I find myself back in my bedroom. Apparently, my siblings… I guess I should get used to saying my sisters now. They are doing better than I am. At least, I hope they are. Others decide I need a bath. My two handmaidens return from readying the tub. For once, I walk to where I think the bathroom is alone. Instead, one of them holds out her hand.
Without knowing the layout of this place, I take her hand. She leads while the other trails close behind. That door I thought was a closet is instead a hallway. They take me to the far end, where the actual bathroom is. I notice at least a dozen rooms between my room and there. Inside is an entire bathhouse. I stand, taking in the breathtaking architecture. This is the most dignified and luxurious bathroom… no bathhouse I have seen. I wonder how much it cost to create such a sight. Both females undress in front of me, and, for the first time, I can see their faces.
One is a beautiful brunette with long, wavy hair draped down to her feet. She has a tender, round, triangular face with bright crystal blue eyes that seem to glimmer in the bathroom's light. The lovely youth has delicate high cheekbones with a soft, curvy edge in appearance. Her long, steep, and lush arched eyebrows overshadow her roundish, almond-shaped, bright crystal eyes.
The handmaiden possesses a petite, button-like nose that adds an endearing charm to her features. Her lips, elegantly slender and heart-shaped, carry a subtle poutiness with a delicate plumpness, particularly noticeable in her upper lip. My initial impression is confirmed as I observe her ample bosom, which mirrors the size of my own. Her complexion, a delicate shade of peach, exudes a seductive allure, making my mouth moisten with desire as I study her.
My gaze then trails down to her long, graceful waist adorned with supple hips that gracefully bloom into slim yet resilient feminine thighs. A small, delicate belly button adorns her beautiful skin like a precious jewel. Her legs are finely toned, with slender thighs and shapely calves that draw my attention.
When she turns around, her round, perky posterior comes into full view. It is as robust and conspicuous as my own derriere. The young handmaiden's behind fulfills every expectation a man might have for the perfect feminine bottom. With its perfectly rounded shape, it leaves nothing to the imagination. A tingling sensation travels down my spine, igniting a warm fire within me as I behold her enticing rear.
This youthful handmaid possesses an hourglass figure that impeccably showcases her generous bust and curvaceous posterior, creating a harmonious and alluring silhouette that is impossible to ignore.
The other handmaiden stands before me, another striking copper-haired beauty, her lustrous chestnut locks cascading down her back in a manner reminiscent of Constance's. As I observe her, it is impossible not to notice the uncanny resemblance she shares with the first handmaiden. Their similarities run deep, and I can't help but wonder if they are, in fact, sisters.
Upon closer examination, their facial features exhibit striking parallels, yet I can't dismiss the possibility that they are unrelated. This second handmaiden possesses a round, slightly triangular face adorned with soft, prominent cheekbones that accentuate her youthful charm. Her long, elegantly arched eyebrows frame her roundish, almond-shaped eyes, which glisten like sparkling crystal blue, though a shade darker than those of the other handmaidens. Her nose, dainty and narrow with a subtle widening at the base, adds a touch of uniqueness to her visage.
Her lips, plump and inviting, differ from the first handmaiden's, forming an enchanting bowtie shape with her lower lip slightly more generous than the upper. My heart skips a beat as I can't help but notice the generous size of her breasts, appearing to be a size larger than those of the other handmaidens, or even mine for that matter. Yet, this distinction is not readily apparent at a casual glance, requiring a closer, more intimate inspection to discern the full extent of her ample charms.
After spending some time with her, I can't help but feel intrigued by the mystery of these two handmaidens' connection. Their shared physical attributes hint at some deeper bond, but the intricacies of their relationship remain a tantalizing enigma.
The chamber is bathed in a soft, golden light, filtering through intricate stained glass windows that cast colorful patterns on the polished marble floor. The air is filled with the faint fragrance of blooming roses, their petals scattered across a delicate tapestry. The room's opulent furnishings, adorned with sumptuous fabrics and intricate carvings, reflect the grandeur of the palace.
The first handmaiden stands by my side, her eyes twinkling with an unspoken secret as she watches me closely, almost as if she anticipates my thoughts. Her presence adds an aura of mystique to the encounter, leaving me with an overwhelming curiosity about the bond shared by these two bewitching women. The conversation between them flows effortlessly, their voices carrying a soft, melodic cadence that resonates with grace and refinement. Each word spoken, a delicate note in the symphony of their interaction, draws me further into their world of mystery and allure.
