PART 1

Much time had passed since the fromer princess sproued a fluffy llama's neck. Her new responsibilities as the sultana of Agrabah were initially put aside to put all her resources and assets into finding a cure to her llamaification, and whoever (or whatever) did this.

More time would pass as Jasmine focused all her time on trying to get back to normal. But as time went on that hopeful thought was becoming less and less plausable. Even Genie was no help, due to his semi-phenominal semi-cosmic powers. His magic only granted very temporary solutions and most of the time his magic would back fire and Jasmine would end up as a carrot, or a koala, or a painting before poofing back to her llama self.

Eventually Jasmine's advisors would have to step in and ensure that the llama-turned sultana that she had to accept her new look and get back to properly ruling her kingdom. So she did. Her normal routine of meetings and royal duties returned, although her new form did take some getting used to. The doorways had to be altered around the palace for example. Although, it wasn't all bad. Her relationship with her subjects was great, and the relationship with Aladdin was even better.

But sadly for Jasmine, her condition would only worsen. More and more black wool covered her skin as her fingers and toes turned to hooves. If it weren't for her human face and her still-bipedal stance she'd be 100% llama.

Even her mind was starting to llama-fy. If you caught her in a particularly grumpy mood, she'd spit at you as you left her room. Almost all the potted bushes around the palace had at least one bite taken out of them. And very occasionally Jasmine's mind would wander as thoughts of a simple animalistic farm life filled her fluffy head; all the tasty green grass she could eat, no responsibilities of a sultana to worry about, no itchy uncomfortable clothing scratching against her wool, she could be free...