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"Mark, Mark, Mark..." The dijn made a disappointed clicking his tongue. "You know that magic cannot be reversed! Not completely, no no no. That could only be done with time travel, very forbidden... so what do you want me to do for you, hmm?"

"Oh please... Please..." The young man clasped his hands together, pleading with the magic being. "I got too vengeful... I lost sight of what I really wanted. I want to take my wish back. I-I messed up!"

"It's not so easy, Mark... Silly human." The dijn shook his head, snickering softly under his breath. "But, I suppose I can make a deal to help you..."

"Oh thank you, just undo the wish. Let me start over and I'll stick to my plan this time-"

The dijn raised a hand, holding him off. "Uh uh uh, no so fast, silly man." He rolled his head back, sighing, "You see, Mark. I showed the fey your last episode and they were delighted. It was truly hilarious and I must continue to bring them these delightful stories, but I wish to have a greater hand."

"I will help you with your task and guide the show from now on, and in return, we shall adjust the truth a bit so everyone awakes with altered memories." He clasped his hands, nodding thoughtfully. "We will stick to some of the truth and everyone will believe that Malena has a taste, a fetish if you will, for cross-dressing men and dressed up one of her guards in her clothes. She also has put on a few pounds, but most people will see this as just some foolish rumor and exaggerations. Most people will think the same of the royal lady."

"Oh, thank you. Thank you!" Mark bowed slightly, groveling to the dijn with rising excitement. Now he could try again to get his vengeance without losing sight!

"However, you must let me guide you... as your repayment for this helpful little reversal of mine, deal?" The dijn grinned, fingers interlacing in front of him. Mark didn't even hesitate, just agreed eagerly and sealed his fate.

******

Later that day, Mark is heading into a cafe. A specific one in the town's center square that the dijn told him to find. He was told Malena would be here, ready for him to enact more of his plan, following the guidance of the magic being of course.

"You'll find her there and you must tell her that her shoes are driving you wild and that you want to try them on-" The dijn words replay through his mind as he strolled in, scanning through the quaint and crowded shop.

"There she is!" He hissed to himself, spotting the princess.

She's seated at a small, round table in the back with a few guards milling nearby while she holds a small book in one hand and a teacup in the other. Her full, pink gown is push flushed to the table, only revealing her iconic purple heel on one foot that's leg is crossed over the other, raising her hem enough to reveal it.

"I just have to go in and try on the shoe, then the dijn will be pleased..." Mark told himself, quietly as he headed through the milling people waiting to order and towards the princess. At her side, he paused as she raised her chin with a pleasant smile.

"P-Princess-" He sucked in a breath, giving a small ducking of his head in place of a bow. "Princess, I can't help it. I must confess how your shoes are driving me utterly wild and I'd love to, nay, I need to try them on, if you'll let me?" His eyes were wide and rounded, peering at her with plaintive hope.

Malena smiled, giving a small wiggle of her ankle as if to say, "This old thing?" about the decorated pair of pumps. They were clearly luxurious, decorated in a smooth satin finish and a gem in the center above the covered toes. "Mmm, is that so?" She crooned back, voice smooth as honey while she gestured for him to sit across from her.

He took the seat, feeling his heart pumping harder as the princess looked him over.

"Hmm, could he be a silly, misguided fool? Believing these rumors flying about?" She thought to herself, trying to read from Mark's appearance alone whether his interest in crossdressing was real or not. She clicked her tongue. "You see-" She paused, awaiting his name.

"M-Mark!"

"You see, Mark. With all the chatter around the estate lately, I find it hard to believe you just on your words... For all I know you could be hoping that little comment will earn you a time in my company without any true interest..." She gestured slowly beneath the top of the table where she slipped her heels out from her pumps before a plainer pair seem to materialize beside her bare feet in their place.

"Wait twenty minutes and then come find me at Le Chateau de Bernard and bring my shoes," Then, with a little wink, she slips her small, dainty feet into the second pair of shoes and rose up, sashaying out of the cafe and leaving Mark sitting there with her shoes and her stockings waiting beneath the table top.

