"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..."