Princess Caitlyn had gotten herself into quite a predicament this time. 

What once started out as a nice walk to calm her nerves and forget about her royal responsibilities had turned into a horrifying encounter between life and death. Now she had gotten tangled up in prickly vines. She was holstered slightly above the ground between two tight trees that were just as long as she was tall, so she wasn’t too squished. The vines had wrapped around her body like a python just allowing her to breathe. Some in her arms had dug in so deep they were now drawing blood.

Caitlyn hadn’t moved for hours. She didn’t want to risk hurting herself again since the vines were already drawing blood. She moved her right leg in a way just millimetres from a major vein that would’ve spelled complete disaster. Her head, which was the only part of her body not caught up in pricks could still turn a little. So, she looked around to see if there were any princes around. Or at least, any that would be interested in saving her plain Jane face. 

Nope. Not a single catch. Nothing. She waited for around 10 minutes. But then again, she didn’t even know if it had been 10 minutes, cause when you’re in agony even a minute can feel like forever. Even if she had a face plainer then mayo vanilla ice cream, surely someone would come around to help? Maybe she was too deep in the forest for help. Or the royal helpers had given up trying to help her. 

Caitlyn let out a sigh. Now she knew for sure nobody was coming to help her. Either she was gonna have to put her life in even more danger and lose more blood to get out or just wait and bleed to death. Wait, the latter?! NO. Fuck that. Then her annoying little shithead brother James would be the heir. And God forbid the kingdom with him as king…

“Sometimes, I just wish I was the prince…” Caitlyn mumbled. It was an empty forest, so no one was around to side-eye her wish. Were her ladies in waiting around to hear it, they’d give her another tedious speech on how amazing femininity is and how she could be glad to be a beautiful princess blah blah blah the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.

At that moment, Caitlyn felt an agonising pain sear through her body, and it wasn’t caused by the vines in her skin. Oh no. This was something different, like a massive beast biting through her with its razor-sharp fangs. The pain was particularly bad near her feet; the semi fancy shoes she’d worn to go out for a walk were suitable for a princess, but not for a walk in a dirty wet forest. And certainly not for being tangled up in sharp vines. 

Meanwhile, inside of her shoes, something even more horrifying (depending on how you look at it) was going on; her small petite feet were having some disgusting black hair forming on them, as well as pressing up against her shoes. Caitlyn’s face squirmed and she pulled her feet back, which did nothing in stopping their rapid growth. They now pressed even harder against her shoes, causing the pain to worsen. Good idea, Caitlyn. 

At that moment, just as her shoes passed the tipping point of unbearably tight, a relief came: her feet completely ripped out of her shoes, marked by a sudden sense of cold down there. She looked down, her eyes widened, and her pupils shrank. “My…my feet?!!” Her once small, tiny feet that could fit into any shoe were now giant and covered in revolting thick hair. A single look made her gag. Thankfully, her feet weren’t close to any vines, or it would’ve spelt complete disaster. 

Caitlyn’s face contorted again as whatever had happened to her feet was now beginning to go up to her legs. Her calves that were once clean shaven of any form of body hair (it was so unprincessly to be a mammal) had their short “nice” hairs turn brown, then begin to grow. Caitlyn looked down in horror again, witnessing her legs get taken over by this horrid hair that would make her ladies in waiting faint if they seen it. “Great, I’m gonna have to shave this again…” she grumbled. A sickening squelch was heard as the muscles in her calves grew out, pressing against her leggings until another SHHHRRRIIIPPP could be heard. Now the vines were pressing further into her legs, waiting to burst the fleshy blood balloons. 

Caitlyn was frozen in place, trying to contemplate what was going on. Now she had big disgusting horrible feet and massive horrible hairy legs. Wait, could that mean- no, it couldn’t. She shook her head and tried to get rid of the image in her head, but it stayed put. It got even worse as her thighs bloated out with muscle as well, but not enough to rip her leggings. A soft whimper escaped her lips as her once beloved leggings were reduced to either ripped completely or uncomfortably tight round her groin. Now she was just wearing ripped shorts. 