"Twenty minutes?" He thought to himself, realizing that the lunch rush is just starting to perk up and that the cafe is teeming with eager, hungry people all of who will see him the instant he stands, especially with the shorts he wore and the stockings she left.

"That dijn!" He cursed under his muffled breath, staring at the creamy white stockings with narrowed eyes. "He knew this would happen!"

To continue with the plan though, Mark had no choice. He slipped off his own thick, cotton socks and boots and pulled the stockings up to his wide, hairy toes and starts to push his way into the soft, thin fabric, stretching out the width of the dainty garment.

The hairs down his legs were long enough that they started to jut through the fabric, poking out in the thinner, stretched portions as the stocking stretched up over his knee. Then, he pushed his wide foot down into the shoes, stretching the slender construction. "Now I just have to get up and walk out of here!" He said to himself, in a hushed whisper. He wobbled as he pulled himself up, but a slight wiggle of his hands at his sides and he was able to find a center enough to pull up to his feet, revealing the stockings crawling up his thick legs towards the bottom hem of his loose shorts and the satin, purple heels clinging and bulging around his feet.

His first step is wobbly and unsure, but the second step already feels easier. One by one, as he moves through the cafe towards the door the height of the heel seems easier and easier to balance, but each new step is more time for all the diners to notice him.

"Oh my! Put your wife's shoes on by mistake this morning?"

"Those are the princess's shoes! How'd you land that? How do they feel? God you're so lucky!"

"You need a shave there, mate!"

The words rose up around him, mocking him and expressing jealous in equal proportions as he made it out onto the street in the heels though by the time his soles touched onto the cobblestone the shoe seemed to fit snugly but comfortably around his foot as though the width of his toes shrunk.

His legs too seem to be shrinking into the slender shape of the stockings where less hairs are jutting through the creamy fabric, but Mark is so focused on weaving carefully through the crowd that he doesn't even notice the slight changes. Instead, his eyes scan the shop signs in search of Malena's next stop for him.

At the same time, the princess is already tucked inside the shop which sells high end lingerie alongside matching, luxurious heels. With each step of Mark's journey, while he grows more and more feminine, the trade off is that Malena grow more and more masculine.

While he begins to shrink into the dainty heels, her legs start to thicken more and more and the hairs that she has shaved down to a smooth perfect slide are growing rapidly, pushing up through the skin beneath the skirt of her gown. For now, she hasn't changed much visibly, but the dainty pinch of her waist is bulging out and her legs are thickening in the hidden fall of her dress's bottom half while she meanders into the shop, plucking up a few new pieces before slipping into a dressing room to step out of her own garment and lay them out on the waiting bench of the changing room.

As her fingers slide down her legs, guiding the band of her panties along the curvature of her thighs, she feels the prickling hairs starting to stretch and grow out there where she'd usually be perfectly smooth. She gave a little scoff of disapproval , but thought nothing more than that her hair was growing out too quick today. Tonight she'd have to shave it away in a hot bath.

What she didn't notice was that her legs, where they'd usually be shapely and slender were starting to thicken. Not only was it the thicker, darker hairs speckling up the length of her calves and reaching to her thighs, but she was gathering girth.

"Mm, nothing to worry about-" She mused to herself, pausing a moment to admire the shape of her increasingly masculine calf. "It's all part of my charm, my look..."

Then, she slipped into some simpler garments and bent over to write a simple note with nothing but another shop name and her signature beneath, leading Mark further on this treasure hunt to prove himself.

She set out the delicate satin panties and then headed out of the store, leaving towards her destination before Mark had even arrived to this one to find what she'd left behind. When he rounded the corner, spotting the sign, he was instantly surprised to see the display windows filled with mannequins in lacy lingerie and laced up bustiers.

"Wow... Who would have thought the test would end so quickly?" He thought with a dirty smirk, but as the door chimed above his head and the clerk raised a brow with a look of recognition and understanding, Mark started to question that. "Or... maybe not."

"Malena left a gift for you.... in the changing room-" The clerk informed him, with his gaze lingering on the satin pumps that were now holding Mark's feet in a perfect embrace. He felt swaddled in them and every step felt increasingly natural. In fact, by the final block of his walk over, he almost forgot he had them on!

