Cursed Princess

It was a lousy vacation. You didn’t really have the right to complain, as your parents were paying for the whole thing, but you couldn’t help but feel out of place. At 19 years old, you had quite outgrown kids movies, and so having to spend the next few days at Disney World with you parents and your 12 year old sister was going to be boring. Especially when said sister insisted on lining up to take pictures with every single princess in the whole park. And since this trip was more for her than for you, obviously, you parents happily obliged, spending hours in line for her, and making you do the same, since somehow even if you were 19 they still didn’t trust you enough to be by yourself in a kid’s theme park. And so you waited in countless lines so she could take pictures with all her favorite princesses, from Aurora to Elsa, Cinderella to Moana. You kept pestering your parents to do something else, go on an actual ride or something, but they replied that you could do that tomorrow, today the sun was out so it was the best time for the pictures, there would be other times for the rides. And so, you endured, bored out of your mind and getting more and more annoyed.

When you finally reached the famous Snow White, the very first princess, you were at your wits end, exasperated beyond words. Your sister ran up to the beautiful smiling raven haired girl dressed as the princess, crying out with the same amount of joy that she had expressed at the beginning of the day, seemingly never getting tired of meeting her idols. But the princess seemed to sense your annoyance and exasperation, so she beckoned you over with her soft and kind voice, asking what was wrong and if she could help put a smile back on your face. But instead of taking the kind opportunity she had given you to vent, you snapped at her, telling her off and insulting her, saying you didn’t need the help of some girl in a silly princess costume. You then stormed off, under the angry stare of your parents, the sad teary eyes of your sister, and the pitiful look of the princess.

But unknowingly to you, one of the supporting actors for Snow White saw the altercation, and decided to teach you a lesson. The evil queen, in her old witch form, caught up with you as you were sitting down on a bench not too far from there, to sulk until your parents and your sister were done with her pictures. She sat down next to you, and spoke with the hoarse croaking voice of an older woman pretending to be a witch.

“I saw what happened back there, young man, and I must say that was not very nice. She was just trying to help you out of your gloom, and you took it out on her. I think you deserve to be punished, and you deserve to experience firsthand what the princesses of this park have to do to keep all these younglings happy.”

Before you had a chance to respond, she began speaking in verses, with a slightly rhythmic tune.

“The man that stands before me,

Shall no longer be.

An unseemly frown,

Will turn into a beautiful gown.

Now and forever a Princess,

Shy but kind, a Beauty.

Elegant in her yellow dress,

Smiling children, her eternal Duty.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a sparkle of spinning white light enveloped you from head to toe, raising you slightly off the ground and keeping you in place. You tried to move, speak, fight, anything! But it was no use, the magic that was holding you was too strong. And it was doing more than just holding, as you felt your body reshape beneath its touch. Fingers and arms grew slender, feet became dainty, shoulders narrowed. The top of your head exploded with a long mane of brown hair, which then swirled magnificently, styling itself in an intricate and majestic hairdo. Your chest blossomed out in a nice pair of breasts, not huge, but still abnormally larger than what you could possibly be used to as a man. Hips pushed out and waist pulled in, giving you a distinct feminine hourglass shape. Your facial features softened, becoming womanly, delicate and accentuated with just enough make-up. Lastly you felt your male organ being sucked into a brand-new cavity, leaving you as a complete woman from head to toes.

The light the melded into your clothes, reforming them as well. No princess was complete without her attire after all. Your undergarments reshaped from a plain pair of boxers to some very feminine panties and bra, securing your new assets in place very tightly. Some light detached from your main body, running down your arms down to your hands, forming a pair of delicate yellow gloves that went all the way above your elbows. Two more little dots of light ran up your ears, forming a pair of earrings that framed your beautiful face. Finally, the light finished swirling around you and exploded in a flash of light, revealing the stunning yellow dress you were now wearing, leaving you as a true Disney Princess. Your fee dropped back on the ground, leaving you confused and dazed, as the crowd that had gathered around you exploded in applause and cheers, most likely assuming this was part of some great show. The witch then raised her hands towards you, and addressed the crowd.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you our one and only, Belle!”

More cheering from the crowd. But as she called out your name, your princess name, a mental wave overcame you, changing your mind instead of your body this time. All harshness was washed away, leaving only pure kindness behind. All aggressiveness was gone, replaced only by shyness and timidity. All masculinity was destroyed, making you as feminine as can be. You had been reformed. Gone was the brash and inconsiderate boy that you were, all that was left was this gentle and caring princess that you had become. You smiled at the crowd, and waved a gloved hand at them. The witch then announced you would be available to take pictures in just a few moments in your designated area.

And so you setup where you were supposed to, spending the rest of the day smiling, chatting with little girls and even little boys about your life as a princess, how life was at the castle with the prince, and how you had been just a cute and shy little girl like them once, but you had become this magnificent princess they now saw. One little girl in particular caught your attention. She was around 12 years old, and was with her parents. She seemed familiar for some reason. You spent quite a bit of time chatting and laughing with her. You were her favorite princess, and that somehow warmed your heart a little, knowing that just by dressing up and acting like a princess in a children’s movie, you could make so many kids happy. As you said goodbye to her, something inside you pulled, as if telling you to go with her. But it lasted only a moment, and soon you were meeting the next child in line, returning to your role as princess Belle. And as the day ended, you took comfort in knowing you had made many children very happy today, and that you would get to do it all again tomorrow, and every day after that.