This is so weird, Jon thought.
Jon walked closer to the mirror on feet that were inexplicably clad in high heeled boots (which he didn't seem to have any trouble walking in), his cartoonishly overexaggerated breasts bouncing slightly. All he could do was gaze at himself in the mirror as he explored his changed body.
My...this...hair is so long, He thought, pulling the long golden ponytail over one shoulder, where it reached all the way to the curve of his feminine hips. One hand stroked his new hair while the other felt his pointed ears and the unfamiliar weight of his earrings, then his face, then lingering against his massive chest for a moment before he blushed and took his hand back as though it had been scalded.
Normally seeing such an impossibly beautiful woman would have been perfectly acceptable to Jon, but it was a different story when he saw her in his mirror. This is easily the most embarassing thing that's ever happened to me...
"I have to say you could have picked a much better book to use that bookmark with, Princess. This one seems to have every cliche in the genre." Karyn said.
She's not helping any, though
He walked over to her, grimacing at the way his hips swayed with each step.
"Why are you walking that way?" Karyn seemed on the verge of laughing again.
"I cannot help it. I seem to have picked up Allaria's mannerisms." Jon replied in his now very high voice. He sighed. "I cannot even use contractions any more..."
"Well, Princess-"
"Stop calling me that!" Jon burst out suddenly. "I am a princess!"
"Jon, what in the.." She began to giggle again.
"I...I do not know." Somewhat shaken, he tried again. "I am a princess. I am Allaria. I am the princess of the greater High Elven Kingdom of Tyr!" Of course, what he had been trying to say was: I'm not a princess. I'm Jon. I'm a boy who lives in a normal town, not some elven kingdom.
"What is going on?"
"I think I get it." Karyn responded. "The bookmark is keeping you from saying anything out of character. It would kind of ruin the story if you started telling everyone you weren't a princess, Jon-boy."
"Then why can you say my name when I cannot?"
"Maybe it's because I haven't used it yet."
"I do not know...the Old Man never said anything about that. What else might we not know about the bookmark?" Jon replied warily. If I'm going to have to stay in character, what else will the bookmark make me do? Will I end up being the stereotypical damsel in distress? Will I have to...have to...kiss the hero?
"I don't know, but we really shouldn't let this go to waste. Hand me that bookmark, Princess. I'm going in."
