Chapter 1

The morning started just like most mornings, my servant comes to my room and gently shook me from my sleep. “Princess Anna, it’s time to get up.” Stacey said as she gently rocked me. My eyes slowly opened to the brightness of the morning. The sun came peering in from the large bay windows I insisted on having, pulling the blankets over my head in a feeble attempt to hide from the morning sun. Stacey just stood there and laughed, her laughs are quite contagious so I started laughing along with. “Princes you must get up or your food will grow cold, and the cooks will be very disappointed.” She says still giggling as she pulls the blankets a bit further off of me.

“Okay, okay I’m up.” I groan as I sit up in bed. My blanket slides down my front, revealing a lovely pink satin nightgown. Looking around the room, eyes still slightly blurry from the heavy sleep of the night before. “What day is it Stacey?” I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes which is promptly followed by a big yawn.

“Today is the fifth of September, your majesty. It is also your eighteenth birthday! Your father has arranged for some princes from far off lands to come see you and potentially court you.” Stacey explained as she wheeled over a couple trays with a few cloches neatly placed on top of serving dishes. “Ready for your breakfast, your majesty? The chefs made you . . .” She paused for a dramatic flair like she always does, then she removed the first cloche off the larger serving platter. “Croissants. . .” She then moved onto the next cloche with the same dramatic flair to her words. “Hard fried eggs, your favorite” She picked up the trays they were sitting upon and placed them on the mini bed table I had over my lap so i could eat in bed. “Enjoy your majesty!” She said with a very chipper mood. I don’t think I've ever seen Stacey in a non chipper mood. She left the room to give me some privacy while I ate. I always get nervous when others are in the room while I am eating.

I smile watching her leave the room. Her body swayed from side to side as she walked. Why does she have to look so good? I ask myself in my head and hopefully not outloud. I wouldn’t dare ask that outloud with her that close to me. After Stacey left I decided to focus on my food instead of impure thoughts running through my mind at ridiculous speeds. Wow the chefs really outdid themselves this time! I think to myself as I take a big bite of the fried eggs. The parmesan and the rosemary dance on my tongue like ballerinas on stage. “Mmmm!” I moan into the flavor of the eggs that melt like butter in my mouth. Forkful after forkful I eat the eggs mindlessly, lost in the flavor of the delicious eggs, until the scraping of my fork against the plate brings me out of my daze.

Then I move onto the croissants which are warm and fluffy. With a hint of a blueberry aroma wafting from the croissants. I pick one up with my fingers gingerly worried about them being too hot to handle. After discovering that the delicious treat is in fact not too hot to handle I wrap my chubby fingers around the delectable treat. I take a big bite and the taste of honey butter and sweetened blueberries dance across my palet. I moan out my satisfaction from the divine pastry that I swear must have been made by the culinary gods themselves. I quickly devour both of the delectable pastries. Not too long after finishing my breakfast I hear a knock on the door.

“Come in!” I say with a raised voice. The door opens with Stacey coming into the room.

“Are you finished princess?” She asked poking her head into the room,

“Yes I am Stacey, you can come in.” I say with a smile spread across my face and a blush creeping along my cheeks. Stacey comes in and takes the platters away, setting them on the outside of the room for someone from the formal butler staff to take. Stacey is my personal maid given to me by my father when I was just a small ten year old girl. “How old are you now Stacey?” I ask watching her come back to my bedside, me still wearing that goofy grin like I just thought of some bad dad joke.

“I am turning nineteen this year, princess. Why?” She asked, her head cocked slightly to the side in her own cute way of showing confusion much like a puppy.

“Oh, no reason. I was just curious.” I lied as all I wanted to do was pull her close and hold her as if she was a doll. I mean I’ve read books about women liking other women. I think they were called lesbians.

“Okay princess. Do you have an idea of what you want to wear?”

“Something regal, though not sure what we have. I trust your sense of fashion.” I say as my eyes get sucked into the little bit of cleavage she is showing with her uniform.

“Alright your majesty, I will pick something for you.” She says as she turns around and goes through my walk in-closet. Which honestly could be a room of its own. Filled with hundreds and hundreds of beautiful dresses from simple and elegant to pompous and magnificent. Stacey looks through the selection she feels would be a good fit for me before finally deciding on a royal blue dress that has always clung to my body, but I haven’t worn it in a while and I’ve been a tad greedy with my snacks lately. “I think this would look wonderful on you, your majesty!” She shows me the blue dress. It's one of those dresses that tightly clings to your body and shows off your cleavage.

