"Kiss me," croaked the frog.

Took him in my hands; noticed the prominent crown on his head.

How do fairytale princesses keep missing obvious details? Superficial tarts!

"Kiss me, fair damsel."

He stared at my cleavage. Definitely a dude. Rolled my eyes.

"Kiss me," begging.

I obliged.

Poof.

Wait... a prince-ess? Tears in her eyes.

"The curse is lifted. Thank you. I am forever yours."

She halted mid-jump at me; eyes locked on my cleavage.

Her long tongue darted between my boobs, picking the fly I hadn't noticed sitting there.

I blushed furiously. Imagination rampant.

"Oh my..."