It took a whole day for the next prince to come along. By then, the lumberjacks had cut down enough wood that the house looked more like a construction yard than an evil witch's hideout. Still, this prince decided to kick down our door.
"Where is Morgana?" He asked, waving his sword around. We were all in the kitchen eating. It occurs to me that we did that a lot. I guess having a full construction crew to do our work for us made us a bit lazy... and hungry.
"Why did you kick down my door?" Morgana yelled.
"I am a prince. I may kick down whatever I please." The prince replied.
"Hi Carl." Arn said.
"Hello... elf girl." Prince Carl said, "So do any of you know where the witch Morgana is?"
"He kicked down my, do you know how many other princes have kicked down my door? None! They at least kept it intact when they broke in! I mean come on!" Morgana ranted.
"So I've been beaten here. Drat. Oh well, I suppose I'll just have to head them off. Good morrow." Carl said as he made to leave.
"Oh no, you're staying right here." Morgana said, freezing Carl in place.
"What to do with you?" She mused.
"So she does this to all the princes she meets?" Arn asked.
"Yep." Maedel said.
"Good, I thought it was just me." Arn replied.
"Quiet. I need to get my thoughts together. What haven't I done yet?" Morgana asked.
"Well, you've done girls, trees, animals, a lot of animals at that, more girls, elves, whatever Connie was-" Maedel listed before being cut off.
"Lingerie!" Morgana declared.
"Linger... Why?" I asked.
"Sara, not every change is karmic. I mean, your sister's wasn't." Morgana said.
"Wait, how many people have you transformed before?" Arn asked.
"Rough guess? Fifty. Probably off, but you're keeping me away from my new corset." Morgana said.
Carl began transforming. First, he unfolded, like he was origami, until he was a single long piece of... something. Then he wrapped around Morgana, fitting her like a glove. He was shaped until he took the appearance of a very tight corset. Then, everything resembling Carl vanished, replaced by black silk and frills. What was once a rude prince was now accentuating Morgana's already curvy body.
"So, what do you think?" Morgana asked as all her clothes except the corset and a pair of black lace panties vanished.
"Wow. I mean... you look... fine." Arn said.
"Yep, you're a fine ranger." Maedel said.
"Please get dressed." I asked.
"What? And disappoint our new elf girl? I just couldn't. I'll have to stay like this for a while." Morgana said. She snapped her fingers, obviously casting a spell. I wouldn't find out until later that she was making all the rest of her clothes disappear.