Things had been going downhill for Gary ever since he’d found a strange silver mirror at a garage sale after somebody's grandmother had died. It looked old and dusty, but it was worth a couple bucks and probably had a decent resale value, so he took it home and was polishing it off when he noticed that his reflection looked a little off. Instead of see a brunette 20-something man like normal, instead there was a gorgeous, scantily-clad young lady with purple hair in some sort of ornate castle bedroom. Reaching out in surprise, he watched as she echoed his movement until he felt their hands touch, and seconds later he was suddenly in her room and inside her body, staring at his old self. Looking down at his new form his cute eyes widened as they traced his foreign curves, especially his ample chest. “I’m sorry!” his old reflection said, looking sympathetic as they began to leave. “I can’t take the pressure anymore and I can’t be a concubine! I’m sorry!”

After realizing that he (now she) was stuck in the sexy body of the young virgin Gwendolyn, she soon discovered that today was her 18th birthday and therefore the day of her Carnal Appraisal, where a magical examiner called ‘The Proctor’ of the new high-fantasy society she lived in would analyze the body of all attractive young nobles and and determine whether they would be taken away as one of The Masters’ sexual concubines. She tried to run away, but it was impossible to avoid the all-seeing eyes of the robotic Inspectors who dragged her kicking and screaming to her Appraisal.

“A fine specimen.” Droned The Proctor, summoning a half-dozen spectral hands to pinch and poke at the new subject, opening her mouth to inspect her pearly whites. “Excellent oral work, expected to be an expert sucker.” Gwendolyn sputtered, trying to protest as she struggled in the tight grip of her captive.  As fingers continued to tickle at her tonsils another pair of hands began to snake their way down her shoulders and towards her chest, grabbing handfuls of her round D-cups and kneading them coldly as they tested every inch of her breasts. “Perky, soft...” tearing open the front of her dress and exposing her boobs they began to tweak her nipples, forcing a moan out of Gwen’s throat as he continued to make notes on a clipboard floating before her. “...and bright pink, inverted nipples. Mark down ‘impressive bust’, the Masters will be pleased.”

Fingers slithered their way down past her stomach and between her thighs, dispassionately spreading her labia and taking a sample of what was inside as the girl winced in discomfort. Finally finishing his inspection after several minutes, Gwendolyn was let out of her captor’s grasp and finally able to speak again. “What does this mean? Are you letting me go?” she asked in desperation.

The Proctor laughed hollowly. “My dear, you are one of the best maidens I’ve observed in my long time working for the Masters. I daresay the First Monarch himself will consider you fine breeding material.” Realizing that she was fated to be some grand king’s plaything for the rest of her life Gwen started to cry. “Don’t be upset, girl. The king will not be pleased if you appear upset to meet him. You should consider it an honor to be considered for the Court - after all, with your excellent genetics your body may one day carry the future leaders of this Kingdom. Now, my good girl, let me escort you to the palace...”