But how to accelerate the process? Keeping Jeffara confined didn't seem to be accomplishing much other than make her passively defiant. Maybe allowing the illusion of control would make her choose to submit.
The door to Princess Jeffara's cell opened, and a cart was wheeled in. On it was clean, fresh water, in a metal cup and a bowl, shampoo, soap and cosmetics, perfume, a comb, nail polish and a small handheld mirror. "Jeff" wasn't sure what to make of it, but Jeffara's heart soared. With a little effort, she could be pretty again. She washed her face and hands and set to work.
Jeff's masculinity made a feeble protest, but Jeffara's femininity was much more suited to the body they shared, and she felt increasing happiness as what she thought was the real her--the beautiful princess--began to reemerge.
Excellent, thought Alastar, surveilling his captive through the magic mirror.