I looked over myself as my body changed in a matter of moments. My arms and legs grew strong, my chest broad,
flat and a little hairy. It was gross and my beautiful, sensitive breasts had disappeared replaced with dull
little nipples! As I felt the bizarre sensation of my ovaries drop out of my body to sit into there own little
pouch between my legs I felt a rush of energy, anger and power. Testosterone pumped through my body and I
wanted to kick that fucking knights ass and pummel his face through the back of his helmet and my clit shot
out into a rock hard penis, screaming to be let out and to join in on some action. My clothes reformed as I
floated a foot into the air but I couldn't see as piece by piece, plates of golden armour shot out of nowhere
to land on my arms, legs and torso until i was fully clad in gold. I raised my hands before me and a shining
sword materialized within them.
I was gently dropped back to the ground and in a split second I recognized the armor as that of that Prissy
Prince Jake who Morgana had transformed into a ditzy bimbo, doomed to work in some brothel... in-between
accidental pregnancies of course. It bugged me that Morgana had turned me into such a sniveling little brat
but at least he, or rather I am handsome! And such lovely, well-crafted armor too. The breast place itself was
a work of art, showing an embossed image of Prince Jake sat proudly atop a horse. It felt good to wear and
made me proud but there was a problem. The Knight across the room wore armor incredibly similar. Silver and a
Knight a top a horse embossed on the breast plate! What nerve!
"What's the matter, Silver Knight? Could your parents not afford gold? Had to get the cheap knockoff did you?"
I shouted as I closed the distance between us. I'd make short work of this pretender, this wannabe, this
copycat!
I swung and instead of blocking he dropped to a knee and placed his mirrored shield on throne room floor.
"You can keep that. We'll call it a handy cap. I don't need pity from a poor excuse for a knight such as you!"
I shouted and took another swing as Silver stood up. He blocked but it wasn't a clean block and I managed
carve a smalled gash in his shoulder plate. He swung back in return but I was much too fast, much too good and
stepped around him, butting the back of his head with the hilt of my sword as I did so.
"This ends now!" I declared and brought my sword down on his back carving through his armor. As soon as my
sword began to tear through his armor I could already see skin. No blood I must not have been close enough or
the weakling is much thinner than his armor lets on. By the time my swing was finished the tear was from neck
to buttocks and it looked as though the fool didn't even wear clothes beneath his armor or perhaps couldn't
afford them!
"Turn and face me so you can die like a man! Even the likes of you deserve that much," I said, it was an act
of mercy. Allowing him the honor of a swift death with no wounds in the back like a coward. He did so and
dropped his sword beside him, defeated. Pitiful, I thought as I brought the sword down his front. The cuts on
front and back were enough to let the armor fall asunder at his sides and he kneel there, bare chested in only
his helmet and leg armor but his chest wasn't quite bare. It was more... bountiful. Two big bountiful bosoms
my sword had narrowly cut between and the remains of a bra lay fallen at his knees as well. What a bizarre
knight. Such an unfortunate fellow to be afflicted with such delicate womanly parts. I felt a stir in my
pantaloons at that thought and shook my head reflexively to rid myself of them.
"You've bested me, Impostor Prince. Now finish it." a feminine voice said emotionally from inside the helmet.
"I'm no impostor. I am royalty and I am male therefore I am a Prince." I said like a teacher to a student,
"Remove your helmet, Knight." I asked and he complied.
She, had beautiful face, marred by tears. Obviously my transformation had lowered my common sense somewhat (to
that of an actual man, perhaps?) in return for incredible fighting skills.
"Why are you here?" I asked puzzled, "how can you be a knight? Your a... a woman."
"Ugh, why should men be the only ones in positions of power? If a woman has the skill and knowledge then she
should have the right to do any job a man can!" She said with venom in her voice and I waited for her to speak
more, "I am Lady Cecilia of the noble House Kard. I came to avenge my rival Prince Jake, who you are
impersonating, and so put our feud to rest."
I smiled. "I cannot kill you today as I agree with you wholeheartedly and if you would fight beside me I can
show you to Prince Jake and you can end your rivalry."