Leia's Royal Performance: Chapter 1 - Transformation

Some of the women seemed entirely disinterested, focussing on preparing themselves for their individual performances for the night. A few looked at her too closely, enough to make Leia feel deeply uncomfortable. A blue skinned Togruta, clad in a gold coloured ensemble with a matching headdress, dropped what she was doing and approached the new entrants. She gave Leia a look of disapproval, then gazed at Kev'as with a questioning expression.

"Bossban? Are you sure about this? Doesn't she seem a little too... well put together to want to be here? How do we know this isn't yet another human infiltration?" the Togruta inquired.

Kev'as took a deep puff of his cigar, then wrapped his arm around the attractive Togruta, looking at her with lecherous intent. "Shiaan, don't you worry your pretty montrals one little bit. Regalia here is definitely not on the side of the Imperial regime. No self respecting Imp would willingly have a stomach full of Twi'lek seed, would she?"

Leia felt deep shame as she watched Shiaan's eyes glide down to her stomach, a gleeful smile appeared on the Togruta's face. "No, I suppose she wouldn't. Either that, or she has a masochist streak. Either way, it's not my concern, I have credits to make and only a short slot to do it in."

"That's the spirit," Kev'as replied, smacking Shiaan's rear as she sauntered back to her mirror. "See, once they know you aren't here to shut us down they warm up to you in an instant. Well, about as warm as they can get. Come, I'll bring you to your space."

Leia followed him past the rows of women and illuminated mirrors, eventually reaching an empty spot close to the centre, between Shiaan and a Mirialan with an intricate set of tattoos running along the bridge of her nose down to her chin, with a peculiar one just below her navel. To her surprise, the Mirilian offered her a friendly smile.

"Regalia," Kev'as pointed to a vast wardrobe behind, full of various revealing outfits, organised by their sizes, "pick anything from there to wear when you get announced, make sure its sexy. You'll be close to the end of the show, nothing the punters want more than a bit of a build up for the main event. Just make sure you actually have something to show off."

Leia agreed to his terms, breathing shakily as he departed. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her hood had fallen away entirely, revealing her smeared lipstick in full. It was by far the riskiest thing she had ever done, yet it would be nothing compared to what she would be doing the moment she decided to take to the stage. It took a fair amount of effort to not let images of her parents enter her mind, imagining their deep disappointment in her, she wondered if she could ever look them in the eye, or her people. But it was for a good cause, if she didn't make the personal sacrifice the rebellion was at risk of receiving a fatal blow.

Almost sensing her internal conflict, the Mirialan girl next to Leia placed her hand over hers. "I'm Ishira. It's Regalia, right?"

Leia cleared her throat, shaking the thoughts from her head as she smiled back. "Yes, that's what the Bossban calls me at least."

"I can see why, you have the look of a highborn woman," Ishira said, applying a white blush to her cheeks.

"Fallen on hard times, have we?" Shiaan asked with a snarky tone. "Did the pretty little human finally figure out that the Empire isn't all that great, now you're forced to dance for the degenerates of Coruscant like the rest of us?"

"Hush, Shiaan. You have no idea why she's here," Ishira scolded the Togruta, turning back to look at Leia with a soft smile. "Ignore her, she's always suspicious of new girls, especially if they happen to be human. Would you like me to help you pick something out to wear?"

Aware that her lack of knowledge of the industry could act as a hindrance, she accepted the Mirialan's offer. The pair wandered over to the section of the wardrobe that suited Leia's height and body type. Werris carefully inspected a variety of outfits, eyeing Leia to see which would suit her best. She selected a half dozen different outfits and looked at Leia expectantly.

"I think that one of these might just be perfect for you, are you going to try them on?" Ishira's eyes glanced at the princess' civilian disguise.

"You mean here?" Leia gasped, suddenly aware of the lack of any changing facilities. "I can't strip down here."

"Of course you can," Ishira laughed, "part of our job is to literally be prepared to strip for others. Don't worry, there's nothing here that the girls haven't seen a thousand times before. The only people who will be judging you are the drunken hordes in the main audience area. Trust me."

Leia did. There was something about the young Mirialan that made her seem trustworthy, a certain wisdom in her young eyes. With a short, hesitant attempt, Leia unzipped the civilian clothing, leaving her just in her simple bra and panties, which both soon followed the rest of the clothes after Ishira urged Leia on. The princess spent almost a half hour trying on different outfits, squeezing her lithe body into some of the most tight fitting, provocative clothes she had ever come across.

With every new outfit that adorned her body, the more she resembled the holo-porn actresses she had seen advertised around Coruscant, despite the strict enforcement of Imperial indecency regulations. Growing up, she had always found herself wanting to distance herself from the more feminine nature synonymous with female Adleraanian royalty, deliberately wearing clothes typically seen as more masculine, much to the chagrin of Too-Vee. But seeing herself truly put on display, wearing such risque outfits, she couldn't help by why she had spent so much time covering herself up.

After much trial and effort, Ishira stopped with an outfit she felt was astoundingly perfect. A pink sling bikini made from synthex ran from the top of Leia's shoulders, over her small nipples, and joined just below her navel where it just barely covered her mound. Her slender arms and athletic legs were covered by matching, hot pink stynthex gloves, which left her fingers exposed, and self-suspended stockings, both of which clung to her like a second skin. Leia stood in a pair of pink platform heels, giving her a deceptively tall appearance. Her flowing brunette hair had been brushed out, to give it more volume, though the princess was sure it was to give her what she had come to understand was 'sex hair'. The look was finished off by a heavy amount of make-up, at Leia's request to disguise herself further, highlighting her already regal facial features.

