THE LAMP Subtitle: I DREAM OF GENE Copyright 1998 By Deane Christopher ************************************************* Note to prospective reader: I think of myself not as a writer or an author, but as a surrealistic wordsmith, pioneering the literary art form of Out-based Free-prose. Therefore, in the following composition, any and all adherence to the rules governing the proper use of the English Language is purely coincidental. The reader will find the sentence structure has a marked tendency to be somewhat cumbersome, due to the extremely liberal use of adjectives. Also, the follow piece has its' fair share of dangling participles and a whole caboodle of hyphenated words. Another note to the prospective reader: The following story was based on a fairly simple, though admittedly far fetched premise and was allowed to evolve on its' own, surprising your most humble and obedient surrealistic wordsmith with some of the twist and turns it took as it did so. And yet another tiresome note to the prospective reader: The follow story contains sexually explicit and transgender related material. If you are under age or are afraid that the perusal of such vulgar subjects might curve your spine, grow hair on the palms of your hands, rot your brain or something or other along those lines, the answers is simple. STOP! READ NO FURTHER! ************************************************* Title: THE LAMP Subtitle: I DREAM OF GENE Copyright 1998 By Deane Christopher Weather permitting, Gene Renyolds and his wife generally spent their Saturday mornings rummaging around flea-markets and yard-sales, looking for what they, in their lexicon, had come to term 'treasures'. Ann, Gene's better-half, kept an eye out for brass fabricated whatnots and doodads, while her husband tended to busied himself checking out used tools and other sundry handyman-like paraphernalia. "Look, dear!", Ann gleefully exclaimed as linked up with her husband at the end of the row of display tables they had been browsing through. "Look what I found!" "Wow!", having nonchalantly given the highly tarnished and crude encrusted item a cursory glance, Gene sarcastically chided. "Gee, hon! Another Persians lamp! Just what we need! Let's see! What's that make? Five? Six? "No!", Gene quickly corrected himself. "I plum forgot about that gaudy, semi-precious jewel encrusted eyesore that you absolutely had to have last week! "Wait! It couldn't have been last week! Last week we were down the ocean! And you and I didn't go flea-marketing while we were there. So, given that, it had to be the week before last! It was, wasn't it, dear?" "Yes.", Ann concurred good naturedly. "Well, If my recollection serves me right, if we add this new one into the count, I do believe that that makes a grand total of seven these Chinese or Taiwanese knock-off Persian- styled brass lamps that you've picked up here of late. "I mean to tell you honey, to my way of thinking, you've got a real collection going! Soon... sure as shootin'... knowing you... it won't be long now before you're going to want me to make some sort of shelf to display them on. "What gives, Ann? Have you all of a sudden developed a Persian lamp fetish or, are you secretly harboring the far fetched hope that one fine day, like Aladin of legend, you're going to come into the possession of one that actually houses an all powerful, turban wearing, muscular, hairy chested, forearms banded in eighteen karat gold bracelet-like what-ya'-ma-call- 'ems, wish fulfilling genie? Y'know, that's straight out of Sheharrazod's a Thousand and One Tales of the Arabian Knights!" "No, dear!", Ann replied, adding a whimsical after-thought, "Though I must admit. It sure would be nice were something like that to happen. I mean, think about it, dear. Wouldn't it be a hoot to have a magic wielding genie at your every beck and call?" "Why, Ann? Please tell me!", Gene chided. "Just what in the world do you need a genie for? After all, you've got little old at your every beck and call! Granted... I'm a first class procrastinator... but even though I am... don't I pretty much attend to your every bidding! And, if I do say so myself, though I must admit I do have my fair share of faults, all in all, I'm a pretty good husband... not to mention, a step-and-fetch-it to boot! Aren't I? I mean, though I've yet to win the lottery, all things considered, you have to admit that I do a fair to midland job of providing for you." "Yes, dear." Ann was quick to add, "Though you have yet to come up to my parents' rather grandiose and unrealistic expectations of what a husband is supposed to be and do, I must say: all in all, you do a pretty good job of it. Far better than most. Though,", she added in a hasty afterthought, "there's always room for improvement. "However,", Ann, holding the tarnished, gunk and crude encrusted lamp in one hand and reaching