Mary wakes up at dawn the next morning feeling perfectly content with herself. She rolls around in her straw bed and then twirls around her cottage floor relishing in how amazing it feels to be in her skin. Then her eyes fall to the lone wooden chair pushed in to her humble dining table, for last night she placed the magic items the Wizard made there. The longbow, quiver, and belt there are all powerfully enchanted items that are supposed to go to the young hunter Peter to aid him in the tournament. But Mary is no longer content: she is highly curious. She walks closer to the chair and remembers the Wizard's words. She traces her fingers along the bow before picking up the weapon and trying to pull its string back. But all she can manage is to pluck the string like a harp when it refuses to give even slightly.
"The Wizard did say it would only work for the person wearing the belt." Biting her lip, Mary is tempted to try the belt on. She trades it for the bow and walks over to the mirror, holding it up. It is a beautiful work of leather, made of straps of a deep grey hide woven together she doesn't recognize, but it glitters slightly in the early morning sunlight.
"I could just try it and then give it to Peter later," she thinks to herself and then places the belt around her thin waist. It's a little too large for her. But once she buckles it, the magic of the piece activates. The belt immediately shrink to fit her waist and Mary feels the Wizard's magic coursing through her as the combined magic of the belt and the amulet work to create something unexpected and powerful. Still wearing the silk dress of white and gold he gifted her, she feels her body increase in actual power. Looking in the mirror, her shoulders and back broaden as her height increases by nearly a foot. Her breasts nearly pop out of the gown as her chest thickens to accommodate the thick muscle developing underneath. Her arms thicken to the size of a veteran blacksmith's as her muscles expand, shred, and build on themselves. Her dress would surely rip if it wasn't made by the Wizard to perfectly fit on her body. She lifts up her powerful arms in shock as her legs get even harder. Where the amulet gave them extra fatty flesh to make her curvier, the belt is making them strong. Every inch of her body shakes and quakes as she turns, the mounting peak of her muscularity quickly being reached. She looks and feels like truly the mightiest woman, no, warrior in all the land.
The Maiden Mary is overcome with shock as she observes her immaculate physique. With both gifts of undeniable beauty and unsurmountable strength, her reflection is one of a war goddess. Mary is magic now, whether she understands exactly what this divine energy flowing through her is or not. She can't believe her eyes. Holding up her hands, Mary can just feel the potential humming below her skin. "This is incredible. I can't believe the wizard made these on a whim for his competitor."
Mary's hand goes for the buckle to release herself from the belt, but can't do it. The strap is locked and even with all of her power, she can tell it is beyond any mortals control now. It is bonded to her now just like the amulet is. But instead of being shocked or frightened, Mary smiles and admires herself in her mirror once again. "No. The Wizard made these gifts because I asked him too. He made them for me so they are mine." She proudly takes a stance of power in her meager home, lifting her head high enough to bump the ceiling. The giddy energy of this moment is not lost and she happily steps out of her cottage eager to start her new life, which is vastly changed from yesterday and eons from what she thought could happen two days before.