Yes, indeed she does!

"Of course she does!" exclaims a large matron in a booming voice who had been watching the whole scene with a particularly keen interest.

Then, you notice that you actually recognize this woman! Your stomach turns. Turnabout is indeed fair play. Earlier in the day, while wandering the market as a man, you had cut in front of a line to buy food at the market. Most of the people in the line had been afraid to challenge you, but she was the only person who actually stood up to you and stated "You only get away with such things because you are a man. I hope that one day the magic of this world shows you what life is like for a woman, you coward!"

You remember her words seemed slightly chilling at the time. After all, you were aware of the strange magic in this world. But you had noticed a crowd start to take note and wanted to have some fun at her expense. You quickly laughed her off, joking that her words and opinions didn't matter. You even gave her a light slap in the face and pushed her to the ground saying, "Be glad that all I am doing is giving you a playful smack to show my dominance, little woman," as you chucked. The crowd laughed.

She must've been so hurt that she followed you through the market all this time, even into the **** market! And now SHE is going to have some fun with YOU in front of a crowd, as you did with her.

"This girl is indeed the best kind of ****. Whereas most slaves are trained, SHE actually wanted to be a ****. She had hit the lottery having been born a man, but she requested, indeed begged, to be a female and a ****. She may be crying like a little girl, but deep down we all know she loves this." She even gives your head a humiliating pat like you were a little girl.

The crowd laughs — you can hear some of the women and men in the crowd scoffing at you and shaking their collective heads in disbelief, agreeing with the Matron and loving the spectacle. One man dressed as a Sultan's Guard seems loudest in making fun of your predicament, hurling jokes and taking particular delight in your humiliation. Had you offended him too earlier in the day somehow, or perhaps he took a perverse pleasure in seeing a man turned into a female sex ****? The people in this world all seem scarier now that you are in this curvy, sexy female body. You even start to look at men and women much differently now as the changes take hold of your mind, as you slowly get used to the new jiggly, feminine you.

Faizah exclaims, "Besides, even if she did not want this, her old body is gone, never to be seen again, and surely will not want to change back or come anywhere close to here. No, she is the perfect **** and a fine permanent asset to my harem. She shall fetch me a good profit."

The matron chimes in, "And the fact that she USED to be a man is the cherry on top." She stands tall and eyeballs you, looking down menacingly, "Actually, THIS is the cherry on top, my love..." She gives you a slight but sudden shove, akin to the kind of shove you gave her earlier in the day when you were a man. This time, the shoe (heel) is on the other foot and irony can be cruel! In your tiny, jiggly feminine body and heels, you easily lose your balance and fall to the ground to the sheer delight of the matron, who squeals with joy at the unexpected triumph, Faizah, who takes **** delight in your humiliation, and the crowd which laughes a bit louder.

The matron...