ICE PRINCESS
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Jack laughed as a glittering wave of frost spread out from his dress and coated the corridors of the palace in thick rime. Guards froze solid and courtiers gasped as they were trapped by the evil power and the warmth drained from their souls.
Soon they would be his slaves... their frozen hearts his to command. His new pussy tingled with pleasure and his firm breasts ached with arousal at the thought. It felt so good to be an evil bitch.
Jack reached up to touch his new face, so cold... so perfect. His long manicured nails gently stroked the familiar features of Princess Anya - the visage he had stolen by putting on the evil dress.
He thought of the real Princess - frozen solid deep within a block of ice for all eternity... never aging, never changing. So long as she was frozen, Jack could wear her likeness and access her memories. He could BE Anya.
"I'm the Princess now," he purred in Anya's rich, spoiled voice. The voice of a brat used to command.
"Mmmmh, I love how it feels to be her."
He remembered how Anya had laughed as he had entered her chambers wearing the dress. It barely fit him and he looked ridiculous in such finery. Luckily as a stable boy he was short and skinny, malnourished and small, so he had been able to squeeze into the expensive fabric.
He had taken the dress from a dusty chamber deep in the depths of the castle. Once a guard had been posted at the door and it had been known that the chamber was full of dangerous and evil artefacts confiscated from enemies of the kingdom. Too many years of peace meant people had forgotten.
Jack had heard tales from the rich travellers whose horses he tended about the evil ice queen who had nearly frozen the entire kingdom. They spoke of her dress and her evil soul still being trapped within it - waiting to grant her powers to whoever wore it.
Jack was sick of being poor and ugly. He wanted to be beautiful and worshipped like Princess Anya. He wanted to snap his fingers and have armies at his command... he wanted to be rich, powerful and spoiled.
Anya had continued to laugh until Jack has raised his arms and blasted her with frost. Her laugh had turned to a cry of despair as she was encased in ice - a block nearly ten feet thick - her beautiful form trapped forever inside.
The dress had tingled and Jack had groaned as the dress accepted it's new wearer. The ice block glowed with dark magic as Jack fell to his knees and groaned as bones popped and skin shifted. Internal organs reorganised themselves and the dress shifted to fit it's new wearer perfectly.
Jack's rough peasant skin became soft and luxurious as Anya's silken hair tumbled down his back. Rich full lips pursed into a superior pout as his new commanding eyes flashed with royal power.
Anya's firm breasts swelled from his chest and he sighed in satisfaction and tossed his new bitchy hair and felt his thus far useless cock retract and a royal pussy open between his perfect thighs.
Standing up with a laugh - the new Anya felt her posture shift as she adopted the poise and elegance of the real Princess. Jack felt his limited mind expand with all of Anya's knowledge of court etiquette and rulership. Her memories were his now and he was all too eager to embrace her spoiled, bratty personality.
"Mmmmh this is so delicious," he purred in his new voice and stroking the ice block with one hand and sliding the other over his perfect new form and enjoying the feel of his tight new body.
"Sleep well Princess, this ice will never melt unless I am defeated. I will have it stored in the deepest dungeons of the castle so no one ever finds it. No one will ever know I have replaced you."
With a mocking laugh Jack had turned to walk out and survey his new domain. The dress sent whispers into his mind that he should enslave and dominate everyone in the palace just to be safe. Once drained of their warmth they would be his slaves forever.
No... not his slaves HER slaves.
Anya pursed her wicked lips in pleasure. She was a Princess now and all the power and pleasure of the ruling family was hers to enjoy.
It was time to rule... but first...
Holding out her hand she grinned as an icicle eight inches long formed in her hand - then smoothed to a perfect glassy finish - rounded and ribbed.
Stroking the ice dildo - her frozen heart filled with dark delight - she turned back to her chambers and the pleasures of her bed.
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