Prince Roderick shielded his face as a bright flash filled the room, and when it subsided he was changed.
Princess Charity gasped. Rod despaired seeing the look on her face. Clearly her wish had somehow gone horribly wrong.
"What have you done?!" Rod exclaimed, but was surprised at the sound of a very familiar voice.
"You...you...just come with me." Too stunned to resist, Rod followed as Charity led him down the hall to her chambers, and then, to the massive mirror with which she primped and fawned over herself.
In the mirror, he saw two Princess Charity's both looking out at him with their perfectly glossed lips parted in shock. The two women's long, blonde hair were done up identically in complicated knots and buns, no doubt the latest fashion in the court. Their faces were both expertly made up with the finest cosmetics, bringing out their piercing blue eyes. And they were both wearing the same decadently expensive looking pink gown of imported satins and silks that hugged tight to their identically generous curves.
It dawned on both of the Princesses simultaneously what Prince Roderick imagined when he thought of a spoiled, jealous bimbo.
