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 "Rags!" Empress Ellyn raged, "They're all rags!"

   "But my sovereign, these are the finest clothes in the kingdom"

   The Empress was noted for her sense of high fashion.  She had vast
closets full of clothing for all occasions.  It cost a fortune but the
Empress demanded that it only improved the morale of her citizens to see
her in the best of dress.  Every year she went through it all and every
year she `needed' something more.  The problem was, every year she wanted
something more exotic, more expensive, and there simply wasn't anything
left.  All the most fashionable tailors and seamstresses and designers had
outfitted the Empress and she refused to entertain the clothes of any of
them more than once.  "I need new clothes of state!  I need them as soon as
possible.  See to it."

   It should have been beneath these people, her cabinet and advisors, but
they had done it year after year already.  The secretary of agriculture
grumbled, "There aren't any more famous clothes makers in the kingdom or in
any of the neighboring lands.  I'm afraid you'll just have to make do with
one you've used before.  Perhaps that Rumplestilskin fellow.  You like
wearing genuine gold." A bad suggestion.  The cost of such garments was
astronomical and the country was already facing a record deficit.  Still,
it might be the only way to put her off this obsession.

   Nope.  "That wretched little troll!  No.  If there aren't any famous
talents left, then we'll just have to find one that is new.  Fresh.  Yes. I
like that.  This year I will patronize an unknown tailor.  I will make him
famous.  Put the word out.  Make it a national contest.  I want the best
prospects brought to me within two weeks."

   Fliers and posters and criers were all over in every town announcing the
news that the Empress needed the best clothes possible from any humble but
talented clothes maker.  Many people entered the competition, bringing
their wares to the Empress's representatives.  Eventually the winner was
chosen.

   "I'm so happy to finally meet your majesty," he said.  "This is my
assistant Ned.  We usually call him Needles."

   "And your name?" the Empress asked, uncertain already.

   "Well, appropriately enough, my name is actually Tailor.  Taylor
Tailor."

   "My advisors seem to think you're the greatest talent they could find.
Are you?"

   "Well, my work speaks for itself.  Let me show you some." Several of his
best dresses were presented and the Empress, despite her desire to be
aloof, was evidently impressed.  "For your majesty of course, I'll have to
create something new, something unique.  The best thing I've ever created.
I'll even use some special material that I've brought.  They're the rarest
silks known.  Needles?"

   At that, skinny, nerdy Needles produced from a bag, very carefully and
dramatically, an arm full of...  nothing.  "You see your Majesty?  Nothing
finer in the world.  Of course, it can only be seen by the finest, the
noblest of people."

   The Empress saw nothing but she wasn't about to admit that.  "Yes, yes,"
she said with as much false excitement as she could manage, "it's
wonderful!"

   Her advisors all echoed that.  Some were as taken in as the Empress,
wanting not to be seen as crude or coarse.  A few had very broad, very
genuine smiles.  They saw the trick being played but their demanding,
petulant queen was about to be, for the first time, put in her place, so
they agreed as well.  With a room full of her kingdom's best and brightest
all singing the praises of the unusual fabric, the Empress became more
excited.  She had to ask though, "Without meaning offense to my fine
subjects, can you two gentlemen see the fabric?"

   "Certainly," the tailor smiled.  "But then we make clothes for a living
so we are immune to the enchantment that would make it invisible to men of
our station.  When it is composed, you'll have the best, the rarest, the
most beautiful dress you have ever worn.  I dare say that it will be the
first time you will have been dressed as a queen.  Of course it will be
unseen by your subjects if they get too close.  From a distance of twenty
feet or more though they will see your dress.  Only right up close is it
invisible."

   "Of course," the Empress said, not wanting to appear unknowledgable
about magical fashions.

   "So if your majesty would allow us to take her measurements, we will
begin." The tailor and his assistant carefully avoiding succumbing to the
urge to touch the queen inappropriately.  That was quite a temptation
though.  She was a gorgeous thirty four year old, classically beautiful in
a way that almost seemed more sculpted than natural.  And her body!  She
had a rounded figure with spectacular, voluptuous breasts.  They were more
than good sized, you could get lost in her cleavage.  Remaining stoic, the
two thread men could hardly stand the anticipation of seeing those vast,
royal boobs bared.

