The Perfect Queen

The wizard looks up to you with wide eyes, and slowly, carefully gets to his feet. He remains slouched, though, and keeps his head lowered, never allowing himself to stand taller than you. He walks to the door and opens it for you, bowing as he does so. "My queen," he whispers again as he gestures to the doorway.

You smile gently as you shake your head. "No," you say softly. "You go down first. You must announce me to the court."

The wizard nods. "Yes, my queen; as you wish." He backs out the door with a bow of reverence, then turns and heads down the stairs.

After the wizard leaves, you glance around the room once more. You smile as you catch another glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You again examine your soft skin, long silky hair, and perfect feminine features, and you are pleased. You are exactly how a perfect queen should look. Of course, every move you make is gentle, graceful, and elegant. When you were first turned female, you were rather clumsy, especially with a dress. Now, you find you couldn't be clumsy if you tried. Every move you make is done with the utmost elegance and grace, even if you attempt otherwise, your body moves gracefully anyway. (When you try to stomp your foot, you instead raise and lower your foot with perfect grace; when you pick up one of the magical implements, you grip it gently, with your fingertips, and cannot grasp it any other way.) You smile gently to yourself. The hexagram's magic has made you perfect; the perfect queen in every possible way.

With a soft smile, you turn and exit the room. Even though just minutes ago you were having trouble walking up the stairs in a dress, you now walk down them with perfect elegance and grace, even though the dress now reaches the floor. You don't even have to lift it up to make room to step down.

When you enter the great hall, the wizard is standing to the side of the entrance. As you walk gracefully through the doorway, everyone in the room turns to look at you in wide-eyed awe. The wizard bows low as you approach, and says in a quiet voice that nonetheless carries throughout the hall: "Our Queen has arrived."

Written by Kastor

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