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DAUGHTER OF THE HAREM By Annie James Jimmy was not a drug user. Furthermore he had heard about the penalties for drug smuggling and would have had the good sense to refuse if his newfound friends in Rome had asked him to transport any parcel or package for them. Therefore it came as a total surprise to him when the customs search in the tiny Arab state revealed a half kilogram package of white powder, clearly visible as soon as his suitcase was opened. Later as he sat alone in a dirty cell he realized that it must have been planted by Mario while he, Jimmy, was showering just before leaving his hotel room for the airport. Unfortunately that suitcase had already been closed and he had had no reason to reopen it before leaving. It was another two weeks before it registered on his confused mind that the bag of powder had been intended to be found on him. In a genuine smuggling plan there would have been at least some effort to keep the drugs from being discovered in such a casual search. Perhaps his arrest had been meant as a distraction for the authorities while a more important shipment was being smuggled past them. Vaguely he remembered having seen Mario talking to a dark-skinned man in the hotel lobby before the start of the tourist bus ride to the catacombs where the two young men had become acquainted. They had hit it off instantly and for a week Mario had accompanied Jimmy as he saw the sights of Rome. Both had seemed sorry to part when they shook hands in the airport and tentative plans had been made for them to meet later in the summer in Paris. These plans were not to be fulfilled. Within three days Jimmy found himself before a judge, in a courtroom where he was convicted of trafficking on the evidence of the customs officer. No proof was offered that the white powder was a prohibited drug and, unable to understand the language and without a lawyer, he was powerless to make his side of the story understood. Not knowing the language spared him the horror of knowing that he was first sentenced to death, before the judge commuted the sentence to life imprisonment on account of his young age. By the end of the following week, confined in a crowded jail with hundreds of ragged and dirty fellow prisoners, none of whom could converse with him, he had reached the depths of despair. It was in the morning, just after he had been released from his squalid cell with its single cot and slop bucket to join the other prisoners in the jail yard, that he heard his name called over the public address system. After he had with difficulty identified himself to a guard, he was led through a series of corridors to a small office. The guard saluted the occupant of the chair on the other side of the desk, turned and departed, leaving Jimmy staring at the stranger he had been brought to see. That person was entirely dressed in black, including a hood which completely covered forehead, hair, neck, and ears. Only a white veil covering the lower part of the face contrasted with the dull black of the person's loose robe. Just the eyes and the two hands resting on the edge of the desk revealed that the shrouded figure was human and not a lifeless statue. "You may sit in the chair, Jimmy," said the person in a soft voice. He sat down awkwardly while staring at the eyes of this first person who had spoken to him in English in over a week. "I suppose you are not familiar with the street dress of women in my country," continued that soft voice. "No doubt you were taken straight from the airport to jail without a chance to visit the marketplace." Jimmy acknowledged that this was true. "By this time you have acquired some understanding of the harsh treatment meted out to prisoners in our jails" Jimmy nodded again. "I represent a group of women who are working for reform. We have a certain amount of influence with our husband, which may allow us to help you out of your difficult situation if you are willing to cooperate." He noted her use of the singular for the word husband, but thought it meant that the speaker had simply made a grammatical slip. Meanwhile, desperate for any relief from his prison confinement, he was beginning to feel a glimmer of hope and asked eagerly, "Do you mean you can get me out of jail?" "It is possible that your sentence could be shortened to about two years and in the meantime it could be served in a much more pleasant environment. As I mentioned before it would require cooperation on your part." "What do I have to do?" "You have to agree to be disguised so that no one will know who you really are. That is the major condition under which I can help you." Jimmy groaned inwardly. Up till now his only hope for relief had been the possibility of his situation being reported to the American authorities who might then make representations on his behalf. If he agreed to be disguised there was little chance that his whereabouts could become known. On the other hand this was a definite promise of release in two years and in the meantime better living conditions. After his experiences of the past week the opportunity seemed too good to pass up. "What is this disguise like?" "Frankly, we would have to conceal your sex. You would be living in the women's quarters where men are not permitted. Everyone would have to think you were a woman." "What happens if I am found out?" "At the very least you would be returned to this prison with an increased sentence. At the worst you would be -- ----. Oh, but I won't go into that. But you need not fear on that score. I have the means to make your disguise impenetrable." "Much as I want to get out of here, what you are saying seems crazy to me. I won't agree to be disguised as a woman." "We could disguise you against your will, but I think I will let you decide for yourself. I will come back at the same time next week to see if you have changed your mind." So saying she rang the bell for the guard who appeared at once to escort Jimmy back to the prison courtyard. Other prisoners had noticed him being escorted out of the prison and on his return were curious to know why. A group gathered round to question him but of course he could not understand enough of their language to reply. Very shortly the mood of the group turned ugly and suddenly he found himself in a fight with several of them. Given the odds his situation was hopeless and he was badly bruised and scraped before the guards broke it up. After this beginning he found himself a constant target and received several more beatings during the next week. With this added to the anguish of having no one to talk to, horrible food, no washing facilities, and only a pail for sanitation at night, he felt more and more miserable. It is not surprising that when she returned he grasped at the offer from the strange woman as his only hope. CHAPTER 2 He readily signed the Arabic documents which were placed in front of him as she explained their meaning. The first paroled him into her care. The second he was told was his agreement to be disguised as required. He hesitated over the third which excused his captors from responsibility should anything untoward happen to him, but his fear of returning to the prison compound overcame his reluctance. "Well, Jimmy, we are ready to begin," came the soft voice from behind the veil when he had finished signing. "I will have the guards deliver you to the hospital where your masquerade can be arranged." He was given no time to ask questions before two armed escorts arrived to usher him to a limousine. One guard rode in the back with Jimmy, the other sat beside the driver. With the curtains drawn the passengers could not see where they were being taken. The trip was very short however, and they drew up at the emergency door of a hospital Here a female attendant wearing a surgical mask led him quickly into a treatment area. In hesitant English he was instructed to remove all his clothing and clean himself thoroughly in the