"Wait --" He thought he heard the genie say, but he was to overcome by his own cocktail of anticipation, fear and shame to register her voice. He laid on the couch, letting his consciousness drift.
"Master?"
No response from the man on the couch. The genie raised her voice.
"MASTER!"
"What?" He propped himself up in annoyance, his post-orgasmic fantasy of "passing out" broken. "Wait -- why am I still a guy? Didn't you grant my wish???"
"No!" she replied, exasperated. "Because it isn't a wish -- it's a dozen wishes rolled into one! You can't cheat the system like that!"
He collapsed back, staring at her. "But..." Sudeenly he turned away, overcome by shame at what he had tried to do. The genie -- perched with her legs crossed on the coffee table, next to her lamp -- waited for several minutes, then cleared her throat.
"Master?"
Again, no response. This was getting tedious, but she had dealt with a lot over the ages, so she maintained her patience. "Master. If you choose three of those things -- some of those things -- one at a time, I can grant them. But I think I need to be more specific on what I can and cannot do."
Damon looked back at her. "What do you mean?"
"The 'rules' I told you about were the conditions Solomon laid on me when sealing me to that accursed lamp. I didn't realise you expected me to be omnipotent, otherwise I would have made it clear that I wasn't." She shook her head, bemused. "Where did you get that idea...? Anyway. First, I cannot affect the future, because the future doesn't exist as such. It comes into being with the unfolding of the universe and the choices of mortal, fae, djinni and angel. Second, I can only affect people's minds in a limited way -- I can't make them do what they do not want to do, I can't alter their basic personalities, and I cannot destroy memories, just repress them. And third, I can't -- ethically -- grant wishes that are too vague or contradictory."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, there are djinn and fae who twist such poorly conceived wishes out of boredom or malice. But I want my 'punishment' to end, so I try to do what my master wants. Plus I'm not a monster."
"No I mean... what was vague? Or contradictory?"
"The thing about seeing your breasts 'like other women,' for instance. You seem to take it for granted that women don't find their own bodies attractive... but plenty do. Or at least we appreciate the power we have over males and lesbians." She smiled, and laid a hand on her own breast, which was rather exposed as she wore the "traditional" harem outfit. "Besides, you said you didn't want any mental problems and to be in a loving relationship; that loving yourself and taking pride in your appearance."
"...Oh. But..." The genie waited, but Damon was having a hard time formulating his thoughts. After a few minutes he shook his head. "Never mind... but what now?"
"Well, pick a wish! But I have to remind you, no making people fall in love! Getting you sex with a hundred different guys is already going further in that direction than I'm willing to risk, never mind forcing four other people to form a long-term relationship with you. I can help you indirectly to attract the lovers you want... but that will be a slow-burning wish, not something I can grant with a fingersnap."
"I see..."
"So, what'll it be? I can make you a woman. I have enough wiggle room in interpretation to make you a young woman, and even make it seem natural to you; though as I said it'll be fiddly to tweak others' memories of you to match -- especially close friends and family. I probably can't pull it off, to be honest. But we can try, if the age regression means that much to you. Amnesia, though, is going to take a second wish." She quirked an eyebrow. "So is making you pass out. I suggest you not waste a wish on something so silly."
Damon laid his head back on the couch. On top of the increasing shame and confusion over spelling out his fetish to this genie and her rebuke, he now felt foolish at having wasted all that time on writing up his wish. He almost felt like crying. But, thguh his eyes stung, no tears actually came. Eventually he let out a frustrated sigh and sat up. Once he did so he realised that his privates had been hanging out all this time. Blushing, he hastily pulled his pants up and zippered them. Talking with the genie had made her seem less like a MacGuffin and more of a person, and his shame deepened at having jacked off in front of her. Though, since she hadn't complained, he wasn't sure he should apologise.
Regardless. He did his best to push all that aside and begin to think about how he could salvage his wish with the further limitations the genie had revealed.
"One last thing," she added as he pondered, making him glance at her, annoyed. "You seem to think you need me to make you submissive or bi. You already are; you just need to embrace it."