A genie appears with a puff of pink some. It stands at eight feet tall, and everything below the waist is a tail of smoke.
"Thank you Master. I was getting very bored in there. The rules of the lamp: 1. You get one wish a month. 2. You can't create of destroy life. 3. I cannot affect the heart, so no love of hate wishes."
Hundreds of wishes flash through your mind, but then you remember Joe. Your best friend, he had been more than a little depressed lately, and no one could cheer him up.
"I wish I could cheer up my friend, Joe."
"So it shall be done!" The genie clapped his hands loudly before disappearing in another pink puff of smoke.
You look around with a frown, not noticing anything different until a blonde lock of hair falls in your face. Reaching behind your head, you feel a whole head of luscious, golden hair. You realise there is a weight on your chest and quickly cup your C-cup breasts in your small, dainty hands. You don't need to be told about downstairs, somehow you have the feeling that you are completely female.
"What the hell, Genie!" You yell, rubbing the lamp.
"Well now you will learn to be more specific with your wishes." The voice came out of the lamp.
"I wish to undo my last wish." You tell him, but there is no answer and you remember that you have to wait a month.
"Great." You mumble as you head into your room. "What the ****!" You swear as you see the pink walls and posters of hot guys. There is also a vanity sittng where your computer had been. Rumaging through all of your draws, you find only girls clothes.
Before you can think of what to do next, there is a knock on the door.
A shiver runs through your body, and you look down to see that your clothes have changed. Small black heels now covered your feet, while tight jeans of matching colour showed off your curves. A loose, autun coloured frock hung from your shoulders, and a quick glance in the mirror told you that your hair and makeup were masterfully done.
"Don't worry, no one will remember you as Kyle, only as Annabelle."
"Annabelle! What kind of name is that?"
"Don't ask me, I just clap my hands." And with that, the lamp flew from your hands, under your bed.
Someone knocks on the door again. You open it and see...