as naturally as he possibly could in the body of Dungeons and Dragon Barbie. But the magic of the bookmark and its inexorable demand to keep in character left him falling.
Absurd breasts bouncing; catastrophic cascades of straight blond locks waving to and fro, gentle tendrils of corn silk tickling his bared breasts, the small of his back, his hips, his thighs, his everything...Allaria at last came to a stop, silencing the chattering of a million humiliating sensations in Jon's skull. With hawk keen eyes of deepest sapphire, Princess Allaria, and with her, Jon; alighted directly before their target with all the certainty of an Elven fashionista.
Oh no. No no no no. Don't do it. Don't you do it. Don't-
But Allaria was as relentless as she was dainty. Jon felt himself reach his slender arms for a collection of fabrics so thin they seemed ready to evaporate at any moment. How was this impossible get up even supposed to stay on her...his body?
The silken abomination that Allaria was gleefully wrapping around their silken skin looked like something from a pop-up ad for some cheap Korean MMO. A sea green wave of flowing femininity; the aggressive girlishness of the outfit was bad enough; it's high tight collar, pure white gloves, poofy sleeves, strategically placed tails of silken blue feathers, and frills, frillsfrills. But did it have to be so damned...sexy.
Yes, that was the word. This outfit is something that would have graced his adolescent fantasies. Something he might have gladly put on player character in an RPG to provide a steady stream of eye candy escapism. It held to his upper body by a thin halter, baring his white shoulders, completely detached from the poofy sleeves and open-fingered opera gloves embracing his small fine hands. It gently swooped down his wasp waist into a blooming of damask petals that spread into some bizarre half-bustle...one that emphasized Allaria's already exaggerated yet shapely posterior while simultaneously allowing the opportunity for anyone that cared to to admire the shapely ivory pillars of Allaria's thighs. The curve of his calves and thighs was finalized with knee high high-heeled boots that would no doubt make Allaria’s graceful perma-catwalk gait even more stunning.
Yet somehow, Jon doubted anyone’s eyes would get that far.
The crowning jewel of the outfit was the breast, and not just thanks to Allaria’s own. Princess Allaria was a very, very well endowed woman. Somehow even unaided her melon sized breasts sagged not-at-all despite - Jon feared - being a good deal larger than her head. But with aid...
They would be there always, fabric sheathed mountains breaking the eclipse of his peripheral vision. No matter where he looked or how he moved, the tits would be there. Pointing the way. The bodice of Allaria's dress was sea-green-and-white, all chased with gold. In the center, starting from just beneath Allaria's little collarbone, was a long, wide, absurdly stretched diamond of nearly transparent silk. It delved deep into her cleavage, thinning as it went until it was no more than a little arrow encompassing her belly button. The fabric cupped and swaddled the mammarific shelf that jutted proudly from Jon's chest, all while obscuring virtually nothing. Two tantalizing hemispheres-and-a-quarter shoved into a mutual embrace of white and gold silk. The little opaque swatches would have given an illusion of modesty...if not for the golden swirl, one on each breast, that ended in a spiral that pointed directly at the location of Allaria's hidden nipples.
Was elf culture so sex obsessed? Or was Allaria just such a naive Polly-Anna that she really didn't have the slightest idea how this made her look?
He would find out soon enough, Jon supposed. Task accomplished, adrift alone in a sea of cheesecake, he took advantage of the freedom to sigh before emerging from the closet to face his 'sister'...and whatever else this world had in store.