   The fitting continued predictably and the two tailors put on a very
convincing show beginning to work on the imaginary dress.  It was a few
hours later that they announced that their creation was complete.  The
Empress was escorted in by the same group of advisors to the clothes rack
that had nothing on it that she could see.  The Brave Little Tailor
complimented her, "I'm so grateful to have the opportunity to work for such
extraordinarily worthy people.  My usual customers could never be able to
appreciate the beauty of this wonderful work with their unworthy eyes.  Our
Empress though is the epitome of grace and brilliance."

   She swallowed and tried not to let her apprehension show.  She knew that
everyone else could see the dress so she knew that she would not be exposed
to anyone but she would feel so exposed in this magical fabric.  How could
she possibly admit that she couldn't see it though?  The Tailor's assistant
led her behind a dressing screen and the Tailor himself brought her the
`dress'.  With a great deal of difficulty, the Empress managed to ask the
difficult question, "Perhaps, since you talented gentleman are so capable,
you would help me don the gown?"

   Her cabinet of advisors all held one of two expressions.  Some nodded at
the decision, noting their queen's noble trust of her subjects to be
gentlemanly in such a circumstance.  The others covered their small smiles
covertly as they choked back their chuckles.  How they would love to see
what those two lucky threadmen were about to see!

   Around the dressing screen, the Tailor and Needles maintained amazing
lack of expression in the face of, oh god how wonderful, dark silk
stockings, scanty black panties and matching bra containing the royal tits.
Big sexy tits.

   With rehearsed movements, the two men helped her into the clothing that
wasn't there.  As they did that, they saw her from every side and much to
their delight and surprise, the Empress's panties were revealed to be a
thong that let them see her firm, ample backside.  Once they had her
`dressed' though, the Tailor looked the Empress over with very evident
concern.

   "What's wrong?" she said.  "Isn't it acceptable?"

   "Acceptable?  Oh yes but only acceptable.  The line of it is disturbed."

   "Can you fix it?"

   "I think..." He stepped forward and seemed to be adjusting the fabric
around her shoulders, then her hips.  "I see.  This special cloth isn't
very tolerant of your, ahem, of your undergarments."

   "I can almost see them," Needles said staring now at that incredible
bombshell body.

   "And besides, the gown just doesn't fall quite right."

   The Empress wished she didn't have to say what she was about to say. 
"Should I, should I take them off?"

   "We should try that."

   With that the Tailor and Needles started to walk back around but the
Empress stopped them.  "Wait." Gulp.  "I'll need your assistance putting
the gown back on.  In fact." Gulp again.  "I think I would like you to
remove it.  To keep it from any damage."

   "Of course," the Tailor said, showing none of his excitement.  With
exceptional care he took the imaginary gown off of her royal highness and
held it up as she took a moment or two to build her courage.  The two
peasant craftsmen looked away politely as the Empress slipped out of her
underclothes.

   There was more of a tremor to her voice than anyone had ever heard
before.  "I-I'm ready for you to, to redress me."

   "Of course your majesty." Now they were free to look as long as they
didn't stare or seem to draw any real pleasure.  It was an act of composure
that belongs in the annals of heroic legend.  She was incredible.  Her body
from head to toe was an amazing form of great, graceful, full curves.  Her
big big tits had the same quality of pride as the Empress did in any other
circumstance.  They were firm and well separated in a way that was perfect
on that body.  The royal pussy was adorned with a silky triangle of wavy
hairs that held different shades of brown depending on the way the light
hit it.  Slowly and carefully, covertly taking in every detail of that
unbelievable body, the two tailors put the Empress in her new dress.

   Uncertainly, she asked, "How do I look?"

   "Exceptional!" the Tailor said sincerely.

   "Wonderful!" Needles said looking up and down her naked body openly now.

   "Could you turn for us?" the Tailor suggested and she did so,
unknowingly granting them a view of her nude form from every side.  The
Tailor and his assistant stepped out from behind the screen and announced,
"We give you Empress Ellyn and her new clothes!"

   She stepped out from behind her cover and her amazing, voluptuous, nude
body met with a series of slightly widened eyes but apart from that her
advisors maintained, with difficulty, a solemn air.  "Marvelous," one said
and that was echoed by several as though she were dressed in finery. 
"Beautiful!" "You've never looked so radiant your highness." "I'm truly
inspired."

   Feeling more confident now that she knew her clothes were not only
visible to her cabinet but that they were in fact as fashionable as she
imagined, the Empress smiled and turned in place.  The ladies in the room
quietly and carefully covered a blush.  The men had to stealthily cover the
bulges in their pants.  The Empress glided through the room with her self
assured walk, coming near every one to let them enjoy the pleasure of
seeing her exemplary dress.  Eyes wandered over that spectacular, naked
figure cautiously.  "It is fitting, isn't it?"

