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Transgendered Fairy Tales: Cinderella's Slippers By Dee Dee Perri CHAPTER 1 437 A.D. A cold, heavy mist hung over the castle and the surrounding village as the earth waited for the arrival of the sun. It would be dawn in a few minutes and still the old woman had been unable to discover the secret of the glass slippers. The first hint of light already was evident in the East. Time was running out and she knew it. "Maybe Cinderella's step-sisters were wrong!" Muttered the old woman to herself. Her face twisted into a mask of concentration as she held first one slipper and then the other toward the light from the briskly burning log in the fireplace. Still how could someone of Cinderella's obvious beauty pass unnoticed all of these years in such a small village? She mused. And to live in this particular village! The castle was little more that a few hundred paces from Cinderella's home. It was common knowledge that Prince Roberto had seduced scores of attractive maidens in the kingdom. Yet scarcely more than three months ago Cinderella and the Prince had met for the first time- at the royal ball. In a matter of weeks, her and the kingdom's Prince "Charming" were wed. Something smelled of old fish, yes it did! The last thought raised a bitter taste in Madam Russ' mouth. As a marriage broker she receive a tenth part of the dowry when a marriage contract was completed, normally a substantial sum when royalty was involved. But the Prince, she reflected, married a commoner without family! The old woman's heart began to beat faster as her anger resurfaced. A year of effort and at no modest expense either and for what? No dowry! No fee! She and her son would face lean times indeed this winter thanks to this Prince who thought with his loins. Her foot ached from her earlier attempts to force it into one of the slippers. Once again she held both of them up to the light. My feet are not large, at least by ordinary standards, but these slippers are so impossibly small. If wearing them were the secret by which the magic was triggered...and she paused to look across the chamber at her son Stuart. Not him! Like his father- big all over. *************** Larry sat in the unheated foyer shaking from the cold. He was none too happy for being kept from his bed all night by Madam Russ. His mistress had used him tonight, as she had on other occasions, because his misshapen body could squeeze into the most improbable of places. In the late hours of the morning he had entered the royal bedchamber of the Prince and his new wife. And to do what! Steal a pair of slippers! Insane! Lawrence Stump didn't try to understand the often complex motives of his mistress. It was enough that she gave him food and shelter and even treated him as a human being- sometimes. Only Larry's mother had ever show him kindness and then only occasionally. And after she died- well his own father had been only too eager to sell him into Madam Russ' service! Abruptly the old woman in the next room called out. "Stump!" A gust of hot air greeted him as he pushed open the door. "Yes Mistress?" *************** She held a glass slipper in each hand. Pointing to the only chair in the room with a nod of her head she ordered him to sit down. "Stuart, please help the boy take his boots off." And without pausing she directed her eyes back to her servant. "And Stump, when you are done- put these on!" She held the fragile looking slippers under his nose. There was certainly no way that they would fit, thought Larry as he tried to shove his toes into the first slipper. "The other one you dunce!" his mistress growled. Stuart, standing with his back against the door, snickered. "Oh!" the boy blurted out with embarrassment. His left foot was but half the size of his right. "Sorry Mistress." Impatient, Madam Russ grabbed the second slipper from his hand and shoved it onto the boy's smaller foot. Unlike the attempts made earlier by the old woman, Larry's toes were still in the first slipper when the second set made contact. That instant an amazing thing happened. Both feet suddenly slipped easily into the slippers, indeed, the fit was perfect. The startled boy yelped. Standing somewhat unsteadily, his mouth hung in open neglect as he looked down. For the first time in his brief, mean existence, Larry had two small but perfectly formed feet. With a mewl he called to his mistress, "I feel so queer..." Madam Russ grabbed the swaying body and eased it back into the chair. "Stuart, help me remove his tunic!" The boy was still conscious and began to babble incoherently as his mistress and Stuart struggled to undress him. Larry's body was rubbery, almost lifeless in their hands. Stuart began cursing the boy for his failure to cooperate. Suddenly the resisting garment came clear of the boy's head. Stumbling backward with the soiled brown tunic still tightly clutched in his hand, it was Stuart's turn to stand with his mouth agape. The boy had always been pale but now his skin was white. Like freshly fallen snow. And he was totally devoid of hair. Not a trace of any existed on the surface of his body. The boy had suddenly become an albino. But the eyes! Not green as they had been, nor pink, but blue. A blue so pale as to be almost without color. The pale, pale blue eyes gave his features a ghostly aspect. The boy, with a bewildered expression on his face, opened his mouth as if to speak but at that instant his eyes began to expand as if in wonder. Stuart was startled to note that the boy's eyes were actually increasing in size. Extraordinarily long, silver lashes then began to emerge from his eyelids. Now, all at once it seemed to Stuart, every aspect of Larry's face was changing. The head, which had been misshapen from birth became more symmetrical, while the long nose retreated in size and the boy's thin lips grew much more generous. More subtle adjustments in his facial bones eventually forced the full lips into a perpetual pout. Madam Russ didn't notice the changes in the boy's features, at first, for her eyes were fixated else where. The hips and thighs filled out into smooth rounded curves even as the waist was sharply drawn inward. An instant later the body appeared to suck in Larry's male genitals and replace them with a feminine slit. Startled by this sudden transformation, she jerked her gaze upward and accidentally witnessed the eruption of a pair of conical breasts from the previously flat chest. Then the boy's small brown nipples swelled, eventually reaching the size of wren's eggs. Gradually changing from their original brown, the nipples were a pale pink at the end of the change. A color, she noted later, that matched the boy's pouting lips. How much time had elapsed from the moment Larry's feet had entered the glass slippers was unknown. It could have been hours for all that Madam Russ knew since both she and her son had been transfixed by the metamorphosis of Larry from youth into maid. The sound of the cock greeting the dawn startled her back into awareness. She turned and hurriedly opened the shuttered window for a look at the new day. Wisps of fog still lingered in the dark street but the faint blush of light meant only one thing- time had run out. What to do? Her mind was racing frantically. I will not give up these slippers! Never! With a fist planted on each ample hip she slowly turned to face her son. His eyes however were still fixated upon the nude form sitting in the chair. "Stuart! There's no time for day dreaming! We must leave- immediately!" Handing him a small purse, she continued. "Three horses. Be quick my son, for what we steal is of great value. If the Princess discovers her loss while we are within reach of the Kings soldiers...?" Then