You dress and go back into the lounge your mind bubbling with ideas for wishes some involving getting
your penis back some a little more creative but you want to run them past Steve first just to check
for loop-holes. As you walk in you are just in time to see a familiar puff of purple smoke and a
rather sheepish looking Steve.
"Damn it Steve" you say as he hurriedly zips himself up "What did you do?"
Steve finishes tucking himself in and turns to face you with a wicked grin
"Oh not much just making a little wish of my own."
"Are you crazy?" You ask "We need to talk about our wishes first, make sure there are no loopholes.
You saw what happened to me when I made a careless wish. What could you want that would make you risk
that?"
"Don't sweat in buddy." He says "It's all under control I'll tell you all about it in a minuet first
why don't you clean up this dump like you've been promising all week."
You are about to argue with him but before you can say anything all the muscles in your body spasm and
you lurch forward to begin tidying without any conscious control on your part. Your movements are clumsy
and slow as you struggle to gain control of your rebellious limbs.
"Steve!" You yell '"What the fuck is going on, why am I acting like Frankenstein’s house keeper?"
Steve just laughs "Relax man I told you every thing's under control, under my control that is. That was
my wish at least part of it you’ll find out the rest soon enough seem that mind control is against the
rules but controlling your body is fair game."
You can't believe Steve would waste a wish on anything as petty as chores. As your body dusts long
neglected shelves you try to get him back onside.
"Come on Steve." You plead "Stay focused we have an actual bona fide wish granting genie here and
you're wasting time on house work help me think up a really awesome wish that won’t backfire, I don't
want to end you with a pair of tits or my head on backward and you know I suck at telling girls
(even magic genie girls) what I want."