“That dress is so beautiful. I forgot I even had it.” I say as I admire the dress in all its beauty. I stand up and go to Stacey and kiss her cheek. She takes a step back, her eyes wide with confusion and shock.

“P - princess? What are you doing?” Stacey asked, her voice trembling like a scared kitten.

“Oh come now Stacey I have had feelings for you for years and I can’t hide them anymore.” I say as I pull her into my arms and smile.

“But princess, your mother and father would never approve.” She squeaked as I planted another kiss on her cheek.

I smirk and keep her held close no matter how much she struggles. “I know Stacey, that's why we're going to run away together.” I say seriousness in my voice and face. Stacey realizes I am serious about this and doesn't know how to react. She has always been my servant but this is the first time I have ever acted like this.

“Please princess, let’s get you dressed and we can talk about this. Okay?” Stacey says in a feeble attempt to reason with me.

“Fine!” I say as I pout, unaware that my loyal servant feels the same way but is too afraid to show their true side due to my mother and father.

“Thank you.” She sighs as she slowly works the dress up me getting caught on my larger than normal thighs. After some struggling and jiggling we finally got them up over my thighs and hips, then came the belly I had amassed. Again it was a struggle and after laying down on the bed and sucking in my belly she finally got it over my tummy. Panting and sweating from exertion. I pressed my breasts down so the top of the dress could slip over them with relative ease. “Phew, there.” She says as she takes a step back to admire me. I stand there stiff as a board holding my breath as the dress feels super tight around me.

“I - I don’t think this dress is gonna work Stacey.” I say softly as I run my hands down my sides feeling gaps in the seams of the dress.

Stacey puts her hand to her chin then grabs my hands and mouthed “One . . . Two.. . THREE!” She pulled me up from laying down to a sitting up position, when we both heard a loud pop followed by a sickening RIIIIIP! “Oh I guess you have put on a few pounds since you last wore that dress.” She casually mentioned with a blush creeping across her cheeks before helping me out of the extremely tight and ripped dress. “I will find you something a bit . . . roomier.” She says as she put the dress on a cart in the room. “Also, I will get this dress adjusted to your. . . plumper frame.” Each time she mentioned my weight or how big I was getting a blush would slowly creep along her face and I swear she was smirking the entire time. Is she trying to sabotage me from finding love with one of the princes? Or is she just mentally twisted?

“You don’t have to be so rude about it.” I say in a hurt tone sniffling on the verge of crying. Tears welled up in my eyes ready to fall at any moment's notice.

Stacey turns around confused and sees me about to cry and quickly comes to me.. “N - no don’t cry. I wasn’t trying to be rude to you. I - I was only trying to tease you. I think it’s cute. Just shows everyone how rich and sexy you are.” She stammers out as she comes to my side and rubs my back. I can’t help but blush at her words and rubbing my back. Her perfume smells divine. It’s the Rose Petal Surprise I got her for her birthday the year prior. “And you look more womanly with the extra plump frame. . . “ She added as she leaned in to give me a hug, which I gladly accepted and hugged back needing this moment since I was ten years old.

“Thank you Stacey. I am glad you think I'm sexy.” I say between sniffles and mumbling into her shoulder. “I have liked you for years now, five long grueling years. But we have always been the best of friends. I know daddy picked you up from the orphanage when you were eleven to be my personal maid, but I love you. I really do.” I say in a more calm tone and hold her enjoying her scent and her warmth.

“T - thank you princess, I guess if we're being honest and coming out about things. . . I have liked you for a long time too, but I didn’t know whether you would accept me as who I am or not. You probably might still not accept me though.” She says pulling away from the hug and looking down to the ground.

“What do you mean Stacey?” I ask my head cocked to the side. “You can tell me anything. you know that right?” I asked as I held her hand in mine, her hands being larger and more mannish than my own. Dwarfing my petite small manicured hands.

“I - I am what people call transgender.” She explains and quickly looks away as if she was ashamed or scared of what I would say.

“What’s transgender? I’ve never heard of this term before.” I explained, still majorly confused by her reaction and not quite sure what she meant by “Transgender”.

“When someone is transgender it means they are born in one body but mentally, emotionally and spiritually identify as the opposite gender.” She explains still unable to make eye contact with me.

I gently grab Stacey’s chin and pull it towards me with a soft smile across my lips. “Dear, I wouldn’t care if you’re an alien from mars. . . I support you no matter what.” I say gently, her eyes well up with tears as she hugs me even tighter sniffling herself this time instead of me. “There, there. I got you now, you’re safe with me.” I say as I pat her back and hold her close to me.