with a smile she said. "Stuart, this is but the beginning. Soon we'll be rich!" But he continued to look hungrily toward Larry's pale form. Beautiful thick, silvery hair was now hung down his? her shoulders, almost to her waist. "Mother," he started to speak but she cut him off with a wave of a hand. "When you've made a deal for the animals, use what's left to purchase supplies. We'll have little time for Inns, I'm afraid, while we're within reach of the Princess. Now hurry!" With a look of resignation on his face, he turned and left the room, snatching a quick glance over his shoulder at the metamorph. *************** Madam Russ had been a match maker, trader in human flesh, for nearly 30 years now, ever since her husband died. It was either that or starve. And the world was a terrible, cruel place for a poor widow. "Stand up!" she ordered the bemused nude figure. And when he or rather she responded Madam smiled. "Well at least you are not deaf. Are you dumb, my little one?" And indeed she was little for Madam Russ, at an even 5 foot, was now looking down at the creature's up turned face. "Ah, Mistress?" Before Larry could continue, Madam Russ interrupted her. "A beautiful voice, yes? A flute, ah yes surely a flute." And then she smiled. "Lawrence Stump seems like such an...inappropriate name, so harsh for one so sweet my dear." "Lawrence, Larry, Laurie, Sherry, Mary...Ah! Merry like in joy...of Stratford, that's it! Eventually my dear Meeeerrrrry, some very rich man will be dying to take care of you. That is after I have taught you how to utilize all of your impressive charms. Merry of Stratford, you will do well by me and I by you!" Without warning the old woman pulled back Merry's lips, much as one might inspect a horse. "Ah! The teeth look good", she mused to herself out loud, "and the breath?" She nearly stuck her nose in the creature's mouth. "Yes sweet and pure." Running her hands across the girl's back, shoulders and buttocks she once again muttered to herself, "Skin as soft as a baby!" Lifting the conical breasts, "Good, a bit heavy but firm like her ass." A quick pinch of the right nipple caused an immediate erection. A few moments later, the left responded without prompting. "Excellent! Now sit down- girl!" "Fine hips, you should have no trouble carrying children if that is required. And my dear," the old woman paused as she straighten up with her hands pressing against the small of her back. "In this body you are a virgin! Now that might matter to some men you know. Dear Merry, you are possibly the most perfect woman in this or any other kingdom, Cinderella excluded of course." "Now we need to find you some clothes, my dear. Something warm and comfortable, but we must keep you inconspicuous until we are safely gone from here." As Madam Russ turned to open her closet, the newly created Merry asked, "Will I always be this way mistress?" Without turning around, the Madam Russ replied with a smile in her voice, "Of course Dear, always. Surely you do not wish to be returned to your old, ugly, deformed body. Now hold this dress while I look for some undergarments, little one." CHAPTER 2 It was true that the Prince was both egotistical and self-centered, but it wasn't really his fault. As a crown prince with no sibling and his mother dead many years, only his father's authority exceeded his own. And his father, Henry of the Vainfair, knew not the word "no" when it came to the wants of his only child. It was difficult enough to be reared under these conditions but alas, Prince Roberto was also beautiful. His jet black hair fell in thick waves to his broad, powerful shoulders. Brilliant cobalt blue eyes sat symmetrically above a powerful nose and massive chin. Although he was but 20 now, women, it seemed, had always available for him. He was simply Prince Charming. There were only three activities that Prince Roberto really enjoyed: fighting, drinking and whoring. Of the three, certainly whoring was his favorite. That was probably why his friends were so surprised when he married Cinderella a few months earlier. Oh she was beautiful enough his good friend Hammond of Garth's Field had admitted, but to restrict yourself to but one lass when hundreds were willing to spread their legs- well it just didn't make good sense. Good sense or not, thought Roberto as he lay in the early morning dark with his Princess asleep by his side, she was so- beautiful. Having had Cinderella, well- all other women by comparison were ordinary. Slipping back under the quilt, Roberto reached across to the warm form now curled into a fetal position. His hand lightly stroked her back and then moved further to pass around her side still seeking one of her magnificent breasts. An instant later he sprung from the bed, his face a mask of alarm as he back away from the sleeping form. The unexpected cold of the brass door handle pressing against his ass stopped his rearward retreat. Quickly he turned and fled the room. The King was already dressed and about to leave his bedchamber when his naked and obviously agitated son barged into the room. "Da! Da!" Prince Roberto called out. Unconscious of the fact that he had reverted to a long forgotten childhood cry for his father, Roberto continued, "Da! Cinderella! Gone! There is an old crone in my bed! Quick! Da come!" The King began yelling for the chamber guards even as he followed his son down the hall. The commotion jarred Cinderella from her sleep. She saw her husband's face as she opened her eyes. "Roberto?" And then the glaring countenance of the King. "Sire?" "Wench! What are you doing in my son's bed?" The King bellowed in her face. "Old crone!" screech Roberto. "What have you done with my Princess?" And with that he jerked the bedclothes to the floor. "What?" she started to speak as she simultaneously attempted to cover her nakedness. Small flabby breasts spilled down her chest as if they meant to flow to the floor. Her rough, red hands with short broken nails scrambled to retrieve the arrant tits. She now began to shake in alarm. "Sire?" she started again but then no more words came from her mouth. The King turned away from her. Now in a commanding voice he was ordering the assembled guards. "Search the castle from top to bottom! I want Cinderella found! The gates are not to be open this morning until she is! No one is to leave! Double the guards on the gates! Search the village and all roads leading away from here! Go! Go! Make haste men for King and Kingdom!" Prince Roberto was still staring at the old woman. She is almost old enough to be my mother he discovered with alarm. At least 35 and maybe more- look at the wrinkles about her eyes. A servant woman by the looks of her knees. Disgusting that I was lying with the likes of her. A shudder passed over his body. "Old woman- what have you done with my beautiful Cinderella? Tell me now or you will surely die a horrible death!" "I'm Cinderella." she whimpered softly. Immediately Roberto's hand flashed out. The sudden blow to her face all but knocked her unconscious. A thin trickle of blood sprung from the side of her mouth but her eyes flashed back defiance. She had known abuse for all of her life, being struck was not unknown. "Bitch! That can not be so! Cinderella is young and beautiful not ugly and used up like you." But for a moment, a look of recognition did come into his eyes. Although she looked not at all like his wife he could sense that she was telling the truth. But it was not a truth that he could tolerate. The King, hardly noticing the exchange between Roberto and the wench on the bed, gave orders to the remaining guards. "Talber, take this filth to the dungeon. Make sure that she is well- protected." And now turning to Cinderella he said. "Woman, we will get