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This is part 7 or something but can be read in standalone, here's the first part: www.deviantart.com/tangentialg…
Cheer up, Lord Dingleberry! If all goes well your daughter marries my son in less than an hour! This means peace! I bought a whole case of tequila to celebrate!
Right… while I bought a whole case of mojito to mourn the loss of my son. I can’t believe I agreed to this… This very morning, Lord Farleides, I saw my son’s muscles slip away as he became soft and curvaceous; I saw his hair grown out and his face grow more feminine; I saw budding breasts grow upon his chest, and I saw his penis and cojones retract into a slit. I had to watch all this while knowing the effects were permanent. I’ll never again have a son. And I had to watch knowing that it was I who gave the order to forever turn my son into my daughter.
I’d say you’re lucky, not cursed! I haven’t seen her yet, but my spies tell me your alchemist's potion will mold a man into a smoking hot woman. My son is impatient to see how your daughter turned out, and I told him to expect the best!
My new daughter will not disappoint him… It’s almost humiliating how feminine she looks. My son’s sacrifice made her into the most stunning maiden in the realm.
And I’ve made sure of it! *takes a swig of tequila* I had my spies murder your alchemist and burn his stocks of potion so that never again will a girl more beautiful than your daughter ever come to be! Call it a wedding gift!
You did what??! I thought we were at peace!
Oh, don’t take it so personally! Besides, I’ve been told you used that potion on several dozen castle servants. If I didn’t know any better, one could think you were assembling a harem! You’ve gotten a lot of bang for your buck.
More than you think… Of course, it’s not like I had vast reserves of the potion made in order to later use it on you and your army…
Of course not! We’re at peace, after all! Oh, here’s one of your servants—
Lord Dingleberry! Your daughter is—hihi—ready now. We had a few setbacks, but I wrestled her into the wedding dress and she looks drop-dead gorgeous.
Well! Time to lead your daughter the bride up to the altar! No regrets!

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This is part 7 or something but can be read in standalone, here's the first part: www.deviantart.com/tangentialg…
Cheer up, Lord Dingleberry! If all goes well your daughter marries my son in less than an hour! This means peace! I bought a whole case of tequila to celebrate!
Right… while I bought a whole case of mojito to mourn the loss of my son. I can’t believe I agreed to this… This very morning, Lord Farleides, I saw my son’s muscles slip away as he became soft and curvaceous; I saw his hair grown out and his face grow more feminine; I saw budding breasts grow upon his chest, and I saw his penis and cojones retract into a slit. I had to watch all this while knowing the effects were permanent. I’ll never again have a son. And I had to watch knowing that it was I who gave the order to forever turn my son into my daughter.
I’d say you’re lucky, not cursed! I haven’t seen her yet, but my spies tell me your alchemist's potion will mold a man into a smoking hot woman. My son is impatient to see how your daughter turned out, and I told him to expect the best!
My new daughter will not disappoint him… It’s almost humiliating how feminine she looks. My son’s sacrifice made her into the most stunning maiden in the realm.
And I’ve made sure of it! *takes a swig of tequila* I had my spies murder your alchemist and burn his stocks of potion so that never again will a girl more beautiful than your daughter ever come to be! Call it a wedding gift!
You did what??! I thought we were at peace!
Oh, don’t take it so personally! Besides, I’ve been told you used that potion on several dozen castle servants. If I didn’t know any better, one could think you were assembling a harem! You’ve gotten a lot of bang for your buck.
More than you think… Of course, it’s not like I had vast reserves of the potion made in order to later use it on you and your army…
Of course not! We’re at peace, after all! Oh, here’s one of your servants—
Lord Dingleberry! Your daughter is—hihi—ready now. We had a few setbacks, but I wrestled her into the wedding dress and she looks drop-dead gorgeous.
Well! Time to lead your daughter the bride up to the altar! No regrets!