As I continue to study the second handmaiden, I can't help but be drawn to the intricate details of her attire. Her gown, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, is fashioned from rich, russet-colored silk adorned with intricate embroidery that seems to come alive with every subtle movement she makes. The fabric clings to her curves, accentuating her hourglass figure. As she moves, the gown rustles softly, like the whisper of a secret long kept.
I find myself captivated by the delicate jewelry adorning her slender wrists and the ornate pendant that hangs gracefully against her chest, catching the light and casting shimmering reflections across the room. It is clear that every element of her appearance has been carefully chosen, adding to the aura of intrigue that surrounds her.
With each passing minute, my fascination with the two handmaidens deepens. I can't help but wonder about the stories hidden beneath their striking appearances. Their presence in that ornate chamber feels like the beginning of an enchanting tale, one filled with secrets, desires, and a bond that defies easy explanation.
As I gaze at her breasts, she blushes, turning around. I gasp softly as I witness the ripeness of her immensely round but perky butt. Even from my vantage point, I can tell her rump is soft and like a plush cushion. My eyes follow the curve of her bountiful bum, and I instantly notice the broad space between her legs. Her thigh gap is in the shape of a perfect heart and mimics the thigh gap of her fellow handmaiden. The brunette woman is an inch shorter than her counterpart, but her legs are slender and long.
Like her counterpart, she possesses solid feminine thighs that demand attention from anyone who observes her nude. The thought of her legs wrapped around my hips as a male represents a lustful dream. Her long, slender waist with supple curved hips emphasizes her strong, womanly legs. If her demeanor was different, I might mistake her for nobility or a supermodel from my world. The more I think about it, the more I realize they both have all the hallmarks of being celebrities or fashion models from my world.
"So, I'm supposed to name the two of you?" I ask.
Both nod in agreement. I notice the two women have not said one word since I first saw them. No one seems to detect their presence, even though they go everywhere I do. It is almost like they are ghosts.
"Do you talk?" I say.
Again, they nod in agreement. They remove the light blue dress I am wearing now that they are naked. To think I wanted to see a girl naked most of my teen years, and here I am, finally getting my wish. It shocks me how they arouse me. It feels like I am a guy again, but my urges are more potent now than ever when I was a male. The only difference now is I have no penis. The two women stand motionless as if they are statues.
Their beauty is unmatched by any I have seen before finding myself in this strange world. I decide I am going to give them proper names. Although, other than Constance and her sisters, no other person pays attention to them. No one deserves to be ignored. They lead me into the pool of water. It is crystal clear and hot, but not too hot. Steam hovers over the water, and the air is thick with a fruity aroma. There is a bench against a far wall that we can sit on, and that is what we do.
"Okay, I want you to say your name, Eulalia. Then I want you to say yours, which is Leonita," I say.
"Eu-Eulalia…," she says in a whisper.
"Now it's your turn," I say.
"Leonita…," she whispers.
"See, wasn't that easy enough?" I ask.
Both nod again, smiling a little.
"You should talk more. That would make me feel better…," I whisper.
"What do you want us to say?" Leonita asks.
"When you feel like it… anything you want." I say.
"Okay, we understand, your majesty," Eulalia says.
"It's just Masha, or if you feel better, just call me Aria," I say.
They do the nodding thing again and continue to wash my body. It feels good, but I can't pass up the opportunity to clean a girl's back. After watching so many Holo-Animes growing up, it would be a shame to not reenact the typical bath scene.
"Turn around; I'll wash your backs too," I say.
"But your majesty…," Eulalia stutters.
"No buts, and it's just Masha if we are alone and definitely Aria in front of everyone else. And I don't care what anyone says, either. I'm the heir, right?" I say happily.
"Yes, Masha," both say together.
It feels normal to wash each other like this. I'm aroused, but there is more to it than that. There is a sense of family between them, like when my brothers and I would play games or sports together. No matter what, we were together. Then, I have a frightening thought. 'Would we have to be separated here? Would we go home at the same time? What was this new life going to be like? Do I really want this?' My mind fills with more questions. This isn't me. Before now, I had never cried. Even when I broke my leg and arm. Okay, I sobbed, but not because I was sad. For the first time, I face being just me and not we or us. Before I know it, I am crying with my hands in my eyes. Like my stepmom used to do, both Eulalia and Leonita hugged me without hesitation. 'Is this new body more emotional than my old male body? I don't know, but it feels good being held by them.'