to the bottom of this even if we have to cut the truth from your repulsive form!" and with that both he and his still naked son stomped from the room. *************** Madam Russ was quite agitated by the time her son returned to the inn. "What took you so long boy? Do you wish to die in a filthy dungeon? It is nearly 8 o'clock. The sun is high and we must be well on our way!" Stuart ducked his head and shrugged his ample shoulders. "Mother, the castle gates remain locked even at this late hour. Soldiers are everywhere! And..." he paused. "And rumors abound that the Princess has been kidnapped!" "Kidnapped !" A sagacious look came over her face. As Stuart's mother fell into deep thought, Stuart's eyes quickly found the now clothed form of Larry huddled beside the hearth. Even covered in the long, dark woolen dress, the exotic beauty was still evident. His gaze locked on to hers for but the briefest moment. Larry quickly dropped his eyes but the quick rise of color on his cheeks was all the signal that Stuart needed. He could feel his cock swell beneath his cod piece. His mother had caught their exchange of gaze. It's like leaving the fox to guard the hen she thought, but unavoidable. "Son keep an eye on her." Nodding her head toward the seated figure. "Her name is Merry, like happy or joy. Merry of Stratford. Be ready to leave as soon as I get back." "Where are you going Mother?" Asked Stuart. "To the castle of course. My old friend John Middlebrows, the Chief Steward, should be able to give me what information there is regarding our Princess. And don't damage this fair maid, my child, or there will be Hell to pay, if you get my drift!" *************** Almost at the moment that his mother closed the foyer door, Stuart began to remove his outer garments. Larry, in spite of the sexual transformation that he had undergone but a few hours earlier, was still, in his mind, a male. He had no desire to be treated to Stuart's attentions. Indeed he was terrified. While he watched Stuart disrobe from the corner of his eye, he pretended not to take notice of what was happening. His pretense of disinterest made not the least impact upon the now nearly naked man. An unruly mass of black kinky hair covered Stuart's heavily muscled chest and legs. At last he removed a pair of linen short pants. A massive rod arose from the heavy black bush of his groin. Involuntarily, a groan slipped from Larry's full pouting lips and his body began to shake with fear. "A man has come to visit you fair maid and he brings with him a close friend! Spread your legs Merry dear and I'll make the introductions." Stuart's face was distorted and red. He was panting as if from a long sprint; his great tongue was lolling from his mouth and his arms were spread out wide as if to ensure that Larry could not flee past him. In short, Larry's worst fears were to be confirmed. Stuart need not to have worried regarding any attempt by Larry to flee. Larry's fear had turned his legs to jelly. Unintelligible whimpers issued from the rich pale lips as he lay awaiting his rapist. He didn't have long to wait. Having not possessed a cunt before this morning, Larry had not the least idea of what it would be like to receive rather than give. Stuart's cock was so big and hard and Larry's cunt so small and unprepared, the initial impressions were only of pressure and pain, but pain was an old friend to Larry. If one could comprehend the pain then one could survive. It was only the fact that Stuart, in his haste, had thrown Larry's long woolen skirt over his face that really bothered the boy-woman for it was more difficult to breathe. Soon, Stuart began to move violently. In jerky spasms he came into the virgin cleft. He quickly pulled himself free and then completely broke contact with the pale white form. Larry lay there for a while, still in great terror. Finally he pushed away the heavy wool material from his face and curled up in a tight little ball on his side. At first Larry was afraid to open his eyes. He just lay there like a broken doll. If that is as bad as it can get he concluded, well I've suffered far worse. Finally he opened his eyes. Returning his stare was Stuart now seated on the floor about four feet away. "Take off those ugly clothes!" Stuart croaked. "Now!" Larry pulled at the buttons that went down the front of the dress. His long slender fingers were capped with delicate pink nails. He had not noticed them before. Slowly the material fell away. His breasts poked their way into the room as Larry wiggled his arms and shoulders free. The bouncing boobs caught and held Stuart's attention as Larry finally stood up and stepped out of the heavy dress. It was obvious that Stuart would have him again. But Larry was now at least master of his fear. Now standing, Stuart pulled Larry to him. Not sure of what was expected, Larry simply leaned against the massive chest and waited- willing his body not to shake. Stuart's great hands clasped the sides of Larry's head and then began to force it down. Now on his knees, Larry's generous lips were being pressed against Stuart's penis. "Suck damn you!" Even as Larry tentatively opened his mouth, Stuart took matters into his own. With a lunge of his pelvis, the swollen member went deep into Larry's throat. I'm no cock sucker thought Larry. But with each successive thrust Larry, in self defense, began to suck and lick vigorously. Later, as Larry was trying to deal with the fact that his mouth was full of cum, Stuart pushed him away and down onto the floor. Try as he might however, Stuart could not satisfy himself. The very presence of this pale maid continued to stimulate him. Every time he looked upon her form, his body reacted. For a while he tried to pretend that she was not there. But even as he paced while watching out of the window for the return of his mother he could feel his hard cock. Finally, with a groan, he pulled the shutters closed once again. This time Stuart slid between Larry's legs and immediately he began to lick the pink lips of Larry's cunt. For the first time, Larry felt a stirring. Something pleasant. Like a vibrating string that ran from his crotch to his nipples to the base of his brain and back again. Stuart began to lick and nuzzle a little higher. The moment his tongue slid wetly across the clitoris, the vibrating strings became electrical, like lightning striking from point to point. Larry began to moan. The musical sounds emitted from that pouting mouth ignited something inside Stuart as well. Larry's vagina became soppy wet and his hips began to thrash. Almost when the sensations had become too much, Stuart took Larry's left breast into his mouth; his cock slid into Larry's wet cunt. Unlike the previous times, both Larry and Stuart with their bodies tightly coupled in a sweaty embrace, were mounting the threshold of sexual release together. Something very central to Larry's identity slipped at that moment. In a world full of ugliness, Larry had never felt such pleasure. Nor had anyone, including his mother, given him a sense of worth, of value to another. But he knew at this instant, with the body he possessed, he could have and could control Stuart- or probably any other man for that matter. The transformation hadn't just taken his cock- it had given him power over men, a heady concept for one who had never had it before. At that second Larry had finally recognized and accepted his new identity for what it was, an opportunity to get off the bottom of the shit-hill of life. Chapter 3 The old woman was humming to her self as she flung open the door to her rented rooms. By whim of the gods, the King had flung Cinderella into the dungeon! Whether or not the interloper could talk herself out of her current situation did not