This is a longform TG transformation fantasy Story. Its the sequel to a story I posted in several places, most notably on Deviant Art. It is highly advised for you to go read that story first before reading this one. I may post the original story in the series once I revise and expand it. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.
Chapter Seven - Lavishness & Order
The chateau was hushed as dawn’s early sun spilled across the resort. The terrace’s glass doors stood open to welcome the sea breeze, which blended with the fresh floral scents from the island’s lush surroundings. Only a few staff moved quietly, preparing for the day’s luxury.
Connor St. James stepped inside, a towel slung around his neck, fresh from his morning run. His grey athletic shirt clung to his frame, darkened with sweat. He moved through the entrance and across the marble-floored lobby with clean, purposeful strides. One could easily mistake him for a military man, one who looked completely out of place in this tropical paradise.
He passed through the elegantly decorated hallways toward his suite, his lips tight in judgment at what he deemed an exercise in wasteful excess. Opulent chandeliers, luxurious rugs, gilded frames, and paintings adorned every surface. For Connor, it was all the more reason to oppose men like Maximilian Alerant… those who believed money could replace good values. It only confirmed his decision to block Alerant’s expansion proposals. Men like Max had to be stopped, he thought, lifting his chin higher.
Then, something made him pause.
A piano.
The notes weren’t formal or flawless, but they were rich with feeling.
He followed the melody through the corridor, instinct guiding him toward the sound.
She sat at the lounge piano, legs crossed at the ankle, fingers drifting across the keys with fluid grace.
Eden.
She wore a cream bodice top, strapless and snug to her frame, the gentle dip of her cleavage framed in pale gold trim. A wrap skirt hugged her waist and parted over one long, sun-gold leg with each press of the pedal. Her hair was swept up, pinned messily with a pearl comb. Her lips were bare but impossibly full, flushed with warmth.
A small, leather-bound book rested beside her on the bench.
The Abolition of Man.
“Congressman,” she said without looking up, “still running from yourself this early in the day?”
“Just keeping discipline,” he replied. “Didn’t expect anyone to be in here.”
“Discipline,” she echoed, her fingers still gliding across the keys. “Your favorite virtue.”
He stepped closer, glancing at the book. “You read Lewis?”
“I’ve been known to,” she said, finally turning. Her smile was soft, disarming. “I like the way he writes about beauty. Not the beauty of models or pageants, the moral kind. He says we’ve taught people to sneer at beauty, then wonder why they feel empty.”
“And yet here you are,” he said, raising a brow, “talking about morality in a dress made for sin.”
Her laugh was warm and unbothered.
“A beautiful contradiction,” she said. “Or maybe just proof you can be both dangerous and good.”
He stood, uncertain. “I assumed you were...” he trailed off.
“What?” she asked.
“Max’s... companion. A decoration.”
“And now?”
“Now I’m not sure what to think.”
“Good.” She played another short phrase, then folded her hands in her lap. “That means you’re thinking.”
He gestured to the book. “Do you agree with him?”
“Some of it. I agree that if you train people not to admire anything, they’ll admire nothing. But I don’t believe morality should be taught like obedience.” She tilted her head. “It should be felt. Deep in the gut. Not imposed like a curfew.”
That struck something in him, and she saw it.
She rose slowly, and as she did, her skirt shifted, revealing just a hint more thigh, the barest shimmer of heat-kissed skin.
“When I was younger,” she said, stepping toward the open window, “I wasn’t anything like this.”
Connor stayed silent.
“I was invisible. Awkward. Wrong in my own body. I remember trying to make myself smaller. More acceptable. I didn’t fit. I hated mirrors. And I hated that no one ever really saw me.”
That was Aidan’s truth, delivered through Eden, woven into her persona, her lore given life.
“One day,” she continued, “I was given the chance to become something else. Someone else. And I stopped pretending. I became who I was too afraid to be. I made myself into something that couldn’t be ignored.”
She turned to face him.
The glamour stirred, nothing overt, nothing Connor could recognize, but the light in Eden’s eyes deepened to honey, and her scent shifted, warm and nostalgic. Almost personal.
“What’s your role in all of this?” he asked, gesturing vaguely around them. “Max’s guests, this place, the games... You’re obviously more than window dressing.”
She tilted her head again, the bodice of her dress catching the light as she shifted toward him.
“Max sees value in me,” she said. “I’m his... student.” She let the word linger, letting the suggestion bloom between them. “He’s teaching me about power. About control. About myself. And... about people like you.”
She moved to pour herself coffee at the sideboard. Her wrap skirt parted as she walked, revealing long, sun-bronzed legs. She didn’t look at him. But he watched her.
