AOTC:Zam shifts into Dormé
From The Star Wars Erotica Saga
Senator Amidala's apartment
You trigger the internal muscles governing your shape-shifting ability, lapsing into a meditative state to overcome the pain of the process. You have become used to it, however, and you tend to enjoy feeling out your new body. You shiver in delight as you feel your breasts swelling, your hips widening, and three tiny moles prickling up from your paling skin.
The transformation complete, you unsling your kitbag and retrieve a small, embroidered towel. You could easily have obtained a handmaiden's cloak and vestments, as you have managed to secure the affectations of your other targets, but you have already decided upon a more direct approach in the advent of utilizing the guise of Dormé. You strip out of your bodysuit and stow it in your kitbag, taking the time to admire your borrowed form.
Dormé is slim, but well-rounded, with an hourglass figure and full, curvy hips flowing into long and shapely legs. Your flesh is pale, but not pallid; you have a rosy burn to your high cheekbones. You wiggle your bare toes into the carpet and suppress a girlish giggle. Sometimes vagaries of personality come hand-in-hand with particular bodies, and this distinctly feminine form makes you feel unusually sensual. You poke a finger into the circular dimple of your belly-button, and admire the neat patch of chestnut-brown curls leading down to your womanhood. In private, you often take the opportunity to become more intimately acquainted with your temporary bodies, but such explorations will have to wait for a short while.
You wrap the towel around Dormé's body, pushing her breasts up to form a deliciously inviting cleavage, leaving your legs exposed to your upper thighs, and keeping very little to the imagination. Perfect. You stuff the kitbag behind a tawdry-looking statue, and shake out your long, brown hair.
You dash out into the corridor, catching the guards' attention immediately. "Oh!" you gasp, slipping into the role of simpering girl easily; it's one you've had to play before. "Is the Senator all right?"
The guards hurry over to you, trying to stay professional, but you can see their eyes roving over your semi-clad body with undisguised longing. Naboo guards away from home seem to be a particularly lonely bunch. "The Senator is fine, ma'am," the taller of the two guards says. You identify him as Hexler Pend, a survivor of the Trade Federation invasion of Naboo ten years ago.
"What's gotten you so worried?" the other asks; First Lieutenant Chamberlyn, another veteran. Still, both are young enough to have been new recruits during that battle.
You maintain your timid expression. "The Senator -- I heard there was an intruder, so I ran right out of the refresher, I didn't even have time to get wet!"
The two men laugh jovially, sharing a lustful glimmer behind their eyes. "Well, I can assure you no one has got past us. And the Senator has two Jedi guarding her," Chamberlyn says, though you don't miss the slightly bitter edge to his voice at the mention of the Jedi.
"But--" you begin, only for Hexler to place a hand on your bare shoulder, gripping just a little too tightly to be called friendly.
"Don't you worry. Let's check the security cameras, shall we? Who knows, we might find your little intruder!" They laugh, and lead you towards the security command centre.
| The Star Wars Erotica Saga |
|---|
| Character: |
| [[{{{prefix}}}: {{{character}}}|{{{character}}}]] |
| Setting: |
|---|
| [[{{{era}}}]] {{{setting}}} |
