I, Princess Sara of the West Kingdom was now a hand puppet like those you'd see in a Punch and Judy show and
for the first time it didn't look like I'd be changing back anytime soon.
I thought back through the sequence of events that led to this. First of course was me being kidnapped by the
Witch Morgana. I was on my way home from a visit to one of the Kingdoms orphanages where I'd had out food and
hug the poor, unfortunate little children when my carriage came to a sudden stop. My body guard Betram told me
to wait inside the carriage whilst he went to ask the cab driver what the hold up was.
"I'm sure it isn't anything bad, Bertram, you silly goose!" I said as I stepped out, "The streets of the West
Kingdom are the safest in the land!"
I held my long dress above my ankles as not to dirty it, step-mother would scold me dearly if I got my
expensive clothes messy, and looked around.
"Why Bertram it's just a lost little child!" I exclaimed.
A sorry looking little girl in nothing more than rags stood tearfully rubbing her eyes.
"Step away from her, m'lady" Bertram said sternly.
I ignored him and asked, "Whatever is the matter, dear?" whilst leaning over to wipe the little girls tears
with my handkerchief.
"I need a Princess," she had said much to my confusion. She grabbed my hand and in shock I instinctively
turned tried to step back. As I did so I noticed the small mouse sat on the cab mans seat, desperately looking
for a way down from up so high, and no sign of the cabbie at all. I turned to face Bertram and he too was
missing.
A tug on my arm pulled my thoughts back to the little girl and seemed to loose my footing and fall backwards.
Next I was swinging through the air, the childs big, strong hand the only thing keeping me from falling in the
gutter.
The child was a giant to me now and I swung back and forth at her size as she skipped passed a loud and
frightened goose. She giggled and sang happily "Tra, la la, la la!" through the streets and I caught her
reflection in a puddle. She was swinging a teddy bear in a blue dress.
It wasn't long before I was in her home in the forests and she had grown into a rather stunning, raven haired
beauty who looked to be in her late twenties. I was once again my self and in a cage.
She told me I was bait to lure Princes whom she'd then transform into whatever took her fancy, the first of
which was the golden Prince Jake who became a vapid teen girl and sold into slavery and soon many Princes had
become an all manner of things. She enjoyed this all little too much but I got the distinct impression she was
doing it as some sort of rebellious campaign against the male dominated rule makers as much as it was about
her getting herself off.
On one such encounter a lovely elven ranger named Maedel was turned into a tree along with the Prince she
served. I had begged Morgana not to use her as fire wood and as an uncharacteristic act of kindness, Morgana
restored her... apart from the fact she still had wooden skin.
Maedel an I became fast friends. Partly, out of necessity, I suppose you could say, seeing as we were forced
to share a bed together - NO not like that...
Where I was prudish and meek, Maedel was crass and boisterous. She claimed to not be "fruity" like other elves
but I became convinced she wasn't strictly a "meat-eater" either. Gosh! That sounds much lewder than I had
meant it too...
Later another bizarre rescue attempt was made. This time by the cocksure Princess Connie that cut her hair
short and wasn't afraid of rough housing like the boys. Morgana saw to it that she'd be making love and not
war after a few modifications that turned her into something of a sex addict. Her father, the King of Molossia
came to rescue her by trading the soldiers he had with him to Morgana.
The King made sure his wayward daughter wouldn't be rough-housing WITH the boys by keeping her in a chastity
belt.
Soon after, another Prince came to rescue me. This time my own brother! Morgana refused to let him stay
without being transformed and he refused to leave and I... well I didn't want to leave either... The result
was my brave and heroic little brother became his own fantasy of the moment - an elf ranger modeled after
Maedel! And being a chauvinistic lecher his fantasy was a sexy submissive. Oh brother you do cause some
trouble but not as much as our mother!
Father had apparently died and step-mother was planning to marry the King of Molossia and to hand the whole of
the West Kingdom over to him! The entire West Kingdom handed over to a King from the smallest, loser Kingdom
that didn't even control a whole city and its sorry excuse for a castle was in fact a disused bank!
Well, needless to say, I was having none of this and neither was Morgana. She went to Molossia and declared
war in order to become the Queen of the little Kingdom and prevent the marriage. She also brought back some
more Molossian Soldiers, now buxom wenches.
The war looked to be going in our favor with our army of wenches but it took a sudden turn for the worse.
Morgana accidentally turned herself into a toilet and we were all imprisoned... That is until Morgana's
daughter showed up - the half-Dragon Knight Ariadne.
We escaped while she attacked the city with the help of our dear mother the prude who had undergone a shocking
transformation into a big bosomed, red and black rubber clad jester cursed to act a fool. Meanwhile, Ariadne
was captured. But looking back it was probably the toilet thing that had got me to where I am now, afterall
there was a chamber pot in the prison we could have used instead...
I watched from my place as a hand puppet, perched atop my own hand, as Morgana watched my jester body and
those of my brother and mother, as well as Maedel (now a pinocchio style puppet) were forced into a silly can-
can dance.
"Thank you for rescuing me from that disgusting King, mother," said Ariadne with scorn in her voice as she
glanced at the enormous sow that had been the King.
"I, uh heard about your transformation into..." Ariadne began.
"Quiet, Ariande!" Morgana said raising a finger to her lips, "No-one will ever speak of that again or face the
consequences."
Clearly, Morgana was still quite upset about having been transformed into a toilet and it seems that could
very well be why she turned on me. I knew she planned to take the Kingdom of Molossia for herself but she
didn't have to take my Kingdom too! There had to be a way to get back in her good books....