shower. She also pointed out shaving materials before leaving the room to spare him embarrassment as he undressed. When he emerged from the shower his filthy clothes had been removed and a hospital gown left for his use. The attendant returned just as he finished shaving, ordered him to lie on his back on a wheeled stretcher, placed a blanket over him, and called an assistant to help wheel him down the corridor. After an elevator ride to the sixth floor he was taken into a private room, transferred to the bed, and left to himself. The door lock clicked as the two women departed. Five minutes later the lock clicked again and the mysterious veiled woman entered his room. "Well," she began, "you look better already with all that grime removed. Now listen carefully while I give you your instructions." "Why am I here in a hospital?" interrupted Jimmy. "You must learn not to interrupt," she answered, "but just this once I will explain. You will need some help before you can pass as a woman. This is the best place to give you that help without attracting attention. You must realize that all those who help out are risking their jobs and perhaps punishment. They are doing this out of friendship for me. You must cooperate completely so that no trouble will arise. Do you understand the importance of what I am saying?" "I think so," he replied. "If that is understood we will continue. The nurse who admitted you goes on holidays immediately after this shift. You will not see her again before you leave. You are in the women's wing of the hospital and will see no men. If a man were to come into the room for any reason you would be given a veil or a surgical mask and expected to put it on before he entered. This is not intended to occur, but you should be prepared just in case. "One woman doctor knows about you and I will bring her to meet you before I leave. She will have charge of your case but she does not speak English, --- nor does anyone else whom you will meet. You will be here about two weeks, mainly because it will take that long with daily treatments to suppress the growth of your beard. Meanwhile the doctor will take action to change the pitch of your voice and before you leave will teach you how to deal with the concealment of your genitals. "One more thing before I bring the doctor to meet you. You will answer to the name of Jasmin." Jimmy repeated the name to himself while she left to find the doctor. When she returned he was introduced to a young female doctor who appeared wearing a surgical mask. The older woman turned her back but remained in the room to translate as he was subjected to a thorough physical examination with particular attention paid to his throat and his genital area. When the examination was complete the doctor prepared an injection which was delivered to his buttock before her departure. During his entire stay at the hospital, not once did the doctor appear without her surgical mask so he never became familiar with her face. For the balance of the day he was left to himself except for the delivery of his supper tray and a visit of the nurse at two hour intervals. Each time the nurse appeared he was given a pill to take, presumably to build up his strength after the malnutrition he had suffered during his imprisonment. Since the nurse spoke no English he was unable to confirm this presumption. When, out of curiosity, he tried to stick his head out the door to explore the corridor he discovered that its lock opened only from the outside. He slept well and ate heartily when breakfast was served. He was about to make use of the small shaving kit which he found in the drawer of the table beside his bed when the door opened to admit two veiled women in the traditional dark robes. They arranged a set of instruments beside the bed and indicated to Jimmy that he should lie back. After the bed had been cranked to a convenient height they began, one on each side, to work on his face. At first he did not understand what they were trying to do until he felt needles being inserted into the pores of his cheeks. It dawned on him then that he was being subjected to electrolysis to reduce or eliminate his beard. The two women worked steadily for two hours at a stretch, talking quietly to each other in their native tongue the whole time. Their work was interrupted when the nurse came to administer Jimmy's pills and they took a half hour break at lunch time. By the end of the afternoon they had spent over eight hours at their task and the young man's face felt as if sandpaper had been run over it. When finally they packed their gear and left after rubbing a soothing salve over his face, he rushed to the bathroom mirror to examine the result of their work. Already it was evident that much of his light beard had been removed. The routine established that day continued for the rest of the week. Lacking any reading material and totally bored with lying still for hours at a time with nothing to occupy his mind, he was beginning to wonder if had not been better off in jail. No one offered him that choice of course. At the beginning of the second week his doctor arrived to give him a further examination. Again she was accompanied by the mysterious veiled woman to act as translator. As they were leaving he was told that the next morning the doctor would attend to his vocal chords and that he was to take no food or water after suppertime that day. He managed to extract a promise from the veiled lady that English reading material would be found to relieve the tedium of his long days. Unknown to Jimmy his late night pill contained a heavy sedative and when he had fallen asleep his doctor returned alone to spend two hours disguising his crotch area. She first applied a powerful hair remover to his genital organs but leaving the pubic hair above untouched. After applying a local anaesthetic she carefully pushed his scrotum up into his crotch and pulled his penis down over it. A catheter tube was inserted before she fastened everything down with a powerful organic glue and several stitches. The morning nurse preparing him for surgery found surgical dressings in place in the 'vaginal' area and the catheter bag was wheeled alongside him into the operating theatre. Through it all Jimmy was too drowsy to realize what was going on and of course was soon subjected to a general anaesthesia. Later when he wakened in the recovery room, his veiled guardian was present to prevent any awkward outburst when he found that in addition to a sore throat he also suffered from soreness in the groin area. With his throat still sore he could only nod to show his understanding as she explained the situation. For two days he was fed only fluids. The day following his throat surgery the electrolysis treatments resumed. The operators had now also received orders to change the pattern of hair on his lower stomach. As he regained his strength and again started to take an interest in his surroundings he found that the English reading material he had requested had been supplied in the form of romance novels. Three days later the doctor removed the catheter tube. It had never been really necessary in any case other than to help divert suspicion from his genital area. Afterwards when he stood alone and naked before the mirror he realized how well the doctor had disguised his true sex. It would require an extremely intimate examination to reveal that the apparent folds between his legs were not the outer labia of a normal vagina. As he stared at himself in the mirror he was amazed also at the apparent fleshiness in the area of his nipples. Was it just the loss of all body hair, or did he actually have the beginnings of female breasts? Moments later he sat on the toilet to relieve himself. No longer did he have the choice of standing. As the soreness started to leave his throat he found that he had lost control of the sounds which emerged when he tried to speak. All his awkward attempts however, resulted in sounds of