The genie claps his hands together as he says with a wide smile:
"You shall meet one of these women of pornography!"
This was not what you expected and you smile as you already imagine all the incredible sex that is about to happen to you and how you shall boast about it to your friends afterwards. You might be able to parade on the street with one of these porn stars, and show off while pretending it is no big deal, laughing it off lightly while hopefully your friends can see you, stare at you and most of all envy you. Your arrogant and macho bubble gets abruptly popped, though, as the genie continues with a booming laugh and an evil stare, delighting in your horrified face at his words:
"Yes. You can meet one... by being one!"
You have no time to protest as his magic envelops you, changing your appearance completely. You can feel, horrifyingly, your testes and penis retreat into your skin. Your penis inverts itself, becoming a privacy, as well as a uterus, labia and birth canal. A perfectly functioning vagina. And your testes each settle in their new comfortable position on either side of your novel reproduction system. Yes, they shall retain their role as gamete factories, but producing only eggs now as ovaries and no more hairy testicles, waiting impatiently for the seed required to make a noice healthy baby. Semen would be received now and produced no more. The outside of your body receives just as many drastic alterations. You waist clinches incredibly. Your chest blossoms and your hips and buttocks bloom. Your hair elongates to the middle of your back and becomes luscious shiny locks. Your eyes are big and innocent, like a deer's. Or rather a gazelle's. Your lips are now plump and a desire to kiss to any male around. Your hand and feet shrink so as to become dainty and delicate. Your body hair falls out and vanishes. You are however a bit fatter on the arms and legs than usual models in the magazine. The genie smiles and makes a full-length mirror appear so you can see your new form. You are still male inside, inside your brain at least, so you admire the body in front of you while being horrified by the fact that it is you in person. You look more like a slim-thick beauty than a skinny model but you still exudes a clear sense of being incredibly gorgeous.
"I prefer voluptuous women, as you remember. I've always found them healthier and more wholesome. Easier to please and to hold. But I find your current queens of beauty interesting, especially those with the very wide bottoms. Bustles and buxom. Those full bottoms are most appealing. Itv looks like your mortal beauty standards are not all to throw away."
"What... What can I do? I don't want that!" you exclaim, outraged.
Though you cannot help but notice that your voice is distinctly feminine and sultry.
"Why, I want to have sex, my dear," says the genie, his eyes alight with desire.
Part of you is revulsed by the mere idea. A deeply buried part of you. Because all you can feel is your body tingling with desire for this genie. He suddenly feels like the most handsome being in the world. His abs. His butts. His face that you want to kiss desperately. Yes, you want to touch and cover his body in caresses. To feel him inside of you. To be his completely... To hear him compliment you and embrace you. And... What does a genie penis look like, anyway? you think saucily. You're dying to know. And to wrap your full lips around it. To touch it. To have your other lips squeeze it as he thrusts powerfully into you... So when he approaches you, you can only step forward in glorious anticipation, attempting to silence your male voice of protest.