Chapter Four
I don’t know why young girls want to be princesses. It’s really quite boring. And uncomfortable. At least the dresses they make me wear are. No amount of magic can persuade my waist to fit into the corset one of the maids is trying to force on me. My body isn’t made for this kind of feminine clothing. I want something loose, comfy, not these torturous, squeezing, unflattering dresses. Unfortunately, I’m the only one of that opinion. My mother with her Goddess genes wears whatever she wants in the most effortless way, one day sporting a tiny waist and the next curves in all the right places. It’s as if she can change her appearance at will.
I can’t. I’m stuck with my bony hips and my boobs that aren’t small enough for the corset but small enough to look strange in some of the
