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A long time ago, there lived a butch Princess who wanted so much to hide the fact that she liked other women. One day she was visited by a beautiful woman who attempted to seduce her. But when the Princess denied her, the woman became enraged. She pulled out a wand and waved it around, casting a spell to turn the Princess into a femme. Her hair grew long, past her shoulders. Her clothes turned frilly and she suddenly found herself wanting to chase after princes she didn’t want and make lots and lots of babies. The woman said that she would only be cured if she could love a woman and be loved in return by her 21st birthday.
In a village called New York, a ways from the palace, there lived a beautiful, fair maiden named Alex. She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The people of the village thought her odd. She was tall for a woman and very slim. She always had a pair of black rimmed glasses perched on her nose and she was always clad in a power suit, her nose buried in various law books.
One man of the town, Robert, had taken a special liking to her beauty and he was determined to show her that a woman’s place was not aimlessly wandering the village immersed in scholarly things, but at home taking care of everything her husband could possibly want. But every time he made a move, she always shot him down with one look from those blue eyes over the rims over glasses.
One day, Alex’s father Mark, went off on his horse to take his invention to the fair a few villages over. When the horse returned rider less, Alex was instantly worried. Clad in her one of her skirt suits, she mounted him and rode off in the direction her father had gone.
She soon happened upon a bright pink castle, the only place for miles. This had to be where he’d ended up. And as much as she dreaded it, she made her way through the tall purple gates and up to the giant front doors.
She tied the horse up outside and went in timidly. After searching through the castle for what felt like forever, overwhelmed by frills and pink and fluff, Alex stumbled upon her father locked in a jail cell equally frilled and pinked and fluffed. He looked ashen and worn.
Alex promised to get him out but just as she was searching for the keys, the Princess came back into the room. Alex threatened her with the long arm of the law if she continued to keep her father prisoner, but it was no use and she finally offered herself in his place.
Princess Olivia gazed at her, stunned by her beauty and her intelligence and she readily accepted the deal, sending the father away much to Alex’s dismay. But instead of keeping Alex prisoner in the cell, she gave her her own room without the frills and the pink and the fluff. She even allowed her free reign of the castle just as long as she didn’t go into the west wing.
Alex soon realized a change coming over the femme Princess. Her back was held a little straighter, her head a little higher and as the days went by, she talked less and less of the princes she’d dated in the past.
One day, Olivia decided it was time to show Alex her library. She gently guided her to the law section and told her she could read from it whenever she liked. Alex hugged her and thanked her for her kindness and Olivia felt something shoot through her body as she gently hugged her back.
As the days went by, Olivia found herself thinking that Alex might just be the one to break the curse. But still she was terrified of that thought and she kept it buried in the back of her mind.
After a while, Alex found that she couldn’t hold back her curiosity any longer and she snuck up to the west wing. To her shock, she found herself in a room stashed with all sorts of masculine items and darkly colored things. Her eyes caught sight of a portrait and at first she almost didn’t recognize the rugged beauty in it. Her jawline was stronger and her hair was cut shorter and there was far more confidence in the gaze. Alex instantly fell in love with the figure portrayed and she wondered what kind of curse had to befall Olivia to make her into the horrid femme she was now.
Alex was just vowing to herself to change it when a voice behind her began yelling. Alex wasn’t one to stand for bullshit and she yelled back but it was no use. Finally, she ran from the castle, sick of dealing with the fluff and pink and frills and deciding after the argument that it was no longer worth it. Olivia was a femme and there was no changing that.
But as she rode her horse away, she found herself lost. It wasn’t long before she found herself confronted by a wolf. The horse was terrified and nearly threw her off. She tried to make him run but he wouldn’t and the wolf circled tauntingly.
Just when she was about to give up hope, Olivia charged up to them. She picked the wolf up and threw him. It was an epic battle and the wolf only managed to get in one good scratch before it ran off with its tail between its legs. Alex had never seen something so butch in her life. Olivia nearly collapsed from exhaustion. It had been ages since she’d exerted herself so much physically. Alex helped her onto the horse and whisked her back to the castle.
