Princess Miriam was shocked when her father, the king, announced he was marrying again. Her mother had died giving birth to her, so for most of her life it had been just the two of them. But for political reasons, he married a mature noblewoman named Dartha.

At first, Miriam was happy for her father and even excited to finally have a motherly figure in her life. However, she soon noticed Dartha was hiding something. She caught her meeting with dark mages and shady individuals, and her warm smiles around the king always seemed fake. Miriam became convinced Dartha was plotting to get rid of both of them and claim the throne for herself.

She finally confronted her.

Dartha merely laughed and invited Miriam to a private room to talk.

Miriam stood her ground.

Miriam: "You'll never get away with treason! I'll protect my father from your schemes with my life!"

Dartha smirked.

Dartha: "Oh, how adorable. Honey, don't you see? You were my real objective all along."

Miriam gasped.

Without warning, Dartha drew a dagger and cut her own hand, then made a matching cut on Miriam's. Pressing their wounds together, she let their blood mix while chanting a spell in an ancient language.

Their souls flowed through the blood and into each other's bodies.

When Miriam regained her senses, she stumbled backward.

Miriam: "Lady Dartha, what are you doing?!... What... my voice... What happened?! Why am I looking at myself?!"

She stared in horror at Dartha, who now wore her body.

Dartha: "You're not dreaming, honey. We swapped bodies... permanently. Why would I get rid of you when I could become you? I'll rule as sweet, gentle Princess Miriam... Ah, it feels so good to be young again."

Miriam: "But... but my body... This is insane!... I... I can't be you!... What am I supposed to do now?!... Wait... permanently?!"

She looked down at her unfamiliar hands in disbelief, then she blushed looking down at her new huge cleavage.

Dartha: "I don't care what you do. You can try telling your father, but do you really think he'll believe you? I am his daughter now. He'll listen to me, not you. So enjoy living as a woman in her forties... or don't. Meanwhile, I'll enjoy being the heir to the throne and watching my stepmother, Dartha, slowly lose her sanity trying to convince everyone she's really me."

She finished with a wicked smirk, casually twirling her new brown hair around a finger.