matter to Madam Russ. Now there would be time to experiment with her new found possessions and from that to lay plans. She was quite taken back by what she found in the bed chamber. In but a few hours Merry had come into her own. "Child," she called out to Merry. "I was worried for your safety but ..." and the old woman began to laugh. "It seems that I should have been more concerned for the well being of my son. Ah my boy, you poked her with your rod only to be captured by her snatch!" She then left them to finish what they had started. A few minutes later a confident and even more radiant Merry walked into the setting area followed by a much used and rumpled Stuart. Even now, Stuart's eyes frequently flicked over to slide smoothly across Merry's figure. "Son, she is not like any woman you might have know. Like Cinderella, she is enchanted. Obviously you don't understand." she said, nodding her head slowly. "The more you take of her, my son, the more you will want. Magic!" The implications of this struck her. The slippers didn't just create a body that drove men crazy; no, the enchantment went deeper. To lie with such a woman was to be drawn ever more into her spell. Whether or not the Prince knew it, for the first time in months he was again free. If he knew this, would he really seek to save Cinderella? An interesting question , she thought as she watched her own son slide into a similar slavery. "At dusk, my dears, we will take a short journey to a cottage hidden in North Woods. Close enough to influence things here and far enough to experiment without premature discovery." This last statement echoed through a now empty room. Merry was already leading Stuart back into the bed chamber. "Some shopping while it is still light." she said now to herself, "for it might be difficult to return later." *************** They had found the cottage long after full darkness had descended. It had been little more that a wood cutter's cabin in earlier years and in its current state was but a fallen down shanty. All were too tired however to take much notice of the filth having slept not at all the night before. Apparently Stuart was the first to quit his sleep for his mother was awaken in the dim pre-dawn light by the sound of love making. When it was clear that they had finished, at least for the time, Madam Russ called out to both. "Enough children, for there is much to be done!" Under her breath she muttered, "Lass you will kill him if I can't find a way to mellow his fires." Hours later when some semblance of order had been created, Madam Russ called them out into the small clearing that lay beside the cottage. Without saying anything she began to undress. "Take off your clothes children," she ordered quietly. "But why mother?" Stuart asked. "To experiment, dear. We are each going to try on these slippers until I fully understand the nature of them." "But! But!" exclaimed Stuart. "Fear not my son. It is not my desire to have you as a maiden, or at least not for long. If things work as I suspect, in time I will be Queen of this Kingdom and you, in time, the Crown Prince. So show some courage and let us begin!" "Now as I suspect, Cinderella lost her enchanted form when Merry put on the stolen slippers. Thus my son, when you put on the same, your form should change and Merry will revert to Larry. Any questions? Fine, now son hold your feet still." His face went pale as his mother approached him. "Let's think about this first..." Stuart's plea to his mother was broken off almost the second that the slippers were placed on his feet. Although no change in his form was as yet evident, Stuart gasped, "My insides are all a quiver and...and...and- ." He was unable to complete his statement. Apparently the spell followed no fixed order, for unlike the transformation of Larry into Merry, initially none of Stuart's course black hair was affected. Indeed, for a moment, Stuart seemed to increase in stature. But then his torso began to melt into a distinctively feminine pattern. His hips swelled even as his shoulders shrank. A very tall but slender and hairy woman was emerging. Stuart appeared to grab at his penis as it began to shrink, but to no avail. Now whimpering, he continued to rub his crotch where his cock had disappeared. "Mother...?" It appeared as if he were somehow fighting the process. Now again erect he began walking as if he were drunk. But the more he fought the process, the more feminine he became. Finally his hair disappeared even as his hips spread out still further and further. "Please stop it mother!" he said in a now silvery liquid voice. Now the change was moving at an overwhelming pace. A cute, almost child like face evolved from Stuart's heavy features. Now flat on his back, hands pressed against his chest, Stuart was attempting to hold back the tissue which was swelling there. But in spite of his attempt, the breasts continued to grow. First matching the size of Merry's and then exceeding that by a considerable amount. Moments after the last of the change had been completed, Stuart struggled up into a setting position. In an altogether charming, if childish voice, he said, "Damn these jugs are heavy! I make Merry look like an infant in almost every department!" And this was no considerable exaggeration noted his mother. And then a look of horror came over the old woman's face. "Look at Merry!" "Don't see anything different." The blond, green eye young woman responded. For in truth Stuart couldn't see anything different about Merry. "My point exactly!" exclaimed His Mother. "Something is terribly wrong. She should have reverted to her original form." "What?" screeched the voluptuous beauty, her excessively large breasts shaken by the effort expended to yell so loud. Mother, you said that you had it all worked out!" *************** "Sire," began John Middlebrows, Chief Steward, "The woman is ah- Cinderella, of that there is no doubt." King Henry suddenly pulled himself up from a slouch. "Say again John?" The old servant woman in the dungeon and Princess Cinderella are one and the same person my liege. Then what she said to my son this morning was true. The thought bothered the king and his concern showed on his face. "A curse then?" "No Sire, but the reverse appears to be true." "I don't follow you my dear friend." "The Princess was not hexed rather ah- she is as she has always been. Ah, your highness, she used a spell to enhance her beauty and her youth. Sire, before your son married her we had countless reports that she was but a poor servant woman. The Brown family, the mistress of the house and her two daughters, all claimed that Cinderella was but a lowly wench!" "Why was I not told this before?" "Sire, the Prince wanted only to marry Cinderella at the time. Remember that- that marriage broker, her name slips my tongue Sire, but that old woman was quite emphatic that no royal marriage should take place unless Cinderella's family could be identified. A pig in a poke, said she!" "Ah yes!" said the King with a sigh. "Sorry John. I was, after all, only concerned for my son. He was so- taken by Cinderella." "It wasn't his fault Sire. The woman was either a witch or used a witches spell. He was enchanted. Your highness, the marriage-" "Enough John!" The King's face was red with anger. "You've made your point. We'll have a trial. After the witnesses, the tart will burn and that will be that!" "Sire," The King's Steward moaned. "There are other aspects that you should consider. A public trial Sire, it can not be. If others hear of this- " and the Steward's face went white. King Rupert of the Midlands or even worst, those Anglo-Saxons to the East. A witch in our royal family? They would like nothing better than an excuse to set this house in