"Nerdling! You got any Brut or Axe, I'm out and I got a hot date!" said Boomer Jeremy's fraternal twin brother who was a whole 8 hours older, as he burst into Jeremy's room. You had almost forgotten they were twin brothers: the huge jock and tiny nerd.
He picks up your bottle and sniffs at the lid. You're eye level with his belly button now, and you see the edge of his XXL jockstrap band peeking out of his jeans. Damn, he's wearing Jeremy.
He unstoppers the bottle. You emerge from the bottle in a cloud of smoke.
"What the fuck? Jeremy's got a genie! Damn, I remember hearing that a genie would appear in the form his master most desires. And looking like the jock who always stuffed my wiener brother into the nearest locker must have been Jeremy's fantasy. Wait, I opened the bottle that makes me..."
"I am the genie of the bottle, oh, Master, what is your wish?"
"Dang, guess, your my fantasy genie. Okay, we'll start with a blow job, and then I'll fuck your ass, and pretend it's my teammate's. Er, you do have an ass, don't you?" he asks waving a hand in the smoke under your waist.
"If you wish master, I will an ass and legs," you say hoping to get your lower half back. You pause as you find yourself floating on the floor before Boomer and staring at his crotch. Dang, you're really going to have to do this, well as long as you get your ass back. Just listen for an ambiguous wish, and Boomer is history. Better he not know that you really are his teammate.
"How many wishes do I get genie?"
"Uh, I don't know, as many as you want?" you answer unsure. Then the answer comes to you, "But only 3 big magical ones. The non-magical ones your slave will perform happily for his master."
"Hot dog! Well, get to slaving for my cock, while I think up my magical wishes. First off, I wish - and wait until I finish explaining the complete wish, genie- I wish that I was an only child, not that I want Jeremy to cease to exist- just that no one else remember he existed, and his room is now my workout room & man cave, and that Jeremy is happy and content in his new role - okay, grant wish number one."
You shrug. Jeremy isn't likely to be coming back anyway. The room is now painted orange, a massive 60 inch flat screen covers one wall, the floor is rubber, and weight-training equipment is everywhere. The posters of Star Trek and Lord of the Rings have been replaced by hot cars, team photos including one of you in a Speedo and shelves filled with sports trophies. Jeremy is still Boomer's jockstrap, it's just he's now the happiest he has ever been. It's good to be the genie. You grin. Then you remember, you're also the slave. You unbutton Boomer's fly and peel back his jockstrap pouch. You crinkle your nose as you open your mouth.