Now, Princess Charity was not the most observant royal in the kingdom, and so having not noticed the very informative note that came with the stone she now held in a well manicured hand, she was quite surprised by what would happen next.
"I wish I had a figure like that. Then perhaps Karl would notice me instead of that stuck-up waif Purity."
A flash and a thwump later, and Charity was suddenly filling out her dress in a way she had only dreamed. Her gown was now stretched taut over her round hips and glorious bosom, but the discomfort was in her view well worth it, for she was now a beauty unrivaled in the entire kingdom, with all her sister's curves plus three years of further feminine development.
Charity let out a surprised squeal.
Then she let out a happy squeal.
Finally, she stifled an ecstatic squeal as she realized that not only had her wish been granted, but that Purity and Karl were nearby and sure to hear her squealing.
As it happened, they had.