down to grasp her husband's hand with her other, continued on playfully, "if you'd like to make your little wiffey happy, dear, and there by, increase your chances of getting lucky tonight, perhaps... when we get home... after I fix us some lunch... would you'd be so kind as to work a little bit of your own brand of handyman magic on this new lamp of ours. I do believe, that once you get all the tarnish and gunk off of it, this new find of mine is going to be the center piece of my budding Persian lamp collection." "Cute! Real cute! You know, that's flat out and out bribery, Ann! If I'm hearing you right... and I sincerely belive that I am... your saying: that if I want to get laid tonight, it would be in my best interest were I to get on the stick and see what I can do about getting all of that crude, gunk and tarnish off that new 'treasure' of your's." "Please!", Ann returned. "I promise: I'll make it worth your while, Gene. "In fact, dear... if you'll see what you can do about cleaning up this lamp for me this afternoon, and not put it on that proverbial back burner of yours... y'know, like you tend to do with most of the projects that I've asked you to do for me... I'll go you one better. Tonight, as a precursor to our love making... just to tickle that perverse and perverted fancy of your's... I'll even go so far as to wear that kinky little black satin maid's outfit that you gave me as, what I took to be a gag gift, on my last birthday. High heels! Mess stockings! The works!" "You will!", Gene's tone signified that he was both intrigued and delighted with his wife's most generous and intriguing offer. "Yes, dear.", Ann replied, "Though I'm probably going to regret it... y'know, given how foolish I'll feel getting all gussied up in that skimpy getup... if you'll see what you can do about cleaning up this new Persian lamp of mine... knowing fully well how much of a kick you'd get out of seeing me decked out in one of those dick-teaser specials that you - though you can hardly ever cajole me into wearing one 'em for you - keep buying for me... I promise! Tonight, I'll bite the bullet; stow my inhibitions and wear one of the darn things for you. "Deal?", Ann queried. "Deal!", Gene quipped enthusiastically, if not excitedly. * * * Just thinking about his wife and how fetchingly provocative she would look decked out in that sexy black satin maid's outfit titillated the hell out of Gene's rather vivid imagination. No matter how hard he tried, over and over again, all throughout the drive back to their home, the image of Ann prancing around in such revealing and blatantly seductive garb kept cropping up in his mind. Needless to say, by the time he pulled into their driveway, Gene Renyolds was one motivated puppy. In fact, his wife's promise had him so no holds bar motivated that no sooner had he gotten in the front door of their house, he was dashing off to the sanctum sanctorum of his basement workshop; there, to fetch his self-complied, handy-dandy, brass clean kit. Shortly thereafter, even as his wife turned to the task of preparing their lunch at the kitchen counter, which was to consist of grilled cheese sandwiches, chips and a couple of dill pickle slices, Gene, having first spread a wealth of old newspapers over one entire end of their kitchen table, placed his wife's newly acquired lamp directly on the paper before him. Then, in a cursory effort to see just how much a chore the lamp's restoration would entail, Gene, knowing that he would have to stop shortly and eat the sandwiches that Ann was even then preparing, decided to get a head start on the project. So opting, he scanned the arsenal of cleaning implements at hand and selected a twill cleaning cloth and a small bottle containing several ounces of your everyday, industrial strength, handy- dandy, liquid brass cleaner. Dabbing the twill cloth with of few drops of the cleaning fluid, he started in on the lamp. One rub. Two rubs. And then, just as he was on the reciprocating, backward drawing portion of the circular motion of his third preliminary rubbing endeavor, a most astonishing thing occurred. Without any sort of attention garnishing pyrotechnic flash or, for that matter, ominous heralding sound, Gene and Ann's life together was, at that instant in time, being subjected to a drastic and traumatic mystical revamping. Given the fact that he rarely, if ever, employed the F- word, a very uncharacteristic, and somewhat irrational sounding shriek of Gene's startled and somewhat choked off, "What the Ffff... uck!", was the first and only indication that his wife had that anything was amiss. Fearing that something awful had happened, that perhaps some of the caustic cleaning fluid had somehow gotten in one or both of her husband's eyes or, that he had gotten careless and inadvertently spilled some of the brass cleaner on the brand new