My Not So Happy Ever After free porn video
Author's note:
I know, I haven't yet finished Chem-Tech's Legacy, yet here I am starting
something new. I have been fully intending to carry on with Chem-Tech, I
have so much more tell about the lives of Tilly and co, however, I have
been battling with depression over the past few weeks and have not been
in the right mindset to be doing any writing at all.
I'm now in a better place to be writing, but given the dark place that
Chem-Tech currently is, I'm still not ready to carry on with it (the next
chapter is almost finished and will be so as soon as I'm ready. I can't
see it being long now). Instead I have opted start something a bit more
light hearted to get me in the swing of things.
The following was inspired by the artwork of Spawnfan's Ladies series on
deviantart, in particular the drawing called "Lady Plengski." (My
Deviantart name is Plengski. It's not a coincidence). I hope you enjoy.
My Not So Happy Ever After.
"But I don't understand why we can't specify ball gowns on the dress
code," whined Emily.
"Because there are some students from poorer families who wouldn't be
able to justify spending the amount it would cost to even rent a ball
gown," explained Caroline. "Prom is for everyone, we can't put people off
because they can't afford the dress code."
"I suppose you're right," Emily sulkingly agreed.
"I know how you feel," piped up Phoebe. "All the way through school I've
been looking forward to a prom where I could dress like a princess, but
we can't be selfish."
"So it's agreed," Caroline said. "The dress code will be smart/casual. I
know it's not going to be the prom that we wanted, but it will be one
that everyone can enjoy. What do you think Nick?" The three girls turned
to look at me. I awoke from a bit of a day dream.
"Erm, yeah, that seems fair," I agreed. I would have agreed to anything
that these girls said. For two reasons:
1) They were all drop dead gorgeous.
2) I had no real interest in organising prom, I was only asked to be on
the committee because they needed a male representative and I only agreed
because of reason number 1.
To be fair on them, they weren't just gorgeous, they were really nice
girls too. The bitchy crowd wanted to run the prom committee until they
realised they would actually have to do some work. They soon changed
their minds.
That was six weeks ago. Today was prom day. Although because of the dress
code fiasco, nobody was really treating it like one. It was just smart
trousers and shirts for the boys and party dresses for the girls. Only
the students who were already in couples were together, everybody else
were just going in groups of friends. I, however, had a plan to change
that.
You see, nobody outside of my family knew this, but I was a wizard, of
sorts. Well, a wizard of sorts in training. My mother was what you would
call a witch, I had inherited the power from her but my fourteen year old
sister had missed out, she constantly reminded me how unfair it was.
Unlike what you may have heard in the books, magic wasn't gender
specific. I had been having lessons from my mother, but she wouldn't
allow me to cast anything other than the most basic spells (levitation,
invisibility, that kind of thing) and even then not without her being
present. After tonight though, she'd know what I was capable of.
Since the girls on the prom committee were so disappointed about not
being able to have the fairytale prom that they had been looking forward
to, I had secretly come up with a spell that at a time when everybody
would be there, the venue and everybody in it would be transformed to fit
with a fairytale theme. Not only that, but while everyone would notice
the differences, nobody would freak out about it and just enjoy
themselves. I was a genius, even if I do say so myself.
I had met up with my three best friends; Rick, Steve and Phil. Rick and
Steve. Rick and Steve were a lot like me, pretty average, non-descript
guys. We were known as the 'nice' guys, though despite that, we didn't
get a lot of attention from the girls. After all, what school girl wants
a nice, safe guy?
Phil, on the other hand didn't really fit with the rest of us. He was
tall, athletic and even I could appreciate that he was a good looking lad
and on top of that, his family were loaded. He would normally have been a
prime candidate to be hanging round the popular crowd and have one of the
cute girls hanging off his arm except for one thing. He was gay.
Our town wasn't the biggest around and Phil was the first openly gay
person to live here. As a result, there were many bigots who shunned him
and many of the more popular guys didn't want to be seen with him in case
they were mistaken for being gay too.
