Gemma looked back at the sad-eyed Ricky, then down at the breasts on his chest. She sighed and asked the genie, "Is there someplace the two of us can go and talk in private?"
"Of course," said the genie. She snapped her fingers, and the two of them disappeared, leaving Ricky standing alone in the living room of his girlfriend's apartment.
15 minutes later, he was seated on the couch, idly rubbing his left breast through his shirt, wondering what kind of devious punishment his girlfriend was thinking up with the assistance of that tricky genie, wondering if he'd ever have a normal male chest again. And then Gemma and the genie popped back into existence. He sat up and looked toward them expectantly.
Gemma pointed toward the genie. The genie snapped her fingers. Ricky felt his chest deflate almost instantly.
"Oh, thank you," said Ricky.
Gemma sat down on the couch next to her boyfriend and put her arm around him. "The genie and I had a little talk about what constitutes 'monogamy,' and about people's private thoughts. I have to admit I give a second glance to good-looking guys I see on the street, and you might pick up a phrase here or there out of my brain. But it doesn't mean I don't love you and want to be with you."
Ricky exhaled. It sounded like Gemma didn't want to punish him. "Yeah," he said, "I just have fleeting thoughts based on a momentary physical attraction. All guys do. We basically can't help it. But it's nothing like what we have together." He glanced over at the genie to gauge her thoughts, but she had a fairly blank expression on her face, and then leaned in for a kiss.
After their lips parted, Gemma said, "But I did have the genie cast a spell. It goes into effect tomorrow morning."
"What?!"
"Don't worry," reassured Gemma. "It's not meant to be a punishment, and it'll actually affect both of us. You'll find out when you wake up."
Ricky looked nervously at the genie, who now spoke up. "What your lover says is true, and she does know how to get in touch with me if absolutely necessary. But now I bid the two of you farewell." With that, she disappeared.
Ricky started to ask a question, but only got as far as "Wha--" before Gemma put her finger to his lips. "Tomorrow morning," she repeated, "your questions will be answered."
That night, when Ricky started to put the moves on Gemma, she declined. "Maybe tomorrow," she said, and turned off the light. Ricky stayed awake, tossing and turning, wondering what magic the morning would bring. Did that "maybe tomorrow" comment mean he would be staying a guy? Or maybe he'd turn into a girl and she'd turn into a lesbian. With those and many other possibilities running through his head, he finally drifted off to sleep after a couple of hours.