Clarence Phillips, known to the resident school bullies as 'Claire', made his way down the street with just the faintest of a limp from the spreading locker related bruise on his thigh. The slightly hook nosed boy grumbled and moaned as he turned down the alley way next to the laundromat, a shortcut on his way home, though today something interrupted his thoughts of anger and revenge. A Pepsi can.
Curios about it the small boy gingerly picked up the can, noting with some wonder that it was still firmly sealed, it
even felt cool.
Clarence licked his lips, he never realized how thirsty he really was, with growing anticipation he popped the
top of the can.
No air came out, there was a dull pink light before the can began to shake uncontrollably and spew forth copious
amounts of thick, glittering pink smoke. Clarence dropped the can and backed himself against a wall as the smoke
suddenly froze in place as it was spreading throughout the alleyway, a small part of the terrified boy's mind gave a
small laugh as he noted it looked like pink, glittering cotton candy fog.
But then all at once the smoke began pulling inwards, wind swept up trash from the pavement as, with an
audible crack, the smoke hardened into the most beautiful girl Clarence had ever seen in his life.
He could barely keep himself from drooling, she was an absolute goddess! From her golden hair that seemed to
glow in the light, her beautiful curves, her face covered seductively in a thin veil.
And her breasts, oh god her breasts! Absolutely enormous yet still pert and perky, held together by the
tinniest see-through pink tube top he had ever seen, her nipples covered only (and barely) by an equally tiny hot
pink vest.
The pale goddess coughed a bit, looking around wide eyed and disoriented before turning to rest on the weak
kneed freshman.
"You're the um.... oh!" She stuttered, and even that came out in a beautiful, honey coated alto.
She made as if she was pulling something out of thin air and with a little musical chime and a puff of smoke
she did indeed pull what looked like a PDA from nowhere. She cleared her voice and began reading of it,
" You will need to memories the following- oh wait that's for me, okay..... bah blahbleblah- Okay, here we go!
"Hello master, I am the genie of the lamp. I am in your service, your servant until such a time when you have
made no more than four wishes. These wishes cannot be used for murder they may only be used to change reality
to the extent that they will not affect the major culture or world issues, these wishes cannot be used to travel
through time or affect an age that has already passed, if you have any problems with your wishes please consult
local genie union 351, if a temporary condition lasts longer than intended consult a pharmacist."
Having finished, the genie took a deep breath and 'poofed' the PDA away and looked at the boy with a
mixture of apprehension and annoyance.
Clarence, excited and hardly believing it to be true said: "...