a higher pitch than his normal voice. When his veiled guardian arrived on the thirteenth day of his hospital stay to arrange for his discharge she found a much different creature from the young man she had had released from jail two weeks before. No hint of a beard remained, the body hair conformed to a female pattern, and certainly the genitals did not hint of maleness. Even the chest was beginning to look feminine. Beneath her veil she smiled to herself with satisfaction. CHAPTER 3 "Good morning, Jasmin. This is the day that your education begins. Stand up and I'll give you a final inspection." She reached out and took Jimmy's hand to help him from the bed. "Off with that hospital gown now. I must see exactly what we have here." He stood meekly while she undid the ties and pulled the garment from him. His cheeks reddened as she walked slowly around him examining every part of his body with her eyes and reaching out with her hands to test the accumulation of flesh on his chest. She extended one hand down to feel the area between his legs causing a sudden surge of excitement in his groin. She noticed the beginning of his arousal and commented, "You will find it quite painful to become sexually excited," just as he experienced a sudden cramp as his genitals started to expand. The unexpected pain caused his excitement to subside as quickly as it had started. "Yes, that is your first lesson. You must learn to control yourself at all times. Let me hear your voice now." "Yes, Ma'am," he replied managing for once to control his newly acquired higher pitched voice. "What do you think of your new body?" "I don't know what to think, Ma'am," he replied, still finding difficulty in controlling the voice. It seemed to him as if a stranger was speaking from his throat. "It is a bit scratchy," she said, ignoring the context of his remark, "but I suppose it will improve with practice. Into the bathroom with you and get washed up." She followed him in to supervise as he gave himself a sponge bath and to deliver special instructions about washing between his legs. "Could you help me wash my back, Ma'am?" ventured Jimmy, gaining more control of the voice. A few moments later he was seated before the mirror while she ran the brush through his tangled hair. She parted it in the middle and knotted it at the back of his head. "We will let it grow until it is long enough for you to sit on it, but for the present that will have to do." Jimmy sat staring at the strange image reflected back at him by the mirror. The eighteen year old youth had been replaced by a young blond girl of perhaps fifteen. "Maybe even fourteen," he thought to himself as his hands rose to idly explore the subtle contours of his incipient breast development. In his imagination he pictured full fleshy breasts and wondered how it would feel to possess such appendages. He remained gazing at his reflection while the veiled woman returned to the outer room. Moments later he was called to leave the bathroom to don the clothes she had laid out for him on the bed. First he was handed a small bikini-like panty to draw up around his hips. Its opaque white material just barely covered the blond pubic hair which had been left undisturbed by the operators of the electrolysis needles. A pair of gauze like trousers came next, fitting smoothly around his waist and hips, but roomy and free flowing in the legs, and narrowed to button closely at each ankle. He was reminded of the movies he had seen purporting to show harem scenes with beautiful women dressed in similar styles. The top, made of the same gauze like material, fastened tightly around his waist and wrists. Its large neckband seemed to cling smoothly to his upper chest, back, and shoulders before billowing out freely above the fastenings at his waist and wrists. Strangest of all to him were the soft slippers with their curled toes into which he slipped his feet. "Would you like to look at yourself in the mirror again?" asked the older woman. Without speaking he returned to the bathroom to again stare at his reflected image. His smooth skin could readily be discerned through the gauzy material, the outline of his body subtly enhanced by its thin covering. Delicate embroidery sprinkled over his garments and the opaqueness of his bikini panties offered the only impediment to the eyes of a viewer. Once more he felt stirrings in his groin and once more sharp pains brought a quick end to his arousal. He became aware of the delightful contrast of his lightly clad blonde body framed against the black of the older woman's robe as she entered the small room and stood behind him. For the first time since their initial meeting he volunteered a comment. "I look like something from The Arabian Nights." "Truly you do, but you also look like the daughter of a sultan and will have to learn to conduct yourself as such." Before he could reply she slipped a veil over the top of his head and began tying the strings behind him. As he stared in surprise at the mirrored image of this new part of his costume, he was warned that the veil must be worn at all times if there was any possibility of being seen by a man. "You will be ruined forever if a man catches sight of your face," she concluded. "In that case," he wondered, "why all the fuss about removing the hair from my face?" but wisely he refrained from expressing that conjecture aloud. "Come now. It's time to leave," he was told and they returned to the bedside where a loose flowing black robe similar to that of the older woman was draped over him. When a black cowl had been added only his eyes and hands remained visible to any observer. CHAPTER 3 They stepped into the hall and took the elevator to the main floor. Jimmy waited at the office, not understanding what was said, while his guardian signed the discharge papers. Then together they walked out the door to a waiting limousine. "Would you like to see something of our capital city before going to your new home, Jasmin?" he was asked. "That would be very nice." Again that higher pitched voice sounded to him as if it came from a stranger. She said some words in Arabic through the intercom and the driver stopped to let them out in a narrow street. Then together they walked through the old marketplace, watching the flow of people, smelling the smells, as brightly dressed tourists haggled with traditionally dressed tradesmen for silver trinkets or rugs. Here and there among the crowds could be seen traditionally dressed Moslem women, usually in pairs, clad as was Jimmy in black robes and with veils in place. He wondered about running away but realized that, dressed as he was and in a strange environment, there was no possible hope of escape unless he could enlist the help of foreigners to hide him and smuggle him out of the country. Meanwhile he would have to bide his time. In a short while they emerged from the narrow streets of the bazaar area and entered a modern department store featuring all manner of western goods. His companion led the way through the women's departments and frequently stopped to ask his opinion of the articles of clothing on display. Several times she stopped at a counter and discussed something with a clerk. Sometimes money changed hands and he thought a purchase had been made but the two picked up no parcels. Finally he asked and was told that of course they would not carry their own purchases. These would be delivered to the car. Indeed when they arrived at the door of the store they found their chauffeur busily engaged in loading parcels into the trunk. Jimmy noted that the drive out of the city went in general in a south easterly direction but had no knowledge of the local geography to help orient himself. After about a half hour the car passed through a low gateway, opened for it by an armed guard, and drove another half mile before stopping in front of what could only be described as the outer walls of a palace. Inside the two were escorted by two colourfully dressed men