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Snow White and the Huntsgirl

The Frog and the Transgender Prince

Hansel and Gregory

P Pan and Beyondland

The Huntsman and the Beast

Snow White and Sleeping Beauty

The Troll Council and the Intersex Savior

Snow White’s Father and the Transgender Queen

Wendy and Polly Pan

Baba Yaga, the Intersex Witch

Curiouser and CuriouserBeau and the Beast

Once upon a time, in a small and far away kingdom, there was a young, spoilt prince; his name was Nathaniel. His parents doted on him, and though they were sweet and kind and regal, he was not. He was short-tempered with the staff, the servants, and his peers. He was blessed with good looks: pale skin, big blue eyes framed by dark lashes, thick, curly, auburn hair, full lips, a square jaw, height, and a muscular frame. He was swoon material, and he knew it. Young women were always interested in him, but he wasn’t particularly interested in them. No young woman he met caught his interest, and he often rebuffed them in the cruelest manner. No one dared to complain to the king and queen about their son’s behavior, so they were na?vely unaware.

Nathaniel slowly came to realize that he was attracted to other young men. He lingered at training sessions and fighting practices. The muscular arms, shoulders, backs, and chests of boys and men excited and humiliated him. Homosexuality was unheard of; males liked females, and females liked males. There was not a male-likes-male or female-likes-female option. He, on the other hand, would get hard-ons looking at and thinking about certain young men. He even dreamed about them. He masturbated thinking about young men—particularly about Luke—his regular sparring partner

When Nathaniel was eighteen, he was particularly cruel to Isadora, the daughter of his parents’ envoy to the neighboring kingdom to the south. She paid a lot of attention to him, and he made fun of her clothes, her looks, and her attempts to flirt with him. He had the audacity to call her a cow at a court party, and, mortified, she ran out of the party and sought the solace of the gardens. A sobbing young woman in the royal gardens caught the attention of Fairy Kate.

“Why do you cry, child?” Kate asked.

“Prince Nathaniel was beastly to me. He ridiculed me in front of everyone. He called me a cow,” she sobbed.

Fairies, especially fairy queens, did not tolerate extreme vanity in humans, and Fairy Kate was a fairy queen. “Beastly?” Fairy Kate repeated, grinning with a sudden satisfaction. “I like it. Beastly he will become. I’ll test him first, but I have heard about him before. A reckoning is in order.” And with that, Fairy Kate left the young woman and waited.

On a stormy night, Fairy Kate sensed that activity in the castle was low. She sensed the young prince near the kitchens and knocked on the back door, transforming herself into the shape of a poor, old woman. A servant answered the door, and Kate asked to be let in from the storm and given a bite to eat. The servant led the old woman into the castle immediately and led her to the fire.

The prince, seeing the old woman, was aghast. “What are you doing?” he asked the servant.

“My prince, in this storm, we are obligated to give shelter and aid,” she answered.

“To this Troll?” he answered. “She is odious. Get her out of here. I will not stand her presence.”

The servant stared at him. “My prince, it is not done. You could hurt yourself. She could hurt you.”

“That hag? How on earth could she hurt me? She is nothing, a beggar,” he scoffed.

“Please my prince, the fairy folk test us. If you fail the test, I hate to think of what could happen,” stammered the servant.

“The fairy folk—do you believe in such old wives’ tales? Out! Get her out!” he screamed

Mortified, the servant turned to Kate, “Oh, my lady, have mercy on me. I must obey my master.”

“A blessing be upon you, my child. I am not dismayed by you. You tried to warn him,” and she turned and looked at the prince and transformed into her most radiant fairy queen self.

Nathaniel was stunned, and he was suddenly afraid. He had revealed his most uncharitable nature to a fairy queen. He couldn’t imagine the punishment. “My lady,” he began.

“Silence, it is too late for apologies. You were beastly to Isadora and to me, and so a beast you will be and remain forever more unless you convince a mortal to love you,” she smiled in sweet satisfaction as she spoke the words, because she couldn’t imagine his arrogant personality ever swaying a mortal’s heart beyond the monster she would make him appear to be.