The Kingdom of Grand Fenwick was agog. Everyone was gathering for the royal wedding of Princess Beatrice. It was a chance for all the country cousins to come to the castle and see how their royal relatives lived. To be honest Max would have preferred to stay home with his books instead of traipsing halfway across the kingdom. His younger twin sisters rode in the rented carriage while he had to ride horseback, no fun when your boney ass is in a saddle for hours on end and you are not a horseman.

His sisters were thrilled at the chance to attend the many balls that would be held, in hopes of snaring a husband among the minor royalty. Max just hoped he could spend time in the royal library, maybe even get a post there. He felt it was a waste of his parent's money to buy him the glamorous suits to wear in hopes he might catch a girl's eye.

The girls were more likely to ooh and ahh over his luxurious blonde hair, a rarity in the kingdom, one that he shared with Princess Beatrice. His sisters always teased him about it while flaunting their shiny dark tresses. His mother had loved it since he was a child and for love of her he didn't cut it but hid its length under his waistcoat.

The waistcoat was another thing. The Kingdom's economy was based on tourism. In a world full of modern conveniences Grand Fenwick forbade them except in tourist hostels. No cellphones, cars, or computers visible anywhere. Grand Fenwick was stuck in the 1800's and therein lay its appeal. The tourist trade was quite lucrative and the visitors had no idea that the man herding sheep probably made as much as they did and the sheep were all for show. Max, as minor royalty often had to squire visiting schoolteachers and such around the dance floor in their rented ball gowns. His sisters did the same with the young men hoping they might snag a rich one and get out of Grand Fenwick if they didn't find a suitable royal suitor.

At least Max liked history and old books. But he certainly didn't mind the modern privy hidden out of sight though he wished for at least a radio. The only musical entertainment being the lute player down at the local tavern. There were small troupes of musicians that traveled from town to town playing at local balls but only the capitol could afford a permanent troupe.

It was one thing to love history but another thing to live it. Max would love to dress like some of the male tourists who looked very comfortable in their jeans and tees compared to him. On the other hand his sisters loved dressing up and attending the balls held for the tourists. They were absolutely thrilled about the upcoming wedding and all the dances and other events that would take place.

The king and queen weren't nearly as happy. The arranged marriage between Beatrice and the young man from UK was going to bring them a lot of business as his parents, besides being minor royalty themselves, owned one of the largest travel and tourist agencies in the world. The wedding alone would bring thousands of British citizens to see the ceremony. Only Beatrice had the temerity to disappear with the rich American who had gotten her a fake passport AND pregnant!

Luckily the young Englishman had only briefly met Beatrice so the queen suggested they find a young female to replace her. And so began a surreptitious search for a new princess. The greatest difficulty was that Beatrice was a natural blonde in a country of black-haired women. The few blondes they found that looked anything like Beatrice in the face were discovered to have bleached their hair to imitate her.

The queen felt all their plans were going to fall apart and the recriminations from calling off the marriage could ruin the economy. So it was a great surprise when she saw a blonde head bobbing amongst the black ones belonging to the most recent distant cousins coming to pay their respects to their sovereigns. That is, until she saw the blonde head was on a young man's shoulders. It was a shame, as he looked amazingly like Beatrice in the face. Still, she took note of him. Maybe he had a sister or cousin who was as blonde as him.

Max was unaware of the interest the queen had taken in him. He had enough trouble keeping an eye on his sisters who wanted to see everything and everyone. He'd promised his parents to look after them and keep them out of trouble and he could see that was going to be a major problem. They reluctantly left when he said they needed to get back to their small bed and breakfast so they didn't miss the dinner that was included with their rooms.

The prime minister had come to the queen that same evening asking about Beatrice. The queen preferred to keep Beatrice's disappearance a secret but too many people were asking where she was. She told the prime minister that she was indisposed and had taken to her bed but hopefully would recover shortly. The queen momentarily considered having Beatrice die. It would solve one problem, producing a bride for the boy to marry but the kingdom would still face the loss of a profitable relationship with the family's agency. It would be much better if they could produce Beatrice. Once again her mind came back to the young man she had seen at court earlier. She mulled over the possibility. It would be a great risk but doable, if she could convince the young man to cooperate.

