Life as a Royal’s Breeding Partner

Chapter 142 – Getting Ready for a Party

*** Alzi ***n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Aurora's movements wake me up. Her ass teases my penis while her head shuffles my tits.

She isn't really aiming to tease me but to escape my grasp and let the morning light into my room. I give the woman a squeeze and release her. Annoris and Shyla start to stir behind me as well.

"We can just do a robe for your quick morning lesson," Shyla yawns. "We only have an hour before we need to start getting ready for the party."

"I don't need a robe for my morning lessons," I say. Mornings are always mana stuff—nothing I need clothing for, not that I really need clothing for anything but to appease my owners.

"No, you need to keep your mana for the party. Never know what is going to happen there," Aurora calls out as she opens all the blinds. "We will just do some practice for your letters, then get you dressed. You do not need to go over the etiquette, right?"

"No, I'll be a good slave," I say.

"I do not want you to be a good slave. I wish for you to be a proper noble, my Lady," Aurora says, her uniform back on already. All my maids are dressed, Shyla holding out a plain robe for me to put on once I roll out of bed.

"Same thing," I say, giving in to my fate and rolling out of bed. Shyla uses a bit of magic to take off the thin black strip but leaves my stockings and underwear—the most clothing I've worn to bed since I was living with Mommy. She helps the robe onto me and pulls out the chair by my desk. Aurora stands nearby to start the lesson.

Annoris just sneaks out with the child I should never have given the bitch.

"I'll be back when it is time to get dressed," Shyla says with a small bow. Then follows the dryad out of the room.

"You know the sounds now, Alzi," Aurora says. "Now let us start building basic parts the letters form before we start learning how to spell some real words."

...

The lesson went as usual. Aurora did her best to hide her annoyance as I struggled to learn the stupid squiggly lines. If I'm going to have a maid, why can't they read and write everything for me?

"We need to get ready for the Party, my Lord," Shyla says, coming back through the door.

"Then why are you here?" I ask. "There is no man here."

"You, my Lord. You have both parts. I'm sure your Mother told you that both can refer to you," Aurora says, putting away the paper I was working on.

"Yes, but I'm always referred to as a Lady except for the few that mention me fathering children."

"Yes, and we continued that. But, today, you are going to be a man," Aurora says. "That was the only way to get you into the party. I'm sure you will have more time after this when you have to play the male part. Most women will expect that for the tea parties, and some parties love to talk about the men they will have, and Elora will be happy to get your name on that list."

"I've always shown as a woman," I say back.

"With your tits, you still will. Just a silly title and clothing change. Outside of the dinner," Shyla says, coming out of my closet with a suit.

The men did look nice in the suits, but they rarely came in them. Too many layers to take off. Jacket, vest, tie, shirt, undershirt, pants, underwear, and just too much when everyone is horny.

The one Shyla is holding is just the normal black.

"Will it be tight?" I ask her, hoping to find a way out of it.

"Tight? I can make adjustments if needed," Shyla says. "I should tell you. I have a tailoring affinity. I'm not the best at sewing, but I can do it faster and better than the average person. I am great at getting clothing to fit as you want it to. So we can get this on you and then adjust what is needed."

"How easy is it to take off?" I ask.

"You will have girls looking to get pregnant there. The normal game is women want to get pregnant, and the wives of the men don't want them to get women pregnant. So not that easy," Shyla says. "I won't say you can't get women pregnant at the party. But try to be reasonable about it. The Princess may have more to say on that subject."

"Stupid."

"Ready to get dressed?" Aurora says.

"Annoris?"

"She just got pregnant. Let her have the day to rest," Aurora says, pulling me out of the chair. "My daughter and I are more than capable of getting you into the suit. First, let me strip you down."

"Shouldn't I have a bath?"

"The Princess really wants you to know your letters; otherwise, we would have started with a bath. Magic will have to do, my Lady," Aurora says, the robe disappearing off my back. Shyla strips the rest shortly after.

New underwear goes on next. Followed by a tight wrap.

"I don't like the wrap," I say. "It hurts."

"Did you really grow last night?" Shyla groans as she frees my breasts. A tape measure pops out next, going right over my nipples. "Yes, yes you did, my Lord. Did your level increase?"

"Yes."

"Twenty"

"Twenty-two," I say.

"Congratulations, my Lord. Just a few more weeks, and you may be getting a new class," Aurora says, giving my cheek a small peck. "We have a healer coming in tomorrow to start teaching you how to heal others. We have a maid, Sextia, who needs her arm regrown. It should be the perfect thing to get you a healing class."

