Princess Fairy Turkey Disguise の小説・ストーリー

I am watching the four beings makeover by Deandra Mulsifier, my trainer in Canada before who is a famous actress in Italy and a great at disguising. I just called my beloved actress teacher for this party of mine to be fun. Mera and Henry keep on taking deep breaths as they twist in their seat while their eyes are closed the whole time. Denvert and Jake are also across them receiving some major make-over. I keep on covering my mouth so that I won’t laugh loudly seeing their transformation. I am already dressed and transformed by Deandra so I am just sitting on the soft sofa in the room. I am wearing a black man’s slacks and a black blazer covering a blue dress shirt. On the pocket of my blaz

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the staircase, but instead, two bright spotlights shone into the air. A grand swing, covered in blossoming branches and giant golden feathers, gently floated down. On it stood two figures in their finest attire, Theodore and Lucy. Feathers from swans drifted down from above as Lucy, in a white princess gown and a golden crown, gazed upon the crowd. The light hit her face, making her shine like a star. The people watching could not help but gasp in awe. "Wow, is she a fairy? She's so beautiful, I feel a little unworthy in her presence."

"You better get ready and check on Gabe. Make sure the chayot leader isn't getting into trouble." "Agreed." She rushed from the room. "I'm going to go find Mr. Henry," my mom said, leaving me alone. In the closet, Fina and Trina helped me into my big, poofy, old-fashioned dress. I didn't want to wear it, but the fairies made it, and I needed to honor them. I studied my reflection in front of a large, oval mirror. The dress was beautiful but overwhelming, the material was velvet and deep purple. Black ribbing crisscrossed in the front, and tiny pearl buttons peeked from between the laced bodice.

she panicked and waved her hands, trying to warn them not to be near her. “We don’t eat humans!” A tiny voice told her. “Hey listen!” “Listen!” a number of voices protested and Barrett finally understands what they are speaking of. “I’m innocent, I'm just running away please don’t hurt me.” She pleaded as she saw that there’s a quite number of them. “Silly human! We are the ones who need your help!” The fairy who pulled her hair comes near. She is in bright blue color and looks young, however the right foot of the fairy looks pale or almost white.

Caroline’s POV: "I am glad Your Highness obeyed me last night," Lucille murmured in my ear as she did my makeup in the morning. Not that there were official engagements during the day today, but I was the Princess of Tresoria, and I had to present myself in the best possible way at any time. Sometimes I missed looking at myself in the mirror without makeup, as if all cosmetics were a mask for the world, but it was not in the right tone and I would be highly disapproved of by my mother and Madame Tremblay if I were not in my best, especially while Stephan was visiting. Morning makeup would be light and quick, because today there was so much to do, so the last thing I had to worry about right

“Will you be a favourite or hired out? Who can say? Times are changing, and men ally with one another for different reasons these days. How do you like this one?” The eunuch – Hamilcar? – held it up against his large, ungainly body and deliberately jiggled his rolls of fat. “Why, it’s – lovely,” she breathed. “I venture to say you would look like a goddess in this. Try it on.” She changed behind a screen and soon felt transformed. Miriam’s eyes were caught by the gossamer butterflies sewn here, there, and everywhere on what was essentially a long piece of apricot silk wound over and stitched artfully near the breast. It left some midriff bare and hung low at the back.

"So what, you think I can go. I'm sure I'll be made out- hold on. I was just having these thoughts before you came. Are you a mind reader?" He rolled his eyes. "I'm being serious." "So am I," she said incredulously. "But I think it could be a good idea. All I have to do is change a little bit of myself." "If we go then changing a little bit won't be enough." Aurora pouted a bit. "Although it pains me to do it. I will have to straighten my hair." She ran her hands over her hair. "Those idiot white people won't be able to tell that it's me if I do that and put on some make-up."

Just to exit the palace, he had already used the mask for over 5 minutes. After exiting the palace, Tsarayu immediately found an empty spot as he swapped his clothes with the prince's and used the mask to alter his look to that of Alton's as well. His hair turned snow-white while his face changed, looking a little pale. After a few seconds, there was practically no difference that could be seen between Tsarayu's looks and the prince's. All the royal guards saluted as they got down to one knee as soon as Tsarayu reached the entrance of the temple. To them, it looked as if their prince had come to visit.

The moment the spell shattered, Kira appeared in front of me and placed her hand on Zinnia's head. The cage holding me prisoner shattered like glass, the shackles turning into brown ashes. The shift wasn't as painful as the first but it left me in significant pain. While I shifted, a similar attack shot toward us but Apple blocked it, causing an explosion that spread dust everywhere in a fog-like manner. The witch's laughter reverberated, and it was frightful. "I thought as much," Apple said coldly. The fog died down and in place of the witch, a fairy with wings similar to Apple's but with shades of purple and black flew above the ground. "You've always loved charades,"

“Tonight, the moon blesses all unions. Even those still blooming.” My breath caught, but I let them lead me behind a curtain. They worked quickly and skillfully, removing the plain clothes I had borrowed and replacing them with the flowing dress. The fabric was soft and weightless, yet it clung to my shape in a way that made me ache with nervousness. “You have such long, lovely hair,” one of them said, brushing it out gently. “Why do you keep it tied up all the time?” I smiled faintly. Because I was pretending to be someone else.