Drake thought about the power he now holds. He could do anything with it. “Beldazarr?” he says, prompting the genie to re-appear. Unlike last time, he’s wearing a polo shirt and khaki pants.
“Yes Master?” He says, “I see you like my new outfit.”
“Yeah, it looks good on you. Anyways, I wish that I was at home, and that I hadn’t made any plans today.”
“Your wish is granted master,” he says, a ‘whoosh’ of air flowing through the broken air con. He’s at his ‘home,’ which is a dirty, half broken slum. He gets out of his car, and enters his dirty, mold filled, infested apartment. Beldazarr follows him. “Master?” He says, “I know I am not supposed to suggest wishes, but I am pretty sure that living here is a death sentence.”
“Yeah, I know,” he says, “I wish I lived in a mansion”
“Your wish is my command!” he says with a smile. In between blinks, his room changes. The previously filthy room turns into a large, beautiful bedroom. A bed larger than his old apartment takes up the middle of the room, embedded into the floor, with thick silk curtains on 3 sides. On his left, a set of french doors open on a large patio, with what looks like a picturesque beach beyond. Turning around, an open door beckons him to explore, but he examines his bedroom further. There are two other doors, and a quick examination reveals a massive ensuite. A luxury bathroom meets him, golden marble under his feet. What looks like black granite surrounds a deep bathtub. The toilet seems normal enough, at least. It probably won’t clog when you sneeze into it at least. A large sink, with more granite countertops, sits on a wall. Cabinets surround a large set of mirrors and turning around reveals yet more mirrors. The opposing wall is one giant mirror. Drake looks at himself. His weak, pudgy body seems out of place in these mega rich surroundings.
“Beldazarr?” he asks, “I wish I was a rich woman. I wish I was 7 feet tall, with very long, high quality golden hair. I wish I had bright silver eyes, and a very feminine face, with plump lips and high cheekbones. I wish I was shredded-”
“Excuse me, master,” the genie says, now wearing a head butler’s uniform, “But shredded? I assume you don’t mean cut up finely?”
“No no, I mean I want heavily defined muscles, without changing my shape too much,” he says. Beldazarr nods, and Drake continues, “Anyways, yeah. I wish I had permanently perky breasts the size of my head that wouldn’t ever sag, even if I never wore bras of any kind. I wish I had a relatively thin waist, with very wide hips, a sculpted ass, and head crushing thighs.”
“What will your new name be, Master?”
“Evangeline Hexine” he says, picking out a name at semi random, “But my friends call me V”
“Your wishes are my command, Master,” Beldazarr says, sparkling purple smoke flowing out from his fingertips. “Or, should I say, Mistress.”