Er…no

Kelly rose, hands **** to cover his indecency, and broke into a sprint. He could see the torch Lazaro had hit by mistake as he clambered free of his clothes. It was like a matchstick now to the wizard, but to Kelly it was the closest thing he had to a weapon.

However, being less than a foot tall meant Lazaro had a rather…sizable advantage in stride.

The wizard wrapped his hand around Kelly, lifting him up until gently pressing ball on his wand to the tip top of Kelly’s head. A light flash of magic popped like a kernel of corn and Kelly felt his body go stiff.

“Ah…very good. Now, you’ll behave.” Lazaro chuckled, flipping his wand around as he lifted Kelly up. “I think you’ll fit in her collection quite nicely.”

Kelly tried to move, to speak, anything! But while he could still hear and see, the most he could move was a tiny bit of his head, but not enough to even begin to struggle.

Lazaro smiled, his face delighted in his victory. “Ah, don’t worry. You’ll soon come to love the young Lady. But first I must make you presentable…”

Lazaro began to walk, shifting back behind the curtain he came from and down the hall beyond.

Young Lady? Did he mean Lord Vale’s daughter, Amber? Why on earth would he be taking him to her? And presentable? What did that mean?

Lazaro paused, flipping his wand as a small trail of pink emerged from its crystal ball, winding towards Kelly. It wrapped around his chest and hips moving until…poof!

Kelly looked down as far as his eyes could go.

W-what was this?

A delicate and lacy bra and panty set, adorned with tiny white bows, curved in the chest as though he possessed a tiny bosom and flat as a lady’s at his crotch. Coupled with the way his blond hair now sat free…

Why had Lazaro made him look as though a tiny woman?!

“Ah, good. And now, the finishing touches.” Lazaro smiled, flicking Kelly into a brief spin, the helpless and looking decidedly feminine squire held suspended in the air. A snap of his fingers and a sudden tightening seized Kelly’s waist as a matching pink corset squeezed him. He felt a tingling on his face as something seemed to be happening but was distracted by the white glimmering necklace that appeared around his throat. Delicate and feminine high heels buckled around his feet as a shimmery pink dress fit for a princess with opaque sleeves and a flowing skirt materialized. A tiara seemed to come from nowhere to rest upon his head and a sudden gentle tug at his ears made him realize the pearly earrings that now dangled from them.

Lazaro chuckled, waving his hand in a brief circle, a fragment of a mirror somehow forming in the space.

“Some hero you were. I think this look suits you better.”

Kelly couldn’t believe it. Was the princess with long dark eyelashes and soft pink lips…him? His waist no longer looked his own, as it cinched together into an hourglass shape under the corset’s hold.

Lazaro laughed. “Come now, little princess. Lady Amber will love her new doll.”