”Of course,” mused Mark, “who says you have to be my wife?”
”What?” Jessie had no idea what he meant.
”Genie,” said Mark, waving in her direction.
Jessie suddenly felt fabric swishing against her body in an unusual way, and looked down to see that she was now dressed in a sexy genie costume. A pink top wrapped around her enlarged breasts, gauzy enough that her dark nipples could be seen through the material, although a silver bolero jacket over it managed to cover the nipples when she wasn’t moving around. Pants of the same material covered her legs from hip to ankle. On her feet were pink high-heeled shoes with an extension in the front that curled up. Her hair was pulled through a small pink cap and fell as a ponytail.
”Okay, you’ve made your point,” said Jessie.
”And let me change our relationship,” said Mark with another hand wave.
Jessie did’t notice anything different immediately, but then she said, “Come on, M-- M- -“ She couldn’t get out the word “Mark.”
”You can only call me ‘master’ now,” pointed out Mark. “And, of course, you have a bottle.” An ornate bottle appeared in his hands; Jessie recognized it as being similar to the prop from the “I Dream of Jeannie” TV show.
”Now for the big one,” said Mark, holding up the wishing coin. “I wish you had the powers of this coin, but could only use them to grant my wishes, or the wishes of anyone I may designate as your master in the future.”
When Mark finished the sentence, the coin was suddenly wrenched from his hand. It flew toward the genie Jessie almost as if she had an electromagnet in her chest; before she could react, it hit her squarely between her breasts and appeared to be absorbed inside her.
”What the fuck?” asked Mark.
Jessie sneered. “You wished I had the powers of the coin, master. Maybe you should’ve wished something like, uh, that I had the same powers as the coin.”
Mark looked briefly worried, but then he said one word, “Tits.”