linoleum floor that he had, after one hell of a lot of procrastination on his behalf, finally gotten around to installing for her - Ann immediately ceased what she was doing and pivoted briskly about. The phenomenon that Ann Renyolds beheld as she turned to face the end of the table that her husband had been seated at defied her ability to comprehend. There was Gene. Or, more accurately, there was what was left of Gene. From mid chest upwards, Gene was still the Gene that she had known and loved since high school. However, from mid chest downward, for all intent and purposes, Gene's lower extremities had plum up and vanished into a severely tapering, violently whirling, cyclone- like, purple-violet tinged funnel that sort of emulated a witch's high peeked hat turned topsy-turvy and failed - by a good foot or more - to extent itself all the way down to the linoleum. As far as Ann could tell, Gene's feet and legs were completely gone and, given the severity of the funnel's downward tapering, her logic decreed that there was absolutely no way that the madly spinning, purple-violet vortex could ever begin to conceal her husband's hips, abdomen or, for that matter, the lowermost portion of his chest. "Ann!", Gene frantically wailed as the cyclone-like funnel continued to extend itself steadily upward, engulfing and eradicating both his upper torso and his aimlessly flailing arms in the process. "Help meeeeee! Pleeeease! My body! It's coming apart! Unraveling! Molecule by molecule! Atom by atom!" And then, in a blink of an eye, Gene was gone. Vanished. Nothing remained, save for the frantically swirling, purple- violet, cyclone-like funnel. For a lingering instant, the wildly spinning tornado-like funnel hovered just above the chair that Ann's husband had been occupying but a brief moment or so before. Then, the swirling, purple-violet, twister-like vortex began to rise and as it did, it re-positioned itself so that its' tapered lower apogee hovered just inches above table top. Once so position, the cyclone-like funnel's tapered lower apogee appeared to Ann as if it were drawn horizontally, directly towards the lip of the lamp's rune decorated, crude encrusted spout. So positioned, in, what was to Ann, a sickening sucking sounding whoosh, the purple-violet funnel-like whatever-you-what-to-call- it was dramatically drawn downward into the lamp's interior in a manner which, to Ann's way of thinking, was very reminiscent of how Jeannie - of 'I Dream of Jeannie' fame - was drawn down into her bottle. "Oh, My God!", Ann exclaimed in pained disbelief as she boldly advanced upon the table and the crude encrusted lamp which rested so sedately upon it. "Gene!", she gasp, knowing that the airing of her husband's name was a little more than a futile endeavor. "What the hell happened? What in the world did you do?" To her credit, Ann Renyolds, who, according to her husband, could be a real air-head of a dizbang at times, tended to functioned extremely well under the duress imposed by crises situations. Truth be told, it always amazed Gene how his wife could remain so calm, cool and collected when darn near everyone around her seemed to becoming apart at the seams. Needless to say, Ann Renyolds found herself right smack dab in the middle of what her grandfather would have termed a real genuine sockdolager of a crises situation. Taking a few deep, settling breaths to still both her ire and her ragging state of befuddled confusion, Ann endeavored to do what Gene would have done under similar circumstances, and that was: apply a health dose of logic to the situation. Quickly, Ann mentally complied the facts as she knew them to be. One: her husband had been dickering around with what looked to be a Persian lamp, quite possible the genuine article. Two: according to all the pertinent legends and their various fablized renditions, some Persian lamps were reputed to house genies. Three: these so called jinns and genies generally entered and exited their lamps... or, in some depictions, like on the sitcom 'I Dream of Jeannie', bottles via, what Ann thought of as the metaphysical disassembling/reassembling method... y'know, the ancient Arabian precursor of Star Trek's nifty transporter system, that in layman's terms, basically digitalized a person's physical being for darn near instantaneous transmission to some other local. Four: generally speaking, one summoned a jinn or genie by rubbing the prescribed containment vessel, be that prescribed containment vessel a lamp, bottle, gilded box or whatever. Having been a devotee of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's super sleuth Sherlock Holmes, Ann readily agreed with the world's first consulting detective's oft quoted postulate that, in bastardized form, roughly stated: that when the facts of a case clearly poo- pooed all the probably solutions, what was left, no matter how improbable, had to be only conclusion a logical person could deduce. So, bearing that oft quote Holmesian postulate in mind, Ann Renyolds, in her desperation, embraced the only hope she had at hand, with that fragile hope being: that her husband's body had somehow undergone some sort of metaphysical disassembling process and that his essential essence now resided in some magically induced state of being - genie-like - within the lamp's confines. 