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Eventually, the wizard's spell reached its natural end. My chest had swollen to its full voluptuous girth, my hips had widened and my waist narrowed, and there were of course... other changes. I was now indistinguishable from the other girls – and arguably, the prettiest among them.

By then I had grown used to life in the harem. But one night, as I gazed at the stars, I wondered why I had not escaped. At the beginning, when I found the routine boring, the dances exhausting, the various lessons in how to behave a trial, why did I not simply fly off? The courtyard in which I'd landed, that first day, was freely available to me. It was, after all, a part of the harem.

It was then that I realized the wizard had cast not one spell upon me, but two. I couldn't fly away, because I had forgotten how to fly! My wings remained, but the wizard had somehow removed any knowledge of how to use them. Now the only things I knew to do with them was to fold them coquettishly, or flutter them alluringly at men. At the Sultan.

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Art by Jeupe.