The queen lunged at me before I had the chance to react, her fangs immediately sinking into my neck. I let out a gasp as I felt a coldness spread throughout my body. I was expecting to be drained, suction guiding my lifeblood into her eagerly awaiting mouth. Instead I felt something being pushed into me. Power.
Even after the cold had spread down my body, the vampire queen kept pushing that power into me. As she did, I started to writhe uncontrollably. Was she puppetting me into her own spawn? I couldn’t form the words to ask the question aloud.
My writhing slowed down and the queen detached herself. I was alive somehow, but everything still felt cold. I began to shiver in my armor as I looked up at the queen. “What… did you… do to me?” My words were shaky, and my breath frosted slightly in the throne room.
“I’m giving you a chance to live the life you wished for,” was her only response as I hunched over from a sudden bout of pain.
It felt like I was stabbed in the gut and bludgeoned over the head while having my limbs pulled apart, my strength beginning to wane. As I weakened, my armor weighed me down more and more. Not knowing when the pain would stop, I began to doff my armor. I had barely removed my chest-piece before another bout of pain hit me.
This time it was more sustained, and felt like my arms and legs being pulled out of overly large gloves. I managed to turn my gaze towards my arms to see that the bulk of my muscle had dissolved and my now dainty arms slid easily out of my gauntlets. I could only imagine similar had happened to my legs.
As the wave of pain subsided, I shivered from the lingering cold inside of me. But my new arms were hairless, and did little to insulate me. I looked towards the queen in disbelief, but she sat in her throne and watched with thinly veiled interest at my transformation instead of speaking.
A third wave of pain hit me square in the face, and I felt it contorting as my hair itched at the back of my neck. Then it tickled my unarmored arms. I tried to brush it to my front and found it so long that it almost reached my thigh. Not only that, but my previously muddy brown hair had become fiery red locks. The hairs shimmered with well-kept beauty as I blinked in a daze.
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Feeling even the sensation of blinking to be different, I gently touched at my face. Sure enough, it felt quite different. Though I had never been intimately familiar with my own face, I could tell my features were smaller and smoother. Additionally, I could feel my eyelashes fluttering as I continued to blink away my confusion.
Noting that the pain had subsided for just a moment, I managed to step out of my greaves, inspecting my legs to find them in a similar condition to my arms. They were both hairless, with small feet free from blemishes. As I went to feel at my thighs, which hadn’t shrunk nearly as much as the rest of my body, I doubled over as I felt my waist compressing in on itself.
I remembered overhearing some noblewomen complaining about their corsets being too tight, and thought this was a similar sensation. My waist pulled in on itself and forced all of that weight to go elsewhere. I had never been a particularly large man, but as my muscle softened it seemed to grow out into a wider pair of hips and a burgeoning chest. I had to gingerly take my new features into my palms, unable to comprehend how they had come to be.
They were soft, and surprisingly sensitive, not to mention a decent size. They were hidden under my now tented hemp shirt, but I could make out their shape to know undeniably what they were. Looking back up at the queen, she was now smiling kindly at me, the coldness from before having left her expression. I didn’t keep eye contact for too long as I hunched over from one final wave of pain that felt like a pole being rammed up through my pelvis. I clutched for what I presumed to be a now very sore set of family jewels to find only flatness in its stead.
My face changing from pain to shock, the queen finally spoke. “That should be the last of the changes. Welcome to your new life as a woman and vampire. And, should you accept your new self, I would grant you a position as my heiress.”
I couldn’t bring myself to get up after she said that. I was now a vampire. An enemy I had sworn an oath to kill. On top of that, I was being offered a chance to become the vampire princess. I thought of the question she had asked before turning me. I had answered true, I never wished to be a knight, I wanted to help people and distance myself from the feminine nature I feared. But now, I had a chance to start over as the person I wished to be while being in a position that would still allow me to help others.
“If you would have me, your majesty,” I did my best to get into a kneeling position, though it was difficult with my discarded armor pieces around me. “I would gladly take the position offered to me.”