Inside of Caitlyn’s body, her ovaries dropped out from her abdomen, now hanging out of her genitals. The eggs were destroyed by the outward force that was changing her, transforming them into sperm, killing off her ability to get pregnant. Any bit of estrogen in her body was exterminated and replaced with testosterone. Her clit stung, compelling her to keep her legs crossed as a way to stop the pain. It didn’t work for 2 reasons: 

1.	Forcing more pressure onto that area only made the pain worse
2.	Her legs were still tied up in vines so moving them that much was impossible 
Not listening to her repeated pleas, her clit grew out and pressed itself against her panties, which didn’t rip them but just made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. Eventually, the long clit had turned into a proper penis, forcing her to accept she would have to drop the “ss” from her title. 
At that moment, that thought she’d been putting off for ages entered her head again. She was turning into a guy. “No…no!” Caitlyn yelled. “I can’t be-What!??! This is stupid!” Wait…didn’t she make that wish that she could be the prince sometimes? It... was coming true. But she never expected that, right? 

As her mind wandered off, a nasty pain engulfed her sides as her curves fizzled out, stretching her torso out to look more mannish in nature. Her curves were now completely gone, resembling her pre-pubescent body stretched out. The tight jumper she had on when going out for her walk was now tight beyond belief. “God…” Caitlyn groaned. “If only I could- “SHHRRRIPPP

The bottom half of her jump had ripped, giving way to a gorgeous six pack. This was one prince all the ladies wanted to be saved by. But it seemed the poor prince(ss) just wanted to be saved from their own body. “Just…make… it…stop…” Caitlyn whimpered, tears forming in her eyes. But her body did not seem to listen. 

Caitlyn’s boobs, which once sat at an average B cup, were slowly eaten away at by this magic, causing them to shrink down to A cups, and then to nothing. Her bra, now a useless little thing, was pulled off by Caitlyn, with a great deal of sadness and desperation. She was clinging onto any part of her femininity that was still left, so throwing away her bra made it seem even more hopeless. 

The only part of Caitlyn’s body that represented her former self was now her head/face. But even that didn’t last long as her long brunette locks shrank back to her head, making her able to touch the back of her head. “At least I don’t have to get my hair cu- MY FACE!!!” Caitlyn’s voice, once sweet and feminine, bellowed and began to drop a few octaves, making it seem like the voice of a pleading young man. Not princessy at all. She closed her eyes as her globular organs took on a more angular shape. When (s)he opened them, their vision went blurry, and (s)he was forced to close them again. Finally, their lips lost their colour and thinned out, erasing any former feminine traits. 

The new prince dangled in the air for a few seconds before physics took its course and slammed him onto the ground. His poor stomach took all the brunt of the action, causing him to scream even more then he had already had. Besides the whole female-to-male transformation and being cut into by vines, this was causing him the most pain. He pushed himself up off the ground before walking over to a clear patch of grass, then fully examined his old self.

His old princess clothes had completely torn in most areas, especially his lower legs and his abdomen. He wasn’t complaining that much about the latter though; he’d developed a nice set of killer abs that any woman his former title would scream for. It was terrible in his lower legs, mostly cause a cool drift had come in and the wind could scatter more in the clear patch. Damn you physics. 

At that moment, the sound of an electric car whistling came into his ears. CRAP. That could only mean one thing; his father, King John, was coming. Usually, he would’ve begged for his father’s help in a situation like this, but now the last thing he wanted was for anyone to see him like this. He hid in a bush, hoping to be away from his father’s eyes. 

The king stepped out of the car, wearing a semi-casual flannel shirt and trousers. Formality didn’t matter much when the life of your oldest child and heir was at stake. He looked around wearing “Caitlyn!!! Caitlyn!!! Where are you?” The ex-princess didn’t bulge. He was too terrified of his father’s reactions to do anything. “Caitlyn!!” the king yelled again, his pleas becoming more desperate with each yell. In a moment of absent thinking, the new prince ran outside the bush…directly in front of his father. 

“WHO ARE YOU?!?!” he screamed. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY DAUGHTER?!!?” John was known for being stoic, so the screaming shocked some of his assistants who were still in the car. In the break between his screaming, his eyes focused on the strange young man in front of him; was he...wearing Caitlyn’s clothes? But why? Why would he be-no, it couldn’t be.  Could Caitlyn have...become a guy? DAMN YOU MAGIC. 

The king went up and hugged his new son, unable to cope with what was going on. “Caitlyn…” he stuttered, tears welling up in his eyes. “Dad…” the young man answered, tears forming in his eyes. 

Meanwhile, from inside the car, rolled down a window to reveal the smug face of James, short for Just Annoying Me Every Second. When his eyes lay upon his new brother, a glow appeared that usually only came around when his name and the words “sexy” or “handsome” were used in the same sentence. “Hey, hey.” He laughed. “Seems I finally have a brother…”

“James…” Callum groaned. “Honestly, just shut the fuck up…”