The dainty princess tackled the lithe, fleeing prince. “Wait! I really like you!”
He became a burly, bearded man as midnight chimed.
“Cinder? The blacksmith?” she gasped.
In turn, her illusion dropped… and he held a thick, strong woman atop him.
“Lumber Jill?”
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Ha. Made for each other it seems. :-)
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A bit of fairy-tale magic. :-)
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Aren’t all relationships like this? Somewhat? :):)
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I think so. My wife was really surprised the first time I turned into a pumpkin at midnight… ;-)
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