A queen swaps body with her daughter to secure the kingdom in Long Live the Queen, available on Smashwords or Amazon. Preview below.
Queen Isabelle’s daughter is refusing to marry and nothing will change her mind. So Isabelle swaps their bodies, intending to to do so just long enough so that Isabelle can marry her daughter off to the prince. But her young, new body is much more exciting than she ever dreamed, and there are so many perks to remaining young and beautiful.
The footman scurried off, leaving her to return to the princess’s room and hover awkwardly over her own body, anxiously awaiting for the next step in her plan.
She didn’t have to wait long. The mage swept into the princess’s suite with the rest of the privy council trailing behind him. He moved immediately to the queen’s motionless body and examined her quickly, declaring loudly, “No cause for alarm, my lords. I believe the queen has simply contracted a chill.”
The council made all the necessary rumblings of relief.
The mage summoned two footmen and bade them carry to the queen to her chamber. He then announced to the room at large, “Of course, the queen must rest. I fear she will not be able to attend the festivities today.” He turned to Isabelle. “In her absence, perhaps the princess might deign to…”
Isabelle made sure to inject a shy quiver of trepidation into her voice. “I shall greet our visitor.”
The Lord Chamberlain swooped in, placing an entirely inappropriate hand on Isabelle’s arm. “How gracious of you, Princess Alinne.”
Isabelle resisted the impulse to bat away his hand like the gross intrusion it was. Forcing herself to simply endure, she ducked her head in an Alinne-like manner and murmured bashfully, “It’s my duty.”
The Lord Chamberlain smiled and squeezed her arm just a little. “And I understand you intend to fulfill another duty and accept King Nikolaj?”
Isabelle slithered away from his grip. “Yes, my lord.”
Over the Lord Chamberlain’s shoulder, she watched two footmen heft her old body up off the bed and carry it out of the room. Her body was still plain and not much better from this angle, head lolling between two footmen. Lord Chamberlain nodded to Isabelle and left as the maidservants fussed over her.
They helped her out of her clothes, layers of crinoline and lace falling to the floor. One unbraided her hair as another set about untying her corset and the third began drawing a bath. Isabelle had been undressed by servants many times, but she felt strangely self-conscious being undressed in this new body, as if she were violating her daughter’s privacy. But that thought was plainly ridiculous. This was her body—at least for now—and she could do as she wished with it. Soon she stood naked as the maidservants finished their duties. They kept their eyes down, seemingly ignoring Isabelle as she stared down at her naked body for the first time. She admired the gentle curves of Alinne’s body, the baby-soft skin, her limber long limbs and the swell of her breasts. God, had Isabelle’s body ever been like this? Had her boobs ever been so taut and perky? Had the curves of her buttocks ever been so intoxicatingly perfect?
The tub was overflowing with bubbles and the rich scent of flowers and exotic spices from the oils filled the room. Isabelle dismissed the servants with a flick of her hand and they disappeared, leaving her alone in her daughter’s body for the first time.
Isabelle dipped a toe in the water, tentatively at first, expecting the usual aches and pains as she stretched out her body, but was delighted to find that Alinne’s body had none of that. Isabelle eased herself into the bubbly water up to her neck. She lay back and sighed contentedly, stretching out her limbs slowly.
She held one hand up in the air, turning it this way and that, admiring her daughter’s youthful fingers. She brought her fingers to her face and ran them across Alinne’s features, searching for the differences between old and new. Alinne’s nose was slightly more curved, her skin softer, and she noted the presence of a tiny bump here, a little mole there she’d never noticed before.
Her hands wandered down to her chest, feeling her new breasts. They were firm and perky with youth, two teardrop shapes curving out delicately from a slender form. Isabelle ran her fingers across her breasts, exploring with gentle tugs and squeezes, sending a warm tingle down her body. They were much bigger than her own, full and ripe, the elastic skin snapping back into place as she prodded and jiggled them. She urged the soothing warmth on, letting her fingers play over her new breasts, circle her daughter’s tiny pink nipples. Isabelle watched her hands fondling her new body, excitement growing within her as her nipples grew into tiny spikes. She shifted restlessly in the water and let her other hand dip down between her legs, landing on Alinne’s trimmed pubic hair and following it down to her opening.
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Good to see you still writing my friend. Hope when you’re inspired you can do another one like Campus Switch, where a bully or a criminal has a body swapping remote or a ring etc. That would be amazing. Or a body part swapper would be even better. But, you are the author of course, whatever you write is great 🙂 Thanks again.