The captain thought over his options but couldn't see how waiting would help anything. He figured that the court wizard could solve any problems that might arise from the potion. With furrowed brow he motioned for the scribe to deliver the potion to the passed out prince. "Give it to him. We must do what we can to restore him." The captain spoke gruffly knowing that blame would fall on someone other than the prince if they didn't fix the situation.
Responsibility was something the prince would never take. Indulged from birth as only a child of royalty could be, he never learned caution and patience. Any wrong done by him passed to servants close at hand. The prince gurgled and sputtered awake too the potion passing his throat spitting some of the elixir out. "What are you trying to do poison me? What foul concoction did you give me? Captain, why are you not protecting me?" Prince Kelos face flush with anger looked strange to the onlookers used to a manly visage now presented with a comely young woman with a sweet voice.
It took the captain a minute to snap to attention not used to the form that now pressed questions to him. He spoke to Prince Kelos calmly hoping to ease the tension of the situation. "I gave order to the scribe to give you a possible antidote to our current problem. Time is a luxury we don't have and I thought giving the potion time to work it's magic best." The captain would not shirk any blame that was his to bear.
Prince Kelos suddenly felt a pressure start to build up in different parts of his feminine body. His hand began to swell and grow. Then his feet seized in pain as they ripped through his lady shoes. “What the hell is going on?!? Why aren’t my clothes changing like last time?” Kelos’s eyes bulged as his chest dwindled and torso expanded ripping through the top of her dress. Muscles began returning to his body but they stopped before they reached their former glory.
The onlookers saw the prince returning to a shadow of his former self. Toned and fit the prince form no longer imposing or rigidly masculine. Sitting in the tatters of cloth the voyeurs saw that no bulge where one should reside. Blood drained from the scribes face at the realization.
“No, no, no this can’t be. Return damn you. What have you two have done too me?” The prince pawed at his crotch his face grew scarlet shouting, “Explain!”
“Your Excellency I am sure this can be sorted out in time by the court wizard. I did tell the captain that there could be unforeseen consequences. At least it restored you mostly to your male form. We can get the talks over quickly and get you back to form.” The scribe said sheepishly head lowered to the ground not making eye contact with the prince.
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