"What could she have left for me here?" He mused to himself, walking with sharp clicks on the smooth flooring towards the changing room. He didn't even feel the stockings anymore the way they clung to his slender legs which looked ever so long with these pumps lifting everything up. He couldn't help, when he passed the floor length mirrors, to pass a lingering glance over at himself and the way his calves and ankles looked so smooth and shaped and dainty.

"I'm not sure I ever looked better," he thought to himself, pushing into the small room seeing the laid out fabrics on the bench, "Oh my... so she left her underwear-" He paused, seeing the note. "Another another stop," He nodded with understanding now.

"No wonder the dijn was willing to help..." Mark mused aloud to himself, knowing every word was being listened and captured, much to the magical beings delight as he watched and watched it back later. This was just the sitcom the fey had wanted! A foolish man falling into a trade, his masculinity step by step for the princess's dainty femininity. What a time! What a show!

Nonetheless, Mark wasn't willing to stop now, even if it meant slipping into the princess's undergarments. In fact, didn't they look rather soft all things considered?

He shucked down his loose shorts, letting them crumple to the ground in a pile of fabric before his own boxers went next, pushing them down over the lump of his butt and then onto the ground too where he left them as he plucked up the smooth, soft satin of the girl's underwear instead. She had a silken or fine cotton blend in a pure, virginal white hue. He stepped into the one at a time, sliding a stocking'd foot down through the open hole one and then the other before he started to pull the bottoms up over the shape of his ass and the mound of his cock which quickly filled the small front portion of the women's panties.

"These are... snug..." He muttered, pushing his cock slightly to each side in a test to find the right way to squash the flaccid length into the soft silken material. In the long mirror, he caught sight of himself in the panties with his matching stockings above the brilliant purple shade of the heels still on his feet. He turned, admiring the curve of his ass which appeared shapely and full rather than lumpy and fat. "D-do I look better like this?" He asked himself, though the thought brought a pinky blush to his face. He shook his head, dismissing the thought while he pulled his shorts back up over the smooth panties that were squeezing his bits in tightly. He cinched in his belt and looked back to the changing room's bench which wasn't empty yet.

Instead, a lacy bra remained waiting for him. "Does she want me to wear that too?" He thought, looking down at his flat chest with a quizzically raised eyebrow. "I don't... I don't need it...." He thought, though he was already plucking it up and holding it by the two straps. "But she left it for me so....."

He pulled off his shirt, for a movement feeling a rush of chilled air touch his skin before he opened the bra, spreading the two sides apart and fitting the cups above his own flat pectorals. He fidgeted a minute with the straps, slipping his arms down beneath the shoulder straps and then trying unsuccessfully to reach back for the clasp in the center of his back. "How does she... what the... mother.... what!?" He cursed under his breath, fighting with the straps as he tried to reach the clasp around his back, manhandling the bra until he felt two of the metal parts grab together and he felt it hold tight around his body. "I-I got it!"

He adjusted everything, smoothing his hands over it and untwisting every strap before he looked back to the mirror. His legs were smooth and hairless with a sheen down their length from the lack of shadows being cast from any stray dark hairs while his butt was lifted and rounded, perky with the lift of the heels. On top, the bra sat flush to his chest with little padding to the point that it almost looked natural there cupping around his pecs.

At the same time, while Mark was snuggling into the tight hold of Malena's undergarments, Malena was feeling the effects of his next step. As silk panties pulled up over his soft, flaccid length, the tip of her clit was tingling with heat as it began to swell. At first, it was nothing more than a bit of zipping excitement through her body and a perky, peeking clit was nothing new, but it continued to grow and swell, becoming much more than just a little nub, but rather a length, a girth.

Malena was growing a cock.

It grew within her own soft panties, starting to press out against the constraints of her fabric container that kept it restricted close to her pelvis. It swelled and grew while the line of her lower lips started to stir with fresh tingling as a second addition began to show under the curtain of her gown's skirt.

