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The results were in. John lost the bet. His punishment was no normal cosplay. No... he had to cosplay as a princess known as Princess Alyssa, and wear it to a convention. All day long. John didn't know how much more of this humiliation he could take. The worst part? He couldn't complain at all about it. His friends had each agreed to the terms months ago. So John accepted his fate with a sigh.

That night, after everyone else left for home, John decided that he needed some alone time since he was going to have to spend all next day dressed up like a girl. He walked out into his hotel room to find himself in front of a full-length mirror. He looked at himself in disbelief. "I'm actually wearing this?" John asked aloud. "What am I doing here?" He thought to himself. As soon as those words came from his mouth, though, something strange began happening.

"Princess Alyssa?" John said quietly, looking down at his reflection. She was right there in front of him, staring back up at him in her gorgeous dress. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously behind her glasses. Her lips seemed so soft. And she smelled divine! Like roses and vanilla and sunshine. "This isn't real," John groaned, shaking his head. This wasn't possible! Wasn't he just a man?! What was going on?!

"Yes, you are."

John's heart skipped a beat when he heard that voice again.

"You're not real either," John whispered to his reflection. Whoever this person was talking to him wasn't even in the same room. That meant whoever it was must be somehow inside of him! How could that be possible?! "Who are you?" John asked, taking another step closer to the mirror.

"I'm your inner self."

Now John was getting really confused. If he was being haunted by his own subconsciousness, then why did she sound so familiar? Why did she sound so nice? Why was she saying things that made sense to him? This couldn't be real, could it? Could it?!

"It is real!" John snapped, finally realizing what was going on. "You're my conscience!"

"I am."

"But how?" John wondered. "How can we both exist within me?"

"Because..." For a moment, it sounded as if someone was speaking through John's mouth. Then the voice returned to the other side of the mirror. "...you're Princess Alyssa."

"No!" John shouted, starting to panic. "I'm not Princess Alyssa! I'm a man!"

"And yet you look exactly like her."

"But I don't feel like her!" John yelled back. "I hate this!"

Suddenly, everything around John started to fade away until only the empty hotel room remained. Just him and his reflection. Only now, they weren't separate anymore. They were one. Two halves of a whole. One soul. Together.

John's body began changing. His clothes disappeared, revealing the white lace lingerie underneath them. His skin became softer and smoother. His chest grew larger, filling out a bra that was wrapped tightly around it. His hips widened slightly, giving him a curvy figure. His muscles melted away, leaving nothing but curves and curves and curves. His legs turned into something long and slender. His feet shrunk. His fingers shortened and changed shape. Soon, his entire body was transformed. He was becoming Princess Alyssa.

She felt her new delicate body. The way her body tensed as she felt her soft skin. The way her stomach fluttered with excitement. The way she tingled with need. The way she wanted to touch herself. Touch herself everywhere. She wanted to feel every inch of her body. Every curve. Every angle. Everything about her was perfect. Everything about her was true. Everything about her was hers.

She no longer dreaded the upcoming convention -- she welcomed it. It would give her a chance to meet all these people. Her newfound freedom left her feeling truly liberated. Free from the burden of hiding her true nature. Free from worrying about what others thought of her. Free from caring what others thought of her. Free from always wondering if she'd be accepted.

Free to do whatever she wanted.

She stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the city below. The cool night air rushed against her bare skin, making her shiver with delight.

Description
I have a Patreon with EXCLUSIVE 18+ NSFW photos/captions! :3

www.patreon.com/lolasqueak

If you're 18 and older and like the captions you see on my profile, consider checking it out <3

Plus additional benefits aside from the 3+ NSFW captions per week exclusive to Patreon!

Want your own caption? For $10 we can make one, even NSFW! Limited slots available, see my Patreon for more information. You'll also get access to more benefits alongside your very own caption~

Shoot me a message if you have any questions!

Caption:
The results were in. John lost the bet. His punishment was no normal cosplay. No... he had to cosplay as a princess known as Princess Alyssa, and wear it to a convention. All day long. John didn't know how much more of this humiliation he could take. The worst part? He couldn't complain at all about it. His friends had each agreed to the terms months ago. So John accepted his fate with a sigh.

That night, after everyone else left for home, John decided that he needed some alone time since he was going to have to spend all next day dressed up like a girl. He walked out into his hotel room to find himself in front of a full-length mirror. He looked at himself in disbelief. "I'm actually wearing this?" John asked aloud. "What am I doing here?" He thought to himself. As soon as those words came from his mouth, though, something strange began happening.

"Princess Alyssa?" John said quietly, looking down at his reflection. She was right there in front of him, staring back up at him in her gorgeous dress. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously behind her glasses. Her lips seemed so soft. And she smelled divine! Like roses and vanilla and sunshine. "This isn't real," John groaned, shaking his head. This wasn't possible! Wasn't he just a man?! What was going on?!

"Yes, you are."

John's heart skipped a beat when he heard that voice again.

"You're not real either," John whispered to his reflection. Whoever this person was talking to him wasn't even in the same room. That meant whoever it was must be somehow inside of him! How could that be possible?! "Who are you?" John asked, taking another step closer to the mirror.

"I'm your inner self."

Now John was getting really confused. If he was being haunted by his own subconsciousness, then why did she sound so familiar? Why did she sound so nice? Why was she saying things that made sense to him? This couldn't be real, could it? Could it?!

"It is real!" John snapped, finally realizing what was going on. "You're my conscience!"

"I am."

"But how?" John wondered. "How can we both exist within me?"

"Because..." For a moment, it sounded as if someone was speaking through John's mouth. Then the voice returned to the other side of the mirror. "...you're Princess Alyssa."

"No!" John shouted, starting to panic. "I'm not Princess Alyssa! I'm a man!"

"And yet you look exactly like her."

"But I don't feel like her!" John yelled back. "I hate this!"

Suddenly, everything around John started to fade away until only the empty hotel room remained. Just him and his reflection. Only now, they weren't separate anymore. They were one. Two halves of a whole. One soul. Together.

John's body began changing. His clothes disappeared, revealing the white lace lingerie underneath them. His skin became softer and smoother. His chest grew larger, filling out a bra that was wrapped tightly around it. His hips widened slightly, giving him a curvy figure. His muscles melted away, leaving nothing but curves and curves and curves. His legs turned into something long and slender. His feet shrunk. His fingers shortened and changed shape. Soon, his entire body was transformed. He was becoming Princess Alyssa.

She felt her new delicate body. The way her body tensed as she felt her soft skin. The way her stomach fluttered with excitement. The way she tingled with need. The way she wanted to touch herself. Touch herself everywhere. She wanted to feel every inch of her body. Every curve. Every angle. Everything about her was perfect. Everything about her was true. Everything about her was hers.

She no longer dreaded the upcoming convention -- she welcomed it. It would give her a chance to meet all these people. Her newfound freedom left her feeling truly liberated. Free from the burden of hiding her true nature. Free from worrying about what others thought of her. Free from caring what others thought of her. Free from always wondering if she'd be accepted.

Free to do whatever she wanted.

She stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the city below. The cool night air rushed against her bare skin, making her shiver with delight.