Damon thought. And his thoughts kept circling and returning to one place: Submission. He wanted to lose control. To be the helpless object of men's desire. To be...
Used.
"I want to be a slave," he muttered. The genie tilted her head.
"A slave? That could be difficult... this is America in the 20th century, right?"
He was confused by the question, but corrected her. "21st."
"Tch. I was in that lamp way too long. Point is, slavery is still illegal, right?"
"Yes. Here and everywhere else." He blinked. "Wait, are you serious? You mean real slavery?"
"Yes?" For once the genie was puzzled.
" You can -- you would -- do that?"
"If you want to be a brothel slave or some rich guy's personal plaything, it's not my place to judge you. But I can't rewrite an entire country's culture. I can, however, take you to another world where that does exist. Just be careful if you don't want an abusive master."
He stared at her a moment, then shook his head. "No." He had a feeling that he was arguing with himself. Although the idea had never occurred to him, being a slave sounded... "No! No, I-I meant... being a 'slave' to my urges as a woman. Unable to resist the advances of men, like I wrote out?"
She grimaced. "See, that's what I mean about being vague. And, do you want a neurosis? Nymphomania, I think it's called? Because that's the closest to the literal meaning of your words. Otherwise -- I can make you a woman, and I can help you embrace your submissive, slutty side. But please, for my sanity, stop acting like all women are that way."
He drew a deep breath. "Okay. All right. Sorry. But that is what I want -- to be completely helpless where men are concerned. Unable to resist their advances. Not -- not a nympho, I don't think -- just... slutty." He bit his lip. The genie laughed a little.
"You seem to have quite the fixation. But -- if you want a healthy relationship, you are going to have to be careful in who you submit to."
"Mmm." He really didn't want to be careful. He wanted to ask the genie to do that for him -- just let him enjoy his feitsh as he lived it while she made sure nothing really bad happened to him. And then he realised that maybe he could.
"Could I... could I wish for you to be... my friend? Like, my... chaperone? Make sure I don't get involved with anything bad once I'm a horny slut?"
"Certainly," she said without hesitation, and went on: "If you wish it, I can stay by your side and scout out guys with my magic, maybe even tweak them a bit so they're more willing to dominate you without going too far. Or I can be that guy." She grinned with a hint of mischief. "It's not often that I get to play the role of 'master.' Or... remember, I can take you to a world where all of this is more accepted than America. If you want to be in a harem or something along those lines, that's what I'd recommend."
"America is more accepting of that now," he mumbled, though he mentally conceded she had a point. But being taken to another dimension was most certainly not something he'd considered.
However -- like the suggestion of being a literal slave -- once she planted the seed in his mind, he found it held a certain appeal.
"Just remember that any of those options count as a separate wish from becoming a woman," she reminded him.