The room spinned, bookcases and tomes spiralling in constant circles around her head. Even the high, detailed ceiling blurred. Patchouli felt stead on her feet for some reason; surely she would be stumbling right now?
“Koukuma?” Patchouli whispered, figuring this was another of her tricks. For goodness sake, one of Sakuya’s fairy maids would be less of a trickster than she!
No answer came. The burring room turned black, then white, blobs of gray appearing and slowly swirling around one another, making everything drab and strange.
“Lady Patchouli! Lady Patchouli!” Came a familiar voice. Rushing towards the sound of it, Patchouli smiled. Sakuya would be able to explain what was going on!
Or not. She soon found Sakuya’s disembodied head, smaller than it should be, floating three metres up in the air.
“Laaady Paaatchoooouli!” The voice continued, the words being drawn out, more and more with each repetition. Sakuya’s head began to slowly spin, growing larger and larger until it took up the room.
“Laaaaaaaaaaaadyyy Paaaaaaatchoooouli!” It now shouted. “Yoooour Breeeeasts!”
Confused, Patchouli looked down at her chest. Her bust was slowly receding, disappearing. She could also feel cold scales against her skin. Without warning, two snakes burst from her striped gown, tearing the front off as they flew up to the giant floating head, writhing and spinning, motes of light flashing randomly on their scales.
“My breasts. My breasts…” Patchouli chanted, patting her now flat chest. “No Nipples! I have no nipples!” And sank to her knees, eyes wide as she continued to pat, hoping her breasts would re-materialize.
“Lady Patchouli!” Sakuya’s head repeated, almost mockingly.

“Lady Patchouli?”
“I think she’s having a nightmare.” Koukuma suggested, walking past with a stack of older tomes due to be repaired.
“Is it anything to do with you this time?” Sakuya inquired, suspicious of the librarian’s assistant.
Koukuma shook her head, just before passing out of sight. “Not this time.”
Sakuya glanced around quickly, before giving Patchouli’s large chest a grope. “Lucky woman.” She muttered, jealous. Figuring the girl would soon recover, the head maid left the library, passing orders to a nearby fairy underling.