'Okay,', Ann asked herself. "If that's what occurred... if Gene's undergone some sort of magical transformation and has been sucked into this lamp, how the hell do I get him out? Do I just rub the lamp and hope that it - I guess you could say - regurgitates him? 'Wait just a ding dong moment!', Ann mentally chided herself. 'Don't be hasty! Think it through! 'What's the worst thing that can happen? Answering herself, Ann quickly replied, 'What happened to Gene could happen to me! I could get all physically discombobulated and end up getting sucked in there with him! 'Yes!', the Ann mental countered herself. 'Yes, you could! There's always that possibility. But, is that really the worst thing that could happen.' Ann, supplying an answer to her own inquiry, 'No! The worst thing that I can thing of can happening is: that nothing at all will happen! I mean, if I do, in the end, opt to give rubbing the lamp a go, and that results in me getting sucked inside as well, so be it! At least I'll be with Gene, in whatever form or state of being that life - if indeed there is life - inside the lamp entails. 'Besides,', Ann number 1 continued, 'maybe it'll work! Maybe, if I rub the lamp while wishing, with my whole heart and soul, to have my husband back, the lamp will reciprocate and reproduce him. I mean, it's worth the risk, isn't it?' 'Yes...', Ann, at a loss to come up with any alternatives, concurred with herself, 'Yes... It's definitely worth the risk!' And so, having arrived at the decision to give rubbing the lamp a go, Ann picked the lamp up and, cradling in the crux of her left arm, began the first of three very defined and firmly applied circular motions of her right hand; caressing, in a somewhat forceful manner, the tarnished and gunked-up outer surface of the lamp; all the while wishing, in her heart of hearts, for her husband's return. One rub. Two rubs. And the all important third rub. And shazam! The lamp shuddered once and then, in answer to Ann's most heart felt desire, began to spume out a billowing and ever expanding, swirling, cyclone-like, purple-violet vortex. Then, once the mini-twister-like funnel formed, it scooted off to an open area of the kitchen floor where in hovered and succinctly began to coalesce itself into something that began to emulate the human form. Within seconds, the form had taken on definite, recognizable human characteristic, such as arms, legs and a pair of rather ample, if not succulent, halter encased mammary glands. "Shit!', Ann riled. 'Shit! Shit! Shit! Those are definitely breast and my Gene - most assuredly - doesn't have breast!' Sure enough, the fuming, purple-violet, funnel-like, whatever-you-what-to-call-it was transforming itself into a human. Trouble was, the human it was transforming itself into was definitely of the female persuasion. And what a striking female the swirling vortex was coalescing itself into. Petite! About five two at the most. Blonde! Of the striking, platinum blonde, eye-riveting variety. Dazzling and beguiling sapphire hued eyes! The kind of eyes that could, with little or no effort, entice a man to willing immerse his most ardent and scandalous desire within them. And for toppers, a most bodacious bod of a body! A sculpture, flawless, built like a brick shithouse body. The kind of body that could, and probably would, cause a whole bevy of Playboy's most drop-dead gorgeous playmates to turn a putrid and most envious tinge of vivid green. It should also be noted that the blue and gold harem-girl ensemble that the little blonde blue-eyed bombshell of a male- libido captivating creature was so scandalous decked out in did nothing to detract from her overall appearance. Fact is: though it's impact failure to register on a gravely disheartened Ann, the harem-girl outfit only served to enhance the female genie's - for that's what Ann took the girl to be - overall appearance. 'Now that's strange! Really strange!', Ann, who was fretfully biding her time to address the little blonde bombshell, couldn't help but reflexively pondered. 'One might expect a genie to undergo a smidgen of disorientation upon materializing. After all, being couped up in the cramped confines of a brass lamp for - God knows how long! - can't be a whole hell of a lot of fun. But this is ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! 