Leaving the new boar to get acquainted with his new body, the goddess led a trembling peasant boy into the fitting room. "Don't worry" she said. "You're going to make a lovely duchess."
The fitter was a bit stunned. The goddess looked into her eyes. "This is the baroness Carlotta Menderes." she said, presenting the peasant boy. "You're going to continue dressing her as if nothing has happened, because to you, it hasn't. I'll watch."
The boy was divesting himself of his rough peasant garments with a shy, terrified, trembling desire. The fitter rolled up the stockings, as the boy's big feet and solid, hairy, muscular legs were transformed into the dainty feet and smooth lower limbs of a fine aristocratic lady. The attachment of the girdle changed his male sex organs into her female ones. She audibly gasped as her hips widened and waist narrowed into those of a classic beauty. The attachment of the bodice gave her beautiful breasts just right for nursing. Her shoulders narrowed as the muscles of her arms and chest melted away. Gloves gave her delicate hands and fingers that had never worked at anything more demanding than needlepoint. Cosmetics transformed her face into that of a beautiful woman, recognizably Carlotta Menderes but transformed by a joy and contentment with who she was that Carlotta had never known.
"Good" said the goddess, handing the fitter a comb. "Give her a hundred strokes with this." The first few strokes transformed her bowl cut into the lovely long hair of a court lady. As the brushing continued, it carried the knowledge necessary to a court lady into the peasant's brain. Female knowledge about the maintenance of her new woman's body and how to deal with men. Aristocratic knowledge of etiquette and customs, as well as history, art, literature and music. Knowledge of her new family, who would never know that she had once been what she was not now. Knowledge of court politics.
"How can I thank you?" asked the baroness of the goddess.
"Be kind" answered the goddess. "Not everyone is."
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"Which brings us to you." the goddess addressed the bull who had formerly been the elven queen. "Time to decide."