More Than A Princess

Who needs breast covers anyway?

The sound of birds singing and chirping outside their windows woke Lyvia and Jinna up. Sitting up groggily, Lyvia stretched and looked out the glass wall. The view is still as amazing and the skies are a gorgeous pink and blue hue with orange streaks. 

It must be dawn, she thought and she turned to Jinna on the other bed. Her handmaiden was also sitting up, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

“Did you sleep well Jinna? I hope we get to go home today with Callan’s help,” she said. 

Lyvia jumped up and hurried to the bathroom. She noticed some faucets fixed to one of the walls inside a glass enclosure next to the toilet. Wondering what it was, she stepped in and waved at the faucet. 

“Augghhh…..!!!” she screamed when water rained down on her. 

She heard a knock on the bathroom door and Jinna’s voice asking if she was alright.

“I’m okay Jinna, just a tad soaked, I’ll be out soon, you don’t have to come in,” she called out. 

She was soaking wet. 

She moved aside and realised that the enclosure must be where they can take a bath, under the magic rain. The water raining down was fragrant and warm to the touch. Just the perfect temperature and it seemed there was no need for soaps too. 

That was so wonderful and convenient, she thought and started stripping off her wet clothes. 

She had assumed the JorvTownians don’t bathe when she couldn’t find any bath tubs in the bathroom but this magical rain was something else.

She stepped under the warm fragrant stream of water and started scrubbing her face, body and every crevice. She felt so grimy from the fall yesterday.

She tried to remember what or who they were running from when they fell through into this world. 

All that came to her mind was a tall, dark and handsome man with piercing blue eyes. 

She wondered if that was the prince Jinna said they were running away from. 

She wondered why they were running away from him. He doesn’t look dangerous. In fact, he looked kinda gay. 

Perhaps he was too gay and boring so she had to run to escape him? 

She imagined she must have had a boring conversation with the handsome prince, probably about embroidery or horse grooming or something equally tear-inducing till she had to run away. 

Maybe he had launched into a monologue about his own handsome features and his attire.

Princes have been known to brag non-stop about their own good looks, about their attire, about their hair. 

She shrugged to herself. 

Whatever it is, they had to get back fast before her royal parents throw a royal fit and decide to lock her up until she turns 80. 

After she was satisfied that she had washed all the dirt from her body, her matted hair and scrubbed her nails clean, she stepped out from the enclosure and the magic rain stopped immediately. 

A thick towel automatically slid out from the wall, making her jump. She picked it up and towelled herself dry. It was thick and luxuriously soft. 

She sure would miss the conveniences of this world. 

Wrapping the towel around her long wet hair, she stepped out of the bathroom naked.

“Jinna, it’s your turn. You should simply try the magic rain, it’s so wonderful and I feel so clean,” she said as she walked into the room.

And stopped short. 

Callan was staring at her, agape. 

He glanced at her naked body, her full breasts still glistening from the water and her n*****s protruding proudly in the cool air, before he quickly closed his eyes and turned around. 

“Err…I’ll come back later then,” he muttered.

“It’s called a shower, by the way,” he added and hastily left.

Lyvia stood transfixed to the spot. 

She was beyond embarrassed. 

Sure, she has been naked before dozens of handmaidens and maids back home. They have helped her with her baths and clothes for most of her life. 

But….she had never in her life stood naked before a man. 

Much less a strange man. Okay, maybe not that strange but still, they barely know him. 

“Oh Princess! You must not walk around naked, this is not your bedroom quarters at home,” Jinna finally broke the silence after closing the door behind Callan. 

Lyvia pretended that she did not feel anything and waved it all away, as if she didn’t care that Callan had seen her naked. After all, it was only a few seconds before Callan turned around. Maybe he didn’t see anything much. Even if he saw something…it wasn’t as if he touched her. 

“Don’t worry about it Jinna, it’s not like he stood there and stared at me,” she said and shrugged. 

“So, princess, can I use the bathroom now?” Jinna asked timidly, her hand on the door to the bathroom.

“Sure, sure, go clean yourself up, I’ll look for some clothes to wear, mine was soaked through,” she replied. 

Jinna disappeared into the bathroom. 

Lyvia walked to the cupboard to pull out some clothes. This time she selected a pair of pants that looked like what Callan had worn yesterday made from a thick blue material with buttons at the crotch. Then, she selected a soft plain white top with golden words “Magic rulez!” written on it. 

She pulled the top on, glad that it was just large enough to fit her although the material looked stretched across her chest. Next, she pulled on the pants but its inner seams sat at her crotch uncomfortably.

“Hmm…I think we need underwear before wearing the pants otherwise, it’s gonna leave some serious burn,” she muttered and pulled off the pants. She went to the cupboard in hopes of finding some underwear. 

Just as she was rummaging through the cupboard, Jinna came out, a towel wrapped around her petite frame, her blond curls hanging damply down her back. 

