"As you wish, Master," the Genie says, clapping her hands.
Instantly, your body begins to change. You lose about eight inches in height, your waist becomes thinner, boobs start growing on your chest, pushing against the fabric of your shirt as your clothes begin to morph.
Your hair becomes platinum blonde and cascades halfway down your back. Your bones become thinner as your weight shrinks down to about 115 pounds. Your breasts, almost DD in size, continue to swell outward, as your shirt is replaced by a skin-tight blue top, with the letters "SB" emblazoned on the front.
Your pants are now a skirt, revealing a pair of toned, sexy legs and a cape appears on your back.
You look up at the Genie momentarily, a horrified look on your face as you realize you've been turned into a woman, before your IQ begins to drop. Previous knowledge of everything you had learned in high school, like complex math equations and scientific formulas was quickly vanishing, being replaced by things only a dumb blonde would find interest in, like cute boys and the color pink.
"Ooh, pretty light," you gasp out in amazement, looking up at the light fixture on the ceiling. You were so amazed by the smallest of things now. Your breasts also continued to push against your new superhero uniform, the top dipping low to display your EEE sized melons.
A couple of moments later and your transformation is complete.
"There, Master," the Genie says. "Your wish has been granted. You now have superstrength, power of flight, heat vision and all the other powers that Superman has. Will there be anything else?"
You pause for a moment, trying to comprehend the words the Genie just told you, when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Walking over to it, you check out your new wardrobe, turning side to side, before commenting, "I'm, like, sexy now." You massage your new breasts, faintly remembering you didn't have these a few minutes ago, when suddenly, you hear an explosion downtown.
"Something goed boom," you say, using your x-ray vision to see black smoke billowing in the distance. You open your front door, accidentily ripping it off its hinges in the process. "Oops," you say, carelessly tossing the door behind you as it crashes through a wall, landing in the guest bedroom.
"Wanna come with me?" you ask the Genie, who almost laughs at how simplistic your vocabulary has become.
"Of course, Master," she says, following behind as you fly towards downtown.