What happens next?

Jasmine looks for clothing

The worst part for Jasmine about being suddenly stripped of all her clothing was not knowing where to put her hands. Should she try to cover her melon-sized breasts or else try to conceal her hairless private parts? Or should she just try to cover her shapely yet all too visible rear end?

And what would her father the sultan say if he saw her like this? Granted, he was usually a kind man, all too prone to spoil Jasmine since the **** of her mother -- who apparently had been her father's favorite wife, judging from his **** to remarry -- but surely his patience was not limitless.

And if he didn't say anything, Jafar surely would. Indeed, she could picture both Jafar and his pet parrot Iago positively drooling over the opportunity to use this situation for their own ends. Granted, she had joked privately for years that she could never picture Jafar marrying anyone because he was too much in love with himself -- but that did not mean he would be above exploiting Jasmine's nudity for his own advantage.

The only one she can count on for sure right then was her pet tiger Rajah -- and even Rajah could not do that much to help her.

But maybe she was doing all this worrying for nothing. After all, she had enough clothes in the palace that it would not be that hard to find something to cover her nakedness.

She'd simply go to her bedroom and find --

"What happened?" Jasmine asked.

One of the maidservants, a kindly middle-aged woman named Fatima, said quite reluctantly, "I'm sorry, Mistress. But your clothes -- they all suddenly vanished. Almost as if it were the will of Allah."

"You did not see where they went?" asked Jasmine.

"No, Mistress," said Fatima. "I swear it."

"But I need clothes," said Jasmine, feeling quite stupid for saying so.

Then she thought a moment.

"Fatima," Jasmine asked, "are you willing to do your mistress a big favor?"

"Yes, mistress," said Fatima.

"In that case," said Jasmine, "take off your clothes."