wearing turbans and with scimitars at their belts, through a series of long corridors and through several open courtyards before coming to an iron doorway guarded by another turbaned sentry. This latter opened the heavy door and joined his mates in bowing low as Jimmy and the veiled lady passed through. "You may remove your veil now, Jasmin." He turned to face his companion and imitated the manner in which she had reached up to do so herself. He caught just a glimpse of her face as a maidservant began to remove first her headdress and then her long robe. His view was obscured as someone from behind removed his own headdress and outer robe. He realized that the woman before him was beautiful. Her face and luscious figure would have been noticed in any company. Her clothing, of the same cut and design as his own, was made from fine silk and decorated with the most exquisite of embroidery. Once more he started to feel swelling within his bikini panty and once more a sharp pain ended his incipient arousal. Her sharp eyes noticed his distress and he could detect a slight grin on her face as she once more reminded him in a soft voice that he must learn to control himself. Then her manner changed abruptly and he received the curt order to, "Follow me!" Without waiting she turned and marched off imperiously. Jimmy hurried to keep up as they proceeded through a number of ornate rooms all decorated with hangings of coloured silk. The furnishings seemed to consist of large pillows, and seated on the floor were various young women dressed in similar costumes to his own. On seeing the newcomers, each leaped to her feet, bowed deeply as they passed, and remained standing until they had left the room. To his great surprise they also passed through several rooms filled with western style furniture. Here he saw women dressed in western dress seated on chairs. Their reaction to the intruders was the same and several dropped books or sewing to the floor in their haste to stand and bow. As they passed through one room a young girl who had just risen from the floor fell in behind Jimmy without being bidden and followed them until they arrived in a room which had been subdivided by hanging curtains into small cubicles each containing a low mattress or a couch and a small cabinet or chest of drawers. In one of these cubicles they stopped and the young girl stood respectfully aside while the woman spoke to Jimmy in English. "This will be your living quarters, Jasmin. Aletha will be your companion and you are to do as she does in all things." She turned to the young girl and said a few words that Jimmy did not understand. The girl answered and she turned back to Jimmy. "Aletha understands that you do not speak our language and that you are unaware of our customs so she will try to help you as much as she can. Now you must bow to me as you saw them do in the other rooms." She said another word to Aletha who immediately bowed while Jimmy imitated as best he could. Then she turned her back and left the room, leaving the two young people to themselves. Jimmy stood irresolutely for a moment, wondering how he could communicate with his new companion. Aletha for her part said a few words, then reached out and clasped him to her, kissed him on both cheeks, and sat down. Startled at first he was very conscious of her young breasts pressing against his chest, but the embrace ended before he could react and he concentrated on trying to sit down on the floor as she had done. He found it no easy task to cross his legs under himself but did manage somewhat clumsily. Aletha jumped up again and came over to correct his posture using her hands to guide his body. One hand went behind a shoulder blade while the other cupped itself under the corresponding small breast. He raised his own hand to touch her but it was firmly placed back in his lap. Then she switched sides to straighten the other shoulder, tilted his head into a more upright position, and resumed sitting herself, all the while continuing to stare critically at him. Jimmy tried to imitate her as she took a deep breath and drew her shoulders back while pulling her chin in. She smiled her approval and said something which he did not comprehend. Suddenly the curtain parted to admit the older woman again and Aletha rose smoothly and rapidly to her feet. Jimmy did his best to imitate her but was forced to use his hands to help himself up. The older woman said nothing until both had bowed and stood respectfully before her. "I have brought your medicine, Jasmin. You are to take one pill with a glass of water every two hours. Aletha will remind you so that you do it regularly." "But I am perfectly healthy. I don't need any medicine!" he started to reply. "Silence!" she commanded sharply. "You will do as you are directed or you will be returned to the prison." She added a few words in Arabic to Aletha and handed her a pill bottle before turning to leave the room again. Aletha bowed as she left and Jimmy reluctantly followed suit. Aletha then took his hand and led him to a room which was obviously the kitchen. Though clad in eastern dress the workers there appeared to be men and Jimmy wondered why Aletha did not pause to don her veil. He stopped her and motioned with his hands over her mouth and nose. She looked startled, then smiled, placed one hand down near his crotch and made a chopping motion with the other. He felt the blood rush to his face and his stomach almost retched as he comprehended her meaning, but he had no time to reflect as she grasped his hand and pulled him forward. A moment later she handed him his pill and a cup of water. He downed the pill without protest. Back in his cubicle she made him practise sitting and standing until his legs ached. At mealtime he had to sit in the same posture beside a low table in the common dining area while food was placed before him by members of the kitchen staff. There seemed to be no particular formality about the meal, but all rose and bowed when the older woman arrived to take her place at a table by herself, and again when she departed. After the meal Aletha showed him the stock of clothing in his small cupboard and he found a further supply of romance novels. He sat reading while Aletha worked at embroidery though he had to rise every few minutes to relieve his aching legs. At bedtime she helped him to change into a flowing nightdress and removed the chamberpot from its place in the cupboard. As he lay on the low couch she pulled the coverlet up and kissed him on the forehead before climbing in the other side. As he drifted off to sleep he was conscious of Aletha snuggled up behind him with one arm around his waist and the other hand resting on his small breast. CHAPTER 4 In the morning he found a fresh bowl of water beside his bed and followed Aletha's example in taking a sponge bath though still bothered by shyness over their mutual nudity. That day saw the start of the new routine which he was to follow for the next several months. After his first pill of the day had been swallowed they joined a group of about thirty women seated in front of a television set. Someone started a videotape of a Jane Fonda exercise program with the sound track dubbed in Arabic and everyone joined in practising the exercises. Back in their cubicle they sponged the sweat off each other, dressed in fresh clothes, and went for breakfast. On returning they found their discarded clothes removed, the chamberpot cleaned and restored to the cupboard, and the room neatly tidied. Seleema, (at least that is what he thought Aletha said was his guardian's name) returned to lead him to his first Arabic lesson. He was instructed to put on his veil before they met the turbaned guard at the door to the women's quarters and the long black robes were required at all times in the classroom where he sat with four other young women to learn the language from the male instructor. Two of the young women spoke to each other in a language he could not