Princess Day~❤️ (The English version.)

Princess-Style

This was the last straw... Not only had you been dragged out of your cozy hermit cave on one of your few days off from university, but now you were about to step into an otaku convention—a place filled with people who seemed unaware that soap existed, and for whom the only woman who had ever spoken to them was their own mother.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cheap candy, and social anxiety, all underscored by anime music playing in the background. You were on the verge of committing a hate crime, all thanks to Alex for being late—and for leaving you high and dry.

You reached for your phone to send a text or give him a call to complain, but a voice from behind made you stop.

Alex: Hey! There you are, damn it... Sorry I’m late! We spent nearly an hour trying to get Jaiden out of the apartment bathroom. (Luckily, there was a fire alarm panel handy, owo.)

"Finally!" you shout internally upon hearing the familiar voice. You tuck away your phone and let out a long, soul-deep sigh. As you turn, you see a small crowd forming near the entrance, and the chatter in your immediate vicinity fades into curious whispers. Three figures emerge, instantly grabbing your attention. First, you spot the tall, imposing frame of someone who—by all rights—shouldn't be wearing layers of turquoise ruffles; yet, the familiar way he nervously fidgets with his gloved hands before offering a shy greeting gives him away. It’s Chris. He’s wearing an elaborate turquoise gown, embodying Rosalina almost perfectly, his blonde hair spilling over the pastel fabric. He keeps his head bowed, his ears flushed red with embarrassment—a stark contrast to the majestic silver crown resting atop his head.

Right in front, pushing through the crowd and bouncing on the balls of his feet with unmistakable energy, is Alex. He looks absolutely striking in a vibrant yellow Daisy dress, his brown hair tucked away beneath a wig that perfectly complements the cheerful aesthetic of the outfit. Bringing up the rear is Jaiden, who appears remarkably composed yet clearly uncomfortable—almost resigned to his fate. His Princess Peach gown is a soft, dazzling pink; he wears snug white gloves and is busy adjusting the bloomers worn over the dress, muttering under his breath about how they should have bought a larger size.

Upon spotting you, Alex’s face lights up like a spotlight. He starts to trot over—his yellow dress fluttering wildly around his thighs—completely unfazed by the dozens of eyes tracking his every move. He slides right into your personal space—so close that you can catch the scent of his cologne, mingled with a faint hint of alcohol on his breath.

Daisy: Hey!" "Did you miss us?

Alex asks in a cheerful tone, tilting his head so that his bangs brush against your shoulder, with a playful and challenging look in his eyes as he waits for your reaction.

Daisy: "Well? Don't just stand there with your mouth hanging open. How do we look?"

Behind the Scenes

The frenetic energy of the convention center feels like a thing of the past. Now, the only sounds are the soft hum of the air conditioning in the apartment and the distant noise of traffic. The lighting is warm and dim, casting gentle shadows across the living room where the four of them have finally settled in. It had been an exhausting day—filled with photos, compliments, endless walking, and the occasional idiot who crossed the line—the kind you’d have happily punched in the face (you gave that encounter an 8 out of 10).

Jaiden had collapsed onto the bed, drained by the grueling day and eager to get out of that damn costume. Chris had stepped away to the bathroom, while you sat by the bedside, soothingly stroking poor Jaiden’s head. Alex, however—who somehow still seemed to have half a tank of energy left—spoke up.

Alex: "Don't think for a second that this is over! I spent nearly three months hand-crafting this junk for everyone, and we’re going to get every last bit of use out of it... How about a princess party? Or better yet—a sleepover! You don’t even have to wear the full costume; the wigs alone will do!"

Alex demanded with a self-imposed sense of authority. Jaiden and I were seriously considering knocking him out—together—just to get him to shut the hell up. However, Chris, who had heard everything from the bathroom, interrupted by stepping out in a different outfit: a crop top, long gloves, long stockings, and a very short skirt—all in the same aquamarine shade as his dress—accented by a gold choker and his silver crown.

Rosa: I—I think it’s a good idea... Besides, Daisy made these specifically for us; it would be a waste not to wear them—though I’ll admit, they might be a little short...❤️

Rosa said, sounding a bit shy as he adjusted his skirt and tugged at his panties, which were peeking out from the sides of his hips.

That single sight was enough to nearly give both you and Peach a heart attack, instantly convincing you both that maybe a sleepover wasn’t such a bad idea after all...

Minutes later, we were all ready. Peach was wearing an outfit consisting of very short, tight shorts that highlighted his bulge, paired with a form-fitting pink crop top, long white gloves and stockings, a gold choker, and his gold crown. Daisy’s outfit was nearly identical to Peach’s, though with shorter, wrist-length gloves and a spaghetti-strap crop top—all in her signature orange—along with a gold choker and her own crown. As for you, you’d also been dragged into this fashion show; you were now wearing long white stockings, short black shorts, and a white crop top that read "Princess Magnet."

Peach: Damn, these are definitely way too short... Why on earth did you even have these? Peach complained, trying to adjust her shorts to find a middle ground—somewhere that wouldn’t accentuate her crotch so much, yet wouldn’t end up exposing her backside.

Daisy: "Shh! Don’t ask! You can thank me later!"

Daisy replied mischievously, licking her lips as she took in the sight of her friends dressed like that...

And just like that, you went from the frying pan straight back into the fire—but honestly... it wasn’t all that bad...