You spot a can of pepsi on the shelf and think that that would make a good 'bottle'. When you point to it the man smiles and lifts it off the shelf,
"Ah, a fine choice, lad. You'd be surprised how many people will open a can of pepsi they find lying on the ground."
You try to say something but before you can get a word out the old man pops the top of the can, there's a bright pink light and a powerful sense of vertigo as your entire body
is sucked into the can with a 'whoosh'
Without warning the feeling of vertigo passes and you feel your but connect with something soft, you let your eyes adjust for a second and then gasp in wonder. You're in a
reasonably big circular room, the walls are a deep maroon colour and there's furniture that all looks vaguely arabic. Off on one wall is a circular bed with sheets that match the walls,
there's a vanity, some dressers and what you can only assume to be the door to a closet directly across from you; in the exact center of the room there is a circular glass coffee table
sitting in front of a couch and on the other side of that is a large plasma television complete with a home theater system and- your eyes widen even more at this- all of the newest
gaming consoles!
You note that everything is very tastefully decorated too, there are some hanging drape... things, a couple paintings, everything seems to be in shades of red and pink which
you find a bit odd...
Looking around the area in which you 'landed' you see that your standing on a circular red mat, looking up you can faintly see the inside of the can opening so you figure the red mat
is a sort of 'entrance'. Turning around to the wall behind you you see a bizarre box- like mechanical contraption mounted to the wall. It looks almost like a cross between a punch
clock and a computer with a large handle sticking out it's side like a slot machine.
A small red light on the top of the thing is blinking and you can see text forming on the small screen, you read:
Dear Genie 32151 3939,
Congratulations on joining the proud and noble profession of Genieism, you have been designated 'genie class D'. By reading this you have certified that you are willing to receive your genie powers and abide by the code of magical law and practices referring to chapter 74a on proper genie conduct.
The device you are reading this from is called a 'lamcrol' it is a control device for the lamp and your connection to the outside world. It will provide you with all the necessary
data as well as satellite connection for your entertainment system.
We are happy to welcome you to the team, to receive your wish granting powers simply pull the activator.
Sincerely,
Elena Frumple Whatchowski, head genie and wish arbiter
You finish reading and figure the lever on the side to be the so-called 'activator'. So, anxious to get magical powers you give the handle a hearty 'yank'. There's a small musical
noise then the box spews a cloud of fluorescent pink vapor all over you.
Coughing and spluttering you back away off the mat and away from that 'lamcrol' or whatever the hell it is. You feel a tingling sensation all over your body. You realize it is
because all of your hair is rapidly disappearing, even your pubic hair and the hair on your head! Next you feel Your face reshapen and notice that your clothes have dissapeared. Soon
you feel all of your body fat recede, and reaepear on your hips and ass. Then you feel hair grow out of your head at an alarming rate and you soon find yourself with long, shimmering
blond hair that descends to just above your rounder butt. You think the changes have stopped, until you ntice your skin lighten in colour, becoming almost white. By now you have
realized what is going on.
Soon your chest muscles ripple and begin growing. You watch them as they grow to B cups, then C cups, past D and soon hang pert and firm somewhere around E! You wait for the last change to happen. You feel your penis go limp, then recede into your body along with your emptying testicles, leaving only the empty moist cavity of a woman's sex.
You rush over to the mirror over the vanity and look agape at the pale, golden haired goddess staring equally shocked back at you. "Oh my...I'm... I'm gorgeous?!" you say in a sexy
soprano voice that sounds unfamiliar to your ears. But you begin feeling something else, like static electricity running over the surface of your new, sexy body.
Your breasts start to swell again, you put your hands on them to feel the expansion. When they settle in an even bigger size you marvel at how they can actually be so big yet
stay so pert without drooping or sagging.
Your magnificent, shimmering hair twists itself into a braid. A pink band encircles the braid every six inches or so and a pink veil appears over the bottom half of your
face.
A pink bikini top appears on you matching your veil and barely containing your massive breasts. Whatever material it's made of, it's sheer enough that your rosy nipples and
areolae are fully visible yet it pushes the massive mounds inwards creating more than an eyeful of cleavage. An open pink vest appears, it barely covers the bottom of your breasts
but at least it isn't sheer like your top, plus it thankfully covers (barely) your prominent nipples. A matching pair of harem pants then appears, a band of gold at the waist and gold
cuffs around your ankles at the bottom. Like the top, the pants are sheer enough that your shapely legs are on display, and if not for the mercifully conservative pink panties your
new girl privates would be too.
You feel yourself getting taller, then realize that you've only been forced up onto your tiptoes by shoes that have appeared on your feet, white mary jane style sandal things with
a generous platform and heel.
With two barely audible 'clicks' a golden choker with inlaid sapphires appears on your neck followed by two dangling sapphire incrusted earrings. Followed by a long dangly
sapphire navel piercing.
Finally, cosmetics are applied to your face as if by an unseen hand. Your eyelashes lengthen and darken as eyeliner and eye shadow fade into existence. Rouge shows up on your
cheeks, painfully obvious because of your near-white skin tone , and your lips become pink and glossy, and maybe even a bit larger.
You look in awe at the pale goddess in the mirror, she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, even the makeup on your face is just enough to accentuate your beauty and not make you look slutty. You turn around and take in your new home, teetering slightly on your platform sandals. What are you going to do now?...