"I guess I'm ready..." He murmured, grabbing his shirt back up and redressing completely while Malena, across town once more was reaching her second destination on this little list. Mark could only wonder where she'd take him next while the princess knew exactly what she wanted to do.

Ding! The door to enter the dress shop chimed for the princess as she strolled in, feeling a slight wobbly in her step as she felt her heel slip a bit. Her weight was increasing with every step while Mark dressed up back in the dressing room, slipping into her garment. It left her body changing in return. The hair on her legs grew thicker and darker with the passing seconds until it jabbed through the under layer of her skirt. Her thickening legs pushed the skirt out more, making her walk seem uneven and wobbly as she felt her body adjusting minutely bit by bit.

While Mark's butt grew tighter and perkier, Malena's was doing the opposite. The usual shape and curves of her bottom half were rapidly starting to change with each fresh step the man made. Her ass seemed fattier, lumpier now rather than rounded and bubbly while her legs were thicker, hairier. The dress maker, for a moment on the ding of the bell, just stared at the princess with surprise as he struggled to put together why she looked just a bit different?

"I need a dress," She told him, gesturing at herself. "And to leave this one behind for a gentleman who will be coming behind me any minute now-" The maker nodded knowingly, ushering her towards a changing room. "Yes, yes, of course-" He murmured, eyes roving over the princess's back, mentally trying to calculate how her adjustments were changing in the widening of her hips and the thickening of her thighs. Just so slightly he could see the bodice of her dress starting to strain around her changing form, but he didn't say a word, just went to find one of her work shopped designs he could give her right away while she changed out of her usual rose pink gown.

What the tailor couldn't see, not under the veil of her gown, was the changes to Malena's crotch. The cock that was just sprouting before was thickening, growing now. The length of the flaccid shaft pushed into the confines of her panties as she slipped from her gown, creating a swollen bulge in the front of the fabric of her undergarments while the flared tip poked against the opening for her leg, as though threatening to drop right out against her bare, hairy thigh.

That wasn't all steering and shifting between her thighs though. Now, a heavy pair of balls had sprouted to match, hanging and tickling to the hairs of her legs with their own sprouting patch of hair. Malena didn't even seem to notice this new heft between her legs or how her panties seemed so ill-fitted.

Instead, she just glanced at herself in the mirror with a coy little smile, cocked one hip slightly to the side as though to admire the smoothing, thickening shape of her body as she plumped up slightly and lost the definition of her feminine curves with each passing second. Her eyes washed over her reflection and a grin played on her lips as though nothing was the matter.

For a few minutes, the rustling of fabric was all that filled the shop's otherwise silence hum, at least until the door chimed again with Mark arriving now behind Malena, but by then she was already gone leaving her dress hanging in a fitting room and a note scrawled attached to the hanger, with another name for him to head to once he'd changed and a little heart above her signature.

"Now her dress?" Mark asked himself, though he already knew. The shop keeper took one look at him and the height of her heels on his feet and the stockings cupping up his legs and he just nodded him backwards to the dressing room without a word. For a moment, Mark anticipated just heading into the small room and figuring out how to put on the big gown himself, but the clerk started following him as he walked.

"Come, come. I will help-" he ushered him in, gesturing to a small raised platform so that they could fix the dress onto him without it sliding on the ground more than it needed. Mark felt his cheeks growing hotter, coloring with a rosy hue as he realized he'd have to undress in front of this clerk. Little did he know how much the clerk had already seen that day...

His calves leading down to the pumps on his feet were smooth and feminine, but his stomach felt loose and flabby beside the taut mannequins in the shop or the women who wore these gowns. His blush only grew stronger and more pronounced as he raised his shirt over his head and peeled it up and off his body. Then, he shucked the shorts away, revealing Malena's under garments already hugging to his figure.

"Oh man..." He groaned, having forgotten about that reveal worrying so much about his body itself. He didn't even remember that he was wearing women's underwear! His cheeks only grew hotter, more rosy and red as the clerk just silently went around him, gathering up the gown. "You'll have to step into it... would you like to remove your shoes?"