order. Sire, the very existence of the Vainfair family in this Kingdom would be at risk!" "Then just kill her and be done with it. She never need leave the dungeon!" "Better Sire, but there is another option. Exile!" "What?" "Sire, if she is a witch, and I very much doubt that, she is a damned poor one. Otherwise why would she have fallen to this low station. This morning, while under torture, I was convinced that she would have given anything to end the pain but it continued until I ended it. No, I am sure that she obtained a magical device, a potent, something to enhance her beauty and her youth. Sire YOUTH! Send her into exile and with her a trusted agent. In time, we may yet learn of how she achieved this enchantment. And Sire, out of the Kingdom, she would be no danger to us of that I am sure." "What agent?" "My son." "Who- Oh! Your bastard- Corwin!" Middlebrow's ears and neck reddened at the term bastard. "The boy is both reliable and trustworthy Sire." "Make it so Steward!" As the Steward started for the chamber door his King called out, "John, I really loved her. Probably more than my son did. She had good spirit and a level head. I'm glad that you found an alternative. I would not have enjoyed her burning." "Good day Sire." *************** "Get your big tits over here Stuart, Mother has a solution!" I hope, she muttered to herself. "Where is Merry?" "Down by the stream, mother. Shall I call her?" Stuart asked in his sweet childlike voice. "If I'm correct, it shouldn't matter." "But she wouldn't want to miss this." "Don't worry, if it works, she'll know immediately. Now take these!" The old woman held out the glass slippers to her son in the long blond hair. "Not again mother!" "Don't think that it would matter son, not looking like you do already. No- YOU put them on ME!" "Right..." the blond sex pot thought it over before taking the footwear. "Oh!" exclaimed Madam Russ as the tiny slippers met and melted with her feet. "This could take some adjustment. It's like stepping into hot, very hot water!" And indeed, her face became red and she began to sweat. "Mother, are you all right?" The childish voice carried his sense of alarm. "Oh! Yes! Oh!" Her face became glazed and then a big smile broke out across her wrinkled features. "The energy I feel..." The changes in the old woman were by no means as extreme as those encountered earlier with Larry or Stuart. In fact, they seemed to follow the general guidelines that had led her into maturity. She was regressing rapidly back to her younger form though Stuart was no longer able to follow the course of her metamorphous. Stuart fell to the ground for he also was regressing but this time back to his initial form. Madam Russ was the first to recover her senses. She was not only young again, but even without a mirror it was obvious that her natural beauty, as must have been the case with Cinderella, was augmented. Her gray hair was once again black but of a body and length that she had never imagined possible. Her fine skin was it once clearer and more perfect than it had ever been. Long, well articulated fingers lingered on full breasts that stood unnaturally erect. The swell of her slim hips was emphasized by an extremely small waist. And legs...so long. They must have grown at least five inches. "Mother?" Stuart gasped in astonishment. "Mother, you are so- ah- sexy!" Her broad smile revealed her now perfect teeth. "Son, I think your clothes will fit you again." Stuart looked down at his body. Gone were the big boobs and the long golden locks. His big prick was dangling midst a thick thatch of black curly hair. "Mother," and this time his low masculine voice was heard coming from his mouth, "you did it!" Only now did both of them hear Larry shrieking. The still wet youth was running in his familiar uneven gate toward them. "Yes boys," the very beautiful young woman said. "Now let us go back into the cottage and plan our campaign. In time we will rule this kingdom! Yes, our time has come!" CHAPTER 4 Corwin sat astride his mount; his eyes remained fixed on the dwindling figure of Cinderella. Soon both she and her new escort disappeared from view. Now turning his horse and his back on the river border between the Kingdom of the Vainfair and the Midlands Empire, he began his long journey home. His father would not be pleased with his performance, for he had learned but little of the enchantment. His mind flashed back to that night when this torturous ride had begun. The woman had been led, under guard, from the dungeon into the cold night air wearing nothing but a thin cotton shift. Even before the brutal, icy wind caught at the filthy garment, her teeth began to chatter uncontrollably. They had ridden in silence together for hours. It was only with the light of dawn that Corwin became fully aware of the wrenched condition of his charge. Astride her mount with her face drawn tightly by pain, she clung to the pommel as a drowning man to a piece of flotsam. He was forced to make but the first of many rest stops. He applied ointments to the numerous burns that had been inflicted upon her flesh by the dungeon master but there was little that he could do for her arm and hand. Resetting the bones was surely impossible given the number that were broken. A simple splint was all that he could manage. It was obvious that if she was not struck down by the fever that would surely follow, neither her arm nor hand would be of much service to her ever again. For a few hours that first morning, after his sincere attempt to provide her some semblance of comfort, Cinderella talked to her benefactor. She told him of her grandmother of fairy origin and of her mother, the offspring of a human-fairy coupling. Of how the Fairy folk had intervened on her behalf and the resulting marriage to the Prince. She gave him much history of these creatures and even more than he wanted to know regarding her own family but all too little regarding the specifics of the actual enchantment. But Corwin was a patient man. In time, he had thought, I will learn all that my father wants to know. But such was not to be the case. Her willing flow of talk soon ceased as the fever grabbed her. For several days he attended her, for travel was not possible. When once again they were on the road, she no longer talked except to make her needs known. While pain was still clearly etched on her thin face, for the knitting of the bones was not going well, this expression was gradually replaced by a new ugliness. Bitter over her treatment by her husband and her father-in-law, indeed bitter over nearly all the experiences that she had received at the hands of everyone in the Kingdom of the Vainfair, she was determined to end her relationship with the race of her Father and Father's Father. Somewhere in the far north, near Land's End, she would seek out her Mother's folk. Now Corwin's task was completed, he was in a hurry to arrive at the Inn of the Stag located some half day's travel south. For a week he had not known warm food nor wine nor woman and the Inn of the Stag was certainly the best that could be found on North Road. He drove his horse hard all afternoon. It was with considerable relief that he took a place on the long table at the Inn. The smell of hot mutton stew stimulated his brain even as the raw wine struck his stomach. And the serving maids who later in the evening would serve in yet another fashion were attractive enough. Corwin was content. Just as he was lifting his wooden spoon from the steaming bowl before him, a stranger approached him. "Requesting your pardon kind sir," began the stranger, his countenance dominated by an unruly mass of curly black hair that began at the top of his head and seemed to explode from all the uncovered parts of