Fat woman, bride of the prince

 Then there was the wind.
 He tried to break the glass.
 At about midnight she ran in and
 closed the door to all constipation!
 But a rough voice still sounded in my head: "Stop!"
 Here, safe and quiet, she was still furious, but
 screams and pain from the past shook her large and now battered body.

 No wonder she came back here!

 Her large and thick body infuriated men from the parallel world.
 But in that native world, she was considered a disgusting fat woman!
 Here, she was almost the queen of the world, she was fired from the office there because her weight was one hundred kilograms.
 In this world where men were big and fat and women too small and skinny, she made a splash as soon as she stepped outside.
 Her curse, her pain, her great weight, here in a strange world was her chip, her gain, her hope for a happy future!
 The prime minister's son and the crown prince were vying for her attention and didn't dare to ask directly who she had chosen.
 But here she was different.
 It was impossible to live here.
 The earth was scorched by the sun and the cities were covered with a cap.  Caps protected from the sun.
 However, everything else was the same as in her world.

 The prince asked
 -Will you give me your hand?
 She answered.
 -My arm is too fat!
 The prince rolled his eyes dreamily.
 -Your hand is beautiful!  Your skin is white and you can see the blood pulsing.
 She said
 - The maids of honor of your court are so cute.  With each of them you can sculpt figurines or draw the most beautiful portraits!
 The prince fell silent and then said
 - No, their hands are dry as sticks, and their white skin is all cracked.
 She asked
 Is your chemist looking for the formula for the perfect cream?
 The prince screamed
 -Not.  Not anymore, my guards kicked him out.  Now he lives behind the dome.
 She said
 -His cream doesn't help?
 The prince cried
 - My mom's hands have become so ugly!  She cries in pain.  All women over thirty suffer from dryness and cracking.  There is no cure for this.  I feel sorry for mom!
 She wiped the prince's eyes with her monogrammed handkerchief and sent him home.

 The prime minister's son was more determined.  He asked not only to give his hand, but also the fat woman's heart. His eyes burned with a strange light and it seemed that a little more and he would pounce on her.  But as soon as she raised her eyes and looked at him point-blank, his cheeks turned red and he lowered his eyes.
 - If you become my wife, my career will immediately take off.  Our Cabinet...
 But she interrupted
 -Do you love me?
 The prime minister's son laughed
 -How can you ask?  All the men of our kingdom love you! From little boys to grey-haired old men, everyone feels the passion and heartbeat when you pass by!  You know it!
 She smiled
 -It's nice to hear it.  But I asked about something else.  Do you love me?
 The prime minister's son whispered:
 -My body shakes with rage as soon as I think that someone will take you away from me.  This is Love?
 She whispered back
 -I do not know.
 The prime minister's son fell to his knees
 -If you refuse, I'll go behind the dome.  I can not...
 The man sobbed.
 She pulled out a monogrammed handkerchief from another pocket. After wiping another lover's eyes, she sent him home and thought.
 Recently, she began to worry about her health.  Her weight had dropped a lot during her time here in the domed kingdom.
 And... She stretched out her white hands in front of her.  Her skin began to crack.  So far, these were microcracks, but the girl suspected that in about a year she would become like the rest of the inhabitants of the kingdom under the dome. She would become skinny and cracked. Only her tall stature and ...
 But what is interesting is why the men here in the kingdom do not lose weight and do not become covered with cracks?
 And why don't the women of the kingdom envy her?
 When meeting with the women of the kingdom, she felt only peace.  Women admired, were delighted with her weight and height, but there was no aggression.
 Why is that?
 It was a mystery that would be nice to solve.
 The mobile phone buzzed.  She rushed to him and pressed to his ear.
 - Well, where are you? - the voice of the speaker was hoarse and it seemed that even through the tube there was a smell of fumes.
 "I'm not here," she replied calmly.
 “I bought a saw,” the man giggled, “you can’t cut your body with a knife.”  Only a saw will help here.  Where are you? Okay, that's enough, play and be.  Come back!  Otherwise... You have nowhere to hide, I'll still find you!

 She switched off the phone.  The cell phone turned on and off as it wanted.  He worked here.  He connected her with people from that world, but behaved strangely.
 Here it was dangerous for health, there it was dangerous for life.  She didn't love anyone here, but she was loved.  Loved devotedly and passionately!
 She loved there.  But she was not loved and appreciated.
 So which world should she choose?

 She came in here six months ago, then went out and came back home.

 The pool she regularly went to was old and the shower room was old.
 Once, after taking a shower after the pool, she dried off, dressed, said goodbye to her grandfather, the administrator, and left.

  Went out to another world.  The shower room connected the kingdom and its world. The passage between the worlds was easy. However, time was running out.  The smell almost killed her.  During the transition, the smell became so unbearable that afterward she could not catch her breath for a long time.
  Six times she went back and forth, from the kingdom to her world, from her world to the kingdom, the sixth time she was taken to the hospital straight from the pool with a diagnosis of poisoning.
 The smell appeared only when she returned from the kingdom.
 The path from her world to the kingdom was not accompanied by smells.

 It was as if the kingdom itself was whispering to her: "Make a choice, stay with me! You will be adored here! You will be loved and appreciated until... Until your skin cracks too."

 So what choice should she make?
 To remain a queen, or to be again a fat woman, who is mocked by a man with a rough voice? A fat woman, who is laughed at by everyone around, laughed at by everyone, even relatives.

 Here is a queen, there is a fat woman.  So...
 What should she choose?
  Tell!