Princess

“Where’s my castle?” My formerly male roommate Max looked back at me and asked.

“What?” I asked, unsure of what he meant.

“You called me Princess. Princesses have castles. Why are we in this crappy apartment instead of a castle?”

This had been a problem, and it had only been getting worse. But I suppose it was all my fault. When we found the magic book, we found a spell that could transform someone’s gender. Max lost the bet. But once changed, he was so disagreeable. I searched the book for a solution. It didn’t take long to find a spell for a little hypnotic suggestion.

But it ended up working too well. A single sentence about being told he was always a woman convinced Max that was the case. But even off-handed comments became absolute canon in Max’s mind. I had called him a “princess,” and he was convinced he was one. I’m glad I didn’t call him a “b*tch.”