Damon's lamp was set within a card box and left as a donation to a charity store. It was given to a charity, while the female genie - Damon's genie - was put in another box and left on the street. Damon's lamp was set on a shelf and given the price tag of 49.99$. The owner of the charity hoped he could pass this lamp as a reasonably priced antique. So Damon's new home sat there, between a jar full of buttons and a fancy-looking porcelain statue of a boar. That is, until he was purchased. Purchased by a jock high-schooler who was ordered by her father to get a nice present for his cousin getting married. The antique looked good enough. Oh, it said "antique" on the tag and for this youngster it was good enough. He had no will, brains and energy to really look for something meaningful. Besides, he could keep the twenty dollars left over from the bills his dad had given him.
As he returned home, he entered his bedroom and threw the paper bag that held the lamp in a corner, happy to forget about it. He brushed his knuckles against it and smoke erupted out. The youngster, named Robert, was frightened, but then found a guy about his age and in loose clothes in his room. He stammered in utter astonishment until Damon spoke first. His first master... Mmmmh... He looked like one he was going to have fun with...
"Hello, young master," he said affably - or rather appearing so. "I am the genie of the lamp. You freed me. In reward, three wishes are yours. As long as you do not make anyone resurrect, die or fall in love, you have your pick."
"Well, my first wish is for you to be hot," grunted Robert. If you're in my room I want you to be hot."
Damon sighed and snapped his fingers. Though he hid it very well, he was disgusted. He had turned into a sun-tanned slim-thick eye candy, though still a genie. He had enormous hips, buttcheeks, boobs and thighs. He could even feel the long eyelashes he now possessed and the lips that were worthy of being pumped full with fillers. And those boobs... Damn, he had such a rack... He felt so humiliated... That jerk - his master, no less - had wasted a wish for him to be like that? And dressed in sexy cosplay lingerie too? Ugh! Damon kept a straight face but determined giving this asshole a good, sound and very long-lasting humiliation. He would make stupid wishes anyway, he could see that straight away.