Bones looked at herself in the mirror, feeling the tight leather dress hugging her curves. The blonde hair, the perky chest, the flat stomach. It all felt so new, so different.

She touched her face, her hands. They were soft, delicate. Nothing like the hard, cracked bones she was used to. She felt her heart race with excitement.

She strutted around the room, getting used to the way her new body moved. Her hips swayed, her chest bounced. It was intoxicating.

Bones took a deep breath and stepped out into the tavern. The men turned to look at her, their eyes wide with surprise. She gave them a sultry smile.

She flirted with the men, using her newfound charm to her advantage. She was enjoying this, being the center of attention. She was no longer just Bones, she was desirable.

As days passed, Bones became a regular at the tavern. The men loved her, and she loved the attention. But she also discovered something else, something unexpected.

She was a princess. She found a royal crest among her belongings one day. It was a shock, but it also made sense. The way men respected her, it was more than just her beauty.

Bones, the princess, the tavern wench. It was a strange mix, but she enjoyed it. She ruled the tavern with her charm and wit, and the men adored her.