{":url": "http://www.Writing.Com/main/interact/item_id/1147339-Arabian-nights-gender-changing-world/map/1152211111211122", ":text": "\"No,\" you gasp. Despite your pleasure it feels so wrong. The princess is a little miffed by your resolve. \r\n\r\n\"Very well then, we shall see if you change your mind in the morning,\" she says, climbing into bed with you. The warmth of her body egainst your is quite entrancing. You spend the remainder of the night blissfully exploring her body, falling at last to the bed in sated bliss where sleep overcomes you.\r\n\r\nYou awaken, shafts of light streaming through the seraglios rose window, dappling your naked limbs. As you stretch the nights sleep from your pliant physique, you are annoyed to notice your somnolent flesh is still very much female. As though to remind you your high piled main of midnight hair falls in tangle coiffures about your trim shoulders and tickles the upward curve of your firm naked breasts.\r\n\r\n\u201cHow did you enjoy last night?\u201d The princess asks as you stir, her hand curled possessively about your narrow waist. She is as naked as you, and you fight to hide a fond smile as your eyes take in the curves of her body in the half light.\r\n\r\n\u201cI would be a liar if I said I didn\u2019t, but that doesn\u2019t excuse taking advantage of my situation. You know very well how this curse works! If you had the least shred of gratitude you then you would raise this curse,\u201d you say.\r\n\r\n\u201cAll in good time,\u201d she says as she climbs from the bed. You cannot help but admire the trim lines of her naked body but you try to ignore your growing infatuation, \u201cbut first I would like to show you some of the less lascivious, though no less hedonistic joys of being a woman.\u201d She opens her closet and starts to search.\r\n\r\n\u201cWhat do you have in mind?\u201d you ask suspiciously, expecting some hidden trap.\r\n\r\n\u201cWe built up quite a sweat last night. I don\u2019t know about you, but I feel dirty. And whilst I don\u2019t think I pulled a muscle...\u201d she pauses with innuendo as she stares at your now smooth groin, \u201c\u2026 after a hard nights play there is nothing better to soothe a tired body than a Turkish bath and massage. I suggest we go to Cybeles,\u201d she smiles as she lays down a rather skimpy looking silk outfit on the bed beside you.\r\n\r\n\u201cWhat is that?\u201d you ask, your eyebrows arched.\r\n\r\n\u201cWell you can\u2019t wear that horrid outfit from last night. Really who dresses you, your Eunuchs?\u201d as your face reddens she laughs merrily in the knowledge that her comment cut close to the mark.   \r\n\r\n\u201cBut I can\u2019t be seen in public wearing that skimpy little outfit,\u201d you say emphatically.\r\n\r\n\u201cA proper lady rides in a curtained palanquin, concealed from prying eyes, in whatever state of dress she sees fit. I have visited numerous lovers with nothing concealing my dainty body except the silk curtains of my slave carried litter. It makes a dull trip all the more \u2026 interesting. Besides, it doesn\u2019t matter how we are dressed, for we bathe naked at Cybeles\u2026\u201d \r\n\r\nYou consider her words. Litters were often regarded as an extension of ones harem, with all manner of hijinks occurring behind drawn curtains. You yourself have engaged in many lusty activities in your enclosed sedans, entertaining yourself with highborn woman and bawdy tavern wenches with equal abandon. Whilst frowned upon, some lovers even took the opportunity to satisfy their exhibitionist urges, leaving their curtains tantalizingly ajar so that passersby would catch a glimpse of their amorous activities. \r\n \r\nAs though reading your mind the Princess continues, \u201cand it is far more convenient for us if we travel with less clothes,\u201d she says. A mischievous smile on her ruby lips and a laughing twinkle in her eyes, suggest that having you travel in a state of undress will allow her to satisfy her evil design for you. You remember now why you rebuffed this beautiful girl\u2019s advances, for despite her allures when it came down to it she was a little too lewd for your tastes, particularly for a high born woman.  \r\n\r\nYou hold up the translucent silken garment to your front to determine its fit. With a mixture of dread and nervous excitement you realize the camisoles cut will do little to hide your body, its diaphanous thread barely covering your ample breasts and hardly reaching your hips. It dawns upon you that the garment is not dissimilar to those worn on occasion by your harem girls. In fact you have often bade one of your slaves to wear such a skimpy outfit during a palanquin trip, for the scant garment allowed excellent access to a slaves charms, whether removed or merely pulled aside. You had never given much thought to how the slave girls felt in such situations. You swallow, the irony not lost upon you.   \u201cIf I agree to this, will you raise the curse?\u201d\r\n\r\n\u201cPerhaps,\u201d she evades with a grin on her full lips.\r\n\r\n\u201cI need more surety than that!\u201d you bluster, throwing the garment down on your lap.\r\n\r\n\u201cYou\u2019re so cute when you pout,\u201d the princess laughs, \u201c but enough of these hissy fits. I\u2019m going to the baths. You can either come with me or stay here and entertain my boys in the slave quarters. If you\u2019re coming with me you either wear that teddy or you travel without a stitch.\u201d \r\n\r\nThe feel a jab of fear and worry at the subtle threat in her words but say nothing. Truly you are very worried about what you would do if left amongst men.\r\n\r\n\u201cAnd if it makes you feel any better, I\u2019ll be dressed the same.\u201d So saying she slips a silken bandeau top over her curvaceous breasts and a matching loin cloth.\r\n\r\nYou consider pointing out that her clothes are much more modest than yours, but suspect such is the princess\u2019 intent and decide to not waste your breath. Instead you consider your choices. \r\n\r\nIt would seem safer to go with the princess, Cybele\u2019s baths are for woman only and so it is unlikely that your maidenhood will be in any further jeopardy. And like any red blooded male you always wanted to know what goes on in the cloistered spring fed marble bathing pools. This could be your chance.\r\n\r\nBeing confined to the men\u2019s slave quarters will put you in a very difficult position, struggling to deny your needs. You swallow as you think about her well toned, well hung men. The warm moistness between your silken thighs tells you that you are more than tempted to stay with her slave boys. As you consider your peaked state you suddenly have no illusions about what how you will be spending your time if you stay here. You know that you will come to regret caving into your cravings, but it is inevitable if you stay. \r\n\r\nStill, you can\u2019t help but think that the princess has something in mind for you at the baths.\r\n", ":author": "Abdul", ":title": "No"}