Jinnis and Wishes and Tits, Oh My?!
Keywords: Tits,, My?!, Oh, Jinnis, and, and, Wishes,
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My nose was too big, so I softened it a little with a tiny Irish upturn, widened my eyes just a little. Staring at me in the mirror was a beautiful woman - with a ball sack and dick. I started working on that, but try as I might, I could not get a vagina, the dick and balls shrank to very tiny, but they would not go away. Finally I gave up and let them pick back up to normal size, heck - I let the dick get a bit bigger, I"d always been average sized there and now I was bigger by a couple inches long and an inch around.
I stopped out of breath. I was exhausted.
"Hey, boss, I told you, you couldn"t change your sex. Its not allowed. Now, you"ve blown your energy reserve for any more changes for several days. You"d better lock this into an identity, cause you"re stuck there five days minimum."
I was too tired to care. I did what he said, check out the ID papers and saw my name was Erica Steele, that wasn"t bad. I stumbled to the bed.
The Jinn interposed himself between me and the bed. "Don"t go to sleep now, boss. You got another wish and then you said you"re gonna free ME!"
"Later", I said. I was too tired to even think about another wish, and I would not go off half-cocked on a wish. I might screw it up. I collapsed across the bed and I was out like a light for almost ten hours.
I woke up slowly, remembering the stupid dream I"d had. I scratched under my left breast . . wait a minute . . . I snapped awake. The Jinni was standing by the bed.
"Its about damned time you woke up," he said without preamble or overture. I shrieked. My voice was a good fifth higher than it had been before, an alto, maybe a second soprano.
I stumbled into the bathroom and looked at myself. Damn I was a knock out even with a considerable hard on. I took a shower, washed my much longer hair, and scratched myself a couple of times with the long nails I had.
I came out of the bathroom and the Jinni was still standing there. I was naked. I felt naked. There was an old terrycloth bathrobe in the closet, I put it on hastily. "Okay, Jinni, I have to get back to normal now."
"No can do, yet boss." He sat on the floor beside the chair. "You changed too far for one change, you pushed it right to the wall and now you"ve got four or five days just like you are before you can change back. Sorry"
"I will be able to change back, right?"
"Sure, no sweat at all. It"ll just take a few days."
I sat and though for a while. My arms tucked under my boobs felt good, before I knew it I was casually stroking one of my new improved nipples - it felt really good, and my dick swelled.
"You want to go ahead with the second wish now?"
His voice pulled me back to where I was. "Yeah. Let me think for a minute."
I needed money - not just a little money for now, but money for good and all, but I did not want to get too greedy. Getting greedy with a Jinn was not a good idea.
"Okay, Jinni, I am going to wish for wealth, but I want wealth that is not mysterious to the casual onlooker or the IRS, okay?" I looked at him and he nodded. "This is how we"re going to do it. I want to win a lottery, thirty or forty million dollars worth, but I don"t want to win it now, or tomorrow, I want to win it six weeks ago, and have all the tax and financial nonsense out of the way. I want to pay every penny of applicable taxes and have all the final papers right now in front of me including the bank books, check books and credit cards appropriate to that money. I want it to be managed by a responsible honest financial manager whom I set this up with a month ago. I want it all finalized and in my hands. Right this minute, okay?"
The Jinn nodded solemnly and handed me a box with all things I"d asked for. There were check books, credit cards, debit cards, a pile of cash, the recorded tax forms and financial records for twenty-six million dollars, after taxes. I looked at the stuff and the problem dawned on me. It was all in the name of Erica Steele. Eric Stahl did not have a dime. "What the fuck!?!?" I said elegantly.
"It"s just like you asked, boss." The Jinn smiled. Now he was eight feet tall with big teeth and claws, and a whole lot of magical power to intimidate me. "You wanted it right now, and right now that"s who you are, isn"t it?"
I was caught and I knew it. "Now I guess you want me to pay off and wish you free, right Jinni?"
"You bargained well, and that was the agreement. I plan to hold you to it." He smiled with lots of sharp teeth. The Jinn were not fairy, nice creatures in Arabic myth. They were dangerous, duplicitous, deceitful . . . deadly.
I stood my ground in front of him. This one I had worked out from the very beginning. I had him and he just didn"t know it. "I wish you free, Jinni to lead a normal human life. I wish you to be born as a human child in the next few minutes at a local hospital with a human soul and human abilities and no memory of your existence as a Jinn. That is my third and final wish. Do as you are commanded." He snarled. He gnashed his teeth. He cursed. He screamed. He was had and he knew it. He started to dwindle and fade and was drawn slowly out of the room as if through a soda straw. Somewhere, a few minutes later a little boy or girl was born with the personality of that Jinn. He would be a considerably powerful personality, but he would not have great magical power and a tendency to efficient violence.
I stood there shaking. It was over and I had gained a lot: money, near immortality, and a great rack. I went through my financial papers. I called the financial manager. He had the impression we"d known each other for weeks and he was happy to have my business. The bank accounts were there like they should be. I was a very wealthy woman, well, not quite a woman, but close. What the hell was I going to do?
First of all, I was going to eat.
I went into the kitchen. Looking in pantries and cupboards was weird because I was six inches shorter than I should be. I fished out a beer, made a sandwich and opened a bag of chips. I flipped on the television, stuck my head out the door and gathered in the morning mail. There was JC Penney"s catalog and an advertising flyer from the Black Mesa Mall a couple miles away. Lots of women"s clothing were on sale. It was a Wednesday afternoon, the mall shouldn"t be too busy, I figured. But what was I going to wear to get there?
I went into the closet licking the last of the sandwich off my fingers, and burping gently from the beer. Not very lady-like, I guess, but I"d seen even attractive women burp before. The closet was pretty damned hopeless. There was a University of Arizona sweat shirt, and a pair of old jeans that must have belonged to one of my crew once upon a time, they were too small for my old waist line for sure. My feet were never going to fit in any of my shoes or boots, they were way too small, so I had to fish out my "flip-flops" from under the bed. I set out the clothing on the bed
I went into the bath room and pondered myself in the mirror. My face was really pretty, not masculine at all, it was smooth and had no evidence of my usual beard. The lips were fuller than I remembered mine being. The eyes looking back at me were the green mine had been, but that was the only outstanding familiarity. I could pass for a cousin of my old self, I guessed. My eyes were drawn to my breasts and I touched them the nipples were too large for what I recalled, I figured I must have played with my hormone mix some when I was trying to make myself a real girl for shits and giggles. They got pointy real easy too. Massaging my breasts and playing with my nipples made my dick spring to life too. I hadn"t gotten such a quick and easy hard on in years. I quickly gave in to the sensations and picked up a bottle of baby oil I kept for sunburns. A little bit of oil felt really good on my nipples It had me panting real quick. I went back to the bedroom with the baby oil and laid down to explore things a little better. The nipples were greasy, slippery and felt like stones, the pleasure was exquisite and it didn"t take long for me to start playing with my new, bigger and better dick. That felt really great, too and a few minutes later I was squirting what felt like quarts of juice all over my stomach. It shot all the way up to my chin! I kind of like the taste of it when I licked out with my tongue and picked up the dribble.
I lay there, pleasantly strung out for a few minutes, idly playing with my tits.
This was good stuff alright . . . time for another shower.
End Part I
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Keywords: Tits,, My?!, Oh, Jinnis, and, and, Wishes,