“Oh Princess. That’s why Callan came over. He wants to give us this, he said to just say what we need and the item will appear in the trunk,” Jinna told her and pointed at a medium-sized square and silver chest next to the bed. 

“Will the magic never cease to amaze me,” Lyvia said and walked to the chest. 

“Give me some nice comfortable underwear please, no lace and no bloomers,” she said to the trunk. She waited a moment, just in case it needed time to conjure up things, and opened it.

Folded nicely inside is a pair of plain brief underwear, almost triangle in shape. It was tiny compared to their loose underwear at home. Next to it looks like two thick cloths sewn on thick swatches of strings. 

“It looks so tiny, I wonder if it can fit me,” she said.

She took both items out and stared at the stringy one, confused. She left it on the bed and tried to pull on the underwear. Incredible, it fitted her rounded hips perfectly and it’s cutting was so convenient, it slanted up and lays tight against her skin. It may not be as loose and airy as her lacy underwear at home, it sure is comfortable. She pulled on the pants after that and it felt so much better. 

“There, I look more like a JorvTownian now,” she said. 

Jinna was still standing at the bathroom door, watching her putting on her clothes. 

“Oh, Jinna, you can get your underwear here too. Its so comfortable,” she told her and moved aside for the girl. 

She picked up the other item on the bed and twirled it around, wondering what it was for. It didn’t look like it was to fit her butt, the two round pieces of cloths were attached to the thick swatches of string-like material in such strange angles. 

Jinna whispered something to the chest and opened it. She brought out a plain dress, not unlike her normal attire at home, a pretty lacy underwear and a matching stringy thing. 

She removed the towel and pulled on the underwear. She too looked at the stringy item questioningly. 

Unlike Lyvia, she tried to put it on. After several attempts, she managed to wear it. It covered her breasts perfectly, the strings falling into place on its own like a harness of sorts. It lifted Jinna’s breasts and gave her a beautiful cleavage. 

 The dress fitted her perfectly too, falling just above her knees primly. 

“Oh….so that’s what it’s for,” Lyvia said. She looked at the one she was holding. It looked larger than Jinna’s, it must be just her size since her breasts are larger. 

“Here, princess, let me help you with this breast cover,” Jinna said as she took the item from her hands.

Lyvia backed away. 

“Nope, I’m not wearing that harness thing, no thank you, I won’t be able to breathe in that,” she shook her head, pushing the item away. 

She never liked those corsets they forced on her at home and since she’s far from home, she sure as hell will not willingly wear a harness to push her breasts in. 

She grabbed the scrap of clothing and threw it at the far corner of the room. 

“But princess…it’s to cover your breasts…” Jinna said, gesturing at her ample breasts pushing against the white material of her top.

“Come on, I’m hungry, let’s see what Callan has prepared for breakfast,”Lyvia said and walked out of the room, Jinna following silently. 

Outside, Callan is at the kitchen, preparing plates of steaming hot food that they can recognise, bacon, eggs, ham and toasts. 

Trying to forget that she had literally flashed Callan her naked wet body moments earlier, Lyvia made appreciative noises over the food.

“This looks good. Thank you so much Callan,” she said before digging in, not daring to look at him.

They ate silently for a while, Jinna sitting at a distance from them.

“So, I think I need to update you girls on some of the terms we use for our things here,” Callan broke the silence. 

He pulled up a large screen and started showing pictures of items they have never seen before and naming it. 

He continued rattling off names and function of the items even after they had finished eating and it went on for a long time. 

When he was done, Lyvia felt as if her head will explode. That was way too much information to be crammed into one sitting. 

“You forgot one thing, what do you call those breast covers?” she asked. 

“Wh…what…?” he turned to her, surprised. 

“You know, those scraps of cloths sewn on strings like a harness and you wear it in a way to cover your breasts…” she said, pointing at her cover-less breasts under her white t-shirt. 

“Of course you don’t need to wear one, here, Jin..ni is wearing one under her dress,” she pointed at Jinna’s breasts and turned back to him staring at her breasts. 

Callan was staring at Lyvia’s bare breasts under her t-shirt, the pinkish aureolas of her n*****s peeking through the thin material. 

When he noticed her glaring at him, he quickly averted his eyes and blushed. He cleared his throat.

“Erm, they call them bras and err…most women wear them here but many have opted not to wear it too,” he said, looking everywhere else but the two women before him. 

“So, ummm…I found a magic dragon nearby,” he continued, hoping a change in subject will distract everyone, including his lust-filled thoughts. 

He pulled up another screen and called up Drago Margie’s information.

“This is Drago Margie, she’s about 200 years old and she’s been living in this man-made cave over the past century or so, thankfully it’s nearby,” he said.

On the screen, was a picture of a majestic imposing woman with silver hair, a high regal nose and strangely purple eyes.

“But that’s not a dragon,” Lyvia said. “It’s a woman with silver hair and purple eyes,” she added, crossing her arms on her chest, unknowingly pulling the t-shirt tighter around her breasts.