"...Perhaps we should find you some job around the palace, to keep you out of mischief... But close, so I can keep an eye on you if necessary..." Jasmine went on. Suddenly she snapped her fingers. "I've got it. Just the thing. And your barbarian lack of manners or culture won't even be a problem, or even a surprise to most people. And of course, you will be unlikely to ever be a threat to the Sultan's love for me, either."
She turned to Johniee and brandished the stone at him. "I wish that you were one of the Sultan's pack elephants."
There was a tingle, and the world seemed to jump for Johniee. And she found herself looking down at Jasmine. Waaaaay down.
While Johniee was still wearing a rather elephantine expression of shock and surprise, Jasmine went on, "And let's add a few more safeguards as well. I wish that you would never willingly harm a human being."
She looked apraisingly up at Johniee, and said "I'm tempted to add a compulsion to obey orders as well, but I think it will be much more fun watching you be trained. The royal animal handlers are quite talented at what they do, and I'm sure you'll find them quite persuasive... And since you're such a fine specimine, I'm sure you'll just love it when they decide to breed you..."
With a sickening sensation, Johniee realized that she was still a she. A female elephant.
"Now, if you don't mind, I have to go find my husband." Jasmine said. "And as you're a little large to move, let's make this extremely easy. I wish you were in the courtyard, ready for the trainers to break you in."
And again, Johniee's vision blurred, and the world seemed to jump...