We arrived at the venue, which just so happened to be the school hall, we
had done a good job of decorating it and the band were on stage doing a
sound check.
"Nick!" I heard a squeal which emanated from the other three quarters of
the prom committee.
"The place looks great, doesn't it?" asked Phoebe excitedly "We couldn't
have done it without you," Emily and Caroline agreed with her. All three
of them looked very pretty in their party dresses with their hair and
make-up done. I was used to seeing them in their school uniforms.
"Yes, they couldn't have fucked it up half as much without you," said a
sarcastic voice from behind me. Jessica. Head of the bitchy girls. Behind
her were her friends, Jasmine and Susanne. All three were looking at us
disapprovingly.
"This isn't a prom, it's a fucking disgrace," she continued.
"Congratulations, you four have ruined what should be the highlight of
school." At this, Caroline turned and ran off, crying. Jessica looked
smug with triumph. I didn't say anything and ran after Caroline.
I found her, slumped in a corridor with her head in her hands.
"Hey," I said soothingly, crouching down next to her, "don't listen to
her."
"We did our best didn't we?" she asked sobbing "We did our best to please
everyone"
"Of course we did, but you can't please everyone," I said. "Anyway,
Jessica would always find something wrong because she didn't organise it.
They don't call her Queen Bitch for nothing." I looked at my watch, 7.25.
"Come on, I guarantee in five minutes, everybody will be having a great
time." I offered my hand to pull her up.
"Okay," she said wiping her tears away. "Thank goodness for waterproof
mascara"
We walked back into the hall to see that our groups had gone their
separate ways.
"I owe you a dance later," she said to me as she quickly kissed me on the
cheek and walked off to her friends. I was stunned. Did she like me? That
was surely too much to ask for. I made my way back to my friends when the
spell hit.
All of a sudden I lost my balance and fell to the floor, landing on a
cushion of pink silk, with a curtain of hair falling in front of my face.
Something was very wrong. My hands were covered in white silk gloves,
that extended past my elbows. On my upper arms were pink, puffy sleeves
that left my very petite looking shoulders bare.
My shirt had turned to pink silk and showed a fair amount of cleavage.
Cleavage?
Oh shit!
I was a girl. I was a girl in a pink and white ball gown. The pink
cushion that I had fallen onto was an extremely voluminous skirt that was
attached to my waist. I tried to stand up but as I put weight onto my
heel, I went over on my ankle. I must have been wearing heels.
I brushed 'my' hair out of my face and looked up to see a very regal Phil
holding his hand out to help me up. I accepted it and pulled myself up,
teetering on the heels I was now certain I was wearing. But even with the
heels, Phil towered over me.
"You okay Nick?" Phil asked me. He was wearing a red jacket with gold
shoulders and buttons. Black trousers and boots finished his look. I also
noticed he was wearing a gold crown.
"You know it's me?" I asked. Briefly shocked by the high pitched squeak
that exited my mouth.
"I was looking at you when you changed, otherwise I wouldn't have had a
clue."
I looked round. Everyone had changed. It was like a scene from a
fairytale ball. All of the girls were wearing huge ball gowns, looking
like princesses. The boys were all dressed in a similar fashion to Phil,
but he was the only one wearing a crown.
"Why am I the only one who's changed into a girl?" I asked, confused.
"You're not, Steve also did," Phil told me. "Rick's helping him out now."
I looked over to Rick to see him helping an upset looking red head. Her
hair was in an elaborate updo and she was wearing a powder blue gown,
covered in ribbons and ruffles.
"That's Steve?" I asked stunned.
"Yep. I think you're the only two who've changed sex. I don't have a clue
what's going on here."
I did. There was one hundred and four students at the prom. Fifty four
boys and fifty girls. In order for everybody to be in a couple, two boys
would have to become girls. For some reason, the spell decided that those
would be me and Steve.
"I don't either," I lied. My mother was going to kill me when I got home,
but at least I knew somebody who would be able to turn me back to normal.
After severe punishment anyway.
"Do you want to see what you look like?" Phil asked me. "You're really
pretty."
