Modern Princess

"I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world

Life in plastic, it's fantastic"

– Ugh… what... what the hell…

I slowly opened my eyelids, still buried in the pillow... God, turn off this shit, please... What... what’s that strange smell? It smells like some sickly-sweet crap, like vanilla, something floral and... motherfucker, baby powder?! Where the hell am I?

I sat up sharply – or tried to, but immediately slumped back into the soft, frilled pillow. My body felt… light. Flexible. Something shifted gently on my chest, and at that moment it hit me. Breasts. Real ones. Full. Alive. They swayed a bit from the sudden movement, and I reflexively jerked, feeling the top I was apparently wearing slip down, exposing more skin.

– FUU... – I wanted to unleash a classic three-floor curse, but instead of my usual rough voice, a soft, refined, almost melodic voice came out. – Oh, heavenly grace, what the hell is this?!

I snapped my mouth shut. WHAT?!

I tried to speak again, hoping to hear my familiar gravelly baritone, wanting to scream, “What the fuck are these tits?!” but instead, I said:

– How is it that such exquisite curves now belong to me?! – the words came out ridiculously refined, like I was some damn Disney character. The stupid melody still kept playing, creeping into my ears like sickly syrup. I jerked forward, intending to turn off the source of this madness, but then I realized my movements had become… elegant? Thin wrists, tiny fingers, softness in every motion… FUCK!

I looked down at my hands. These were not my hands. Instead of the familiar veined, sun-kissed, scarred fists, I saw delicate, smooth palms with well-manicured nails painted pale pink.

– God damn it… – I tried to curse, but again that damned refined voice sliced through the air: – Oh, how this image is captivating, yet so foreign to me!

Oh my God, why me?!

I squinted, trying to piece together the chronology of events. Last night… I was with the guys, we found some new crap – like some plant powder… They told me it might be some bullshit, not a real high, but I, as a true alpha, inhaled first to prove I wasn’t a pussy. And now? I’m a fucking princess?!

Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around. And it got even worse.

Pink. Pink EVERYWHERE.

Fluffy pillows, a vanity with lights, a stuffed teddy bear nearby, some damn cupcakes perfectly arranged on a plate. I was in some puke-colored dollhouse prison.

I finally gathered my courage and looked down. And nearly had a heart attack.

Ruffles. Little bows. Stockings. I was dressed like… like… like a damn Lolita.

– NO! THIS CAN’T BE! – I squealed and immediately covered my mouth with my hand. That disgusting feminine tone was killing me. Everything inside me wanted to scream, throw something, destroy this sickening mess.

But instead... instead of screaming, “What the fuck is going on?”, I... I said:

– Oh, merciful God, what strange twists of fate are these?

What. The. Fuck.

I jumped up – holy shit, I JUMPED UP! – but my legs immediately gave way because, first of all, I was now in the body of some delicate, graceful creature, and second, the stockings and that damn satin ribbon on my waist made me even more unstable. I collapsed back onto the bed, my new curves jiggling with me, and I shuddered at the realization.

This wasn’t just some woman’s body. This was the body of a damn Barbie doll.

Me, Jason "Iron" McKenzie, the alpha who’d always laughed at all these "instababes", turned into the very bitch I despised with all my soul. The pinkest, most sickly sweet toy.

– God damn it… – I wanted to say: “Kill me, damn it!”

But instead, I said:

– Oh, my stars, what a monstrous mismatch with reality!

I grabbed my head.

"God, kill me." But instead of a normal groan of despair, a melodic, almost pitiful sigh escaped my chest.

Caught in an emotional choke, I didn’t even notice that someone had entered the room at that moment.

– Good morning, sweetie, – the voice was soft, but with an obvious note of smugness.

I sharply turned my head – my long, silky hair brushed my shoulders, and that barely noticeable movement somehow gave me goosebumps. Standing in front of me was Zak Henderson.

It was impossible not to recognize him. Or rather, it was impossible for me. That polished, smug piece of male perfection that I despised with all my soul. He was the type of guy I’d always hated: always well-groomed, always confident, always surrounded by girls he could win over with just a look. He had perfect cheekbones, straight teeth, impeccable hair, a muscular but lean body. The kind of guy from a glossy magazine, one who never knew what it meant to truly struggle for a place in the sun.

And now he was looking at me... in love.

