Standing before the two rebels was a young, short, curvaceous woman with enormous breasts and a butt to match. Her red hair was tied back and hidden underneath her navy blue bonnet. Her bonnet and matching conservative dress marked her as a wet nurse and nursemaid for very young children.
“I thought I saw…” said one rebel, lowering his sword. He shook his head. “Never mind. I guess we’ll need to keep searching for the prince.”
“You can keep searching,” said the other rebel. He looked at the wet nurse, which Jasper had become, with a look that chilled the new woman’s heart. “I’ll take care of the wet nurse.”
“Very well.” The first rebel left to resume his search. The second rebel, however, approached Jasper hungrily. “What is your name, maiden?”
“Jasmine,” Jasper whispered, the name coming to her lips without prompting. Likely part of the spell. Jasper, now Jasmine, shivered with terror as the rebel leaned in closer. The rebel was much larger than her. She had no chance of winning a fight.
“Jasmine. Do you know how long it has been since I felt the touch of a woman?” the rebel asked. “Since I have plunged myself inside a fair maiden such as yourself?” Jasmine’s eyes widened in horror. “I think it is time for me to experience that again.” Hurriedly, Jasmine grabbed her locket.
“Protect me,” she squeaked in fear. There was a flash of light. When Jasmine blinked away the after-images, the fully grown man was gone. Instead, on the floor lay an infant in only a diaper, mewling in distress.
Jasmine felt panic surge inside her. She could sneak out of the palace now that she had her bearings better, as well as her disguise, but surely the first rebel, as well as others, would hear the baby crying and come her way. Quickly, Jasmine scooped the baby up. She lifted the flap of her dress which covered her chest and shoved the baby in the vague direction of one of her breasts.
The baby latched on and began to suckle hungrily. Jasmine sighed in relief. She let the flap lay over the baby, concealing him and her breasts, then began to make her way through the palace. Thanks to her newly clear mind and the confidence that Anya’s spell would protect her, Jasmine was able to escape without otherwise being seen.
Once in the city that lay just outside the palace grounds, Jasmine was faced with a decision. She could drop off the baby at an orphanage anonymously and travel to Anya’s family alone. Or she could bring the baby with her, perhaps use him to disguise herself even further as a new mother.
Judging by the chaos in the streets, the city gate would be closing soon. Jasmine had to make her decision fast.