Chapter 1: My Pervy Maid (?)

“Your majesty?” a quiet, feminine voice said.

I rubbed my eyes…they were bleary, and I felt like I’d just woken up. As my eyes came into focus I realised I was looking up at the ceiling. I looked around and realised I was laying on a bed, a very large and fancy one at that.

“Your majesty? I’m coming in.” came the same almost timid voice. The door started slowly pushing open.

“Wait, don’t come in-” I started to say, but it was too late.

A pink haired woman wearing a maids outfit pushed open the door and stood in the doorway. She stared and then her face turned red and she closed the door, muttering multiple apologies.

“Huh?” I stood up in confusion…then noticed that I seemed to have developed a rather large chest.

WHAAAAAT? was the first thing that came into my mind as I reached to see if it really was there or if I was just imagining things. No, it definitely was real. And I seemed to be almost naked from the waist up. I couldn’t help but blush before I ran to a mirror in the corner of the room.

Staring back was a woman who could only be described as beautiful: brown, shoulder length hair, a well proportioned body and a face that could give any model a run for their money. Was this woman…me? I moved a hand up and sure enough, so did the woman in the mirror.

Then I remembered. The car. The reincarnation. And that god, Wulf. He had mentioned something about “becoming the Princess this Kingdom needed.” Did that mean…I was now…a woman? And not just a woman, I was now a princess?

“Uhm…your majesty? A-are you…clothed?” The pink haired maid’s voice brought me back to reality. She must’ve been waiting outside of the door this whole time.

“One minute!” I called. Before I hadn’t realised, but my voice was much higher than it had previously been in my life as a man. And much smoother too…not all gravelly and drawling but instead it pleasantly rolled off my tongue. I looked around the room until I found a wardrobe and threw it open, quickly grabbing a long white blouse from inside and throwing it on.

“Ok, you can…uh…come in…” as I spoke, I felt my confidence drop. I was speaking to another person. And a GIRL at that…a very cute girl.

The door slowly opened again, and the maid’s face appeared slowly, her hands covering her eyes. She peaked through the cracks in her fingers and, seeing I was dressed, came fully into the room.

“S-sorry, your majesty…I should’ve checked. It’s all my fault…” she said, staring down at the floor in shame.

“No…it’s…fine. Really…I mean…we’re both girls aren’t we?” I said, as if to confirm it to myself as much as the maid.

The pink haired girl breathed a sigh of relief, managing to lift her eyes from the floor to my face. This one seems as nervous as me, I thought to myself, and if she thinks I’m another girl, there’s no need to be anxious, right?

The situation was under control for now. But as I ran through what to do next, I realised things could get awkward…aside from the fact I was presumably a princess, I had no clue about this world, not even the basics. Did it have monsters? Was my kingdom at war? Was there a prince I was marri-

Ok let’s ignore that thought. I don’t even know who I am, or who this girl is. Well, she’s a maid…but is she my maid? And what’s her name? I wondered. Best to get the basics out of the way.

“Say, are you new here? I don’t recognise you.” I said, putting on the most confident voice I could manage.

“Oh.” the maid gasped, “It’s…it’s me, your highness, Ryenia. Your maid?” she seemed hurt that I hadn’t known her name.

“Of course, Ryenia. I was only…playing around. Hah.” I said. That’s her name down, now just to find out who I am supposed to be…

“I’m glad, Princess Alethia. I thought for a second that I had been so useless to you as to be easily forgettable…”

Bingo!

So I was now Princess Alethia, then. Whoever the hell she was.

“If I may be so presumptuous…would it please your highness if I dressed you?”

Holy shit. I had to stop myself from spluttering. A girl in a maid outfit wants to dress me? Maybe being reincarnated as a princess is better than some knight carrying around heavy armour and fighting all day.

I nodded and Ryenia went to the wardrobe and began asking me which dress I would like to wear today. Having never worn a dress before, I eventually just settled on a pure white one, which looked like something a princess would choose. After I decided, Ryenia helped to dress me, standing right behind me as she laced up the back of the dress. I was trying hard not to blush and I felt her hand scrape my chest and waist a couple of times too many. Is this girl trying to cop a feel? I wondered. Now wasn't the time, but I felt like I should find a bit more out about this girl.

When I was finally ready Ryenia helped me to my feet.

Hmmm, I wonder how I look, I thought to myself. I went over to the mirror and did a little twirl. Then, being the NEET loser I was…decided to check out my own cleavage. Technically it’s alright cus it’s my body, right? I thought to myself. Satisfied, I turned around and looked at my rear too. Well, whoever this Princess Alethia is, she was really blessed genetically.

I turned back round to Ryenia, smiling.

She smiled back at me and blushed, “Your majesty is looking very beautiful today. So…are you ready? To go to the war room?”

“War room? What?”

Ryenia looked at me as if I’d just asked the dumbest question ever. “Yes, your majesty. We’re at war, remember?”