Looking down at yourself, you see a girl apparently in her mid-teens, about 15-16 - roughly the same as your real-world age. You're a little shorter, at a little over 5 feet tall. You have a slim feminine figure, with a thinner waist and slightly wider hips. A pair of breasts are on your chest, looking about a large B-cup. Your hair is jet-black and flows like a waterfall down your back, long enough to touch the floor.
Your clothing is not as elaborate as your mom's or Jessica's, but is clearly just as fine. The dress you're wearing is primarily white, modest, and floor-length. The shoulders have a slight puffiness, while the sleeves get wider towards the end, being about 2 feet wide at the wrist. There is a gold lining on the arms just under the shoulders and on the end of the sleeves.
"Oh wow, you look like me!" Jessica cries excitedly. Though her dress is different, and her hair is shorter, what you can see of yourself does look like her.
"Ha, yeah, you're a princess!" Ryan chuckles.
"What the hell?!" you ask aloud. Your voice is even high and soft, clearly feminine. "What happened?"
Your dad considers, stroking his chin. "I remember... in the contract, it said that our virtual bodies are changed to match the 'game' we're in, and our role in it. It said changes are random, but usually minor, but big ones can happen. Just... bad luck, it looks like."
"Well I don't want to be a princess," you grumble. "Can't we change it? Or make a complaint?"
"I... don't think so," your mom said. "We all signed the agreement. And I don't think changing it is possible."
"So I'm stuck like this?" you complain, pulling at the dress's skirt before dropping it.
A moment later, ornate doors appear on the opposite end of the room as the thrones, then open. A tall man with slick hair and a mustache and fancy clothes appears from behind the opening doors as the rest of the castle is formed. The man enters the room and bows before you and your family.
"Ah, you arrive at last, your Majesties," the man says. "As herald, I bid you welcome." He looks at each member of your family in turn. "King Mark. Queen Susan. Prince Ryan. Princess Jessica. Prince Damien." He looks at you, and seems to freeze for just a moment before saying "Princess... Serenity."
"Serenity?" you ask incredulously. 'That's the name it's using for me?' you think.
The herald ignores your outburst. "I shall go make the announcements, and your stewards and other servants shall arrive shortly. Pardon me." He then turns and walks out the door.
Right after the herald disappears, Rex the dog appears next to you. You squat down and pet him, as he happily licks your hand and wags his tail. 'At least you recognize me and treat me the same,' you think. But Rex starts to glow as well, just like everyone else did.
"Looks like he gets a fantasy form too," your mom says.
"Ooh, what's he gonna be?" Damien asks.
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