Spread the Magic (Belle TF) (RQ)

Paul sighed as he left the movie theatre. “They just don’t make them like they used to,” he mumbled to himself. For as long as he could remember, Paul had been a big fan of Disney. However, recently his interest seemed to be waning. He was still able to enjoy plenty of their older movies, but their newer movies simply didn’t hold his interest. He thought that if anything, Disney’s newest movie, “Frozen”, might be able to get him back into Disney, what with how popular it seemed to be, but it just wasn’t doing it for him. He was beginning to wonder if his love of Disney’s older movies was nothing more than nostalgia at this point, or if they really had something that their newer movies didn’t.

“If only there was some way… Some way to recapture that magic.” He chuckled at his statement. Not because of the predicament he was in over his love of Disney, but because of his use of the word “magic”. Magic was, after all, something Disney was associated with, even having the Magic Kingdom being one of their theme parks. That made the phrase seem all the more appropriate.

“Hm, maybe if I took a trip to…” Paul trailed off as he noticed a woman in a golden ball gown looking around frantically, before ducking into an alleyway. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed her earlier, considering how much she stood out. She looked almost like a princess. Curious, he decided to take a look down the alleyway she disappeared down, and quickly made his way over to it.

To his surprise, despite being a dead end, the alley was completely deserted, and there was no sign of the woman. “What the heck?” He entered the alley, looking for any hiding spots, but the woman had vanished, although not without a trace. Lying right in the middle of the alley was a rose, pristine and perfect as if someone had plucked it and immediately left it here. Something told Paul that the woman may have dropped it when she rushed into the alley, and it was the only thing that held him to the belief that he hadn’t simply imagined seeing the woman run into the alley.

He reached down to pick up the rose, when suddenly pain coursed through his finger. “Argh!” He noticed blood was starting to seep out of a small prick on his finger. It seemed he had accidentally pricked himself on one of the rose’s thorns. Before he could even think about what to do about this, Paul began to feel woozy. All sorts of things rushed through his head. Was the rose poisonous? Was him pricking his finger going to kill him? Would someone find him here in the alley before it was too late? As much as he struggled to hold on, the rose’s toxins won out, and Paul fell unconscious, collapsing atop the rose that had done this to him in the first place.

When Paul finally awoke, the first thing he noticed was that he was no longer in the alleyway. He was in a fairly small room, the walls lined with racks full of clothing. Against one of the walls were a small table and a mirror, with at chair lined up at it. Upon closer examination, all sorts of makeup was littered atop the table, and the racks were filled with all kinds of dresses, many of which he recognised. In fact, the icy blue dress closest to him was one he had only just seen at the movie theatre; it was Elsa’s dress from Frozen. In fact, all the other dresses on the racks seemed to belong to one Disney character or another.

Paul was very confused as to how he got here from the alleyway, but he figured it was probably somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. Spotting the exit amongst the racks, he reached for the door handle, when suddenly something grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him away. “What the?” he shouted, turning around to find his assailant. However, there was no one there. He searched around, looking behind all the racks, but there was no one hiding anywhere.

“Huh, weird.” Paul was beginning to think that maybe he had just imagined someone pulling on his shirt. He reached for the door handle again, but this time a gloved hand grabbed him by the wrist and pulled it to the side, away from the door. His gaze followed up the glove, seeing that it was part of the ensemble belonging to Cinderella, as her pale blue dress stood next to him, holding onto his arm. But the strangest part was that it was just her dress; there was no one wearing it. The space inside the dress was completely empty, but it seemed to be able to stand on its own. Not to mention it had a very strong grip.

“Wha…” Before Paul could say anything else, his other hand was suddenly grabbed by another glove, which seemed to belong to Tiana, judging by the dress it was floating in front of. “What’s going on?” Paul asked, but the dresses made no sound to answer. Instead, they turned him around to face the other side of the room, where he saw another dress pulling itself off the rack. It was a long, golden ball gown, accompanied by a pair of gloves of the same colour. Paul recognised it as Belle’s outfit from Beauty and the Beast, but he also recognised it as the dress that woman was wearing when she ran into the alleyway. Paul was starting to wonder what role she had played in all this, but the dresses didn’t seem to want to give him any time to think.

