"Yes," Tiffany nodded. "I need Mike to change. I love him, but he doesn't love me back. He doesn't care about me. He just wants to stick his dick in me whenever he wants with no regard for me, my duties, or how I feel! I'm tired of guys always thinking they can do whatever they want with me."
She looked up at the djinn with resolve. "My wish is that Mike should become a loving boyfriend, one who truly cares about me and who will protect me. I want him to be kind and gentle, not demanding, and will listen to my opinions and wants, despite me still being under his command. I want him to be good to me."
Beldazarr smiled. "As you wish, young mistress."
Another thought struck her. "Oh! And can you make it so he can't remember being any different, and wouldn't want to change his personality again?"
"Your wish is my command," the djinn said. "Michael will believe he has always loved and cared for you, and he can no longer change his personality of his own volition."
Tiffany sighed in relief. Good. Her boyfriend loved her and they had a healthy relationship, despite the whole maid/master situation. It felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. And speaking of weight...
"Hey, djinn, you said that Mike told me to remain a woman. But he didn't say what sort of woman, right?" Tiffany asked slyly.
The djinn raised an eyebrow, impressed. "No, he did not. Is there anything you'd like to change about yourself, other than your gender?"
"Yeah. Could you give me a bit more muscle, and make it denser than normal? I like my tits - they make Mike happy - but they're just too damn heavy to carry around. I need to be strong enough to carry these jugs without any problems, and any extra strength would be good to help me clean around the dorm."
"It is done," the djinn declared. Tiffany felt her skin prickle as she grew a little more toned, with a nice six-pack showing down the front of her dress. But, beneath the skin, she could feel her muscles thickening and hardening, turning to dense, stone-like clusters of fibre, far stronger than any other human's muscles. Curious, she walked over to the couch and tried to pick it up. It took a bit of effort, and both hands, but she managed to raise it above her head with no problems. Gently, she lowered it back down and giggled.
"Wow, I really am stronger than I look!" She flexed a bicep and watched the tiny bump appear, knowing that the power contained within what seemed to be such meagre muscle was far beyond conceivable. Squeezing it, she found it was as hard as concrete. "I'll have no problem lugging these things around now."
And it was true. The dull ache of her enormous breasts had disappeared entirely. Her double ds stood even perkier, due to her enhanced pectoral muscles keeping them aloft.
Then, Tiffany brought a hand to her chin. "Now, what else should I do?"