understand but none of the four spoke English. Because of the veils it was several days before he could be certain he recognized them when his path crossed theirs back in the women's quarters. During the afternoons he endured lessons in dancing and singing interspersed with instruction in sewing and embroidery. Aletha saw that he took his pills regularly and his only recreation continued to be English reading from romance novels. Gradually he learned enough of the language to have simple conversations with Aletha. From the beginning he proved adept at learning the intricate skills of embroidery and soon was able to wear blouses which he had decorated himself. His efforts at dancing and singing were at first the despair of the instructress but gradually these skills began to improve. His suspicion about the pills was confirmed as his breasts gradually expanded to reveal new contours through the thin material of his clothing. He was not quite as conscious of the gradual swell of his hips and buttocks. The painful reminders of the imprisonment of his sexual organs decreased in frequency as his body changed but he came more and more to enjoy the sensation as Aletha's hand caressed his budding breasts while they lay in bed. He pulled her hand away whenever it began to stray down toward his crotch. By the end of six months Jasmin had in truth replaced Jimmy, so much so that it would have been impossible for him to pass as male in any circumstance. Smooth hairless complexion, long blond hair, and the feminine carriage of his now luscious body would defy concealment. When he thought about the promise of release after two years he did indeed worry about what was to become of him. Nevertheless he had learned to live with the present and let the future take care of itself. At first horrified by what was happening to him he had long since come to accept his transformation and took particular pride in his ability to act out his assigned role. This new prison was truly easier to endure than that from which Seleema had rescued him. A turning point of sorts was reached when his dancing instructress felt he had progressed enough to participate in a public performance, public that is to the Sultan and his guests. For the occasion he was dressed in the finest of gauzelike silk, decorated by embroidery which he had stitched himself. He could not resist running one hand over his now fully developed breasts feeling the erection of his nipples through the fine silk as he sat to brush out the long blond hair which now reached below his shoulders. The dance was performed at one end of a long room in the outer palace. To reach it the women, wearing their veils but not their long black robes, filed through a long dark corridor with smoked windows through which they could dimly see the guests, most of whom were in western dress, and including a few older foreign women in evening gowns. When the guests had all been seated the program began with various groups of women stepping out into the room to perform their sinuous movements to the sound of eastern music. When Jimmy's turn came he stepped out alone and danced the solo number for which he had been chosen because he was unique as a blond among all his dark haired companions. All eyes were riveted on him as he twisted and turned with the lithe grace which had won the approval of his instructress. His hips gyrated slowly at first and then more rapidly as the tempo increased while he raised his arms and turned his head and upper body more slowly from side to side so the guests could appreciate the lines of his beautiful body. As his dance ended with a crescendo he knelt to the floor in a deep bow keeping his head down and his eyes averted as a wave of applause swept the room. When the lights dimmed and he turned to retreat through the door at the sidelines his ear picked up snatches of conversation in English. "She's beautiful. I wonder where she's from?" echoed in his ear as the curtain fell behind him. Next morning Seleema entered his cubicle after breakfast. She had come to take him to an important interview she said, and after sending Aletha away, stayed herself to watch as he took a sponge bath and donned the clothes she had brought for him, a suit in fine yellow silk of a quality equal or better than his dancing costume of the night before. She also inspected his nude body carefully, running her hands over his full breasts and her fingers between his thighs. He was ordered to spread his legs so she could make a visual inspection also. Satisfied, she watched as he powdered himself and dabbed perfume behind his ears and on his clean shaven armpits. Costumed as an Arabian princess and with his veil in place he was led through a labyrinth of corridors in the outer palace to what seemed like a small throne room. Here he followed Seleema's lead in prostrating himself before the large bearded man seated on a large ornate chair on a platform raised above the surrounding carpet. It seemed an eternity before a voice finally said in English, "You may rise now and be seated." He copied Seleema in sitting cross legged on the carpet and kept his eyes carefully lowered. "Take off your veil and let me see your face." Seleema had warned him this might be asked and to obey without question. "You are a very pretty young woman," continued the voice. "Where are you from?" Jimmy gave truthfully the name of his home town. "What are you doing in my harem?" As he had been coached he explained that Seleema had taken pity on him and taken him in when his companions had been arrested for smuggling. "I am sure you are receiving better training here than you would back in America," was the bearded man's conclusion before launching into rapid fire Arabic with Seleema. Jimmy was sure this was an attempt to conceal the meaning of the conversation from him but his Arabic was not yet good enough to catch everything that was said. He did realize that sexual intercourse was mentioned several times and he did recognize the words, "Do you understand?" which concluded a long sentence directed at Seleema. "Yes, Master. It shall be as you command," was her reply but Jimmy thought her stiff posture suggested that she disagreed with the order. "Put on your veils again." They did so and once more prostrated themselves as the Sultan got up and left the room. When they were alone again and standing Jimmy wanted to ask the meaning of the conversation but he knew she would not answer a direct question so he kept silent. Seleema said nothing until they were back in the sleeping cubicle. Then she ordered him to sit and placed herself on the floor in front of him. "You are very fortunate. The Sultan likes you. If you continue to please him, you may regain your freedom and be back in America before two years are up. Some of the conditions may not totally please you however." Again he wanted to ask what was bothering her but he did not dare and she did not elaborate. Instead she sent him off to his interrupted Arabic lesson. CHAPTER 5 Over the next two weeks Jimmy's long established routine was completely upset. First his regular Arabic lesson was replaced by a special lecture on sex given by an elderly woman. She began with detailed diagrams of the male anatomy and went on to explain the means by which a man can be stimulated. Stress was laid on the woman's responsibility for the success of the sex act. Over the course of two hours he received a thorough though theoretical grounding in Arabian sexual practices. That same afternoon Seleema sent a message that he was to report to her in her own apartment. When he entered he was surprised to find that the decor and furniture were completely western and furthermore that Seleema herself was dressed as a lady of fashion complete with makeup and high heels. Dumbfounded he could only stand and stare. "Don't just stand there. Come and sit in this chair," he was commanded. Suddenly he remembered his manners and bowed before her as he had been taught before