Belle’s dress made some sort of hand gesture with one of its gloves, and suddenly, the other two dresses pushed Paul forward, tripping him. The moment he hit the ground, all the other clothing on the racks all seemed to come alive at once, swarming him. Paul shut his eyes as the dresses pushed and pulled, poking and prodding. With all the cloth swishing around his body, he could barely feel anything else, until, just as suddenly as they jumped on him, the clothes left him, returning to their racks. Paul slowly sat up, when he realised that he was now completely naked. He looked around, and noticed his clothes were now hung up on the rack with the dresses. He stood up and turned to the only dress that hadn’t gone back to being an inanimate piece of clothing; Belle’s dress.

“What do you want from me?” Paul asked. The dress remained silent, leaving Paul to believe they couldn’t speak at all. Instead, she reached behind her back, and pulled out a red rose, just like the one Paul had seen in the alley. Fearing he might pass out and be at the dresses’ mercy if he were pricked by the rose again, Paul, as quick as he could, reached for his own clothes on the rack. Just as they were in reach, however, another dress came to life, this one belonging to Aurora from Sleeping Beauty, and stood in his way, preventing him from getting to them. He realised he wouldn’t be getting to them any time soon, and so, at the risk of embarrassment, he ran towards the door while still naked. That too was blocked off from him though, this time by Snow White’s dress.

Paul turned around, only to find the Belle dress right in front of him, leaving him no room to escape. She held up the rose incredibly close to his face. He could have sworn he heard a very faint giggle, floating through the air around him. “Please,” he began to plead. Apparently the dress didn’t take too kindly to that, however, and thrust the rose as his face before he could say anything else, pricking him on the nose. Paul’s body began to feel strange, but unlike last time, he didn’t feel sleepy at all. In fact, he felt wider awake than he had ever been before. The Belle dress stepped back a bit, and the Snow White dress pushed him forward a bit, towards the middle of the room.

Snow White’s shoving pushed him to his knees. However he wasn’t focusing on that. What Paul was focusing on was all the strange feelings going on with his face. From his perspective, it felt like it was being pushed and pulled around, moulded into something else. He couldn’t see the true extent of the changes, however. Starting at where he was pricked, his nose shrunk down, and his lips puffed up. His eyes grew a little, his irises turning brown, and his eyelashes grew much longer. All his stubble sank back into his skin, leaving his skin smooth and soft. His eyebrows thinned, and turned brown, his hair turning the same colour. His hair grew out dramatically, flowing down his back.

“Huh?” Paul asked, grabbing at the long brown hair that now hung from his head. “What’s- Ah!” While he was talking, his throat had slimmed down, removing his adams apple and restructuring his vocal chords. His voice was now much higher pitched, and sounded very familiar to him. His skin continued to become smoother as the transformation continued pushing his shoulders inwards. His arms slimmed down, and his hands shrunk a bit, making them look a bit more feminine, along with his nails growing longer. His waist pushed inwards, causing him to double over. From his new position, he was able to feel every little bit of weight being added to him as two lumps began to swell up on his chest. Before long, he had a reasonably sized pair of breasts hanging from his chest. He pushed himself upright again, hoping that would alleviate some of the discomfort he was experiencing from his new breasts dangling freely, but without anything to support them, he was still able to feel the pull of gravity on them.

“I…” Paul couldn’t think of what to say. His eyes were locked to his new breasts, resting upon his crossed arms. He had breasts! This was all so surreal. If all of this didn’t feel so real, he was have thought this was all just a dream, brought on by that weird rose in the alleyway. Whatever was going on with him was not done, however. With the way he was kneeling, he felt his butt expand beneath him, and his hips pushed outwards. The felt in his legs redistributed itself, slimming down his calves, while plumping up his thighs a bit, giving them a much more feminine look. Just like his hands, his feet shrunk a bit, and his toenails grew longer. He looked over his breasts, at the last part of his male body left; his genitals. “Please…” he pleaded to no one in particular. However, his cries fell on deaf ears, as right before his eyes, his genitals began to shrink down, until they finally slipped back inside of him, forming parts appropriate for the fairer sex, and leaving nothing but a slit on the outside.