   For varying reasons, no one wanted to disagree.  "Certainly."
"Absolutely!" "The most becoming thing you've ever worn!"

   Empress Ellyn was all smiles now as she modeled the clothes, not knowing
that every one could see every inch of her body.  After a few minutes of
showing off (showing off much more than she knew!), she asked her new
dressmakers, "Is there any need for any final alterations or work?"

   With nearly impossible self control, the Tailor said, "I think not, your
majesty.  It is every bit of what I imagined.  It may be crude of me to
ask, though, could we receive our payment?"

   "Naturally.  Simmons?"

   Simmons was the royal treasurer.  He was also one of the very practical
ones who could see this farce for what it was.  For a moment it all hinged
on him.  He almost betrayed the unethical dressmakers.  Then, when she
snapped her fingers at him impatiently, he remembered why it was that he
was keeping a straight face.  "At once, your majesty." He strode away and
got gold enough to make their payment double what any of the Empress's
former dressmakers had ever received.  He complimented them happily, "Her
majesty's dress certainly displays her beauty in a way that I've never
seen. Congratulations.  But for what it's worth, I think you had better
leave the palace as fast as possible."

   Of course the dress makers took that advice and were nowhere to be found
when the Empress had her inevitable disaster.  Along the streets of the
town the people were gathered, royal guards placed at regular intervals. 
It was a collection of people quite diverse, peasants right alongside the
nobles.  The Empress's announcement sounded from a very loud woman, "Ladies
and Gentlemen and commoners, I give you our Empress, her royal majesty,
Ellyn in her finest clothing yet."

   The Empress strode confidently and proudly through the door wearing only
her shoes, crown and jewelry.  The stunned and very audible sigh from the
people was to her ears a compliment on her beauty and elegance.  She was
right of course but more so than she imagined!

   Everyone was kept at a distance of just over twenty paces to insure that
they would see the magical gown and not her.  Of course, since there wasn't
really any gown, the distance that the tailors had convinced her of was
meaningless.  As the Empress walked with slow, graceful precision her naked
body was ogled by dozens of people.  Those people were stunned.  What to
do? How to react?  Of course they did the only thing they could.  They
remained silent and reverent despite not knowing why it was their queen had
suddenly decided nudity was the height of fashion.

   This question was answered by the same royal crier that had announced
the Empress.  "This dress is the creation of Taylor Tailor, an elegant and
painstaking design using magical fabric available only to upper eschelons
of society."

   Magical fabric?  The sharper individuals in the crowd suddenly
understood and that set a whispering among them.  The Empress continued her
smiling strut as she was stared at by her subjects.  The whispers moved
faster than she did, so people waiting were anxious to see if the Empress
was truly naked in the streets or not.  She heard the soft murmur and
noticed the smiles and she smiled back, prideful and content.

   This lasted for several blocks.  Little by little though she seemed to
think that the reaction was wrong.  The people seeing her in her new gown
didn't seem quite reverent enough.  In fact they almost seemed entertained
and there were occasional points and whispers that started her feeling
rather uneasy.

   The wonderful promenade of exposure came to a sudden halt when a child's
voice was heard from among the throng.  "The Empress is naked!" No one
could help it.  They all burst out laughing.

   The Empress looked around and saw the hilarity and then looked down at
herself.  Could it be?  Again she looked about and saw nothing but humor
and lust from the people.  It was true!  She had walked stark naked on the
streets of her city!  The wailing shriek of humiliation brought the crowd
to a new level of loud celebration as people started offering loud
commentary.  "She's never looked better!" "Did she think she was wearing
something?" "Turn around for us, queenie!" "I had always doubted our
government's transparency before!"

   The Empress stared, goggle eyed at everyone.  After several moments of
jaw quivering panic, she turned and ran as fast as she could back to the
castle.  All the way there the crowd grew loud and happy as they pointed,
clapped and cheered for the big royal boobs bouncing to them and wonderful
rounded buns running away once she was past.  At the castle she rushed
inside once a pair of guards got the doors open.

   How could she ever face her subjects again?  Much to the delight of her
advisors who had feared immediate reprisal from their monarch, the
Empress's humiliation kept her locked in her private chambers for days
fuming, blushing and crying while the kingdom celebrated.