going to the indicated chair. "It is the Sultan's wish that you be dressed in western style so for the next while. You will stay with me in my apartment." "Will I still see Aletha?" he asked timidly, unhappy with the prospect of being separated from his one and only friend in this strange society. Seleema answered readily, making no comment about his boldness in asking a question. "Not for the present but you will be able to visit her again later." He did not ask for an explanation of what she meant by later. She continued, "Our first task will be to measure you and then we will go shopping for your new wardrobe. Does that please you?" "Yes, it will be nice to see the outside world again." After his measurements had been carefully taken and marked in a small book they prepared to depart. Seleema wore her flowing black robe over her silk dress and nyloned legs. The cowl covered her fashionable hairdo and the veil hid her artistically made up face. A close observer might have noticed the incongruity of her mascara'd eyelids or her coloured fingernails but to the uninitiated she appeared no different from the other hooded and veiled figures to be seen on the streets. Jimmy enjoyed their trip downtown to that same department store they had visited before. As on the previous trip their shopping was confined to the women's sections but this time he was consulted about every purchase. He could also understand enough of the language to follow as Seleema arranged their purchases with the clerks. Only in the shoe department and at the glove counter was anything tried on. After a half hour of fitting shoe after shoe over a nylon anklet and walking across the carpet to test the fit, five pairs of high heeled pumps were ordered along with one pair of open toed, high heeled satin slippers. The other purchases, stockings, panties, bras, slips, skirts, blouses, dresses, coat, nightgown, and dressing gown were all selected by size with the understanding that anything which did not fit would be sent back. As his fingers felt the soft texture of the silk and satin garments he pictured himself in them and looked forward happily to when he could wear them. In the jewellery department Seleema had him enter a small room where a female attendant lifted his cowl but not his veil, pierced both ears, and installed gold keepers. A selection of earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and pins were added to their purchases before their final stop at the cosmetic counter. They returned to the palace with their limousine's trunk crammed full of parcels and boxes and with Jimmy reflecting on the joys of shopping when cost is no consideration. Back in Seleema's apartment he was assigned a bedroom and set to the task of unwrapping and finding a place for each purchase in the cupboards or drawers. He had scarcely finished when she called him to eat in her private dining room. For the first time in over six months he sat on a chair and ate with cutlery from a plate served by a waiter in western style uniform. Throughout the meal his excitement rose steadily as he pictured himself dressing in his newly acquired clothes. The moment came at last when, under Seleema's direction he stripped to the skin and stepped into a tub of scented bathwater. When he stepped out a uniformed maid was called to towel away the moisture, sprinkle him with powder, and smooth it against his skin with her hands. He stepped into his satin slippers and donned a printed silk robe for the short walk back to his bedroom. Naked again he stood before the mirror to draw a pair of satin and lace panties up around his hips. Fitting his breasts into the cups of the matching bra and clipping it behind his back was more difficult but he managed it successfully and remained standing to gaze at himself in the mirror. His youthful breasts had little need of support but he liked the way the bra drew attention to them. His stomach, flat from the regular exercise and dancing, required no girdle. Instead a tiny garter belt was clipped around his waist and its garters slid down inside his panties. He sat on the vanity bench to draw on each sheer nylon stocking, enjoying the feel as it slid up his leg, and standing in turn to fasten the garters. He stepped into his satin slippers again, lifted his arms for Seleema to drop his lace trimmed slip over his shoulders, felt it slither down over his body, adjusted the straps, and then sat down at the vanity to consider the application of cosmetics. Two maids were then called in, one to manicure his fingers and colour his fingernails, the other to make up his face, and he was instructed to pay close attention so he could learn to do these tasks for himself when necessary. Finally his long silky hair was combed once again, lifted, coiled on top of his head, and pinned in place. The maids retired and he stood up to don his shoes and dress. Seleema drew up the back zipper as the knee length maroon velvet cocktail dress fitted smoothly about his upper body and its slender skirt slid over his hips. With the addition of gold necklace, earrings and bracelet, and a fresh rose pinned to his hair his costume was complete. Jimmy would never forget the first sight of himself so elegantly dressed pirouetting in front of the full length mirror. As he turned however, a frown crossed his delicately made up face. What was the use of being so elegantly dressed if there was no audience to admire the results? Perhaps Seleema was able to read his mind for at that moment she said peremptorily, "Come, we will take a walk through the women's quarters." She chatted amicably with him in English as they strolled through the oriental section of the women's area. In each room the women present recognized Seleema in spite of her attire and quickly rose to bow as she entered. Jimmy, stepping nervously on his high heels was not recognized but thought to be a foreign visitor being shown around by the Sultan's favourite wife and ruler of the harem. He was delighted by the surreptitious admiring glances directed at him and as they left each room he could hear the ooh's and ah's as they started to chatter about this mysterious visitor from a faraway country. Exhilarated by the experience he felt somewhat let down when they returned to the quiet of Seleema's private apartment. That night he found copies of Vogue on the night table beside his bed along with the usual fare of romance novels. Before turning out the light he leafed through them, imagining himself modelling the elegant clothes pictured inside, while he lay between satin sheets wearing his new close fitting full length silk nightie which framed his luscious breasts so attractively with its lace trim. In the morning he coloured his own toenails before the maid and Seleema arrived to supervise his dressing and makeup. Again he was delighted with his appearance as he donned the yellow summer frock over silk underclothes and carefully chose the jewellery to complement it. He was not allowed to attend classes in his new finery so a female tutor was brought in to continue his Arabic lessons. In the afternoon he reverted to eastern dress but still wore nail polish and lipstick during private dance lessons given by the chief instructress. Afterwards he bathed again and resumed wearing his undergarments, nylons, and a fresh dress while he received lessons in knitting and western style embroidery. CHAPTER 6 After supper Seleema surprised him by arranging his first trip outside the palace in western dress and without a veil even though she herself wore her veil and black robe. The two were delivered by limousine to a medical clinic in the centre of the city. Here they were ushered through the waiting room to an inner room furnished only with an examining table and a cabinet for medicine and surgical supplies. The same female doctor who had treated Jimmy before, entered wearing her surgical mask and began by examining his throat and inquiring how he was managing the changed pitch of his