A position less than in charge was not adequate for Jasmine, as she stared in to her father’s eyes. She, unlike Jafar, did not need to wile her way into power, she already had it.
There was really just one person in her way, she smirked.
So power hungry she had become that she was not even content to let her father continue.
"No, father," Jasmine interrupted. "I have something to tell YOU…"
The magic from her pendant hit her father full force, as Jasmine recited from memory another spell she’d seen in the book, one that had stuck out to her as perfect for her needs.
“Wha…?” her father sputtered as his form began to change, growing a little taller, as his beard began to retract. His hair grew less white, regaining some of his youth. But along with that came more changes. His body began to curve, becoming more hourglass-like but still quite chubby.
His man-boobs became more shapely, and more like the breasts of a woman. Even as he gasped, his penis pulling in to itself, until his gasps sounded feminine with the loss of his penis, as it retracted all the way in, along with his balls, becoming his clit to the opening that was his womanly vagina. His nails grew out, looking well groomed.
His… no her clothes began to rearrange, becoming those of a harem girl or belly dancer, not too different from the immodest clothes she herself wore. Jewelry began to appear, large hoop earrings and bangles. Makeup appeared on her face, expertly applied.
As Jasmine’s father had now become a short, chubby, middle aged belly dancer. Still, not totally unattractive in her own right.
The mind was next, as the former Sultan began to feel more and more feminine and pretty. Interest in the throne began to completely fade. The Sultan was an old man, but this new woman, she still had several years left on her life. Jasmine could have the throne, she… she wanted this more now.
Knowledge of erotic belly dancing filled her mind, along with decades worth of sexual experience. She knew who she was… she hadn’t forgotten, but this new girl really only wanted to spend her remaining years dancing and fucking. Her belly dancing was so perfect, so sensual, that it could make men or women weak at the knees, lusting after this delectable creature.
She began to stare at her daughter lustfully, as her bisexuality was in full force now. The newly minted woman had no desire to be a middle aged virgin, she needed to get fucked, hard and soon.
“I think we should call you Mahsati,” Jasmine said with a smirk, as her fingers traced the age lines in her face, luckily there was not much to call new, the more extreme years of her life had already been bypassed.
“Of course, Princess Jasmine,” said Mahsati, kneeling before her. She was royalty after all, and despite knowing the contrary Mahsati no longer felt like royalty.
“You will tell no one of what happened here,” she said to her former father. “After all, if you did, Genie might try and change you back, and you don’t want that, do you?”
Mahsati was horrified, of course she didn’t want to go back to an elderly Sultan with all that responsibility, “Of course not, Princess.”
“Good, now why don’t you find someone to amuse yourself with, and maybe later I’ll take you to my own bed chambers, perhaps let Rajah have a crack at you too.” Jasmine said with an evil laugh.
Mahsati’s eyes went wide, but she was talking to the Princess, she needed to obey, plus she really wanted to see if she could seduce Rasoul, regretting despite knowing the reasons that she’d never slept with the burly guard.
“Oh wait,” Jasmine said remembering, “What was it you wanted to tell me?”
“Oh yes! The delegate from Athens will be arriving in two days! I’m so glad that I don’t have to deal with now!” Mahsati said with an aged giggle, still quiet addlebrained which had made the former Sultan in to quite the bimbo. “I hear he is a famed hero named Hercules, and he’ll be joined by his wife Megara. Maybe he’ll fuck me! Or she will… or both at the same time!” the idea just made Mahsati cream herself right there. She couldn’t wait to dance for them.
“Ah,” said Princess Jasmine as she walked through the hallway confidently, past the newly forged Mahsati. She needed that lamp, she couldn’t keep using her powers if they were going to take a toll on her body. Still, now she could report that her father had left for a bit, leaving Jasmine in charge.
As it should be.
Now, to prepare for the delegation, and to get her hands on that lamp.