Jasmine

You immediately recognized the woman in question. Her name was Jasmine. As in princess Jasmine from the 'Aladdin' movies that Disney had released. Except she was standing in front of you, wearing that harem dancing girl costume from the movie, with her long hair bound and hanging down the back. Jasmine looked to be 5'3", maybe 5'4", to your solid six foot. Her stomach was just as flat and narrow as in the movie, though her curves looked to be a little bit lusher. Jasmine catches you looking at her cleavage. She blushed but doesn't move away.

"You'll forgive me," Jasmine said, "But something urged me to be a bit bold. I have no idea how I arrived here from my home in Agrabah. The last I knew, my father was having another discussion with me about finding a prince. My pet tiger Rajah had ran off the last suitor." Jasmine chuckled as your mind tried to keep up with the stream of events she was describing. Evidently, Jasmine hadn't met Aladdin yet. You must be dreaming, you decided. Yet everything felt very real.

"I have no idea what made me write those words on that likeness of me you're holding. I'm not even sure what a 'Stud Muffin' is," Jasmine confessed. "But I guess it's no more outlandish than the clothing you're wearing. Is this the customary garb of the Lands of the North? I assume you are a Northman because of your fair skin, blue eyes and blonde hair."

Before you can say anything, the world around you starts to change.