The first step was to send the royal seamstress to get his measurements. She came, ostensibly, to make sure his sisters were properly gowned and while there, insisted on getting his measurements too. Max wondered why that was necessary and she told him that he should have a suit that matched the beauty of his sister's gowns. Unlike the girls he questioned this largesse on behalf of the queen. They told him to shut up and be glad the queen took an interest.

The next day the two girls were invited to try on their gowns at the palace. They trembled with excitement as as they saw their new gowns. They had just put them on when the queen appeared. She complimented them on their beauty and said that it only proved she had made the right choice for Princess Beatrice's new ladies-in-waiting. The shock of her announcement was written all over their faces when the queen dropped the other high heeled slipper.

"The problem is the ladies-in-waiting are always close confidants of the Princess but neither of you knew Beatrice."

The twins were not dumb. They picked up on the past tense and asked the queen how they could get to know her well enough to become her new ladies.

"I'm afraid that isn't possible as Beatrice has run away with her boyfriend. However you do know someone very close to you, someone with blonde hair and her features, don't you.

"You don't mean Max? He's a boy!"

"A boy that looks very much like Beatrice. A boy who with a little help from the two of you could replace Beatrice. I'm sure the two of you with my help can convince him of the importance of becoming Beatrice. Unfortunately if you can't prevail upon him I'm afraid there is no need for a pair of ladies-in-waiting. In fact, in order to keep the secret certain people might have to be hidden away in the dungeons so they can't talk."

The girls shivered at the thought but knew Max would never allow that to happen to them.

"No, absolutely not. Are you two insane? I have no intention of becoming a woman, much less marrying a man!"

"Where's your patriotic spirit Max? The kingdom needs you!"

"The kingdom, my ass! You two just want the prestige of being in the royal court at the expense of my manhood."

The queen observed all this from behind a curtain. She turned and whispered to the royal physician, asking if they had those fake things that looked so real that he'd special ordered based on the differences between Max and Beatrice's body shape. He assured her everything was ready.

Despite the appearance of being backward the castle contained all the latest technological advances including the internet. The royal physician felt it was his responsibility to keep up with as much as possible. He had ordered several machines and technicians were temporarily hired to operate them. The technicians would have no idea who they were working on and were from countries far away from Grand Fenwick.

The queen decided it was time to take a hand in the proceedings and swept aside the curtain. The two girls immediately curtsied to her. Max made a leg after recovering his wits. He hoped the queen had not heard his outburst. It took only a moment to dash that hope.

"About your ass young man. It and the rest of you owe a duty to your country. Now you can cooperate and your sisters will gain considerable standing at court and we will see that they have large dowries and find suitable husbands.

On the other hand you can be a GRAVE disappointment to us and the kingdom by refusing to help in our time of need. What say you Max?"

Max hadn't missed the emphasis on the word grave and thought about his promise to his parents to take care of his sisters. He looked at their faces, their hands clasped, imploring him silently to say yes.

While he found it hard to believe he could replace a princess, he didn't find it hard to believe what would happen if he didn't, given the look on his Queen's face. Maybe that's one of the reasons Beatrice ran away.

"You have yourself a princess your highness, a very reluctant one."

"I'm not going to accept anything but your wholehearted cooperation daughter dear. Now come with me."

The queen led Max down several halls until she came to the room she had been looking for and stopped, waiting. Max realized she expected him to open the door for her. He followed her into the room, not noticing the beefy guard who closed the door behind him. The queen wasn't taking any chances on her new daughter getting cold feet.

It turned out to be a wise precaution as Max saw the quivering fleshy blobs on a cart next to a very ominous table.

"What the hell are those?"