Paul breathed heavily, his transformation over. He slowly stood up, and seeing that the Belle dress didn’t seem to be making a move yet, he turned to look at his new body in the mirror. He soon realised why his new voice sounded so familiar. “I’m… I’m Belle?” he asked aloud. He heard footsteps behind him, prompting him to quickly turn around and see who it was. The Belle dress had approached him, cornering him between itself and the table. After seeing what it was capable of, Paul was more afraid than ever of what this dress was going to do now. It reached inside itself, and pulled out a pale yellow bra, and a pair of panties. It seemed to be offering these undergarments to him.

“You… you want me to wear these?” Paul asked. The dress still made to sound, simply holding the underwear in front of him. However, Paul was more focussed on his old clothes, which he had spotted still on the clothing rack where they had been placed after he was stripped. He might not have his own body, but perhaps he could still get his own clothes back instead of resorting to wearing something that was probably possessed. The dress seemed to notice where his gaze was pointed, however, and tossed the underwear at him. The bra floated through the air, wrapping itself around his breasts and fastening itself up at the back. The panties waited close to his feet, and while Paul was still caught off guard by the bra, the dress lifted him up into the air, allowing the panties to slide up his legs.

Before the dress put him down, a pair of golden high heels slipped out from underneath the dress, and placed themselves on his feet. Now the dress let him down again, although his balance was a little off due to the heels. He tried to grab onto something to stead his balance, but only found himself sticking his hand inside one of Belle’s yellow silk gloves, which pulled itself all the way up past his elbow, as the other did the same. One of the drawers on the table opened up, and a golden hairband flew out and tied his hair into a ponytail. From the same draw, a pair of small golden earrings shot out, piercing his ears. All that was left was the dress, which had now turned around, facing away from him, and had unlaced itself at the back.

Paul tried to get away from the dress that had done all this to him, but found himself unable to escape. The heels held on tightly to his feet, and remained standing on the ground. His arms too were unable to move, the gloves controlling his movements. With the help of the heels and the gloves, Paul stepped into the dress, slipping his arms into it and pulling it up to his chest. As it laced itself back up, Paul completely lost control of his body. Without his input, his new female body sat down at the table, and began applying makeup.

While this was going on, Paul heard a voice inside his head that sounded a lot like what his actual voice sounded like now. “Ah,” it said, “It feels so good to have a body inside me again.”

“Who are you? What’s going on?” Paul thought, unable to use his mouth and hoping whatever this voice was could hear him this way.

“You can call me Belle. I am the dress you are wearing. You have become my latest vessel.”

“What does that mean, exactly?” Paul tried to remain as calm as possible, considering he now had the body of a Disney princess and couldn’t move of his own will.

“Not much once we’re done here. You’ll keep this body, and you’ll keep wearing me, but I’ll give you back control over yourself. All you have to do is go around and spread the magic.”

“Spread the magic?”

“Yes. I’d do it myself, but without a body, I can’t speak, and a dress walking around by itself tends to cause people to freak out. Don’t worry, you’ll understand soon enough.” The force controlling him finished with the makeup, and stood up, blowing a kiss at the mirror. His body walked over to the door and placed his hand on the door handle. “I’ll help when you really need it, but for the most part I’ll try to not interfere too much. Have fun out there!”

And with that, his body opened the door and walked outside. After his eyes adjusted to the brightness, Paul realised he actually recognised where he was. This was the Magic Kingdom Park in Walt Disney World, the most magical place on Earth. That tagline had just been given a whole new meaning by what he had just gone through, however.

Paul had only taken a few steps, when he heard a voice calling to him. “Excuse me.” He turned around to see a woman, a young girl beside her. “I hope it’s not too much of a bother, but could my daughter get her picture taken with you?” The girl looked up at Paul expectantly. He had a feeling that this might have been what the dress was talking about when it said “spread the magic.”

“Of course!” he answered with as much enthusiasm as he could manage. This certainly wasn’t what he was expecting, but Paul had a feeling this might be just what he needed to rekindle his love of Disney. And all it took was for him to actually become a Disney character.