"No!" Mark blurted, not evening thinking. The outburst instantly had his cheeks coloring an even deeper hue of red, but the thought of removing the pumps now, after they held his foot so nicely just sounded terrible. "N-No thanks, can I keep them please? I'm in a little hurry-"

The clerk just bowed his head, silently agreeing as he guided Mark to step into the dress's full, spilling skirts before he raised the bodice up, fitting the boning along the man's stomach. Already, Mark could feel the structure built into the dress to lift and hold the tits on perfect display. He sucked in a breath, preparing for the first tight cinch ad as the clerk started to tie up the corset that ran up the back of the gown. As he worked, he whistled softly under his breath, idly working while Mark felt his stomach growing smaller and smaller as it was flattened and pressed back to line beneath his ribs. At the same time, he felt the bust created by the bra's padding raising up closer to his chin, lifted by this contraption.

But with each new cinch in the dress fit better and better. Mark's body was adjusting, minutely to fit into the curves a bit better and to be short enough to let the dress just skim the ground with the height of the heels, never quite touching but just hovering minimally from the dust of the peasants.

At the same time, as she hurried off to her next stop, Malena was changing too.

Her body was sprouting more hairs by the second, dark and thorny patches of chest hair cropped up down the line of her shrinking cleavage. Each moment seemed to rob her of a cup size as they melded back into her chest. Her stomach, that before had just been smooth and toned, was slightly growing with just the pouch of a beer belly that pushed into the bodice of her dress, disrupting the smooth form of it hugging around her torso.

But the changes would not stop there. Malena still had one more stop planned before she'd return to the castle and consider Mark as having passed her little test of his dedication. She walked with quick steps, wobbling slightly on her heels which grew more and more unfamiliar as the headed down the cobblestone streets.

She could feel eyes on her, tracking her motions as she walked. Little glimpses of her hairy legs flashed out from under the edge of her gown, poking through the thin stockings she wore that couldn't contain the growing, dark bush there. Her armpits too were starting to sprout like weeds, showing plainly under her shoulder when she waved at the people she passed. Their eyebrows would knit together with confusion.

"Is that the princess?"

"What's happened to her?"

"Has she done one of those transformations?" They whispered, in hushed voice, unable to ignore the fact that their princess looked more like a prince with each new second, but she didn't seem to notice! In fact, she acted as though she'd always been a bit hairy, a bit too muscular.

As she grew, her arms seemed thicker and thicker atop the bodice of her dress until it seemed to fit even worse. Her strong, bulging arms would raise and flash a bundle of hair and little gasps would ripple out of the nearby coffee shops as people wondered how this could be their princess out in public no less.

What they couldn't see was what hid beneath Malena's skirt, the swaying and wobbling flesh of her flaccid cock between her thighs. The heft of her balls shifted as she walked, reminding her of their presence constantly.

She walked with confident steps though until she reached her destination with a soft chime of the door. Instead were shelves upon shelves of little glass bottles and small palettes of makeup while women milled around, some with their hair mid-style and others wielding the scissors. Instantly, at the sight of the princess, one of them scurried over, collecting the instructions about who was coming and what was to happen to him. Then, Malena left a small message: "Meet me at the palace. Good job" and she slipped back out the door, with her hair shorter than when she'd come in (and not from a cut).

By the time Mark was cinched up into the gown and stood in front of the mirror with the layers and layers of satin and silk and chiffon hanging down his form the princess was already making it to the front steps of the castle, but he hurried on his way. Now the walking was even harder with the skirts fluttering around his ankles and the heft of the entire thing squeezing on his torso.

"I can't even imagine what else she wants me to do..." He mused to himself, trying to ignore the people seeing him and calling out.

"Is that the princess's?"

"It must be!"

"But how!?"

Some people just looked and whistled, but even their eyes on him was enough to have Mark's cheeks burning red by the time he reached the hairdressers to find a chair waiting for him.

"We must work fast! The princess is waiting!"

They instantly went to work wetting his hair, starting to work him back into one of the shampoo basins where they scrubbed and scratched at his scalp to work away all the grime that gathered close to his skull. An entire team of girls flocked him, conditioning and combing through the tangles of his increasingly long locks that seemed to be growing with each new bubbles treatment as they worked towards a trim and style.