"That's your new derriere Beatrice. My daughter was quite well endowed in the rear dearie."

"Hell no, I've changed my mind! Get yourself another princess."

"I'm sorry but we don't have the time or luxury to do that."

She made a little gesture to the royal physician who had come up behind Max unnoticed. He quickly plunged a syringe into his neck. In a moment Max went glassy-eyed and crumpled to the floor before anyone could catch him.

"Don't just stand there. Pick him up and get to work."

The physician ordered the technicians to pick up Max and strip him while the queen watched. They placed him on the table and began coating his body with a thick paste that they left on for fifteen minutes. The physician thought it was a good thing the young man was unconscious as the substance was quite caustic, designed to permanently destroy every hair on his body except his head.

There the substance was more carefully applied to remove what little beard Max had. After the time expired they carefully wiped all of the substance away along with his hair. The royal physician thought about how much money he could make selling this substance on the sly to the ladies of the court who had to endure old-fashioned methods like plucking the hairs individually. He was sure many of them had quite hairy legs and armpits hidden under their gowns.

Once they had wiped everything away the techs applied soothing oils to soften his skin. They also made something very hard and the queen muttered to herself that whoever chose the name Max for the young man must have been prescient.

It seemed a shame to waste something that glorious especially as it would never be seen again. The queen ordered everyone from the room and locked the door. She then dropped her drawers, lifted her voluminous skirt and petticoats and climbed aboard.

Outside everyone waited and listened. The queen seemed quite excited about something, shouting, "YES," several times before things got quiet. A few minutes later a very flushed looking queen opened the door and told the physician to carry on. He couldn't help noticing that it would no longer be necessary to use the ice to make Max shrink so they could fit the lower piece to his person.

It was a struggle but the carefully measured and created reproduction of Beatrice's lady parts and derriere were in place and the physician liberally applied additional GLOO. The inside of the piece had been coated with it and now it was applied to all the edges while smoothing them down until they merged with his skin and it was impossible to discern where Max ended and Beatrice began.

A similar piece was pulled down onto his chest and the GLOO again applied. Three days from now those parts would be fully bonded and irremovable without surgery. There was no solvent in the whole kingdom even if Max had known about the GLOO and its special bonding properties.

His work done, the royal physician, had the new princess wrapped in a sheet and carried to her bedchamber. He would leave dressing her to her maids and new ladies-in-waiting.

At first he thought it was birds chirping but then realized it was girls tittering. Something was tickling his chest. He feigned sleep while listening to the girls whispering.

"They must be real. Look, they're getting hard."

Max opened his eyes to see his sisters holding feathers. He glanced down to see two big mounds with two little mounds on top that they were brushing with their feathers. And he felt them!

"Stop that!"

"Would you like us to nibble on them. It feels really good when we do it to each other."

"No! Just leave them alone. What are you doing here anyway?"

"We're here to get you dressed brother dear."

"I'm a grown man. I can dress myself."

"Not anymore. You're still big but definitely not a man."man

Max was silently taking stock of the changes in his body. Besides the two most obvious ones he knew that those quivering globes he saw just before being sedated were now attached. He could feel them. He was afraid to look between his legs. He could still feel his penis but it was like he was wearing real tight breeches. He certainly wasn't going to go feeling around down there, not with his sisters watching him!

Before anything else he needed to relieve himself. He looked about for a robe or something to cover himself. There was nothing. He went to grab a sheet when his sisters stopped him.

"No point in covering up Princess. You'll be taking a bath right after you relieve yourself. Do you need any help?"

"I have peed before, you know."

"Not like this Princess."

He ignored them and ran for the privy only to discover parts of him wanted to go in every direction but the one he desperately needed to go.

"Great grapes! How do you control these things?"

Max normally didn't swear but the exclamation was common in a kingdom whose major industry besides tourism was its wine.

He would have fallen over but his breasts seemed to nicely counterbalance his ass. They all just jiggled and wiggled so he put one hand across his chest and the other on his ass and moved as quickly as he could.

