John tries the harem girl outfit on.

Not expecting it to fit John takes off his shirt and tried on the diaphanous top. He feels and odd shiver course through his body as the top fits. He blinks in surprise at how feminine his torso looks. “That’s... not right...” he mutters in mild confusion as his pants grow looser and the flesh of his chest swells abnormally for a man. More concerned about his swelling chest he grabs at the translucent top, eyes widening at the tactile sensation. His fingers are small, long nailed and he can feel them cupping his rounded chest. “Breasts?!” The tiny outfit fits his chest snuggly. His pants slide down his legs and he looks past his chest in utter bewilderment. “Oh... my...” his manhood is gone, replaced with a mound and a pair of fleshy lips topped with a small gift of dark hair. His... no her skin is darker. Her pants are much too big to wear and so she reluctantly slips on the harem skirt. It fits her rounded ass perfectly as promised. “Wait... they said Ottoman Empire... sex ****?!” Her voice was dusky and sexy. And she knew she was no longer speaking English.