voice. At her direction he removed his panties and climbed up on the examination table. As he lay back his skirt was raised and she leaned over to examine his genital area, explaining at the same time that for the sake of his health it would be necessary to release him from his bondage for the next several days. After administering a local anaesthetic she removed the several stitches and applied the solvent to loosen the organic glue. His organs now hung freely for the first time in over six months. When he pulled his panties back up they returned to their place and no bulge showed through. He was advised that he would have to return overnight to the hospital in three days time to be disguised again but that he was to remain in Seleema,s apartment in seclusion until then. In no event was there to be the slightest chance taken that his secret should be revealed. That night as he prepared for bed he was surprised at how small his organs seemed. He thought he remembered them as being somewhat larger. The urge to excitement had been so effectively suppressed by the confinement and the female hormones that there was no reaction as he studied himself. As well he made no effort to practise his restored ability to stand up at the toilet. In the morning he wakened with a feeling of pleasure as a declining erection and a small spot inside his nightie proved that some functional ability remained. Seleema insisted that he wear a pantie-girdle for the remaining days before his return to the hospital. On the afternoon of the third day, clad again in eastern dress, he was once more taken to the medical clinic. Still wearing his veil and head covering he was examined by a male doctor who spoke neither English nor Arabic. Again Seleema acted as translator. The examination was extremely thorough with particular attention paid to his genital organs. Afterwards he was driven to the hospital and reinstalled in the same room as before. The nurse who had first admitted him on his previous visit arrived, wearing her surgical mask, and explained to him in English that she must shave his genital area in preparation for the morning's surgical procedure. He offered no objection. Later no one answered the bell when he rang to complain that his supper had not arrived. At six the next morning he was wheeled into the operating room for what he anticipated would be a fifteen minute procedure. At six that afternoon the anaesthesia began to wear off. As consciousness returned his first sensation was of intense pain in his lower abdomen. When he tried to move he found that both his arms and legs were securely strapped to the bed. An intravenous tube led to one arm and a catheter tube trailed over the side of the bed. "Where am I? What's happening?" he cried out as he tried to lift his head. Seleema's head suddenly appeared before his eyes. "Don't fret. I'm here with you. Just lie back and rest. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Something splashed on his cheek as he lay his head back on the pillow. He was already drifting back to sleep as Seleema wiped her tear off his cheek with her handkerchief. He was alone next morning when consciousness again returned. Unable to move and still in considerable pain he lay there pondering what might have happened to him. Anger engulfed him as first a suspicion and then a certainty about his physical condition took possession of his mind. "What right had they?" he screamed to himself without opening his mouth. Tears rolled down his cheeks and his face became red with anger. As he started to shout obscenities a nurse appeared and prepared to give him a needle. Just then Seleema entered. She went at once to the bed and placed her hands on his red cheeks. "There, there! I understand how you feel. Relax a little and we will talk about it." He relapsed into intermittent sobs and the tears continued to flow. She dabbed at them with a handkerchief. The nurse left the room without administering the needle and Seleema continued her efforts to comfort the sobbing patient. At last she started to talk to him. "You must understand, Jimmy," she began, using his own name for the first time in several months, "that we never planned to take this drastic step." "Then why?" he whimpered. "The lives of a number of people were at stake." "How is that?" "It is because the Sultan himself took such an interest in you." "What difference does that make?" She paused before answering. "Don't you understand? He can call for you to be sent to his bed. If he discovered our deception we would all be tortured and killed. I could not let that happen to those who have helped me." Nothing more was said for a while as he continued to sob quietly. Finally he asked, "What happens now?" She replied, "It is a dreadful fate to be born a woman in an Arab country. It is no doubt even worse to be born male and have to assume the status of a woman. We still have a chance however to have you returned to the United States where it is not so bad to be a woman. I know because I attended school there. I returned hoping to do something to alleviate the harsh conditions here. Our movement will have a terrible setback if you are found out." He said nothing and she continued. "I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I have come to care for you as if you were my own --." A tear dropped from her eyes to mix with those on his cheek and she paused before completing the sentence with the word, "son." For the first time a smile crossed his face. "Don't you mean daughter?" She smiled back. "It is a cultural thing. I am supposed to love a son best of all and I am expressing how much I care for you." CHAPTER 7 Two weeks later Jimmy was back in Seleema's apartment slowly adjusting to the fact that his temporary masquerade had become a permanent transformation. Seleema treated him as if he were her daughter and confided in him about some of the reform activities in which she engaged. He came to appreciate her dedication to her country and to share her pleasure when her efforts resulted in some small positive change. At his request he was allowed to spend half days dressed in eastern dress in the women's quarters where he continued his friendship with Aletha. His lessons in Arabic and in all forms of womanly arts continued with one important addition. As soon as his condition permitted he was given private sex lessons complete with exercises for homework from an older woman. Three months after his operation he not only knew all the means of pleasing a man but had developed the muscles to carry them out. He anticipated with considerable dread the time when he would be required to put his new abilities to practical use. When the climactic moment arrived Jasmin was taken completely by surprise. It began with an exciting invitation from the Sultan to be present in western dress along with Seleema at a small reception for several American businessmen and their wives. Seleema fussed like a mother readying her daughter for the prom as the fashionable cocktail dress and high heeled pumps were donned over nylons and dainty lingerie. With carefully made up face framed by long blond hair, delicate gold jewellery, and long fingernails enamelled to perfection, Jasmin was the picture of a daughter of whom any mother would be proud. The visitors present were surprised to find that such an all American type girl was a guest of the Sultan's wife but Jasmin was careful to say nothing which might in any way compromise Seleema and they left the party knowing nothing other than the adopted first name and the fact that the parents lived near Chicago. After the reception and dinner Jasmin stood at the doorway beside Seleema and the Sultan to wish the guests farewell. When the door had closed behind the last departing guest the Sultan turned to Seleema and said rapidly in Arabic, "This is the night. Send her to my room in one hour." Then he turned on his heel and strode away. Seleema grasped Jasmin's hand and squeezed it as an