When she returned, she sat beside him, closer than before. She didn’t touch him. She let the silence speak for her.
“Let’s talk about your virtues, Mr. St. James.” She sipped her coffee, elegant and poised. “You talk about morality like it’s the cure to chaos. But you never ask whose morality. Or what it costs.”
“We need structure,” he said. “Without it, people fall into selfishness. Hedonism.”
“Do you think I’m hedonistic?” she asked, sliding closer. “Do I look like someone without conviction?”
He didn’t answer.
“Or is it just that you feel something when you look at me... and you’re afraid that means you’re wrong?”
His breath hitched. His gaze dropped to her lips.
The glamour deepened. Her dress seemed to fit more perfectly. The warmth of her skin radiated softly in the morning sun. She wasn’t casting a spell.
She was the spell.
“You think you’re in control,” he said, his voice low and rough. His hand twitched, halfway to reaching for her.
“No,” Eden whispered. “You’re just starting to realize you’re not.”
The piano sat silent between them. She rose and brushed past him, her shoulder grazing his arm. Her scent, jasmine and sun-warmed vanilla, lingered.
“Connor?”
Lillian’s voice.
Eden turned, brightening instantly.
“Lillian! Perfect timing! I need rescuing from your husband. He’s so charming, he’s distracting me with all this talk of values and Lewis.”
Lillian stepped into the lounge, startled. She took in Eden’s revealing outfit, Connor’s flushed face, and the open book.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt...”
“You didn’t,” Eden said smoothly. “But now that you’re here, I need your help. I’m going shopping, and I can’t be trusted with my own wardrobe. I need someone to stop me from dressing like a free spirit.” She winked. “This place is so relaxing I might just walk around nude if left unattended.”
She approached Lillian with a conspiratorial smile, gently taking her hands. Connor gulped, the image taking firm root in his mind.
“You’ll save me from myself, won’t you?”
“I... of course,” Lillian said.
Eden looked over her shoulder at Connor—just once.
Brief. Unforgettable.
“See you at brunch,” she said, then swept Lillian away in a breeze of soft perfume and effortless elegance.
Connor sat back down on the piano bench. His towel slipped from his shoulder. He hadn’t realized until then.
He’d been holding his breath.
Veritas Isle’s market was a blend of modern luxury and old-world charm with its high-end, name-brand boutiques disguised within Mediterranean stucco shops. Open-market carts, with their decadent silk tents and dazzling painted stalls, lined the cobblestone streets selling fine artisan jewelry and posh offerings instead of cheap goods and street foods.
The immaculately clean village square glimmered in the late-morning sun as Eden scrolled about with Lillian St. James on her arm. She glided through the market, a queen on holiday in her vibrant wrap skirt and strapless bodice. Lillian, in contrast, was a curated vision of old conservatism; a tasteful, pastel blue dress down to her ankles with a modest neckline. Minimal makeup and ballet flats. Still, Eden caught a curious gleam in Lillian’s eye as they scrolled past many of the more flamboyant fashions on display.
"You look like you're seeing the world for the first time," Eden teased as she ran her fingers over a hanging silk slip of a dress that caught Lillian’s attention.
"I… I've just expected this place to be like this," Lillian replied, flustered as her gaze lingered on a bikini that revealed so much more than skin. "It all feels so alive."
"Beauty should be alive.” Eden said “Not contained. Not muted." A squeal of delight came from nearby and Eden waved in the direction it came from.
Lacey and Lola had arrived.
They walked up to the two women, both radiant and effortless in their visuals. Lacey wore a plunging halter dress with translucent panels, her toned voluptuousness tactfully on display and Lola shimmered in a glittering pastel orange romper that showed off her long legs and womanly figure.
“These,” Lillian blinked, staring at both women. “Are your friends? They look like models on vacation.”
“These girls,” Eden said with a sly smile. “Are my darlings. I collected them and their very loyal, sweet, and playful.”
“Good morning, Miss Eden,” Lacey said as she wrapped her arm around Eden's waist before whispering something in her ear. Eden laughed and gave Lacey a playful smack on her arm. Lola wordlessly walked up to Eden and kissed her in greeting, moaning softly as their full lips pressed together. Eden embraced her, enjoying the smaller doll’s statuesque thickness against her own.
Lillian blinked, then turned her face away slightly. Eden caught the blush.
“Dolls, this beautiful creature is Lillian St. James,” she told the girls after breaking away. Lillian’s blush turned a deeper crimson once the attention was on her. “I think she needs to find a different look. I think it’s a crime that such a ravishing creature is bottled up by convention.” She glanced between Lacey and Lola with a conspiratorial tinkle in her eyes. Let’s liberate her, shall we?”