“You really feel that way, your majesty?” She asks, tears starting to streak down her cheeks. I silently nod and smile at my love, he throws his arms around my neck as he cries happily.

“Yes I feel that way Stacey and please call me Anna, no more of this majesty stuff. I want you as my equal, not my subordinate.” I say as I plant a kiss on the corner of his lips. Quickly a smile spreads across his face and a blush creeps along their cheeks making him flush red like a tomato.

“Yes p- Anna.” He says as she clings onto me still crying. “I am so relieved you accepted me, but what of your parents?” He asked, to which I paused for a moment to think.

“Don’t worry about my parents Stacey. I will talk to them, if they don’t accept you or me then we will both run away and start our new life together." I say smiling and holding my hand with his.

“Anna, I could never ask you to give up your royal status for me. I am just a simple servant who came from the orphanage.” Stacey says with a deeply saddened tone to his voice. “I love you, but I think it should just remain a secret for now.” He says as she lets go of my neck and sits beside me again.

“Stacey, I know you couldn’t, but I need to do this. Not just for you, but for myself.” I say giving his hand a gentle reassuring squeeze. “I love you no matter what. I always have and I always will.” I began to notice my crush flinches every time I call him Stacey. “So, what name do you go by now?” I ask with a smile “I will make sure my parents respect your new name and I will get the royal clerk to legally change your name.” I say with a smile beaming wide and bright.

“R - really? You would do that for me?” He asks again with even more tears welled into his eyes. I smile and nod silently reassuring him that I am completely serious about my convictions. “I would like to go by Charles.” He said with a small smile creeping across his face. “I truly appreciate everything these past eight years. I will make sure to treat you as well as I can Anna.” He says smiling from ear to ear.

“It really isn’t a problem Charles. I am just glad to have my crush feel the same way about me as I do him.” I say with a smile spread across my face matching his. “Now let’s go ahead and get me a different dress since the last one, apparently I am too . . . fat for.” I say a hint of sadness in my voice when I said the word fat.

“Now, now Anna. I already told you, you’re not fat.. . just fluffy and full figured.” Charles says as he places his hand on my lap. “You are beautiful . . . don’t worry about your weight so much Anna, I will make sure you are well taken care of.” He says smiling before getting back up and heading back to the walk in-closet room full of dresses. I wait patiently as I pinch my midriff looking at the small handful of pudge I have accumulated upon my body. Am I really getting fat? I must be looking at all this, this used to not be here before. I think to myself when I hear Charles say “Eureka!”

Quickly Charles charges into the room with a V cut dress that used to be a bit big on me. “This looks so beautiful. You should wear it!” He helps me into my dress. It fits perfectly now clinging to my larger tummy and butt.

“Wow, it's so beautiful. . . thank you for finding this.” I say as I look down at my dress enjoying the fancy leopard print pattern of the dress and how well it fits on my body. I do a small spin to see how it looks all around using the full length mirror. I catch Charles staring at my body and I strike a pose giggling. “Like what you see mister?” I ask playfully.

He nods while blushing. “I really do.” He says as he steps closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into a hug. I smile a blush creeping along my cheeks. “I also prefer my women on the fuller side anyway.” He says as he kisses my neck and I shudder and gasp.

“Charles. . . you Cassanova you.” I say giggling with a really deep red blush across my face. Almost beet red as I feel Charles give what little flabby tummy I have a good squeeze. “So, what are we going to do about the other suitors that are supposed to be coming to see me soon?” I ask with an air of concern to my voice.

“I - I don’t know. I’m sure we will think of something Anna.” Charles says as he lets go of me and leads me to the door, opening it for me. “After you Anna.” He says as he follows me from the bedroom to the main royal chambers where the thrones sit. “What are you gonna tell your parents? Why don’t I call you your majesty until you tell them about us?”

“Yea that’s fine. We’re going to go tell them right now though. So, don’t worry about it right now.” We make our way towards the thrones. “Mommy, Daddy. I want to talk to you about something” I say nervousness laced into my voice.

“What is it princess?” Daddy asks as he signs a very important looking paper.

“I found the boy I want to court.” I say and my dad looks up from his papers he was signing.

“Oh?” He asks as he looks around the room for a boy whom I may have been talking about. “So, where’s the boy?” He asks, confused.

“Right here.” I say as I hold Charles’s hand. My father looks confused and slightly upset.

“What do you mean? You two are not gay are you?” He asks dissatisfaction in his voice.