His sisters shouted as he ran by, "remember to sit, Princess!"

He barely made it and quickly discovered there was no aiming mechanism.

"Sheepshit!"

The expletive slipped out before he realized it. There were sniggers outside the privy. He felt like somebody had burst a pig's bladder between his legs. He was going to need that bath!

They must have been waiting for the flush because moments after he did his sisters and someone else burst into the room.

The sexy young woman curtsied and introduced herself as Rose,
Beatrice's personal maid and she was here to bathe her. Max felt himself try to get hard only to double over in pain. Rose rushed to him.

"Is it m'lady's time of the month? A soothing bath will help, I'm sure."

Max stared. Did she really not know? He saw his sisters nodding no. Great, now he had to get very personal with a girl Max would have died to be naked with and his equipment was locked away. It didn't get any better when Rose seemed to relish getting all those hard to reach parts clean. He also found his lady parts were really sensitive. Rose apologized more than once but Max didn't think she was a bit sorry and, to be honest, neither was he. His sisters just smirked.

As soon as he was dry Rose and his sisters dragged him off to get dressed. He'd been spared this when they were younger only because he was older and faster than the two of them. He wondered what it was that made sisters want to dress their brothers up as girls. Well, they had finally gotten their wish and were just a bit too pleased. Max had a feeling he was going to pay for teasing the two girly girls who now had him at their mercy.

He asked about some pants to wear. They waved some lacy drawers at him and said they were the closest she'd ever get to wearing any. By this time it was obvious that Rose knew he wasn't Beatrice but not that he was a man, or at least was, until the queen got hold of him. It was also probable that she had a thing for Beatrice that hadn't been reciprocated. His response to her bathing antics seemed to have given her hope that this new Beatrice might welcome her attention. He knew the old Max would have loved to receive such attention.

While he had been bathing his sisters had been busy opening trunks and pulling out gown after gown and every one was some shade of pink. Either Beatrice had a serious thing for pink or there had been a big mistake at the dye factory.

"Well, Princess, do you have any preference?"

"Anything but pink!"

"Pink is Princess Beatrice's signature color. In fact no other woman is allowed to wear pink at any gala you attend."

"I don't care. Just pick one."

He knew it wasn't going to be that easy as his sisters and Rose made him try on several gowns until they found one they all agreed on. Then they pulled out the pink corset.

"No. I am not wearing one of those medieval torture devices. This is carrying realism too far!"

Of course he lost that argument too and shortly had no breath left to make any further arguments. Then Rose proceeded to slather the makeup on as his sisters brushed his hair until he thought they'd pulled it all out. Finally they seemed satisfied.

"Now you are ready to meet your intended."

"Meet my intended? What? When? I'm not ready for this. In fact, I will never be ready for this!"

"The mating, oops I mean meeting, has been delayed long enough, daughter."

Max turned to see the Queen. He almost took a leg when one of his sisters hissed and he curtseyed.

"Mating? Why, what brought that to mind, dear mother?"

The Queen, who had been thinking about the last time she saw Max, was shaken out of her reverie by his question. She thought she saw a little grin cross her erstwhile daughter's face. Surely she had been unconscious when. . . . No, it was not possible!

"Thinking about the last time you mated, mother? You seemed quite happy for a moment there."

The queen cringed inwardly. Somehow he knew.

"No, just thinking how much your marriage will mean for the kingdom and it's citizens, like your ladies-in-waiting and their parents. I hadn't told the young ladies yet but their father has been appointed as our envoy to the United Kingdom. He and his wife will be leaving for London immediately after the wedding."

"Will their son be accompanying them?"

Max wanted to find out what his parents knew and didn't know. He was sure his sisters hadn't said anything because they knew father would have confronted the Queen, no matter the consequences. That's why he hadn't contacted them as soon as the Queen had revealed her plot. Not that he'd had time to.

