Memories of Ty's new life flowed into her mind as her body aged by several years in the space of a minute or so. She saw herself birthed from her royal mother's womb, and heard the noblewoman proclaim that she would be Princess Ty of Ficta as her infant self suckled on the young woman's breast.
As she grew older, Princess Ty was taught matters of courtship- both how the courts of the land she was to rule worked, and how to be an appealing partner to who she would one day marry. She saw herself get beautified by handmaidens, trying on many different dresses and jewels to try to find ones which appealed to her and would appeal to a lover.
Something ran through Ty's head as she saw herself in these many outfits- she felt beautiful. As a boy he'd always considered himself unattractive to everyone, since he felt scrawny and insignificant. But wearing an eloquent dress that matched her figure, makeup that emphasised her prettiness, long neatly brushed hair, heels which raised her feet and firmed her step, and golden accessories to compliment her looks... it combined to give her a sense of deification, her sublime appearance undeniable to any of her subjects or even to her fellows.
Finally time caught up with Princess Ty's life, and she found herself aged 18 walking out in front of a massive gathering of her subjects for a religious ceremony. There must be thousands of people gathered for her, admiring their princess as she stepped towards an altar where she realized she was to be married to someone.
Slowly, her soon-to-be lover stepped forward, accompanied by still more cheers from her subjects, and she saw it was...