"Wow, thanks," I said sarcastically.
"Sarcasm is unbecoming of a lady," replied Phil. "Come on, mirrors have
appeared all over the hall, I'll give you a hand to one," he said as he
crooked his arm at the elbow. I slipped one arm through it and used my
spare hand to clear my dress from my feet. As much as I could anyway, I
could feel masses of petticoats swishing around my legs as we walked.
I looked around the room. As well as the mirrors appearing, old looking
portraits and landscapes adorned the now stone walls. Banquet tables ran
down either side of the hall and the electric lighting had been replaced
by candle adorned chandeliers. It looked like it belonged to a medieval
castle.
"OH MY GOD, I LOOK AMAZING!" I heard Jessica shriek. Her long blonde hair
had extended down past her waist in beautiful spiral curls. Her champagne
coloured gown was by far the most elaborate in the hall and she had a
small tiara on her head. As she was admiring herself in one of the
mirrors, Jasmine and Susanne were busy fussing over her gown like they
were servants or something.
We eventually got to a vacant mirror. Oh fuck me. I was pretty.
In fact, I was almost sickeningly cute. My eyes were wide, lashes were
long and thick. I had rosey cheeks and cute, dainty lips. My long brown
hair fell over my shoulders in long, loose waves and at the back of my
head was a huge pink bow. So big that it was wider than my petite
shoulders. I couldn't have been cuter if I tried.
The band (who were now dressed like minstrels and now had lutes and pipes
instead of guitars) struck up and started to play. Almost like he was
entranced by the music, Philip (Philip, I've never called him Philip) led
me to the centre of the hall, as had everybody else. And everybody was in
a couple. There were no arguments, everybody just seemed to know who
their partner was and got on with dancing. And everybody knew the dance.
It was so surreal.
Ok, I know I just seemed to be going along with this, but what was I
supposed to do, the less people who knew who I really was the better. And
at least I was partnered with Philip, the one guy who would not get
gropey with me.
While we were dancing I kept noticing that Jessica was starting daggers
at me, I mean, if looks could kill, I would be a mess on the wall. Why?
She got the prom that she wanted AND she shouldn't even know who I was.
What was her deal?
The night went on and we danced and danced and danced. It was actually
fun. I was kind of accepting what was happening, I suppose there wasn't
anything else I could do, at least not until I saw my mother anyway. And
I was NOT looking forward to that encounter.
The band stopped playing as the night was drawing to an end and that when
it happened. Everything went even weirder as Philip pulled me in to a
long, deep kiss.
"Philip," I shrieked, "what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry my lady," he replied apologetically, "but you are so lovely
and beautiful and I am so very fond of you that I could not help myself."
What was up with the way he was talking?
"But you're gay," I said, stating the obvious.
"Yes I am gay," he said looking confused. "It has been a wonderful
evening and I am with the loveliest lady here. I suppose I am feeling
very gay indeed." What the fuck was going on?
"Not that kind of gay," I tried to explain. I was then interrupted by a
smartly dressed, elder gentlemen who bellowed into the hall "Carriage
awaits for Master Richard and Lady Stephanie"
"Hold that thought my dear," Philip said to me. "I would like to say my
goodbyes to Richard before he leaves." He quickly turned and left to talk
to Rick and the girl who was previously Steve, leaving me stood alone.
"Hello Nicole," said a voice dripping with hate from my left. I wondered
who Nicole could be.
"Excuse me," the voice, more irritated this time said. I turned and saw
Jessica, starting straight at me. "You are supposed to respect your
betters."
"I'm sorry?" I asked confused.
"I'm sorry my lady, that should be," she said. "And soon enough it shall
be your Highness"
I must have had a look of absolute confusion on my face.
"The Prince may have asked you here tonight, but the King will never
allow the heir to his throne to marry the likes of you. Not when he has a
chance to unite his family with the next most powerful in the realm.
Mine," she said, grinning evilly. "I expect you shall be curtseying to me
next we meet"
"Carriage for Master Jason and Lady Jessica," the elder gent bellowed
into the hall.