He wasn't even sure how long he had been unconscious. There had been moments of lucidity but he'd not been able to move or do much more than register what was going on around him. He knew the royal physician had come by more than once to check on him and each time he did Max found himself slipping away again. The Queen wanted to make sure that the 72 hours she'd been told it would take for his new additions to permanently bond had more than passed. The Queen was quite sure that faced with their permanence he would be more malleable.

"Their son has been given an important post that will require him to be out of touch for quite a while. In return he asked that his sisters be given positions at court. His parents were sad that he would miss the wedding but glad he made sure his sisters were taken care of. Does that answer your question."

So his parents weren't going to miss him and would be out of the country and his reach too. The Queen had him pretty well isolated. at least he didn't have to explain things to his parents and h is father got a royal position out of it. He wondered if he'd consider losing his only son worth it. His sisters seemed to have no problem with it.

"We've dallied enough. Come."

Max dutifully followed the Queen, his sisters trailing behind. Though she was pushing forty the Queen was still sexy for an older woman and Max could see where Beatrice got her looks. It came to him that people were going to see him the same way, including the man she was slated to marry. By his sister's standards Sir Reginald Walls was quite a hunk, their words not his.

Just before they reached the reception hall the Queen sent his two sisters ahead.

"I have a couple things to discuss with Beatrice before we go in. Tell the Chamberlain we will be entering shortly so he can announce us."

Then she turned to Max and told him a few things that shocked him. He barely noticed when she led him into to hall.

And then they were there, in the same room where Max had come to pay his respects to his sovereigns just a few days ago. Only now others would be paying their respects to the King and Queen and Princess Beatrice. First in line was was a Greek god, an Adonis. Max wasn't gay but he recognized a sexy male when he saw one. He was filled with envy. If he had only looked like him he wouldn't be standing here in a pink gown wearing a tiara.

Reginald bowed to the King and Queen and then took Beatrice's hand and kissed it, followed by a flowery speech about her beauty and how lucky he was to become her husband. Max blushed. He'd never had a guy say those things to him, much less kiss his hand. It was embarrassing. Everyone else thought it was cute.

Reginald proceeded to introduce his parents and some of the senior individuals from the family travel business. They'd all be going off with the King and his advisors to hammer out a contract that would put Grand Fenwick on the map and Beatrice on her back with Reginald.

Reginald left too, promising to dance with her at the welcoming dinner and gala later that evening. Max didn't expect to enjoy either; the corset squeezing his stomach making eating nearly impossible and the dancing - as a woman in heels no less! His sisters couldn't wait.

"You lucky girl. He's so handsome."

"I'd let him into my bedchamber any night!"

Max couldn't believe his sisters. It was as if they'd completely forgotten he was a man. He might as well forget it too. The Queen had pulled him aside earlier to inform him that, short of surgery, his new parts were permanently bonded to him but due to advances in prosthetics he could feel them just as if they were his real flesh. That explained his nipples getting hard and how he'd gotten so excited in the bath when Rose played with his ersatz lady parts. Remembering made him blush and his sisters mistook it for a reaction to thinking about Reginald.

Upon their return to Beatrice's chambers he collapsed on the bed with his head in his hands.

"I have no idea how to dance."

"You've danced at lots of balls."

"As a man, not as a woman."

"Well then, we'll teach you won't we. We danced with each other all the time to practice since you were too busy with your books to practice with us."

It was true. Max had spent as little time as possible with the dancemaster and his sisters. He did just enough to satisfy his parents that he wouldn't embarrass them when they hosted their frequent balls for tourists. It was a major source of revenue for the family.

He wondered what would happen with the whole family away. The Queen must have made some arrangements so that his parents could serve abroad. Right now he had bigger and more personal worries.

His sisters took turns dancing with him and showing him the woman's part in the waltz and other court dances. He would need to soak his feet after tonight if he didn't break a leg first.

He groaned when his sisters and Rose approached with another gown for tonight's dinner and dancing. He did convince them not to tighten the corset quite as tight, saying it wouldn't look good if he fainted on the dance floor.