Lillian had no time to protest as Eden and her collective hoisted her towards the stalls. As they browed, they encouraged Lily to try on various dresses, each one more daring than the last. Lacey and Lola would fetch garments and accessories to compliment Lillian and their adoration of Eden was not subtle.
"This one," Lacey said, holding up a short gold slip of a dress that made Lily squirm with it’s boldness. "Would look sinful on you."
"Sinful isn't such a bad thing," Eden added, eyes gleaming. She lightly brushed Lacey’s cheek and the girl’s eyes melted with reverence. “Good choice, pet. Put it in the pile with the others.”
She handed Lillian another selection, a white mini dress with a flaring, pleated hem. “Try this one, darling. I want to see it on you.” Lillian hesitated, a spark of aura passing from Eden to her. Lillian’s eyes flickered gold for a moment, then she stepped into the dressing room. When she emerged, the dress clung to her body in ways that shocked even her. Her chest looked fuller. Her waist, slimmer. Her legs, longer. Her skin? Glowing.
"What…?" she whispered, hands drifting down her sides as she admired her reflection.
"You're just seeing yourself properly," Eden said as she stepped into the room behind her.. "Let it happen."
A faint glamour shimmered in the air as Eden moved behind her, adjusting a strap. Her fingers brushed Lillian's bare shoulder. The touch lingered. Warm flowed through Lily, as her arousal grew.
Lola walked in behind Eden with a set of delicate gold bracelets and a matching jeweled hairpin. "These would be perfect on her," she said.
Eden took the bracelets and slipped them onto Lillian's wrists with slow, deliberate care. Then she gathered Lillian's blonde hair and twisted it into an elegant updo, sliding the jeweled pin into place. Her fingers trailed along Lillian's nape, drawing a visible shiver.
"There," Eden whispered. "Don’t you look divine?" Lillian’s fingers played at her soft lips as she stared at her reflection in awe. Eden then held up a sheer, lace robe in front of Lillian's body. “This would look so decadent on you. You would be irresistible.”
"I shouldn't..." Lillian murmured.
"Why? Because it feels good? Because you feel good?"
Eden leaned in close again, lips brushing the shell of Lily’s ear. "Desire isn't shameful, Lily. It's freedom."
Lillian turned, breath caught. Their eyes locked. The air thickened.
Then came the kiss.
It began tentative, Lillian unsure, trembling, and then Eden deepened it, taking control. Lillian melted, lost. Her mouth accepted Eden’s tongue as it explored. Her knees gave slightly, but Eden held her. She whimpered in surrender, letting herself get lost in the softness of both of their bodies pressed together.
When they finally parted, Lola stepped up behind Eden and slid her arms around her waist.
"She tastes like strawberries," Eden whispered to her pet, her eyes never leaving Lily’s as she licked her lips.
Lola giggled, then Eden tilted her chin upward and kissed her; open-mouthed, slow and sensual. Lillian stared; stunned, aroused, and confused.
Eden pulled back and looked back at Lillian. "Come along, darling. I want to show you something beautiful."
Sunlight spilled into Eden’s private suite as Lillian stood in front of Eden’s gold trimmed mirror. She sighed as Eden’s lips trailed down from her neck to her shoulders, graceful fingers sliding the straps of her blue dress away from her shoulders. She whimpered helplessly, her instincts telling her to leave but her desires rooting her in place. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the dress pooled around her bare feet.
Warm, soft fingers pressed into her sides and a soft moan of need escaped her lips.
“This isn’t… I shouldn’t…” she began.
“You shouldn’t be so bottled up. You should be shown what pleasure truly feels like,” Eden purred into Lily’s ear. “You should be, and will be, mine.”
Lillian could only watch in the mirror as Eden’s fingers explored her exposed flesh. She couldn’t understand why her strapless bra was so tight – why did her breasts feel so constrained by it? All of her clothing was tailored. When had she become so tan? Did the island’s sun get to her already? She was so confused why her lips looked so swollen, but most of all, why was she letting this ravishingly dangerous woman undo the clasps of her bra?
Still she did nothing as her breasts became visible, nipple taut and swollen. She moaned loudly when Eden’s fingers teased them, then slid underneath the bottom of her breasts and cupped their fullness.
“See how beautiful you are?” Eden’s whisper seemed to echo as she fondled Lily. All she could do was lean back against the other woman. “You’re like my other pet; hiding your true self, your possibility. I didn’t allow it from them and I won’t allow it for you.”
Somewhere behind the glass of the mirror, Eden felt a ripple or magical energy. Not seen, but sensed. A prickle of magic across her skin, like the heat of breath against someone’s neck.