"Yay, another class my Owner chooses," I mumble out. Shyla walks into the closet to get something or avoid the next discussion.

"No, it's a class you get to pick out," Aurora says. "The Princess is committed to letting you pick, and as I said on the first night, if you wish to aim for a different class, we can help you get that. It may not happen this time around, but your next one will have plenty of time to work towards the right options."

"I want to be a healer."

"And we will be here to help you," Aurora says, giving me a motherly hug. "The most we will say in your next class will be to explain anything that you do not understand. The amount of input will be your choice."

"I'll believe it when it happens."

"I understand, my Lord," Aurora says. "I understand. This family wants you to be happy."

Shyla saves me from responding, walking out with a silk bra for me to wear instead.

"You really should be wrapped for the suit," Shyla says, fitting the tight bra around my chest. "But, we'll live with it. Just don't show anyone at the party the bra, please. The jokes will be strange. A man wearing a bra. Even though most of the women there would kill and have killed trying to get a chest like yours."

"I have no problem showing off my bra or naked body at a party," I say. "I've had a number of parties where I started out naked."

"Those were very different kinds of parties, my Lord," Shyla says. "Now, does that feel better?"

"Yes."

"Good. Pants next. I'll likely need to adjust those for you as well."

The pants were tight, very tight. I don't think Shyla understands my penis likes to remain fully erect if anyone else is in the room with me. Whether to get out of the way for a cock to sink into me or so a woman can sit down on it.

"Ok, is that better?" Shyla asks after yet another adjustment.

"Yes."

"Good, those will be easier to take off now. So please don't just whip your dick out the first time a noble asks about it. At least make them work for the kid," she huffs out, returning to the floating clothing.

Next comes the undershirt. The same weird magic to make the back disappear for my wings happens. Still, Shyla has to loosen the chest for me. Same for the dress shirt. An annoying tie that still feels like it is choking me, even though Shyla swears it is put on correctly. Probably the damn collar fucking it up. The vest and jacket go on last. Each layer was sized out for my breasts, and the back opened up for my wings.

"Almost done, my Lord," Shyla says, walking around me. "You look sharp with the suit on. But I don't think other colors will work till we can tie up your beautiful hair. Too much light going around. It works for dresses. We can use gems to reflect the right light around. But suits just don't have that kind of freedom. Time for the socks and shoes. I think you will be happy with the shoes. Just a small heel."

"Why are you being nice all of a sudden?" I snap out.

"I was wrong, my Lord," Shyla says. Her Mother frowning in the corner. "I was taking my anger of serving a slave out on you. Mother pointed out my stupidity and gave me a harsh lesson. I know I haven't interacted with you much since that night. But you have been kind to me. Last night you could've filled me or Annoris with kids. Yet you gave her just one. My Mother will get a break when her pregnancy gets too big for her to work. But we won't. Not till after Aurora has given birth and the kids have been weened off her milk. We have all promised to serve you as you deserve. Even if that means through a pregnancy."

"And Annoris."

"I do not know. I have no reason to punish Annoris yet," Aurora says. "I really did not have a cause to punish Shyla, but I took liberties with my daughter. If you wish to punish me, you may. But you will have to find out about Annoris or wait for her to do enough for me to have cause."

I let us stand there, two maids waiting for me to say whether I'll punish the Mother or not. I'll let that hang there and can use it later to really hurt her if I need to.

"The belt," Shyla says, moving from the conversation. "We will go with brown to match the shoes and socks."

"Ok," I mumble.

The last touches are nice. The belt is annoying, but the socks are comfortable and the shoes do lack the heel I normally wear.

"Would you like a watch?" Aurora asks. "That is normally all a man wears for jewelry."

"I guess?"

"Very well," Shyla says. "We only have one, so it will have to do. Most nobles just have a maid keep a pocket watch to keep the time. We can work with Ieolena to make some more styles for you. They won't be true watches, but they'll be more accurate."

The maid pulls out a small watch. It has a simple leather band and silver ring to hold the tiny gears in place. She puts it on my left wrist and steps back.

"You will be confusing all the nobles with this look," Aurora comments, checking over her daughter's work. "A wonderful suit and tits sticking out like that. I know your dancing skills are a bit lacking, but you just need to follow your partner for them. Isda will be in charge of keeping you out of the difficult dances."

Aurora seems happy with the clothing and I have to agree with her. My breasts draw my eyes even more than when I'm naked or in one of those silly dance customs the brothel would make me wear. But the rest of the clothing was the farthest thing from my old brothel clothing.

I can almost see a noble in the mirror.

"Are you ready to see what your wives are wearing?" Aurora asks after I take a good look at myself.

"I guess."