Soon they were in the banquet hall where he found himself seated at the head table next to the King. He seemed to pay an inordinate amount of attention to him, showing much more than a fatherly interest. While the King knew the woman next to him was not his daughter he didn't know her replacement was a man.

The King and Queen 's marriage had been a political one and once the Queen was pregnant the King stopped coming to their bed. He found plenty of others to replace her but sired no children. Which made him wonder whether Beatrice was really his child. But, as far as he knew she had never take another man to her bed.

Reginald was seated next to the Queen, who found him quite attractive and thought it would be a waste of good manflesh for him to marry Beatrice, but needs must. Dinner finally ended and it was time for the dancing to begin.

The King escorted Beatrice while Reginald escorted the Queen. The King found himself lusting after his own daughter and letting his hands rove a bit more than they should. There was a whisper in his ear.

"I wonder what the penalty for incest is in the kingdom?"

The King's hands froze as he realized what he was doing. Max smiled at him sweetly as if he had no idea what just happened. Damned if he was going to get it from the King on top of Reginald. That was just sick. He turned his attention to Reginald who offered his arm.as the musicians began to play.

Luckily Reginald was a very good dancer as he guided Beatrice around the floor. He also kept gliding his hand down to her bottom. After the third dance of moving his hand off Beatrice's bottom he actually grabbed it.

The slap was heard around the ballroom as the music stopped. Max grabbed his skirts and fled.

It was literally a slap heard round the kingdom. Reginald's family did not look happy and neither did the King and Queen. They saw their potential new tourist attraction going up in flames due to their hot-headed replacement daughter.

They would have been happier had they heard Reginald's parents upbraiding him for creating a scene and possibly scuttling the deal that had been painstakingly worked out over the past day. They reminded him that if he turned 25 and was still unmarried his trust fund would be dissolved and distributed to charity and he'd be broke. That deadline was just weeks away.

Reginald had already had one woman break her engagement with him due to his predilections.

So far the family had managed to keep Reginald's wild life out of the papers but word had gotten around and now none of the girls who were suitable would have anything to do with him despite his trust fund. So much for marriages of convenience.

Grand Fenwick's culture meant that they had no idea about what was going on in modern society so it was one of the few places that didn't know about Reginald. His actions tonight threatened to ruin his last chance to salvage his trust fund. It also threatened a very profitable arrangement with Grand Fenwick.

Reggie didn't know what all the fuss was about. He was just checking that under that gown was a real bubble butt and not one of those bustle things he'd read about that women used to use to hide the fact they didn't have one. And Beatrice's sure seemed to be real. He was sure she wouldn't have slapped him if he'd been groping some metal contraption.

Despite everything Reginald was seriously thinking about dumping this Beatrice and trying his luck in Asia. Maybe Thailand where scandals wouldn't matter, but the family seemed determined that he marry Beatrice. He didn't know the business was failing and needed the exclusive contract with Grand Fenwick to repair their fortune. All he knew was he better make nice with this princess or else.

At the same time Max was getting a lecture from his sisters who saw their positions at court going down with the failed marriage. They softened him up for the queen who said his father could end up as their envoy to Greenland instead of the UK. He could see which way the vines grew. He wondered if there was enough wine to keep him drunk until after the wedding.

So Reginald showed up with a bouquet of flowers which Beatrice, less tha graciously accepted along with his apology for his unseemly behavior. In turn, his apology necessitated a similar acknowledgement on her part that maybe she got carried away, with the emphasis on maybe.

Both put on their best fake smiles and appeared on the balcony so the populace could see their princess was still on course to marry her suitor. The parents all sighed and hoped they wouldn't have to go through this again.

Thus began a round of balls sponsored by the various minor nobility trying to curry favor with their future sovereign. There were also fetes put on by the winegrowers guild, the family bankers and others who had a vested interest in this marriage.