Not Max. This wasn’t dominance or possession. This was longing. Sad and trembling. Familiar.
Her eyes flicked toward the mirror, just for a breath.
“I know you’re watching,” she thought, her eyes staring directly into the mirror at the unseen voyeur. “You should keep watching.” She slid her hands over Lily’s breasts possessively. “It only gets better from here.”
She led Lily to the bed, turning her so that her back was to it. She squealed when Eden pushed her onto the silk bed, the mischievous glint in her eye promising so much more.
Eden was on top of Lillian before the girl could respond, her lips exploring the blonde’s mouth as her thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties. Lily felt the cool rush of her pussy exposed, now completely vulnerable to Eden’s whims. Her thighs parted on instinct, hips pushing upward as she shivered from anticipation.
Everything she was feeling was so foreign, so exciting. Naked, on the bed watching another woman slide between her thighs. The trembled, lips swollen, skin glowing, chest heaving. She had never thought of such things before. Never growing up, never in college–and yet now she could think of nothing else.
Eden’s hands slid over Lily's thighs as her mouth descended towards her heat. Lillian gasped when Eden's tongue finally touched her clit. Her back arched, fingers clutching the silk sheets. Her body trembled with each expert flick, with each whisper of breath. Eden took her time, learning Lily’s body, watching her squirm, listening for every squeal moan and pant. Her body absorbed the blonde woman’s desire, adding it to her own, multiplying her power with lust. She lapped up the restraints on Lily’s soul as she tasted her and added it to her essence.
And all the while, Eden felt the magic shimmering in the air behind her. Watching. Recording. Craving.
She didn’t turn toward the mirror again. She didn’t have to. “Watch me make her mine.” her inner-aura purred as Eden ran her tongue over Lily’s clit in a teasing arc. Her power flared brighter, the glamour evolving both Lily’s beauty and her own.
When she sensed Lily was near the edge, she looked up, eyes dark with dominant force.
“You’re mine now, sweet thing. Say it.”
"I’m yours," Lillian whimpered. "I’m yours."
She came with Eden’s name on her lips, her back arched like a bow ready to unleash an arrow. Eden’s aura pulsed outward, sinking into Lilly’s skin. Her breasts swelled fuller. Her cheeks flushed pink. Her lips grew plusher, her voice softer. Her body became curvier, a baby-doll echo of Eden's perfection. Lillian truly became Lily; her body familiar, yet so much… more. Her transformation had sealed her new fate, Eden had claimed another doll.
Lola and Lacey entered, naked and glistening from the steam of the shower. They guided Lily up from the bed, leading her gently back into the bathroom and into the glass shower stall. Water poured down as hands lathered and roamed Lily’s revitalized skin. Eden joined them, kissing Lily’s shoulder, stroking her thigh as the new doll’s mind accepted her new role. The scented soaps and oils sunk into Lily’s skin, giving her a new, permanent scent that would strengthen her awakened allure.
Afterward, the girls sat Lily in front of Eden's vanity and Lola worked to complete Lily’s glow up. Her once-conservative blonde hair now shimmered with platinum brilliance, styled into a voluminous, high ponytail that cascaded in soft, luxurious waves down her back. The strands caught the sunlight, perfectly coiffed yet effortlessly bouncy. A few artfully arranged curls framed her cheeks, softening her features while adding a flirtatious, doll-like allure. The transformation was undeniable—her old-school polish now elevated to modern bombshell glamour.
Lola elevated Lily’s face with a soft but devastatingly effective makeup look. Wide, glowy eyes framed by long, feathered lashes gave her an innocent yet sultry stare, while her lids gleamed with shimmering champagne tones. Her cheeks glowed with a creamy flush, slightly glazed with youthful vibrance. Plump, dewy, rose-pink lips invited attention with Lily’s glossy pout. She had become the very image of soft girl seduction, a living filter any girl online would die, curated to spark desire within anyone who was fortunate enough to see her
Lacey outfitted her short mint-green sundress with thin straps and accented her with gold earrings and bangles around her slender wrists. Tall stilettos gave her a graceful effect and drew attention to her coltish, shapely legs.
Lily was perfection and Eden could see the seeds of pride rooting themselves within the new doll’s self image.
Behind her, the mirror shimmered faintly, magic still clinging to its edges. Eden could feel the watcher trembling from the other side. She winked at the glass, then blew a kiss as she presented the evolved Lily to her invisible audience.
Eden kissed Lily's temple, making a show of intimately touching her. "You're going to ruin your husband. You’re a fantasy given breath." She gazed at the mirror again. “Anyone would want to be you.”
Lillian smiled like a girl discovering makeup for the first time. Eden took her hand.
"Come, darling. It’s time for brunch."
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