"You need to learn your place," she said as she turned with a swish and
took her partner's arm before leaving the hall.
"Nicole," a more excited voice said this time. It was Caroline. "You and
the Prince look amazing together."
"Oh, erm... Thank you," I said. This was all getting too much to me. I
had learned my new name now anyway. Nicole.
"And I love your gown, such a pretty colour. And your bow is so darling."
"Yours too," I returned the compliment. She did look fantastic in her
emerald green gown, contrasting nicely with her blonde hair tumbling over
her right shoulder.
"He definitely fancies you, you know," she went on. "The Prince."
I started to blush when Phoebe entered the conversation.
"I should keep looking over my shoulder if I were you," she warned. "Lady
Jessica has had her eye on the Prince for years. She's been certain that
those two are to marry since she was a little girl. And rumour amongst
the common folk is that her mother is a witch."
"Don't be scaring her with nonsense rumours. Her mother may be wicked to
the common folk but that does not make her a witch," Caroline scolded
Phoebe. "If the King allows you two to marry, nobody would dare do
anything to hurt you. The King would have their heads."
"Carriage for Prince Philip and Lady Nicole."
"Are you ready my Lady," Philip said as he snuck up on me.
"Yes, yes I am," I replied as I took his arm. It seemed the natural thing
to do.
"Lady Caroline, Lady Phoebe. I bid you good night," he said to my
friends.
"Good night Prince Philip," they said in unison.
We left the hall which was now part of a castle and onto a horse drawn
carriage, which as well as the driver, had a porter and four guards armed
with bows and swords. The porter helped me and my skirts in, which when I
sat down, poofed up all around me. Philip sat down next to me.
The carriage set off into the night and into a landscape I did not
recognise. The modern day houses were gone, replaced by wooden huts,
farms and taverns. In the distance I could see several castles, windows
lit up by candlelight. The spell had affected far more than I had
intended. I was going to be in serious shit when I got home. But at least
I knew my mother would be able to change it all back. What would my
punishment be? Since school was finished she'll probably keep me in
dresses as I didn't have to be anywhere. Oh joy.
Philip was edging closer and closer to me. Part of me was finding him
strangely attractive, the magic must be starting to affect me too. This
will all be over soon.
I looked out of the window and saw that we were approaching a small
castle. I assumed this must be where I lived and I was proven right as
the carriage road straight through the main gates before stopping.
"I've had a wonderful evening," Philip said to me, edging closer still. I
could feel my heartbeat start to quicken.
"Me too, My Prince," I said as he leaned in closer to me
"No need for formalities My Lady," he said as he kissed me gently on the
lips. I was surprised that I not only let him, but I also kissed him
back. I wanted him so badly. I slowly pulled away.
"I must go," I said.
"Of course," he replied. "I look forward to seeing you again soon."
I left the carriage and entered the castle. I was getting quite efficient
at walking in a gown and heels. I seemed to know exactly where to go to
find my mother, even though I had never been here in my life. I walked
into what must have been her and my father's bed chamber and there she
was. Dressed as a Lady of a Lord would be.
"Mother, I am so sorry," I said when I saw her.
"And what would you be sorry for?," she asked me.
"The spell I cast, that has caused everything to change," I explained. I
was getting worried now. Had my mother, the one person who could solve
all of this, forgotten who she was?
"Don't be silly my daughter." She laughed. "The only person in the realm
who can cast magic is the King's wizard. Speaking of the King, your
father has some excellent news. Walk with me."
Linking arms we walked together into what must have been some kind of
lounge. My father was there.
"Daughter!" he exclaimed joyously. "Excellent news!"
"What is it Father?" I asked.
"I have received word from the King. It seems that the Prince has
requested that you and he be married, the King has agreed and the two of
you shall be wed within a month."
"Pardon?" I asked, very shocked and very worried at what I had just been
told.
"You will marry Prince Philip," my mother stated. "You shall become
Princess Nicole and one day, Queen of the realm!"
Oh. Fucking. Shit.
Fawn
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