uncontrollable tremor swept over the surprised young American. "Come, child. We must get you ready!" whispered Seleema as she put her arm around the shoulder of her young ward. One hour later a pale Jasmin was led to the Sultan's chamber by the older woman who had been responsible for the training in sexual behaviour. No trace of cosmetics or nail polish remained and the reluctant blond with the stunning figure was dressed Arabic style in the finest of pantaloons, loose blouse and ornate slippers. Over the face just below the eyes hung a silk veil. Jasmin stood uncertainly in the doorway as the door closed. "Step over into the middle of the room where the light is better," said a voice which came from the immense bed.The Sultan's nude torso leaned against the pillows at the head of the bed. The covers concealed the lower part of his body. "Take off your blouse and turn around so I can see all sides of you. Throw the blouse on the foot of the bed." Firm pointed breasts were displayed as Jasmin complied with this order. "Hmm, very nice. Now dance for me!" He reached for a switch beside the bed and music wafted into the room. For ten minutes an exquisitely beautiful young body moved sensuously to the soft rhythm. "Now come over to the side of the bed." Jasmin obeyed. "They tell me you are a virgin. Is that true?" "Yes." "You must prove it to me. Remove the rest of your clothes. Here I will do it for you. Turn around." His fingers found the button at the waist and the trousers fell to the floor. "Bend over so I can see." Jasmin felt fingers parting the soft flesh in the crotch area. "So it's true! I did not believe it of an American woman. Did they teach you how to satisfy a man without losing your virginity?" "Yes," was the quiet reply. CHAPTER 8 Next morning Jasmin reported tearfully to Seleema that the Sultan proposed to invite Jimmy's parents to meet him in New York where he would take great pride in returning their daughter to them with her virginity intact. The older woman, with some difficulty, was able to persuade her ward that this did not pose insuperable problems. Paper was procured and 'Jimmy' spent the morning writing a long letter to his parents detailing his experiences after leaving Rome. They were warned that he was impersonating a girl and that they were not to let on that they knew this since it would put his life in danger. No mention was made of the final visit he had made to the hospital. Worried that the letter might not arrive soon enough to forewarn his parents before their receipt of a communication from the Sultan, Seleema finally decided that a person-to-person telephone call would be necessary. They arranged to make it from a call box in the downtown department store. At seven A.M. the telephone rang in the bedroom of a suburban Chicago home. A sleepy voice finally answered. "Hello." "Mother, this is Jimmy." "Jimmy!" she shouted out. "Where are you? What is the matter with your voice? We've been worried sick about you. We've had no letter or even a postcard since you were in Rome. We reported you missing but the State Department could not get any information. They did not even know if you had left Rome." "Slow down, Mom, so I can tell you what happened. I can only talk for a few moments. I've been in jail for smuggling drugs." "No, I was not guilty. I was framed. A very kind lady got me out of jail and has been hiding me in the women's quarters at the Sultan's palace." "Yes, I said in the women's quarters. The Sultan thinks I am a girl and has promised to return me to you, but he must not find out that you have a son, not a daughter. You will have to remember to call me Jasmin. That is the name I have been using." "I know it sounds funny, but you should see me standing here in the phone booth. You would not believe your eyes. I'm wearing a black robe down to my ankles. My head is covered with a black cowl and I have a white veil over my face. Maybe my voice sounds funny because it is strained through the veil." "I have to go now, Mother. It will attract too much attention if I stay longer in the phone booth. I've written you a long letter but it may not get to you before you hear from the Sultan. Just remember that you do not have a son named Jimmy but a daughter named Jasmin. Good bye now, I love you." The stunned woman heard a click and put down the receiver before turning to her husband to relate what she had been told. CHAPTER 9 Two weeks later in an elegant hotel in New York city the Sultan with an elegantly dressed Seleema at his side welcomed Jimmy's parents into his suite. "I am very pleased to be able to return your daughter to you," began the Sultan. "Thanks to my wife Seleema taking her in when her companions were arrested for drug offences, she has been protected from debauchery, and I know you will be pleased to know that her hymen is still intact." Before the startled parents could begin to frame a reply the Sultan clapped his hands and two black gowned, hooded, and veiled figures entered the room. "Can you tell which is your daughter?" asked the Sultan. The parents stared. "Truly, I can't tell," said the mother after an awkward pause. "You may remove your veil now, Jasmin," commanded the Sultan. Jasmin lifted her arms to reach the ties. At the same time the other hooded figure stepped over to assist in removing the black robe and cowl. For a moment the mother and father stared at the elegantly dressed blond young woman so incongruously revealed. Then Jasmin rushed over to hug first her mother and then her equally astonished father. The parents were anxious to depart at once with this mysterious stranger who so resembled their son yet appeared so truly feminine, but the Sultan insisted that they dine together before leaving. Jasmin sat opposite her parents next to Seleema at the Sultan's right hand while the meal was served by a procession of veiled and hooded women from the East. Afterwards just as they were about to leave Jasmin suddenly knelt before the Sultan. She had just uttered the words, "Your Highness," when he interrupted. "Please stand," he said. "This is America and you can express your thanks standing up. A handshake will be quite sufficient." Jasmin stood reluctantly. "But, Your Highness, I want to ask a favour." "Well, what is it?" "I would like to have my friend Aletha come to visit in my home." "Is she the girl who came in to meet your parents with you?" "Yes, Sir." "Your request is granted. I will have Seleema see to it." After handshakes all round and a tearful embrace between Jasmin and Seleema the parents finally reached the rooms reserved for them by the Sultan to be alone with their supposed son for the first time. Incredulous at their child's appearance they were even more astounded as the full story fell from Jasmin's lips and the realization dawned that their son had truly been transformed into a daughter. Anger was replaced by resignation and finally by acceptance while Jasmin revealed that although she had herself been angry at first, she now would be completely happy if her parents accepted her as she was. By bedtime they were tentatively calling her Jasmin. The transformation was totally confirmed in their minds two days later back home when she appeared at the breakfast table wearing a thin T- shirt and jeans which had belonged to Jimmy. With her luscious curves she filled the garments in a way no boy ever could. Aletha arrived at their home still wearing her dark robes and veil. It took a week before she could be persuaded to appear even before Jasmin's father without her veil in place. After that however her progress was rapid and by the end of the month she was happily dressing like an American teenager for shopping expeditions with Jasmin. She remained a houseguest for over three years, long enough to be accepted as a second daughter by Jasmin's parents, and long enough to complete her high school. After that, financed by Seleema, she entered university and finished graduate school as a medical doctor. F