She gently tended her wounds even as they bickered about whose fault their little fight was.
The next night, Olivia had a ball for Alex as an apology and to Alex’s utter surprise, Olivia wore a suit while Alex herself was clad in an elegant blue dress that Olivia had had specially made for her. They danced for hours, Olivia leading the whole time and by the end of the night, both women were sure they were in love. They made their way outside to enjoy the fresh air.
It was then that Olivia showed her the mirror and how to check on her father. But as Alex gazed into it, she saw the people of the village harassing him. In the lead was Robert. She heard her father ranting and raving about the frills and the pink and the fluff, begging them to save Alex from it all. But they merely laughed, claiming that no one person could be so gaudy, laughing especially about the bright pink palace.
Alex felt her heart breaking. Olivia knew what she had to do. She sent Alex off to save her father, giving her the mirror so that she could always remember her beloved Princess.
But when Alex got home and showed them Olivia in the mirror, the townspeople gasped in horror. They made a vow to burn down the castle and they locked Alex away so she wouldn’t be able to warn Olivia.
Alex refused to take things lying down and she’d soon picked the lock and freed herself. She mounted the horse and rode off again to save her beloved Olivia.
But when she arrived, she was surprised to find men with guns stationed all over the castle, holding back the crowd. Once Olivia’s friends had heard of her slow regeneration, they’d rushed to her aid and were ready to protect her. Olivia was nowhere in sight.
Alex tied her horse up and moved up to one of the guards who instantly recognized her from Olivia’s mirror. He let her in and she darted into the castle in search of her beloved.
Meanwhile, the evil Robert had snuck in and was currently tearing apart the west wing, making fun of Olivia as he went, taunting her to come out of hiding, calling her a pansy.
But Olivia didn’t want to fight, not if she didn’t have to and she certainly had no motivation now that her Alex was gone.
Then she heard the voice calling her name. She slipped out of hiding to go off in search of Alex but at that moment, Robert saw her and a struggle ensued that soon led to the roof of the castle.
Alex made her way onto the balcony, and hearing the sounds of the struggle, could do nothing but look up and watch in horror as Robert slit Olivia’s throat.
Still, Olivia fought on and when she saw Alex, a smile crossed her lips. She threw Robert aside and hurried down to Alex, hugging her tight.
But when she was distracted, Robert snuck up behind her and stabbed her in the back. She cried out in pain and whipped around. Her eyes flashed with such a rage that Robert was terrified. He backed up until he tripped and fell over the balcony rail, down to his death, screaming like a wuss.
Olivia fell to the ground, panting. Alex started crying and as Olivia slipped away, she professed her undying love to the Princess.
Suddenly, the pink started receding off of the castle, returning it to its elegant cream colored stone. Gargoyles replaced the angels on the turrets. Inside, the frills and pink and fluff were quickly replaced with dark, elegant, prints all surprisingly tasteful if a bit masculine.
It was then that she heard it, the crack of lightening and she jumped back as Olivia’s body lifted from the ground. She was surrounded by a ball of lightening and slowly she began to transform.
Her frills shrank away, leaving her in a black tank top and tight black jeans. A badge and gun were secured tightly around her waist. Her nails shrank and lost their polish. Heavy boots replaced the high heeled shoes. Her body became toned and chiseled and last, but not least, her hair shrank until it was short, trim.
She fell gracefully back to the ground and Alex watched as Olivia gasped for breath.
At first she barely recognized her beloved Olivia, but then she remember the portrait, the spell and she rushed over to Olivia, wrapping her arms around her.
Olivia scooped her up and twirled in a circle before carrying her back into the castle.
From then on out, the Princess worked out every day, keeping her body perfect and in shape for Alex. She knew Alex would love her no matter what, but she also saw the benefits of being a sexy butch.
And so, with lots and lots of wonderful lesbian sex, they lived happily ever after.