Princess Camille sat in her aquarium, one eye watching her master, and the other tracking a particularly juicy fly that was threatening to fly within range.
When she had first been turned into a frog, the idea of eating flies had disgusted her. She swore that she would never allow one to pass her lips. Unfortunately, hunger had been an effective debater on the subject, and soon she discovered that although as a human the thought of eating flies was disgusting, her frog body found them quite tasty.
Her master, on the other hand, was reclining in his chair, drinking some of that hideous green soda, and watching Star Trek Voyager. She really didn't understand how he could watch that show. Seeing his increased attention when the pinnocio character was on screen, she tried again. "You know, I look a lot like that when I'm human."
"Shhhhh!" was her only reply.
She sagged a bit, and quickly grabbed the errant fly to munch on as she sank into deeper depression. Thousands of woman-deprived geeks, and she comes across the only one who is scared of a relationship. She shook her head and climbed the small log he had put in her aquarium, pausing a moment to rub an itchy piece of skin against a nice rough spot on the wood. Settling down comfortably, she was quickly lulled to sleep.
Some noise woke her up in the middle of the night. Blinking blearily, she saw a man dressed in black clothes rifling through her master's desk. A burglar?
"Hey, you!" She hissed quietly.
The burglar shot up straight, banging his head on the arm-lamp, tripping over a cord on the floor, and falling down right on top of a metal spaceship of some kind. Camille winced, thinking 'So much for stealth.' Luckily, her master had just been doing a lot of all-nighters to finish a project, and did not seem to have awakened.
A series of swear words floated up from the floor that the Princess duely ignored, and then a pasty face in a ski mask popped up in front of her tank. "Who said that?"
"I did." She waved at him for good measure.
"A talking frog?" The burglar's voice crept up in volume.
"Sssshhh!"
"Oh, yeah," he whispered. Then he blinked. "What are you, a toy?"
"No! You've heard the one about the prince who was turned into a frog? Well, I'm a princess." She paused for a moment. "What are you doing here?"
"Ah, Jackson bet me his collection of Gundam tapes that I wouldn't be able to solve this puzzle. I was hoping to find the solution."
The frog nodded. Jackson was her master's name, and he did have a hobby of making up puzzles and taunting other programmers with them. "Well, if you kiss me I'll turn into a beautiful woman, I'll help you find the answer, and I'll even be your girlfriend!"
"ahhh..." blushed the young man. "Well, I'm afraid I'm gay."
Princess Camille's jaw dropped open, and it was then that her Master woke up. "Hey, is someone in there?"
"Ah, shit," whispered the burglar. "Well, see you later!" He quickly ran off, and out of the sliding glass door.
The next day, Jackson grumbled as he tried to put his collection of notes and files back into order. She watched for a few minutes, and then tried again. "You know, if you turned me into a woman I could help you keep things neat."
"I don't want things neat! You'd put things away and I'd never find them again, just like my Mom did!"
She sighed, and snatched another fly out of the air. It was a good thing she liked flies so much, because it looked like she would be doing it for a long longer.
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