his body. Now stopping to twist a much abused hat between his hands and his eyes not quite seeking Corwin's he continued, "Sire, if you be Master Corwin, bastard son of Middlebrows?" He stopped and then continued, "Of the Castle of the Vainfair?" Corwin's eyebrows rose in surprise and he answered with but a nod of his head. "Master Corwin, a lady, gave me this message to deliver." with that the man handed Corwin a small package wrapped in an oiled skin. Corwin found a note and a second bundle enclosed. Even in the dim light Corwin could make out the large script at the bottom of the note which said: Princess Cinderella, her own mark. And next to that a childishly drawn "X". Like all common folk and most nobles as well, Cinderella was illiterate. The woman had surely found a scribe and dictated this message. Corwin's heart beat faster for possibly his mission had not failed. Why go to such trouble unless she had decided to give him some information of value. The secret of the enchantment- of course. The principle script was a bastard mix of Latin and Celtic derived Latin. Without comment to the messenger, Corwin walked over to the fire place where the light was better for reading. The message read: "Dear Corwin, I have but one last request to make of you. Please deliver the package enclosed to my dear husband. It is essential that it be handed to him personally by yourself else- he might misunderstand my intent." While Corwin's back was turned and his concentration was on the message in his hand, the messenger quietly poured the contents of a small package into Corwin's flagon of wine. Then, just as quietly, the stranger left the inn. Corwin itched with curiosity. He wanted very much to open the second package but it was sealed. Soon hunger gained an upper hand over Corwin's curiosity. Placing the small package inside his leather jerkin he returned to his meal. The evening was still young and the serving maids would be occupied for yet more hours in the serving room. Corwin was simply too sleepy to wait. Stumbling to his small cell like room, he collapsed upon the cot. Having no more than removed his riding boots, he fell back and was instantly in a drug induced sleep. *************** The Inn was now quiet for all of the patrons had satisfied their various needs' hours earlier. Even the maids of the establishment were taking their much deserved rest and the inn keeper had long before counted his money and placed it into safety. Two shadows entered Corwin's room, one obviously a well endowed female and the second, a large male. A thin shaft of light followed them into the room from the hallway, otherwise the room was totally dark. The woman withdrew a pair of slippers from a bag held in her hand. A faint, but unusual, light was emitted from these objects as the footwear was placed upon the feet of the sleeping figure. Moments later, the shoes were removed and the two figures attempted to leave the dark room. Suddenly all three bodies began a process of transformation. The two awake figures struggled to maintain their balance. Indeed, they were able to exit the room with but the greatest difficulty. Even as they closed Corwin's door, a sharp exchange could be heard between these two figures. A stream of curses delivered in a curiously childish voice hung in the air for a moment before silence was regained. The reclining figure moved restlessly but remained in a dream filled sleep. *************** To say that Stuart was upset was an understatement. "Mother!" he said in disgust. "What in the name of the gods happened! And slow down damn it. With all of this bouncing up and down- my breasts are killing me!" At the instant that Madam Russ had placed the slippers on the sleeping Corwin, her youthful body had reversed its self to her true age and form. "Its better to go from young man to young woman, my child, than to suddenly regain 50 years of accumulated pain! And you better get adjusted to your altered figure!' "Mother?" "The rules of the enchantment I guess. Stuart, when I used the slippers on Middlebrows' bastard, apparently all of the spells cast under my hand were re-initiated. You will remain in your present form until I no longer need Corwin transformed." "How long? Mother, how long? Please tell me." Stuart's voice quivered with concern. "Weeks, possibly months dear. Now be a man and quit whining!" "Mother that's just what I want!" He spit out angrily. *************** Corwin awoke from what must have been a nightmare. While attempting to set up in the dark, unfamiliar room, something grabbed him by his hair. Threshing about, clearly on the edge of panic, it took him a few seconds to discover that it was but his own hair that was tangled on the bed frame. The momentary relief that he experienced was quickly disrupted however as his hands sought to undo this problem. His heart began to beat as if it would rupture itself. His hair, which was but a few hands long when he went to sleep, seemed to be endless now. Finally able to stand, it hung nearly to the floor in thick waves. The very act of standing up however brought with it new sensations that immediately drew his attention to other aspects of his body for breasts jiggled beneath his leather jerkin. Corwin stood between screaming and fleeing into the night. It was the latter urge that won out. Moments later he stood outside the Inn. The now overly large riding boots hung from his left hand. The moon-less dark was scarcely better that the pitch black of his room, though now he could resolve his own silhouette. Although his leather jerkin and pants tended to obscure the finer details of his body, there was no doubt of the overall effect. He would have to cut some 5 inches off the length of his legging if he were to walk comfortably. The boots were far too large and under his cod piece, the genitals were completely wrong. As Corwin squatted to relieve his bladder only to experience the warm spread of urine down both legs, he came to one conclusion. Cinderella must surely have had a hand in this enchantment! Timed as it was with her message to him earlier in the evening and her own admission of having used fairy magic, it could be none other. Precisely how or why...Her obvious bitterness probably explained the why, although it was not clear as to her reasoning. Of all people, why me? Clearly the enchantment could be cast from a distance for Cinderella, in her condition, could not have caught up with him. Or could she? The process of saddling his horse required far more time and effort than usual. As his unmanned figure struggled with what appeared to be heavier equipment and a taller animal, made all the more difficult because his horse reacted to him as a stranger, he continued to cast his eyes into the darkness as if expecting to see Cinderella's silhouette. As he pulled himself up upon his steed, he finally made up his mind to return to Castle of the Vainfair as quickly as possible. The Prince must be warned! CHAPTER 5 Lawrence Stump had been asleep on his make shift bed of rags beside the fireplace in the cottage when the form-changing spell was inadvertently re-established by his mistress. His half open eyes, still clouded by sleep, were unable, at first, to comprehend what had happened. Forcing himself up into a setting position, Larry looked down. Now a pair of pink nipples were evident as they poked out of the blanket of silver hair that cascaded off his shoulders and down his chest. His voluptuous lips opened slightly as his mouth widened into a smile. It had been more than a week since his mistress had ended his enchantment while "experimenting" with the slippers. The return to being just Larry again had been brutal. And she had promised- not that broken promises were anything new to