AOTC:Zam shifts into Padmé

From The Star Wars Erotica Saga

Senator Amidala's apartment building

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 feel your frame condensing, becoming slim and svelte, the fibers of your hair tickling as they lengthen down your curving back. Your lips burst forth in ripe fullness, and a beauty spot prickles out of your right cheek.

You have already secreted your modified transliterator within your throat; a device you have come to rely on for its voice-altering capabilities, after being unable to accurately mimic two targets' voices during a job on Kuat. Finding voice samples of the Senator to feed into the device was easy enough, considering her vocal support of the Loyalist Committee has made her something of a holostar as of late, and you're sure the device has captured her awfully regal accent perfectly.

The transformation complete, you unsling your kitbag and retrieve an elegant gown you had specially tailored at the luxury House of Vanar -- and which you paid for in fake dataries, naturally. The gown is of the style favoured by Senator Amidala in her public appearances, all elaborate headdresses, over-produced layers and folds and an overall sense of the utterly gaudy. Still, Amidala has managed to attract a surprising ammount of male attention in her career, so you assume her stylist must have got something right. You step into the tacky gown, taking brief pleasure in the feel of the high-quality material sliding over your naked limbs, and you centre yourself in a particularly snooty mindset.

You step out from around the corner, and smile invisibly as the guards jump spastically to attention. "My Lady, we, uh, thought you were in your rooms..." the guard you had previously identified as a First Lieutenant Chamberlyn says.

"Obviously I am not," you sniff in a fair approximation of the Senator's voice, and waft straight past them, tapping the button for the turbolift doors, which slide smoothly open. "I do not wish to be disturbed by any further incompetence this evening," you add, and close the doors in their faces. As you press the button for the uppermost floor, you hear their voices drifting out from the hallway:

"Who the hell does she think she is? Just 'cause she got to muck around pretending to be Queen when she was hardly out of daipers..."

"Still looking good, though. Wouldn't mind giving her my royal perogative, if you know what I mean..."

At least you know your newly-inhabited body will be good for something. The turbolift chimes, announcing your arrival at the penthouse of Senator Amidala. How are you going to proceed?

• Distract the Jedi Padawan.
• Distract the Jedi Master.
• Find "your" handmaidens.
• Kark it, go straight for the Senator.

The Star Wars Erotica Saga
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