"Get away from me, you cootie brained cretin!" you yell, seeing your clothes start to shift to a plain green dress with a leather corst around the outside. The only good thing about the outfit it is hiding the changes that's happening to you. Fortunately since you're only ten, you don't get much growth in your breast or hips.
"Not very smart, are you Gracie?" the princess giggles. "You have much to learn." She takes a small vial of black liquid out of a fold of her dress, and holds in near your horrified face. "Oops" she smiles, as she drops it. You dive for it, but you're too slow; it shatters on the stone floor of the cell.
"Two more antidotes, Grace. Still if you fail, you'd still make a great handmaiden. Those outbursts of yours is funny coming from a pretty girl such as yourself" she smiles. You're hyperventilating, and wonder why you're having this nightmare. "I'll give you hour to get used to your new self, then I expect you to be in my chambers. I have a ball tonight."
You can only look as princess Brooke walks out, grinning madly.
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