him. Now it was all suddenly- better. And this time he was alone; the thought excited him. His mistress and Stuart would not be back for days, of that he was sure. Freedom as Larry was nothing much special but- as Merry! He held his hands before his face. In the flickering light of the flame he studied them. Graceful! A term that no one, including Larry, would normally apply to any aspect of his self, but Merry was pure feminine beauty- in all its aspects! He parted the hair covering his bosom, exposing his admirable tits. His delicate, soft fingers moved lightly across the pink nipples. The mild sensuality of the yet softer tissue against his fingers was quickly suppressed by the more compelling sensuality triggered inside his breasts. The tingling lanced downward causing his clit to engorge. "Hum!" He sighed as his hands followed the stronger sensation that now rested between his legs. It was familiar, in an unfamiliar way, as if his penis were now the fully erect clit- but the wetness- the urgency of his cunt was an alien sensation. It would be hours before dawn, but when it came, "Merry" would make her way into the village. Alone! Alone to explore the newly found power that this exotic body gave to the normally awkward, ugly and unwanted boy. But first, there was the matter of clothing. Nothing ordinary this time, he mused. With needle and thread and shears, something from the old woman's wardrobe could be transformed! Later there would be time enough to satisfy his hungry cunt. *************** Corwin had been traveling south on the North Road for nearly 12 hours. With his horse moving at a brisk canter, his long brown hair trailed behind him like the tail of a comet. An up-turned nose sat on an oval face formed by full cheeks but the total configuration was dominated by his eyes: very wide and very brown. Indeed, everything about him was brown. At this northern latitude, skin as richly dark as his was virtually unknown. But it was not his skin, nor his exceptional hair that caused other travelers to turn and gap at this strange woman; she was dressed in warrior's garb. In fact, she was dressed as a member of the King's own elite guard. The transvestite was both comical and in poor taste at the same time. "Lady, if that's what you be," called out one disgruntled pedestrian early in the day, "those are clothes for a man, not for one like you." As the morning progressed and the number of travelers on the highway increased, Corwin now began to encounter groups of commuters. Possibly emboldened by their numbers, the verbal comments escalated into verbal attacks and finally into an attempted rape. Corwin's apparent sexual mis-alignment was taken by some men as a challenge to their own manhood. "A good stiff cock in your cunt, girlie will get you out of those pants!" The man had called out. With his friends egging him on, he turned his horse and began to pursue the arrant woman. By noon, Corwin had enough. A few minutes earlier he had pulled out his sword against the assailant. The sword's weight and awkwardness in his small hand was a sure warning that his defense would be inadequate. He had been forced, much to his embarrassment, to flee rather than stand. Had it not been for the speed and strength of his steed, surely he would have been raped and probably robbed as well. The sight of chimney smoke off to the right, well removed from the road, suggested to him an alternative. Moments later, the strangely dressed woman disappeared from view. *************** "Merry of Stratford?" Echoed the Inn keeper. His eyes were fixated on the young woman's lush cleavage that seemed to wiggle just every which way with each breath. "Breakfast? But you say that you have no money? Sally!" he suddenly called out to his wife. "I'll finish up here. I know that you are dying to visit with Rosie." The clap of the backdoor being closed brought a quick smile to the man's face. "Pink" he said. Merry pursed her lips. "What?" "Oh! I've gotten some Frankish wine you must try. It's ah- pink, like your ah- soft lips." Merry's mouth formed an "O" and she blushed beautifully. She was beginning to learn that promises, especially unspoken ones, can be powerful weapons. "You are ever so kind." she said as she continued the seduction and conquest of this man for no particular reason other than for the challenge it offered her. *************** "Shit!" panted Stuart as he struggled to mount his jutting tits upon the elaborate lattice of the gown. "Here, let me do it, son." Her hands on his titties caused him to startle. "What's wrong." "Nothing Mother. It's just that no one ah- has ever touched these things. It felt kind-a-funny." "Well, just get used to it son. Before your through with them, they'll be poked, grabbed, licked, sucked and bitten. Not to mention what men will do to other parts of your pretty little body." "Mother!" "Don't Mother me! You'll stay in that form as long as it is necessary. And if I tell you to suck some old man's smelly cock..." And she looked sternly at her blond, blue eyed womanly companion. "Well you'll do it! We have a Kingdom to conquer. And if we fail, like-as-not it'll be a headman's ax for both of us." With that she gave an extra strong tug on the girdle lace, causing Stuart to suddenly lose his breath. "But I can't breath!" "Shut up and quit being such a wimp! By the time we return to the North Wood, you'll be the woman that your body says you are- or else!" A kind expression came over her face as she pulled her child to her. "Look when you were a boy I told you to be a man. It's not so different now. Be a woman, be strong. Now let's get back on the road." *************** The man's face had been openly hostile and his greeting to the point, "Ain't no Inn- ah your Ladyship. Best get back on the road if you want to get to one before dark." He started to turn his back even before Corwin had a chance to reply. A woman poked her head out of the unshuttered window and gave a faint smile. "Looks like you've had some trouble M'lady." Corwin forced his face into the biggest smile that he could manage. It was hard to concentrate when he spoke; the sound of his own voice was so- distracting. In a breathy rush he made his carefully planned speech, "I am not as you see me now...a woman that is-ah these are my clothes and I have been enchanted and been made to look as I look now..." His words hung in the air. The reference to magic caused the man to turn around again and his wife to draw back. Seeing their reactions, Corwin realized the error of his approach. Pulling out the largest gold coin in his purse, he held it out toward the man. "If your good woman could but find me something to wear, a garment fit for travel-" The man's eyes lit up. His cottage and all that it contained, excluding his wife of course, was worth less than that coin. He was calculating. As a peasant he never dealt in gold. It looked to be 2 ounces, at 22 to 1, that would be 44 ounce pieces...or 176 standard silver pieces...he was still calculating when his wife joined them at the front of the cottage. "Magic or not," she exclaimed, "we can fix you up quick, right Gilcrew! Please come inside your Lady- ah..." "Never mind," Corwin sighed. "Just call me Corwin." CHAPTER 6 Merry found herself on the floor of an unfamiliar room the next morning. Her head was cradled in the groin of one nude male and her right arm was resting across the chest of another. As she tried to sit up, she found yet a third soundly asleep between her legs. All three were snoring so loudly it was remarkable that she hadn't been awaken earlier. She had no memory of how she had gotten here, or, for that matter, where here was. After she had sex with the inn keeper...She remembered that! Later the Inn had gradually filled