My two-hundred and first caption, featuring a vain Prince who comes into possession of a powerful, magic mirror…

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The mirror was mounted on the wall, still wrapped in a layer of protective burlap to prevent its damage or use by other parties. As soon as it was secure, the Prince ordered his servants out of the room, plucking the knot holding the burlap on and causing it to fall to the floor. The unveiled mirror was perfect, with an ornate frame and not a single spot or blemish on its silver surface.

“Mirror mirror, on the wall, am I not the most handsome of them all?” The vain Prince Ravian asked the enchanted, reflective wall decoration, one that had been retrieved from the vault of the recently-slain Demon King. Rumor said that it was capable of amplifying one’s outward beauty, should it be ordered to perform such immense magical enhancements.

“Hardly. I’ve borne witness to many both more handsome and humble than yourself.” A feminine voice immediately replied in a no nonsense tone, clearly not pleased with him. The Prince was taken aback, insulted by the blunt, unfiltered words.

“How dare you! I could have you smashed into a thousand pieces for speaking such lies of me!” He shot back, pointing at his own reflection. “Mirror, I demand you make me the most beautiful person in this whole land, and I want it now!”

“If beauty is what you truly desire, then it is what I shall grant.” The mirror replied with a hint of malice to its voice, the Prince’s reflection melting away into a smoky haze. The Prince grew hot, his body feeling quite unusual as he waited for the smoke in the mirror to clear up, revealing his perfect, chiseled form. A sight any woman, especially any Princess, would swoon over.

However, as the smoke finally faded away, he saw not a new version of himself, but a woman. She had red hair, pointed ears, and strangely enough, horns that shot up from her head. She wore a uniform identical to that of his servants, containing a bountiful bosom that would have been the envy of any small woman. Prince Ravian was about to ask who this woman was as he tried to reach for the mirror, only for the reflection to match his movements and his arm to brush against something on his chest.

“W-What is the meaning of this?!” The “Prince” yelled out in a new, feminine voice, grabbing at the breasts that now laid on “his” chest as wispy wings could be felt above “his” rear end. “Mirror, explain yourself at once! This is not what I asked for!”

“You provided me with little to work with, Rivian.” The mirror replied with its trademark bluntness, addressing the former Prince by a new name. “You never specified that you wished to remain a Man or a Prince, only that you be the most beautiful.”

Rivian wanted to be furious, having been “tricked” into losing both his status and his manhood to this arcane sorcery, but as “he” continued to look at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but become rather… enraptured with her own appearance. Despite her obvious status as a common maid, based on the uniform she now wore, she found herself drawn to both her sultry, adult appearance and her exotic features. Her breathing slowed down as she carefully pulled down the front of her uniform, exposing her undershirt to the cool air of the palace. Even her own amber-colored eyes seemed to speak louder than words to her.

“I’m…I’m… the most beautiful person in this whole land.” Rivian spoke out loud, having become completely hypnotized by her new body. She grabbed one of her breasts through her undershirt, giving it a gentle squeeze that sent shivers throughout her whole body. She then reached down beneath her skirt, brushing her hands against her covered, but moist maidenhood.

“Getting started without me, are you?” A new, male voice spoke up from behind her, causing her to yelp and flip around, coming face-to-face with a handsome young man. This man was Prince Revian, her Master and her lover. “So naughty~”

“M-M’lord, I did not expect you to arrive so early!” Rivian effortlessly slipped into her new role, her old personality and memories taking a backseat as she bowed before the Prince. “I’m so filthy! You shouldn’t have to see me like this!”

“Nonsense, dear. You’re beautiful whether you are bathed in water or grime.” He reassured, causing her heart to flutter as he held his warm hand beneath her chin. “Now, shall we retire to my bedchambers for the night, my horned beauty?”

Rivian practically melted into the Prince’s arms as he picked her up and carried her into the adjacent room, ready to experience everything he had to offer a woman such as herself. He wasted no time removing her uniform and fully exposing her glistening form before doing the same himself. The two embraced loudly all night long as the mirror hung silent in the room over, quite pleased with the results of her little “makeover”. After all, why enhance mediocrity when you can create real beauty?