Royally Screwed

There is a flash of golden light, and you appear to grow a bit taller. You feel something that has appeared on your head. It is a golden crown.

You look down and see that you are now wearing a regal tunc. but below that, the legs of your pants have been ripped off, exposing a pair of long frog's legs and bare flippered feet. Rushing to the nearest mirror, you see a frog's head in the reflection.

"I never asked to be a frog!" you yell

"Ye wanted to become a hansome prince from fairytales, Laddie!" replies the Leprechaun "And Frog Princes tend to be the most handsome!"

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