Tom opened his eyes and realized he was holding a lamp in his hands. Looking around he also realized he was
standing where Sasha had been standing. Looking back to where he had been standing he saw himself still
standing there.
"Oh god..." He muttered in a high, feminine voice, looking down at his girlfriend's generous breasts. The
nipples were large, something her had always liked, and now the cold air was making them hard. Soft brunette
hair reached down to his shoulder blades, some resting on the tops of his breasts. Suddenly he wondered why he
was naked.
"Cool, hey babe?" Sasha asked, playing her erection.
"No! How is this cool?" Tom asked before storming off. As he walked he had to get used to his hair gently
bobbing up and own, and his breasts bouncing everywhere.
"You can change us back if you want!" She tells you, causing you to stop. "After all, you are me now."
"He is right, mistress. You now control the lamp." The genie's voice echoed.
Tom smirked. "Oh no, you're not getting back that easily. I'll decide when to change us back. For now, Genie,
I wish I had some clothes." As Tom made the wish he wondered if he should have been more specific. Maybe a
genie from ancient Egypt had a different fashion sense to a modern, twenty-three year old woman. But as you
watch the bra, thong, tight, low cut tank top and denim miniskirt appear he feels slightly at ease, though the
idea of wearing a bra and skirt wasn't that appealing. "Thank you. So how many wishes do I get?" Tom asked as
he struggled to bundle his breasts into the cups of his C cup bra. Next he slid the thong up his girlfriend's
soft, smooth legs and they wrapped his feminine crotch and his wide hips perfectly.
"I am yet to decide mistress. You may have one left, you may have more."
"Will you tell me when you decide?" He asked as he finished pulling the tank top over his head and started
putting on the miniskirt.
"Perhaps."
Tom bit his lower lip, the same way he had seen Sasha do so many times when she had been toying with an idea.
"Okay, well then I command you to tell me how many wishes I have got left once you decide."
"Very well, mistress."
"And stop calling me mistress. Call me master instead."
"I cannot do that mistress." The genie replied stoically.
"Fine, then go back into your lamp, I will rub it when I want to make a wish." And so the genie made a
decidedly more silent exit.
"Uh, babe?" You hear your own voice ask. "When will this go away?"
"After a while, just stop thinking about what you are thinking. It would also help if you stopped staring at
my ass." You blush, knowing you had looked at the same ass hungrily many times before as well.
"Well, there was one thing we could do to make it go away. I used to do it for you all the time." She trailed
off, letting you pick it up on your own.
"No!" You exclaim. "No way! Just because you turned me into you doesn't mean I will enjoy the same...
activities." With that you walk into the bedroom and close the door.