Leia stared into a hovering full length mirror in total astonishment. She easily could have believed she was looking at an entirely different person, a woman who wasn't a pure princess, but a sumptuous harlot. Her breasts and rear were more pronounced than ever, her lips had a sultry quality to them, her eyes had an inviting look to them. For a moment, the future queen of Alderaan faded away, replaced by another addition to the Coruscant sex trade. Leia could feel herself becoming wet at the sight.

"So? Any opinions?" Ishira asked, looking at Leia's reflection over her shoulder, clasping her hands together as she eagerly waited for Leia's response.

"I look... indescribable," Leia breathed, shifting as she became more familiar with her new footwear, having spent her royal life only wearing formal court heels. "I knew I would look a little different, but it's like I am staring at someone else entirely."

"In other words you've finally put this incredible body of yours in something more flattering?" Ishira inquired, using her fingers to push the straps of Leia's outfit into their proper place. "Believe me, even the most nervous of girls undergo a metamorphosis when they feel the eyes of hundreds of being on her, each wishing they could kriff her right on that very stage."

Leia ran her hands across her smooth skin, not able to help the smile that her pink painted lips shaped into as she examined herself. For the first time in her life, she was truly able to explore a part of herself that didn't come with the vast expectations of her station, she didn't feel the need to keep up a formal image, constrained by the values of others. Giddiness filled her, she posed on the spot, kicking her leg back, balancing on one heel as she slowly rotated, seeing just how long she could keep her balance in the footwear considered so deliciously taboo on the feet of an Alderaanian princess.

"You're a natural," Ishira applauded her happily, "some girls get an ankle injury before they've even stepped foot out onto the stage. Maybe you've found your true calling."

Leia smiled back appreciatively, then cast her eyes downwards to the tattoo that appeared just above the Mirialan's panties, a small symbol with Huttese text encircling it. Unlike the other tattoos, each of which were a cultural marking of the species, that one appeared entirely different, almost foreign on Ishira's beautiful green skin. "Ishira? I hope you do not find this question intrusive, but what is that tattoo?"

Ishira didn't even need to know where Leia's brown eyes were focussed to know what the human was talking about. "It was the clan symbol of my former master, Gishka the Hutt."

"I'm so sorry," Leia replied sadly, "I didn't mean to intrude on any bad memories."

"Don't fret," Ishira said, taking a hold of Leia's hands, "it's been a few months since I escaped. But there's never a day that passes where I don't wonder whether I made the right choice."

Leia's small nose wrinkled in confusion. The Hutts ranked amongst the most reviled species in the known galaxy, not just because of their physical appearance, but because of their unrepentant involvement in the galactic slave trade, going as far as directly petitioning the Galactic Senate to allow for the expansion of it. There had been stories of female rebel captives being sold off to certain Hutts, forced to join their harems or work in the brothels across Hutt space. "You mean, you would actually consider such a thing?"

"Not enough to actually do it, I finally have the chance to achieve my dreams," Ishira shrugged, "but Hutt harem girls usually live a lavish lifestyle, so long as they never disobey or rebuff their masters. We are treated like trophies, to be shown off and displayed to both business rivals and other members of the Hutt clan, always dressed in expensive, revealing costumes. What do you know about a Hutt's anatomy? In a sexual sense to be more specific."

Leia felt her cheeks heat up. "I can't say I've ever looked into the subject."

"Put it this way, as repugnant as the Hutts may be, they certainly know their way around a woman's body," Ishira winked, listening as yet Shiaan's name was called to the main stage by the DJ.

Shiaan kissed her painted lips at her reflection, then spun on her heel, sauntering over to the stairs that led up to the stage entrance. She gave Leia a final glare, though her eyes certainly seemed pleased by the sight of the Alderaanian in the hot pink ensemble.

Leia and Ishira waited in the changing room, with the latter assessing the formers routine. Werris gazed at her new friend with a sudden respect. "I can't believe you're really going to perform that routine. Even I think it's too provocative, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited to see you in action. If you pull it off I guarantee that Kev'as would make you the head of his line-up."

"If I'm going to make a good first impression, I think I should at least make it a memorable one," Leia grinned conspiratorially, feeling her body quivering with genuine excitement.

Werris heard her name being called. She turned the Leia and offered a last moment of comfort, before heading to take her place. There was no going back for Leia, no buffers to give her time to change her mind. Even if she did have a sliver of doubt in her, she couldn't deny just how good she looked in the mirror, how quickly she acclimatised to the environment of the club, as though a part of her had broken free and had no intention of going back. She paced the length of the changing room, more frustrated than a nerf in heat as she went over the steps of the routine in her head. As if no time had passed at all, Leia listened to the amplified voice of the DJ.

"Now! You've all waited patiently, it's time for us to deliver. Welcome to the stage one of our newest additions, the human that will make you weak at the knees -- Regalia!"

Leia felt numb as she walked up to the stairs, listening as the pounding music grew louder the closer she got to the shimmersilk curtains. She told herself that it was necessary for her mission, but the wave of lust ridden cheers that met her appearance on the transparisteel catwalk made her very aware that it had quickly evolved into a desire.