The shop is replaced by a seraglio.

John blinked. Not only had the room outside changed from a costume shop to a seraglio but from the window she could see a city of a bygone era from the balcony beyond. There is a large marble pool fed by water spouting from intricate statuary and the walls are covered in mosaic tiles of Moorish style. Large effeminate men - Eunuchs! - stand guard in the corners. Beautiful woman frolic in the water or laze on divans or gossip over a board game. They are all veiled and wear outfits not unlike hers. Absently John veils herself and steps out nervously into the harem.

How was this even possible? The room was huge. She realised that part of her perception of its size was due to her own newly reduced stature. She must stand less than five feet now. And her body was curvy as hell but weak too. Carrying her heeled sandles she moved on naked feet and padded over to the pool. She noticed one harem girl wearing more jewellery than most. The girl was exquisitely beautiful but John felt not the slightest attraction to her which was troubling in its own way. She liked sexy girls and should have been excited or at least interested in all the female flesh on display. Nothing though.... what did that mean? She didn’t know but she had worrying suspicions.

“You. Jonna. Fan me.” The girl on the divan instructed.

“Yes mistress,” the newly named Jonna scurried to obey. She went to collect a large feather fan, breasts jiggling and wide hips swaying in a most unaccustomed manner as she moved quickly. She realised that the dark circles of her nipples were just visible through her top and that she could see the dark hair of her moms visible through her skirts. It was the same for all of the girls.

Jonna took up a fan and stood behind the Mistress - Mistress Ahlura she remembered - and gently fanned the sultans favourite concubine.

Maybe one day she would hold such an exulted position in the seraglio. Why would she think that?