Frog-king Stories

"Kiss me," croaked the frog. Took him in my hands; noticed the prominent crown on his head. How do fairytale princesses keep missing obvious details? Superficial tarts! "Kiss me, fair damsel." He stared at my cleavage. Definitely a dude. Rolled my eyes. "Kiss me," begging. I obliged. Poof. Wait... a prince-ess? Tears in her eyes. "The curse is lifted. Thank you. I am forever yours." She halted mid-jump at me; eyes locked...