Lie!

"Ugggggghhhhh, what happened?" Groans the queen as she sits up, her voice sounding raspier than normal.

Xalandra gasps when she looks at the woman. Belinda, the once-beautiful, angelic queen, looks like a coked-out stripper the morning after a wild bender. She has massive bags under her bloodshot eyes, her skin looks waxy, splotchy and pale (well, paler than normal), her whole body seems dumpier and saggier than usual, and her hair is a frizzy mess.

Did... did her hair always look that white? Xalandra gulps as she worries she may have gone too far.

"What's going on Xalandra? Did I go sleepy-bye again?" Belinda asks, her mind is still the same, even if her body looks a helluva lot less... refined.

"Uh, yeah," Xalandra says, squirming nervously as she avoids making eye contact with the basically blind queen. "That's... that's exactly what happened..."

"Mmmmmm," Belinda groans as she stretches and then yawns. "So does that mean my fancy new clothes are ready?"

Xalandra gulps again. She used up all her mana to make her own insufficient attire. Just looking down at it makes her squirm and blush. "Uh... yes your majesty. They sure are."

Belinda claps her hands and giggles, making her voluptuous body jiggle and gyrate.

At least that hasn't changed... The elf thinks as she drinks in the queen's extra lewd body.

"I wanna try them on, right now!" The queen demands, in a surprisingly forceful tone made all the more menacing by her raspier, slightly deeper, and more sultry voice.

Xalandra gulps nervously again.

Think girl, think! The elf tells herself as her mind goes blank in panic.