Her Highness
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 8175
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The dress was pink and gold, with a flowing skirt and a low neckline, and
made of what appeared to be the finest silk, and trimmed with delicately
tailored lace. Intrigued despite himself, Fred took the dress ("gown"
would have been more accurate) and examined it. He found it quite
beautiful - and strangely compelling. "Is this your choice, then?" the voice asked. Fred didn't answer. Instead, he removed the remainder of his armor and slid the gown over his head. As it fell into place, he felt his body shift and change, conform to fit the dress. The final result was evident in a nearby mirror. The flowing gown was both modest and revealing - covering Fred almost completely, but very definitely showing that its wearer was a woman. The low-cut neckline was now almost bursting with a considerable amount of cleavage. And above that, sitting on a prettily slender neck, was the face of an angel, framed with waves of long red hair. "So you approve of your choice?" the voice asked. "I do," Fred said, somehow not at all shocked by the light, almost musical soprano of her voice. "Then you begin your new destiny - now!" There was a flash of light, and then everything seemed to fade... How odd, she thought as she wandered through the royal gardens. On the one hand, she had all the memories of this "Fred" person - she could remember his childhood, his training as a knight, even the entire chain of events that had led him to those caves. On the other hand, she also had all of her own memories - she was Princess Marjora, the only daughter - only child, in fact - of King Reynaldo and Queen Katrine of Malboncton. She also had memories of growing up in her parents' court, of blossoming into womanhood, and of being tutored not only in proper decorum and protocol, but in statecraft as well - for as the only child of the royal couple, she was Heir Presumptive to the Malbonctish throne. Am I truly Marjora, Princess of Malboncton? she wondered. Or am I really Fred, who has been remade in Marjora's image? Well, it matters not, she decided with a toss of her auburn locks. I am now Marjora, and the life of Fred is only a trivial memory compared to that. "Your Highness!" came a voice from the direction of the castle. Majora smiled as she turned to face...
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