“So, what happens now?”
“Well, obviously that's up to you,” Merry the Sex Genie said, eyeing you closely. “What is your first wish mistress," for you are a teenage female.
“I was wondering. If you can increase the odds of the woman getting pregnant, can you do the opposite as well?”
“You mean decrease her fertility so she doesn’t conceive until she wants to? Of course. I could also make it so that you are so sensitive, even the slightest caress of the gentlest breeze upon your bare skin gives you a mind blowing orgasm,” boasted Merry.
“Err, no thanks. My folks won’t even let me date, and if I ever got pregnant, they’d kill me, so I’ll just take the decreased fertility until I decide I want to be pregnant option.”
“Okay,” said the sex genie, and you were briefly surrounded by a puff of pink smoke. “Done. Until you say otherwise, your odds of becoming pregnant during any sexual activity are now far less than they used to be.”
“How did you do it? I still feel the same.”
“My powers in regards to affecting the cycle of life itself are limited, so I just greatly reduced the productivity of your ovaries to produce viable eggs. You have studied that in school, right?” asked Merry, to which you simply nod your head affirmatively. “Anyway, there are laws of nature that even a sex genie must obey,” she admitted. “However, until you want me to undo the wish or I am no longer yours, your odds of becoming pregnant during sex have been reduced to 0.00001%.”
“You mean once I no longer have legal possession of your bottle, any wish I ever made disappears?”
“Depends upon the wish. If, for example, you were out on a date with someone and somebody else somehow gained possession of my bottle in the meantime; you’d still hopefully would have a great time on your date, but if the two of you have sex before the night is over, your odds of becoming pregnant would return to what they were before you made that wish.”
“I do have a nosy kid brother, so I better make sure to hide your bottle real carefully when I’m not home and don’t have it with me,” you realized.
“Good idea. From your parents too. You’re what? 14?”
“15,” you reply.
“I’d be hard to explain if anyone not involved in a wish were to come through that door, especially if I was in the middle of granting a wish. But don’t worry. Unless you want an audience, I’d make sure from now on to request me to insure our privacy when we’re together.”
“Good thinking. Can you do that now? But make sure it’s always that way between us when we’re alone in my room.”
A brief puff of pink smoke appeared in front of both your bedroom door and the lone window, along with the rest of the four walls to your room at the same time.
“Done,” announced Merry.
“Thank you.” Then another thought crossed your mind. “So, there are limitations to your powers?”
“Only in regards to the arena of sexual gratification and your imagination,” Merry reminded you. “So, what would you like to wish for next?”
“Hmmm...” you say, giving it some serious thought.
“Take your time. Something like this shouldn’t be rushed into,” admitted Merry. “One time, in the heat of the moment, I had a master make a wish that… Well, I still visit him in the nursing home whenever the opportunity presents itself.”
“What? You mean you can come and go as you please?”
“To a point. Definitely not when I’m on duty though. Granting sexually based wishes is my profession,” explained the genie. “I still have some autonomy outside the bottle.”
“So, I can’t control your every move?”
“Only if we have sex together,” said Merry.
“Me and you? Like lesbians?”
“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. Then again, we could be part of a threesome or even a group when the two of us get intimate. Being straight, bi, or gay. Doesn’t matter to me. I can honor any sexual wish, within the limitations I previously explained to you.”
“Wow!” you exclaim, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I never thought...”
“What do you mean?” wondered Merry, sitting down next to you.
“It’s like this...” you begin, while gathering your thoughts. “My parents are very strict. I know part of it is just because they worry about me, but they constantly worry that I’m going to screw up my life somehow before I’ve graduated high school, let alone college.”
“Just how strict are they?” wondered Merry.
“The only times I’m ever truly alone are either in here or the bathroom, and the only time I’m not I don’t have to deal with them is between the time I leave to go to school in the morning until I get off the bus in front of the house,” you complain. “I know it’s not some kind of weird religious thing. Just that the way the world is nowadays...”
“Believe it or not, I understand,” said Merry in a consoling voice, while gently putting a hand on your shoulder. “Different era. Maybe different reasons, but still the same basic objective behind their actions: protect their children at all costs.”
“But they’re too over protective. I want to experience life. I want to kiss a boy. Maybe even a girl. I don’t know,” you confess, laying back on the bed in frustration. “The way things are going, I’ll probably stay a virgin until my wedding night. Provided they even let me get married someday.”
Merry stretched out on her side next to you. The fact that she was still as naked as when she first appeared out of the bottle wasn’t lost on you.
“It doesn’t have to be that way...” she said with a smile.