He recalled the ancient book he found about Salem’s magical secrets, its pages filled with cryptic spells and rituals. Among them, a particular passage caught his eye: *"Only a being of the same essence can perform the final act of liberation."* He wondered if that meant he himself needed to become like her—female—to unlock the last barrier.
Daniel hesitated, his mind racing. Could he truly undergo such a transformation? Would it be dangerous? Would it change who he was forever? But then he thought of her, trapped and longing for freedom after centuries. His heart ached at the thought of her suffering.
He took a deep breath and looked at the genie. “Is there a way… for me to become female, just long enough to help free you? I want to do this—I want to help.”
The genie’s eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and hope. “That is a rare request,” she said softly. “But if it is possible, it may require a spell—one that could alter your form temporarily or even permanently. Are you willing to accept the risks?”
Daniel nodded firmly. “Yes. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
The genie smiled gently. “Then I will guide you. Hold still, and trust in the magic.”
As she mouthed a series of ancient words, a warm, shimmering light enveloped Daniel. He felt a strange sensation—like a gentle wave washing over him, reshaping his very essence. When the light faded, he looked down at himself—he was now a woman, with features that felt both strange and familiar. He took a deep breath, feeling a strange new strength within.
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