Eodora was puking her guts out in the basin of Igna's chamber. Right now, she was less concerned with the loss of her gender than the intense waves of nausea produced by whatever spell Igna was using to change people's genders. If I can spare my people this, she thought grimly, they ought to name the damn country after me.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" Igna was saying. Eodora was definitely seeing a whole new side to her personality that wasn't so much "evil sorceress." Igna was acting more like a little girl than a witch.
After having emptied her stomach, Eodora fell asleep for a couple of hours, then awoke feeling much better physically.
Which was good because Igna seemed to have some ideas about what to do next.
"Can we play with dollies?" asked the world's most powerful sorceress. "I can be the mommy and you can be the other mommy."
"Uh, OK" responded Eodora who was trying to figure out what was going on.
For the rest of the day the two played with dolls, had a make-believe tea party for Igna's stuffed animals, and played hopscotch in Igna's court, under the watchful eyes of her guards.
Eodora, when Eodor, had seen enough girls playing to play along with Igna, who occasionally burst into giggling and proclaiming this was the best time ever and Eodora was the best friend ever.
Eodora reviewed what she knew about Igna's history. Raised by her father and required to study magic for hour after hour, day after day in a household with no brothers, sisters, or other children. It looked like Igna was finally making up for the little girlhood she had never had.