In a whirlwind of blow dryers running, they worked on his face next. Coats of mascara coaxed his lashes up into curls while smooth slides of lipstick washed over his lips to give them a glistening sheen. Step by step they made him shimmer and blush and smoothed out every bit of his complexion.

By the time they let him up from the chair the hair curled around his chin in perfect little wisps and his face was puckered and sweet like the surface of a doll.

"Now... Now it's done?" He breathed as he rose up, seeing himself in the mirror with his eyes wide. "I guess I know where to go now..."

He headed out, skirt swishing and heels clicking, like a princess.

As Mark opened the door of the castle where he knew Malena was waiting behind, the changes of the day were utterly complete. The heavy door swung open with a soft creak of the well-oiled hinges. Guards waited inside, but they stayed at their posts by the wall Mark stepped up and forward into the welcome space, an utterly different person.

Where before Mark had been a slightly muscular, average looking man with a decent six feet of height, thick black hair in a short crop on his face, and a toned physique down is frame he was now, small dainty.

His hair had grown out and seemed to loosen into waves around his face with the smallest tendrils curling and framing around prominent cheekbones. His chest, while still flat, had the smallest illusion of a chest from the minimal cups of the woman's bra that hugged around his pecs.

The bodice of her gown squeezed on his straight torso, giving him the faintest kiss of hips where truly he had none. He could feel the lacing up his back that pulled it tight and hugged in around him. He loved how it felt on his body, holding his form and cradling him inside the structure of the bodice. Every step he took rang out with the clack of his heels on the smooth tile which by now felt familiar and safe to him, much easier to walk in than the heavy heft of his work boots which he almost couldn't imagine wearing anymore, not after today. His feet seemed to fit into them perfectly, melding into the small shape of the heels to be small and petite.

His cheeks were rosy with blush and his eyes were rimmed with a thin line of kohl that made the color in his iris's pop out while dark mascara lengthened his lashes until they seemed almost fake on his face. With every flutter, he saw a little fuzz of them in his vision, reminding him of the doll-like decoration on his face. Even his plump lips seemed to have a pinky hue of light lipstick brightening the sheen of his smile.

His hair was straightened and curled at the edges, giving it bounce and life with every step. Each time his heels clicked his hair bounced and his gown's skirt fluttered around his waist. He was conscious of every single little step he made forward.

Malena on the other hand, was as far from herself as Mark was but in the opposite direction. Where his steps were natural and smooth with the raise of the heels, she felt unbalanced and wobbly as though she wasn't practiced in wearing them. Her ankles seemed to thick to be shoved down against the edge of the shoe and her legs were ripe with dark hair that cast a shadow and a texture down their girthy form.

She still wore one of her gowns, but the bodice didn't do enough to shape her slightly thicker form while her stomach bulged out and her thighs flared thickly. Her hips now, instead of being the widest part of her hourglass form, were just the width of her entire form that seemed more like a glass than an hourglass. While the gown was tight on her body and legs, the top where her breasts were meant to fill in was loose and ill-fitting, slipping down her shoulders and along her decollete with every move of her upper body. Yet, she lacked none of her usual confidence. She walked forward with a swing of her hips and a swish of her plump, lumpy ass as though her body looked just the same. Every step made the cock between her thighs shift and sway with the heft of her balls swishing side to side and rustling against the skirt of her dress.

While Mark's make-up looked perfect and smooth and light, Malena's looked heavier than ever. Her cheeks were smeared with a bright red that caught on her skin and seemed much to bright. Her eyelashes were painted with thick, heavy black to try and lift them up into their usual curl. She seemed utterly unbothered by it though, confidence still oozing out of her. She acted as though she'd always been a manly princess shoved into a gown, but as Mark spotted her his eyes went wide.

"She's changed so much-" He looked down at himself. He couldn't really see how he'd changed so much. He felt like he'd put on some different clothes, but he felt natural and settled. His body felt the same, maybe even better now than before. He didn't notice how he'd slimmed.

Though in reality she looked like an unconvincing drag queen more than a real queen.