You gape at the genie as she hovers before you, not wanting to believe what she has done. She not only made
this car yours, she made you into the owner of this car! Complete with her long, golden hair and large, firm
breasts. You even had the same pink lips, the same tattoos around you waist, up your back and under your arms,
and the same tight pussy.
"was zum Teufel genie?" You ask but stop as you realize you spoke in German.
'What is going on?' You think to yourself, before realizing that now you even think in German!
"Hilfe! Ich kann kein Englisch sprechen." You cry for help, suddenly terrified. You have thoroughly lost the
ability to speak English!
You squat there in your white high heels with yellow straps, the rest of you completely naked except for the
yellow headband holding your fringe and ponytail in place. You balance yourself on the car as you stare
pleadingly at the genie. Then an idea comes to you.
"Ich wünschte, ich war selbst wieder." You wish to be yourself again, but you genie only smiles. You see her
mouth moving and you hear sounds come out. Thinking that she was talking gibberish to annoy you, you snatch up
your nearby phone and dial your roommate - Brian.
"Hello?" He answers.
"Brian! Help! Remember that genie I told about? Well she's real and she -" You stop as you realize Brian won't
understand your German ramblings. For that matter, you can't understand whatever he is jabbering either.
That's when your sinking feeling reached an all time low. Being magically turned into a gorgeous, blond German
grease-monkey wasn't so bad because you could wish yourself back. Loosing the ability to speak English was a
pain, but you had been confident that if you listened to a few audio tapes you could quickly pick it up again.
But your stomach absolutely flipped when you realized you had lost the ability to even comprehend English.
"You know, that was really cheap." You tell the genie as you stand and walk to your clothes, your nipples hard
in the cold garage air.
The genie just shrugs like she doesn't care and you sigh, relieved that she at least understands you. You
slide the white panties up your legs and then step out of your heels to don the matching tights before
slipping a tight, white dress over your head. Reaching behind your back with deft fingers, you do up the zip.
The dress was revealing, stopping just below your ass, and the straps looping around your neck in a way to
accentuate the cups and your cleavage. It was even pinched in around the torso to make your boobs look bigger.
You might have been wondering why you had been naked in the first place, had the woman's online description
not revealed that she did all of her best work naked, and proudly boasting that she wasn't only talking about
her car.
A thought suddenly occurred to you. "So if I'm now this hot, German babe, does that mean she is now a skinny
American nerd?" The genie nodded with a rueful smile. The thought made you giggle, trying to imagine a woman
who had previously known nothing but fluent German, now unable to even utter a syllable in anything other than
English.
"If you think getting me stuck like this means you've won - then you are sadly mistaken." You didn't need to
understand English to know what the genie's response was. It was one of those snap your fingers 'bring it on
bitch' type moments. So you spin around and walk off, naturally swinging your hips in a feminine gait and
listening to the clack of your heels echo up the wooden stairs. That was when you heard the phone ring from
upstairs.