with customers, all men. A warm glow came over her as she recalled the- adoration. All of the men- young and old alike seemed to be in love with her. She was the center of attention. This was something Lawrence Stump had never experienced! And then the wine! All freely given. The drunker she became the more they seemed to adore her. Even stumbling around shit-faced, the men were only too happy to hold and cuddle her. She could neither do nor say anything wrong. They laughed with her, taking pleasure in her silliness. Stump would have been cuffed or kicked had he fallen into such a state but not Merry. And then she could remember nothing more. She found her linen shift lying on the bed and after pulling it down over her head and carefully adjusting her breasts so that the nipples were covered, she left the room. "Good day!" an older woman called out to her as she closed the door behind her. "Sally's ma'name, Kendrick Flosses' wife? The Inn keeper?" Finally Merry's face show understanding if not recognition. The older woman reached into her pocket and pulled out several silver pieces. "These are for you lass. Business was exceptional last night and- well, here this is for you! And if you ever want to come again- well, for you lass, everything will be on the house!" And then with her chubby face wreathed in a smile, the woman turned away. Before returning to the cottage in the North Wood that morning, Merry had herself fitted for a dress, actually a rather elaborate gown that she described in some detail to the seamstress as she was being measured. Not that she had enough money on her at the time to pay for such a creation but well- before the dress of Eastern silk was completed she would earn enough, of that she was sure. *************** It had taken the woman many hours to create the traveling gown that Corwin had ordered. Indeed it was dark before she was done so Corwin delayed his departure until sunrise. It was while dressing that next morning that Corwin had his first chance to see his transformed figure in its entirety. There was no mirror, of course, for only the wealthy could afford such an expensive device. There were only two things that stood out in Corwin's mind regarding this body if one ignored the obvious- that it was female. The brown theme was one, for every aspect of this form was but variations in brown. Not red-brown or yellow-brown, but simply brown. His hair was a rich dark brown and his skin a lighter shade of the same. His nipples, the lips of his cunt and even the soles of his hands and feet were yet lighter, but all was brown. The second theme was of roundness. Nowhere on this body could he find an exception. His hands had told him the day before of his round face but now he could see that every thing followed the same pattern. Never had he seen a woman quite like this. His butt was of average size, for example, but each cheek formed a rounded sphere that stood out almost like breasts. And speaking of breasts. The first impression was that they were of ordinary proportions, that is, they jutted from his chest at about the same radius as they swelled both above and below his nipples. It was as if a single sphere had been cut in half and placed, side by side on his chest. But they occupied nearly the entire chest so that where the swell of one ended, the second one began. It was, indeed, these great round udders that had caused Gilcrew's wife so much difficulty. Fitting one of her dresses to Corwin's figure had been impossible. Eventually she had concluded that she would have to start from scratch. Corwin's inspection was interrupted by Gilcrew's wife. "Can I show you something unusual Corwin?" My Grandfather was an artist. He drew- well- strange creatures that he said he saw in the forest when he was a young man. Creatures like none that I have ever seen...before you." And with that she opened a wooden folder. Many sheets of velum were inside and on each were drawn semi-human figures. The first was a creature that was a man but with the hind legs and feet of a goat and the ears of a deer. She began to quickly flip through the folder until she found the one that seemed right to her. "He said that this was a wood nymph!" She handed him the drawing. It was obviously of a woman. Her sexuality was exaggerated by her lush rounded contours. The prominent rounded butt and the creamy brown flesh matched Corwin's body almost exactly. "But look at the eyes!" He exclaimed. For the eyes were huge brown globes, graceful and yet vulnerable at the same time. "The eyes of a doe!" And the mouth...it spoke of wanton carnality. "But it is your face Corwin! I didn't realize...Of course, you had no way of knowing. The spell that was cast upon you...You are not just a woman but an entirely different creature! The very essence of sensuality- of Spring and fertility!" *************** "Stuart, how much further do you think?" "We should be back by mid-day tomorrow Mother." They continued to ride in silence for some minutes before Stuart spoke up. "Does all this riding bother you?" "My crotch is sore, if that's what you mean. It's a constant reminder of just how old I am," the old woman concluded with a grimace. "Its making me horny as hell. Is that normal? I feel like I got to get something in there, you know. Its like I need to be reamed out..." His sweet, lilting voice trailed off. "Mother, there's something not right about this. My head's still me but this body, well it's fighting me or something. It want's a cock- to be fucked and...and I don't feel like being fucked." Confusion was in his eyes as well as in his feminine voice. "It can't make me? Can it?" His mother said nothing. "And this body," Stuart continued. "I've know a few in my day but Mother, nothing like this. These tits! They ain't natural. They stick out so far. How can boobies so big stand straight out?" Madam Russ had no answers for her son. His rising hysteria bothered her far more than she showed. Now, in an attempt to redirect his attention, she began to discuss their plan. "When Corwin reaches the King and eventually the Prince, the evidence of his transformation and the implication that Cinderella was responsible..." "Will scare the shit out of them!" Interrupted Stuart. "So when the Prince is transformed..." Began Madam Russ once again. "Yea, they'll figure Cinderella's the one! So she is the scape goat, so what is the point?" "Stuart, I am going to marry the King, not the asshole son. As a sexy young Princess, invited by none other than yours truly, Madam Russ, I will put my exceptional beauty to work on the old man. And the key is that he is old! And after we are properly married, I'll fuck him to death. Then I will be Queen!" "But what of the Prince?" "Ha! You mean Princess Roberto! I'll ship him off to one of the Frankish or German Kings after he has been properly trained. He'll marry and no longer carry the name Vainfair!" "But what about me Mother?" "When old King Henry is gone and my place secure, one night when all are asleep, I'll break the spell. Then you, my son, can use the shoes on me, of course. None should be the wiser." "And of Corwin, of Stump?" "Unimportant son. Spells come and spells go. People will take those changes in stride." *************** Hammond, his face flushed with either wine or excitement, waved to Prince Roberto as he rushed to catch up. "There is a new wench in the village!" He called out. "A creature of remarkable quality, my Lord! Like a goddess she is. Hair and skin like none that I have ever seen. A ray of moon light!" Prince Roberto was always interested in discoveries of "new" flesh. "Where, pray tell my dear Hammond, did you ever get such poetry? A ray of moon light indeed! And me with my Princess Cinderella gone but a fortnight." He