There was a flash, and when it subsided Prince Roderick was changed.
As it happened, so were his surroundings.
Rod looked frantically about, but there was no sign of the power mad Princess. Or the castle for that matter. Instead he found himself in a peaceful, silent forest glade by a small, still pool of water. The grove of trees was dominated by a great white ash, standing tall by the pool.
Roderick took a step toward the massive tree, thinking to climb it and see if he could spot a village or farm, but he was stopped by a sudden giggling emanating from his chest.
As soon as he looked down to investigate, he shrieked. Yes, shrieked, in a voice that sounded much like one of his sisters.
On his chest were a pair of perfectly round, white breasts topped with heavy pink nipples. A chest that under other circumstances would have been a joy for him to see.
Thinking quickly, he began to run to the pool by the tree to catch his reflection, but rather than running he found his movements transmuted into a merry skipping. When he reached the pool he discovered why.
Staring back at him was the reflection of the inhuman beauty of a naked dryad. His body was every bit as shapely as Princess Charity's, but rather than simply fair her skin was an inhuman, bloodless white that matched the bark of the ash that grew next to the pool. So too her hair matched the deep red autumn foliage. Her face was every inch that of a fey, with massive, almond shaped green eyes that dominated her face, a tiny, pert nose, and a pair of plump red lips like two rose petals.
Perhaps fortunately for Rod, he had forgotten what the legends said of the beauty of a fey; and even in the body of a dryad his mortal mind was not immune to its effects. Overpowered by the sight of his reflection, he mercifully collapsed into unconsciousness, his mind unable to withstand the unnatural aura of beauty for long.
