Transvestia

"Here, cover up thy nudity with silken pantaloons." I quickly did as I was bid, the greatest of buffoons. Then these virginal monsters thrust on me a corselet of white

Three lovely witches held me fast, two other laced it tight.

"Milady, I shall surely die of shame!"

"Lord Freddie, you will never be the same Unless you cease this cruel and stupid war." "Please continue." gasped I, fainting to the floor.

When I wakened the fine demons had a harness on my

chest

Which appeared to be a version of a hiker's satin

vest

Laden with two painted grapefruit,

smiles did crack.

"This knapsack's wrong upon me.

to back."

At my comment,

You've got it front

My legs with silken stockings they did gird With many a taunting wink and teasing word. Then came a deed both horrible and shoddy. A pale green gown went o'er my warrior's body.

Golden slippers for my feet that yearned much more for sturrups,

Bracelets, necklaces and earrings, giggles, laughs and brazen chirrups

My hair was long as was all knight's, but soon 'twas an array

Of curls and bangs and ribbons and feminine in every

way.

Red paint, white powder covered all my face. Perfume everywhere, and at my wrists, some lace. "Ah, prithee! Maiden, send me to a cell!"

"Nay, Freida, now you must learn to curtsey well.'

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