Reginald managed to keep his hands above the waist for the most part, though not without a few lifted hands when they strayed. Max didn't know what Reginald's fascination with her bottom was. He virtually ignored her breasts, which he didn't mind.

He much preferred when his maid played with them when he bathed or dressed. He just wished his member wasn't tucked away beneath his cunny. It was surprisingly sensitive even being hidden and Rose always seemed to think it needed extra cleaning.

As the wedding day approached poor Max spent hours being fitted for his wedding dress which was pink, not white. Beatrice's fixation on pink was well known and she didn't even have to insist on it. Not that Max cared. He'd always dreamed of standing next to his bride not being one.

His sisters wanted to make sure their big brother made the most beautiful bride. In private they teased him endlessly and told him they couldn't wait for the wedding night and his official deflowering.

If that weren't bad enough he had three additional bridesmaids, all daughters of important families. The three were jealous of Max's two sisters, not sure why they seemed to be favorites of Princess Beatrice. In fact Beatrice had never had ladies-in-waiting before until these two country bumpkins came along.

Privately they thought, maybe the king was enjoying a novel dalliance with twins and had foist them on Beatrice to keep them close. At least the bridesmaid dresses would let them display their ample wares for the king. The twins had picked them not realizing the other girls would overshadow them in the decolletage department.

None of them could compete with Beatrice in that area though and she was surprisingly shy about them. They'd heard rumors about how forward she was, especially for a Princess, but she seemed nothing like that. They put the rumors down to jealous rivals.

Suddenly the day was nearly upon them. The Queen summoned Beatrice. She ordered her to report to the crown physician for the required virginity check. Max wondered exactly how that was going to go. Technically he was a virgin, at least as Beatrice but how was he supposed to prove that. He was afraid to ask his sisters so just sent along to see the doctor.

The doctor had him remove his clothes and lie on a table. He then raised Beatrice's legs over his shoulder and taking a small bladder filled with blood inserted it into Max's vagina. He was too shocked to say anything.

"Now you are a virgin. You'll bleed when penetrated so there will be physical proof on the white sheet. The bridal chamber is always thoroughly searched and there is only a bed with a clean white sheet. You both enter naked and afterward you shall hang the sheet out the window to prove you came to the bridal bed a virgin."

Max had heard about this custom but never expected to have to abide by it! It also struck him that he was going to have to have sex with Reginald. Until this moment he really hadn't thought about it. And now he didn't want to think about it.

He wondered how many virgins were really virgins or did they just have a bladder of blood up there. His sisters probably knew. He hoped they wouldn't need them when the time came. At least as Beatrice they stayed close to him and he could watch out for them. They were avidly seeking prince charming, he just wished he could give them his!

The Queen marshalled her forces. A small ballroom had been set aside to prepare Beatrice for her wedding. Beatrice had been awakened at four am and Rose had bathed her and then clad only in a satin robe she was escorted to the ballroom by several of the palace guard who were doing their best not to look at the voluptuous figure of their future queen. They were all glad they wore codpieces or more than one would be sporting an embarrassing erection.

Once in the room she was stripped of her robe. There must have been dozens of women surrounding Max as they began dressing him in hid bridal lingerie. It actually felt quite delicious - until they brought the corset out. They pulled a pink tube of silk over his torso and then wrapped the corset around his body.

They pulled the laces as tight as they could. They even had a tool to help. Max thought these women must spend the rest of their time in the castle dungeons torturing poor souls like himself. They finally stopped but his relief was short-lived as he heard one of them say they'd tighten it some more in an hour. He knew how a sausage felt, stuffed into a wrapper.

The Queen was directing a small army of beauticians when Max insisted they stop for breakfast or he might faint during the ceremony. The Queen grudgingly agreed and toast and jam were sent for. Max did love a good Grand Fenwick grape jam. He should have thought of this before they strapped him into the corset as he longingly looked at the slices remaining.

