The smoke enveloped me and pulled my sleeping body towards the lamp. I woke up a few minutes later; to find
myself in an unfamiliar room, decorated in what about to be a middle-eastern style.
Sitting up, I said, “What the…where am I?”
A voice to my right said, “You’re inside my lamp.”
Turning to face the voice I saw a girl, maybe a few years older than me, wearing what looked like a harem
outfit.
“Who are you?”
“My name’s Jamila.” Walking over to me, the girl said, “I’m a genie.”
“Yeah, sure you are.” Chuckling, I said, “Did Erin put you up to this?”
“I’m serious, I am a genie.” Pausing, Jamila said, “Make a wish.”
“Okay, I’ll play your game.” Amused, I said, “I’d like a ham sandwich please; with everything.”
Suddenly a ham sandwich appeared in Jamila’s hands; as she quickly handed it to me. “Here’s your sandwich.”
In shock, I took the sandwich and looked at Jamila. “T-That’s no-not possible. Ge-genie’s aren’t real.”
“I assure you, that we’re very real.”
As I hesitantly took a bite of the sandwich, I said, “Wh-What do you want with me?”
“You may want to sit down for this…”
Sitting down, I said, “Carl.”
“Okay…Carl; let me tell you my story.”
Jamila proceeded to explain that she was once a human. 800 years ago, a sorceress cursed her to spend an
eternity as a genie. She explained that she would only be free when someone came along to replace her.
“Is that why I-I’m here?” Looking at her, I said, “To replace you?”
“Yes. But,” pausing, Jamila said, “Something’s need to be changed first.”
Worried, I said, “W-What kind of things?”
“The sorceress said that only…a woman could replace me.”
I stood in shock as Jamila stepped closer to me; fearing what was to come next. My fears were soon justified
when I saw my body starting to change. Looking at Jamila in fear, I said, “You can't do this to me! I never
wished for this!”
Looking at me, as the changes to my body progressed, Jamila said, “I’m sorry Carl; but this is the only way.
I’ve been waiting for my freedom for 800 years.”
The changes lasted for a few minutes, as I watched my male body slowly turn female before my eyes. I watched
in shock as breasts grew out of my chest; stopping at about a C cup. The changes were finished a few minutes
later.
Looking in a mirror, I found myself looking at a young woman wearing a similar outfit to Jamila. Turning to
her, in shock, I said, “Ple-Please change me back!”
“I’m sorry, Carl.” Pausing, Jamila said, “This is the only way.”
I watched in silence as Jamila disappeared in a cloud of smoke; leaving me alone. “What now?”