– You’re so cute when you wake up, Jess, – he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Jess?! Jessica?! Damn, why the hell did my chest ache when I saw him?! I swallowed hard. But that was a mistake.

Because instead of the usual dry throat sensation I could clear with a quick, powerful cough, a damn gentle, trembling sigh escaped me. A warning bell rang in my head: something wasn’t right. Not right at all.

I tried to cough, but even my cough sounded ridiculously sweet. The cherry on top was when I shifted my legs and felt the soft friction of the stockings rubbing against each other. And that… that was too much! Too damn sweet!

– Oh, please, Zak, grant me the mercy of being alone, for my heart is now trembling in confusion!

Holy shit. Just holy shit. I was about to say something tough, manly, like “Get the fuck out of here, asshole!” — but instead, out of my mouth came some whiny, prim nonsense, like I was some noblewoman in a medieval castle!

Zak, that slick bastard, tilted his head slightly and smiled. No, not just smiled – his gaze softened, warmed up, as if he was looking at… his beloved? Damn it!

– You’re especially sweet today, Jess, – he said, his voice so… deep, velvety, confident. Normally, I would’ve snorted, saying something like, “Hey, pretty boy, go hit on some girls at the club.” But my body suddenly tensed up, as if expecting something... some kind of continuation?

I felt my chest slowly rise and fall with heavy breaths, how my delicate fingers involuntarily clenched into fists. Inside me, a storm of panic raged. What the hell was going on?! Why was I feeling something strange in his gaze?! Why the hell was I trembling when I saw that perfect smug face?! This was Zak Henderson, the guy I couldn’t stand! That glossy piece of shit who was too good for everyone, even life itself!

And the worst part… I suddenly realized my heart wasn’t pounding with anger. It was beating faster because of something else. Something warm, something… tender… FUCK, NO!!!

– Your confusion is so charming, – he reached out slowly, without hurry, and touched my cheek.

I jerked away sharply, but my body… no, my body didn’t react how I wanted! It didn’t jerk away roughly and sharply, but made some kind of nervous, but smooth movement, like a shy heroine in some aristocratic romance. Damn it!

– Please, Zak, don’t embarrass me with such bold attention! – I whined, almost helplessly.

WHERE THE HELL WERE MY SWEAR WORDS?! WHERE WAS MY BRUTAL “FUCK OFF, BRO!”?! WHY DID THIS SOUND LIKE A DAMN JANE AUSTEN ROMANCE?!

Zak laughed. Damn it, he actually dared to laugh!

– You’re so cute when you blush, – he smirked, and his fingers slid lower, along my shoulder, along that damn thin strap of my top. I felt cold sweat run down my back.

No, no, no! I’m not blushing! I’m not cute! I’m not… shit! Why the hell am I hot?! Why am I getting goosebumps from his touch?! This isn’t my body! This is the body of some damn pink princess! What the fuck!

I jumped to my feet, but immediately cursed myself for doing it. The high stockings slid against each other, making me shiver from the too new, too unfamiliar sensation. The frills on the panties – what the hell, why are there frills on panties?! – softly brushed against my skin, and the weight of my breasts shifted with the movement, making me, unable to handle the new balance, awkwardly topple back. Zak instantly grabbed me by the waist.

– Careful, sweetie.

I tried to pull away, but something wasn’t right. In his hands… there was warmth. Some disgusting, but mesmerizing feeling. Like in his arms... I was safe?! God, no, not this!

– Zak, please, let me go! – my voice betrayed me, trembling, but it didn’t sound like it did in my head. It didn’t sound scared or rough. It sounded like… I don’t know! Like a damn girl in love! Like a princess in a moment of weakness!

Zak didn’t remove his hands. On the contrary, he slowly, very slowly leaned closer.

– Jess… – his voice was low, almost tender. – Why are you so worried? You know I’m here.

I. Am. Not. Jess.

I’m Jason “Iron” McKenzie! I’m a man! An alpha! I’m a rough asshole who should have punched him in the jaw by now, but…

But my body. My damn body. It froze. It trembled. It obeyed.

I understood. Oh, how I understood. Those damn micromania debates... they turned me into the one thing I hated the most.

And the worst part was, this nightmare wasn’t just external. It was slowly, but surely, sinking inside. I felt it. In every movement. In every look. In every damn flutter of my heart.

I became that damn girl I used to laugh at.

I became the girl who belonged to Zak Henderson.

And the worst part… I wasn’t sure anymore if I wanted to fight it.