Arn awkwardly stood on her tiptoes as she tried to lift Maedels control bars high enough to operate the limp
marionette. Being the same size as a puppet herself made it an entirely hopeless effort and Maedels legs bent
awkwardly draped across the floor as her upper body was lifted.
"Oh dear!" said Queeny, "It seems your puppet friend has fallen down. Let me puppeteer the little dear."
Queeny sauntered over to Arn and took Maedels controlling sticks, hoisting her back on to her feet.
"Oh that feels much better," Maedel said, "but did it have to be-"
Maedel was cut off by a very pleased Arn, glomping her with an enthusiastic hug that squashed Maedels face
into Arns enlarged bosom.
"Oh I'm so glad you're okay!" said Arn between a barrage kisses on Maedels oversized puppet head.
"Wow," said Maedel in surprise at Arn's show of affection, "Is this umm... the jester or Andrew being so
friendly?"
"Why it is the real me! I was too timid before but now I feel free, to show the feeling that I have for thee."
said Arn or Prince Andrew.
"Wow! You probably can't tell because of my puppet face but... I'm smiling," said Maedel who was
uncharacteristically shy, "I like you too whether your a girl or guy or bedwetter or jester."
"I think your rhyming is rubbing off on me" Maedel laughed as she hugged Arn back.
"I promise I'll find a way to turn you back to yourself but I'll love you just the same as a wooden puppet
elf!" said Arn tearfully.
"Oh this makes me so happy," beamed Queeny, "My philandering son has found a lovely girl tob his wife and
change his nappy!"
"Hey now lets not rush things" Maedel laughed but kind of liked the thought being Princess Maedel, Arn or
Prince Andrews blushing bride.
Cecilia and Ariadne were in and out of the building going about Morgana's bizare preparations and had brought
in quite a number of oddballs. A stuffy old coroner had come first to dispose of the fallen warriors and had
been utterly confounded by the motley ensemble of jesters, puppets and barnyard animals.
"How very vulgar," he muttered at the sight of my nude, bodypainted body. I whispered to... "Stinky," as the
other me was calling herself, urging her to cover up my exposed private parts.
"Don't be such a prude, its liberating to be nude. The feminine form is a thing of beauty," she said with her
nose high in the air as if she was some snooty Princess, "besides, there's no hiding this big booty."
"Ugh, would you please do something about her, Ariadne?" I asked as Stinky patted her bottom proudly with her
free hand.
"Oh I wouldn't dare mess with Morgana's favourite toy," said Ariande with a smirk, "she seems quite smitten
with you, ya know?"
I was left speechless trying to understand how that could be so. She revelled in humiliating me and even
usurped my Kingdom. This surely wasn't the sort of behavior of a person in love. How could she expect me to
reciprocate her feelings after such betrayal? I looked at Morgana contemplatively as she busied herself with
seamstresses and workmen, still with no idea what she was planning. The sow and her piglets, Connie and Dili,
had been taken to a farm temporarily whilst Morgana made her plans. I'd have to convince her to change Connie
and Dili back too. At least they weren't recognizable and so were spared the fear of that particular
humiliation. All that distinguished them from each other was the little tufts of blonde and pink hair they
had. Certainly not enough to tell an onlooker that they were really the former Princess of this town and a
mighty, if not respected, paladin. On the other hand, I or... Stinky could surely be recognized as Princess
Sara. I still had my beautiful face even if my figure had been exaggerated somewhat and left in a state of
undress un-befitting of a Lady of my position. So far it seemed none had recognized me. Much to my relief.