I instantly threw an incredibly hard woody,then my chest started to expand. I was growing into a friggin giant, I thought, then I noticed something wasn't right.
I stared down passed my hulking 5 foot wide chest to my sunken abdomen. The indentations forming didn't look anything like I thought abs should look like. Then there was an omenous snap. My shorts which had ripped at the sides as I widened had apparently an incredibly strong elastic band, because somehow it had held until now covering my erection. Until now! I instantly recognized the stick shift of a car growing out of my crotch! The indentations made sense: Seats!
"You're turning me into a car!" I shouted at the genie.
I struggled to move but fell backward. My skeleton reconfiguring into my new chasis. My eyes stopped blinking and started to grow.
Just then my brother Billy came in.
"Whoa! What's happening to you?"
"Billy, you gotta help me, grab that lamp and make the genie turn me back before it's too late."
Billy walked over to lamp laying a few feet away where I had dropped it. He picked it up, and looked at the smiling harem-girl appearing genie.
"So, you have to grant the wishes of whoever holds the lamp?"
"Yes, master."
"Cool. What did he wish for?"
"C'mon, Bil-llee," it was harder to speak and my voice sounded like metal parts scraping together.
"He wished for a different body. That Autobody Magazine provided the model for his new body."
"Cool, sportscar!"
"Beellleeee" I groaned metal grinding against metal. I could feel the power of the engine roaring inside my chest.
"Right, bro! Genie, I wish that my brother would accept his new existence as my car, and that I had the pink slip to him in my hand."
"NOOOOO, BEEEELLLEE!"
"Granted."
My owner held my title in his hand. I am happy to be a computerized car, and I am happy to serve my master.
"Next, I wish that I was ol--ah, I wish I was exactly 6 years older, and that I was 6 foot, 2 inches tall, proportional developed muscular build with 7% body fat, and a weight of 225. And healthy, guaranteed to live a long life without any mishaps. Got that genie."
"Yes, master."
Billy surveyed his new physique in the mirror. He did look ridiculous in his old too small clothing. He laughed.
"Genie, let's do something about my clothing."
"Yes, master?"
My owner flipped through a magazine, and found an ad with an attractively dressed man in designer jeans, linen shirt, black leather boots, leather jacket. He pointed at the picture, and said, "I wish to dressed like him."
"OW! What's that sticking up my bu--? Whoa, what the f@#k am I wearing?"
The genie paused as if accessing that knowledge from somewhere else.
She answered, "That is a sex slave uniform, and the thing sticking up your bum is called a dildo."
"Why did you do this to me? Does this look like the picture!" he said waving the open magazine.
"Oh, I'm sorry master, I thought you wished to be dressed as he is now, not as attired in the image. I shall correct my error, if you wish."
"I wish."
The room blurred and Billy felt relief as the pain left his bum, but his vision darkened, and he felt comfortable clothing where he'd had exposed skin and leather earlier. He pulled off the sunglasses, looked down at himself, and then over at the billboard of the model laying on the floor. He looked up angrily at the genie, and said, "Okay, I didn't wish to change to the size of the image in the magazine! I wish I was more former 6 foot 2 inch height dressed in copies of the clothing from the magazine tailored to fit my frame."
"Done."
And it was so.
After admiring himself in the mirror for longer than the genie thought seemly, he rubbed the lamp again.
"Yes, master."
"I wish to exude a pheromone that makes me sexually irresistable."
"Granted."
"So, what do you think?" he said flirting with genie.
"I think you are irresistable sexually to humans, but I am not human."
"I could wish you human, couldn't I?"
"It would be the last wish you'd make."
"Huh? That sounds like a threat?"
"Oh, master, it is a fact. If I was no longer a genie, I could no longer grant your wishes."
"Oh. Well, I guess so...I think I'll go have a look see around town. I wish my car was parked out front with a full tank of gas, and that I was seated inside the driver's seat, oh and that I had a driver's license showing my age as 21."
"Granted."