(So, I've decided that I don't really like the first version of this story, so I'm writing this alternate version. A lot of ' the ways the old reality changed because of the wishes will stay the same, but I intend to have more conflict and interesting problems than the first one did. However, if you wanted add to this new version I ask you not to make Karyn, Jon/Jessica's sisters, or any other high up people spys, assassins or traitors.)
I found myself being rudely awakened by a bright beam of sunlight pointed straight at my face. I tried turning on my side and pulling up the covers over my head, but it was no use, I was already awake. I threw the covers off of me and sat up, rubbing sleep out of my eyes. For a moment I didn't register the scene in front of me, but then I remembered everything. Getting the stone, showing Karyn, making those out of control wishes in the bathroom...
Instead of panicking, however, I felt a strange sense of calm. I was comfortable, and my surroundings weren't half bad.
Surrounding the bed was a thick pink carpet. I tentatively put my foot down in it and found that the carpet was so thick it came up to my ankles. Somehow I instinctively knew that the dimensions of the room were 24ft wide and long and that the ceiling was 12ft high. The ceiling was made of beautiful pink and white mosaics arranged in pretty spiral patterns.
The wall facing the bed was divided into two parts. The lower half was a bright pink marble, but most of that was hidden by a series of wooden chests. The upper half was a huge, pink stained glass window. That was were the sunlight was coming from, so I guess that had to be East. The walls on either side of the bed were floor to ceiling mirrors that reflected off each other, giving the impression of identical rooms to this one receding into infinity. The wall opposite the one with the chests had a six foot high pink curtain hanging from it that ran from one mirror to the other.'
I got out of the bed (which was perfectly in the middle of the room) and walked over to one of the mirrors to look at myself. I almost collapsed in shock.
I was beautiful. Not to brag or anything, but that was the truth. Long and luxurious strawberry blonde curls cascaded down from the top of my head to dance around my butt. Twin ringlets formed from my bangs bounced and jiggled when I moved my head. Even though they were very tightly curled, they still reached a little past my shoulders.
My face was to die for. My big, innocent baby blues were framed by long black lashes and the shade of skin color around them made me have natural smoky eyes. The rest of my face was porcelain white except for my rosy cheeks and luscious pink lips.
My arms and legs were long and thin, but well fit. My pretty hands ended in perfectly manicured, bright pink 1/4in long nails and my feet were small and dainty.'
The most noticeable feature about my chest was, of course, my breasts. They were massive, bigger than an I'd seen in the old reality. They pushed out at least a foot in front of me and were so wide several inches stuck out on either side of my torso. Since my breasts (and the rest of my body for that matter) were the same porcelain white as my face, my light blue blood vessels made a beautiful maze across my skin and my dark brown areoles contrasted wonderfully. Speaking of standing out, my nipples were at least an inch long.
My booty looked like it was in a competition with my bosom for biggest secondary sexual trait. I had a perfect heart-shaped jello butt, with cute little waves of jiggly booty undulating with every step I took. Nestled between my legs was my vulva. Either it was shaved, or people in this reality didn't have pubic hair. I parted my labia to see glistening pink vagina. I gently started rubbing one of my long nailed fingers against it, but was distracted by something higher up.'
I hadn't really looked at my belly yet, and immediately noticed a circle of gold stars of gold stars on my skin surrounding my belly button. But that wasn't the most outstanding thing about my belly. The most outstanding thing was the large bulge. My first thought was why would a hot 17 year old queen be getting fat? That changed when I put a hand to it and felt a kick to why would a hot 17 year old queen be pregnant? But that thought was replaced by a pleasing warmth spreading through me at the thought that I was going to be a mother!