To be polite he offered the Queen some toast. She blanched and excused herself and while everyone pretended to ignore it, they ould all hear her throwing up in the privy. There was some muttering about the jam not being the best this year. Max thought it tasted just fine.

The Queen returned and the women began to work on his nails, face and hair. Then another round of tightening his corset. He could barely breathe but was surrounded by people prodding, poking and powdering his body.

When the Queen said she was satisfied they brought out the gown. Several petticoats were placed around his waist and then they carefully lowered the gown so as not to mess his hair or makeup. He was ready to be married. His body was, Max wasn't so sure he shouldn't run but his sisters anticipated that and each grabbed an arm as they led him out to the coach he would ride in to the cathedral.

The reason for the early start is Beatrice would travel all about the city with her mother, the Queen, so the crowds could wave and cheer and wish her good fortune. Reginald, the lucky groom, simply waited for her. Max was hoping he might get cold feet. There was no way that was happening as his feet had been held to the fire by his parents and their advisors.

When they got to the carriage the Queen was nowhere in sight. One of her maids came running to say the Queen was indisposed but would meet them at the church. Max was surprised that the Queen wouldn't ride with him. The crowd might take it as a sign of her disfavor. On the other hand the Queen was not a popular monarch so maybe she thought Beatrice would be better of making the circuit alone.

Max was surprised at how happy the crowd was. Little did he know that the castle's wine cellars had been emptied of Grand Fenwick's finest and dispersed all morning. That may have explained some of the more lewd comments shouted by many of the men and not a few of the women. The guards had to beat back a few of Beatrice's more ardent admirers.

When they finally pulled up to the cathedral the horses made their own contribution just as Max stepped out of the coach. Not the most auspicious start as the plop, plop sound reverberated through the square. Even the King waiting on the steps with the Queen had a hard time keeping a straight face and lost it when Max shouted, "it's a great day in the kingdom when even the horses give a shit." The crowd hushed for a moment and then roared with laughter, totally won over by their earthy Princess.

Max had decided he had enough of all this pageantry. He just wanted it over and done with. The Queen, sensing she was about to lose her reluctant Princess, told her husband to rush Beatrice down the aisle as quickly as possible. The small orchestra double-timed the national anthem and the priest wasted no time reciting the marriage vows. Max wasn't even sure he'd said yes before Reginald was bending him backward and giving him a kiss.

Great grapes, he was married, to a man. Max just hoped there was plenty of wine at the marriage feast. There was, but neither Reginald or he were allowed to drink any of it. Performance issues. Apparently there'd been problems in the past. So they were going at this stone cold sober.

The newly married couple couldn't sneak away either. All the women grabbed Beatrice and led her to a room next to the bridal chamber. The men did the same with Reginald.

Max had been stripped by his sisters and pushed into the bridal chamber. Max was on his back on the bed with legs spread hoping to get this over with quickly. Reginald appeared naked from the other side and came to the bed. He grabbed Beatrice's legs and flipped her over.

The next thing Max knew he felt something hard poking between his cheeks and screamed at Reginald, "hey, asshole!"

"I know. I'm trying to find it. If you would just stop squirming!"

"What's wrong with having sex the normal way?"

"Because I'm gay and your pussy does nothing for me but those creamy white globes are like a young boy's and just asking to be split."

"You're gay? Well, bugger me all to hell!"

"I'm trying. If you'd just stop moving!"

"That isn't happening big boy."

Max had to take control or everything up to now was wasted. He stood up and pushed Reginald down on the bed.

"I want you to lie there, close your eyes and think of Eng. . .lish schoolboys."

He did and Max positioned his vagina over Reginald's rampant prick and dropped down.

"That's it Reginald. Keep thinking about those boys."

Max rode him like a horse until the bladder broke but it felt so good he kept going. He'd never expected that. Reginald seemed to be enjoying himself too as they both came. Max rolled over and left Reginald in the wet spot.

The next morning the sheet hung from the bridal chamber's window for the populace to see and a cheer arose.