𝓨𝓮 𝓞𝓵𝓭𝓮 𝓣𝓕 // Renaissance Princess TFTG

(Gradual TF route)

Today was the day! Today was the annual Renaissance Fair in your state! Despite not being a huge nerd, you liked going because of the unique performances, the food, the mead… all very important stuff! Upon putting on a medieval-like outfit, you set off on your journey to spend a shit ton of money on overpriced things!

Upon arriving, it was as busy as ever, the clattering of metal armor and the constant talking of friends and family was something you were used to by now. This wasn’t your first rodeo. You spent the first few hours looking at stalls, watching performances, eating meat pies, and watching a jousting battle!

KLAP KLAP KLAP…

KLANG!

Announcer - “Oh-ho! And yet another takedown by the mighty LADY NIGHTSHADE!” He yells, waving a red flag, signifying the end of the joust.

The audience went crazy, mostly in joy, clearly some people won bets… while others moped at the defeat of ‘Verzius Maximus.’ You, on the other hand, didn’t care less about the victor… or at least, not in that way. You gazed at the winner, Lady Nightshade, as she removed her helmet. ‘She is so beautiful,’ you might’ve thought… but why would she notice some bystander like you? You lonely, piece of shizz.

To distract yourself from these disappointing feelings, you went over to the pub to drown in your sorrows. You sat at the bar, and ordered the same thing as always, sweet honey mead and a medium sized meat pie… the bartender was swift with your order, and quickly placed your order in front of you.

You drank one mug of mead… then another, then another. Before you knew it, you had the confidence of a drunkard! That was, until you heard metal clattering, and suddenly the stool next to you creaking under weight! And as you looked over to see who your bar-partner would be… you saw her.

short ginger hair, green eyes, confident smile, wearing a heavy suit of armor… it was Lady Nightshade! She was far more attractive up close than she was on the jousting field, or maybe it’s because your vision is playing tricks on you with all the mead you drank? No matter! This is the only chance you got, you can’t fuck this up surely! And after a few deep breathes…

You struck up a conversation, though you couldn’t remember what exactly she replied with to your rambling, you remembered that she laughed and said something towards the end of your encounter…

Lady Nightshade - “Heh, alright, Princess. I see how it is.” She reached into a pouch and pulled out a well-used handkerchief, “Here, so you can wipe away those cute tears of yours.” She stood up, and patted your back, “I’ll see you ‘round, don’t beat yourself up too much, hun.”

And just like that, she walked off, hauling ass. You watched her go longingly, you glanced down at the handkerchief that seemed like it was glowing… until…

growllll….

Oh shit, that meat pie was probably undercooked, wasn’t it? You gotta get to the Porta-Loo! Go, go, go! You zoomed and stumbled out of the pub, and ran to the Porta-Loo, locking the door behind you. You slowly removed your pants, but it was a struggle… it was getting caught on… your suddenly wide hips…? And what’s that red fabric you’re seeing under your pants? It looks like… a skirt?

(Instant TF route)

Today was the day! Today was the annual Renaissance Fair in your state! Despite not being a huge nerd, you liked going because of the unique performances, the food, the mead… all very important stuff! Upon putting on a medieval-like outfit, you set off on your journey to spend a shit ton of money on overpriced things!

Upon arriving, it was as busy as ever, the clattering of metal armor and the constant talking of friends and family was something you were used to by now. This wasn’t your first rodeo. You spent the first few hours looking at stalls, watching performances, eating meat pies, and watching a jousting battle!

KLAP KLAP KLAP…

KLANG!

Announcer - “Oh-ho! And yet another takedown by the mighty LADY NIGHTSHADE!” He yells, waving a red flag, signifying the end of the joust.

The audience went crazy, mostly in joy, clearly some people won bets… while others moped at the defeat of ‘Verzius Maximus.’ You, on the other hand, didn’t care less about the victor… or at least, not in that way. You gazed at the winner, Lady Nightshade, as she removed her helmet. ‘She is so beautiful,’ you might’ve thought… but why would she notice some bystander like you? You lonely, piece of shizz.

To distract yourself from these disappointing feelings, you went over to the pub to drown in your sorrows. You sat at the bar, and ordered the same thing as always, sweet honey mead and a medium sized meat pie… the bartender was swift with your order, and quickly placed your order in front of you.

You drank one mug of mead… then another, then another. Before you knew it, you had the confidence of a drunkard! That was, until you heard metal clattering, and suddenly the stool next to you creaking under weight! And as you looked over to see who your bar-partner would be… you saw her.

short ginger hair, green eyes, confident smile, wearing a heavy suit of armor… it was Lady Nightshade! She was far more attractive up close than she was on the jousting field, or maybe it’s because your vision is playing tricks on you with all the mead you drank? No matter! This is the only chance you got, you can’t fuck this up surely! And after a few deep breathes…

You struck up a conversation, though you couldn’t remember what exactly she replied with to your rambling, you remembered that she laughed and said something towards the end of your encounter…

Lady Nightshade - “Heh, alright, Princess. I see how it is.” She reached into a pouch and pulled out a well-used handkerchief, “Here, so you can wipe away those cute tears of yours.” She stood up, and patted your back, “I’ll see you ‘round, don’t beat yourself up too much, hun.”

And just like that, she walked off, hauling ass. You watched her go longingly, you glanced down at the handkerchief that seemed like it was glowing… until…

growllll….

Oh shit, that meat pie was probably undercooked, wasn’t it? You gotta get to the Porta-Loo! Go, go, go! You zoomed and stumbled out of the pub, and ran to the Porta-Loo, locking the door behind you. You slowly removed your pants, but it was a struggle… it was getting caught on… your suddenly wide hips…? And what’s that red fabric you’re seeing under your pants? It looks like… a skirt?

It must’ve been your brain tricking you, you thought, but as you pulled down your pants more… with a dramatic floomph!! A wave of red silk poured out, forming into a royal gown! The effect was so distracting, that you didn’t even notice your hair growing out, and lightening to a pastel pink! Your shirt was slowly merging with the skirt, becoming the upper part of dress, all while you felt various tools massaging and making your face all beautiful! Once being covered in makeup, you gasped, but your voice was much higher, gentler… more olde English? (oh, the horror.)

Your chest tingled, as suddenly your pectoral muscles ballooned out into large, royal breasts. Your eyes stung as they became to shift into a sky blue… and then, the final change was coming~ A crown plopped onto your head, and you felt your brain rewire itself. Not intensely, but just enough to think different… you found it extremely hard to think in the usual words of the modern day, and you started thinking in straight up shakespearean! It felt so… strangely nice?

After the final changes washed over you, you stumbled out of the Porta-Loo, your boots were no longer boots, instead they were 6-inch heels! You almost tripped and smashed your face on the cobblestone road, if it wasn’t for a familiar face. Strong, muscular yet feminine arms caught you and swept you off your feet.

Lady Nightshade - “Caught you! Heh… ‘Your Majesty’, you know we have a staff room for bathroom breaks, right? You don’t have to use that grimy thing…” She glanced at the Porta-Loo and chuckled, before meeting your eyes again. “Hopefully you aren’t too tipsy to hang out, right? We don’t have a performance until a few hours.” She offered you a smile, still bridal carrying you.

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