When the light cleared, Prince Roderick blinked in confusion. He was still in his sister's bed chamber, but everything seemed so different.
Princess Charity was infamous for her vanity. As such, her room was filled with several mirrors. Unfortunately, Roderick's reflection was nowhere to be seen in any of them.
Instead of a fairly handsome young man was a yet another comely blonde princess who bore an uncanny resemblance to Charity. However, unlike Charity's impressive but still realistic figure, this new girl had the most excessively abundant curves Roderick had ever seen. A pair of exceptionally wide child-bearing hips led to a miniscule waist that couldn't have been more than 19 inches without the aid of a corset! A lovely heart-shaped face with large teal eyes and moist, plump lips was surrounded by a mane of silky blonde curls hanging down to her knees. But most noticeable of all were the girl's breasts; easily larger than her head and amazingly firm and perky.
Strangely, despite the girl in the mirror having an incredibly sexualized body, her outfit was quite simple. Unlike the vain and haughty Charity who wore the latest and most extravagant of fashions, the other princess wore a simple blue dress with a small sword strapped to her shapely hips.
Roderick instinctively knew that the princess in the mirror was himself... er, herself, but such things were easier to deal with though mental detachment.
"Ha! Who's the spoiled bimbo now?" Charity laughed, mockingly.
Roderick rolled her eyes. "Charity, put me back to normal before you do anything more foolish," she said with as much disdain as possible.
"What?!" Charity gasped. "Shouldn't you be... different?"
Roderick heaved a long-suffering sigh and shook her head, sending impressive ripples across her massive breasts. "If you'll recall correctly, the squire, who's name is Arthur by the way," Roderick said with a pout, "didn't like you after I called you a 'jealous, spoiled bimbo'. So why would your sorcery make me a bimbo?"
Charity's eyes widened as the realization slowly dawned on her that she was being quite foolish.
Honestly, this was why Arthur would never like her if had gotten to know her. Back when he was male, Roderick prided himself on getting to know the people he would one day rule and work with. Squires training to be knights were no exception.
Arthur (who Roderick was beginning to realize was quite handsome indeed), like most young men, liked incredibly fertile women with abundant curves and long blonde hair. However, the handsome squire also appreciated intelligence, sensibility, and an appreciation for athletic pursuits, qualities Roderick already had to begin with.
The newly created princess smirked. Perhaps this magical curse hadn't been as awful as she first feared.