'I mean... she's about as discombobulated as discombobulated can be! Just look at the frenzied and frantic way she's keeps plucking at the diaphanous material of her pantaloons... not to mention, the crass and oafish manner she alternates between squeezing the shit out of those ample breast of hers and groping her crotch! Shit! It looks as if she's as befuddled and perplexed as I am! Hell! She's so damn preoccupied playing a game of grab-ass with herself, it's a safe bet to say that she doesn't even know I'm here! 'Well...', Ann mentally chided herself. 'What's it going to be, girl? Are we going to stand here all day, watching Little Miss Lamp-spawn feel herself up one side and down the other... or, are we going to see what in the hell we can do about getting Gene back?' "Okay, sister!", Ann demanded in a belligerent huff that achieve the desired effect of securing the little blonde bombshell of a genie's attention. "Enough's enough! It's high time you stop playing grab-ass with yourself and tell me: just who in the hell are you and just what in the hell have you up and done with my husband? "You see, I want him back! And I want him back now! And if that going to take a wish on my part to achieve it... so be it! "I wish for my husband back!" With a pained look a sheer and utter desperation welling up out the depths of her sapphire blue eyes, the stunning, harem clad femme fatale, who, Ann noted, was still aimless and unconsciously plucking at the diaphanous material of her thong- bikini tethered pantaloons, among other things, despairingly and hesitantly replied, "Ann... it's me! Gene! Your husband!' "Get real!", Ann scoffed. "Look, dearie! I don't know what kind of scam you're trying to pull here, but I do know my husband! I can tell you: you ain't him! "He's a man! Your a woman! And never the twain shall meet!" "So cut the crap, sister! Just tell me what you've done with him and then, tell me what I need to do to get him back?" Assuming the hands outstretched stance and deportment of a humble and pleading supplicant, the harem clad little blonde hastily and passionately proceeded on to entreated Ann to hear her out. "Please... Ann!', her speech was strained. She stammered, fumbling for her words, "As crazy as it must surely sound... I not lying! What I told you before, Ann... is the truth! Regardless of the fact that I've now got a girl's body... I'm really... truly... am your husband, Gene! "Yeah! Right!", Ann, who's patient was wearing thin, countered with pure, unadulterated sarcasm, "And friggin' I'm the Queen of Sheba!" "Ann! Please! Please! You've got to believe me! I'm Gene... or... I was Gene... y'know, before I got sucked into that so and so of a lamp of your's and got somehow fitted out with this... this... this... damnable, femmed out to the friggin' max of a body!" Though she would have like to repudiate the lithe little blonde's assertion out of hand, give the fat that the very notion that her husband had somehow been magically turned into a girl, repulsed her to no end, Ann, who was, according to Gene, magnanimous to a fault, found that, given all the magical/mystical shit involved, the harem-clad girl might just be telling the truth. If the lamp could metaphysically digitalized someone into a whirling cyclone-like vortex and then, suck that digitalized, swirling funnel-like whatever into it's innards, she had to assume that a full blown sex change wasn't beyond the realm of possibility. As repugnant as the concept was to contemplate for Ann, the girl might really be Gene. "Alright! If you're are indeed my husband... reincarnated in female form... tell me: why did the lamp do this dastardly thing to you? I mean... have you been harboring a secret desire to be a woman, or what?" As the Gene-claimant (or should that be Gene-claimette) opened her mouth to respond to Ann's latest query, something untold occurred. For the span of several of Ann's rather exacerbated heart beats, the blonde bombshell's physique was riveted by an uncharacteristic, if not, unnatural rigidity. As it did so, Ann, who was standing about one full body's length away, perceived a strange and somewhat disquieting visual phenomenon surrounded the girl's supple form. In a fashion that mimicked the shadow-like image produced by the double-exposure of a single of frame of photographic film, the harem-clad femme fatale's body was silhouetted by a halo-like display of multiple, slightly off-set images, that, to Ann's perception, looked something akin to the visual effect produced by the rapid, blur- inducing, vibrations of a recently struck tuning fork. Then, with the abrupt cessation of that disquieting visual phenomenon and its' accompany induced physical rigidity, the exquisite blue-eyed blonde, who, to Ann's way of thinking, appeared complete oblivious to the phenomenon's occurrence, replied, "No, Ann! Regardless how it might appear, there's no way in hell that I was harboring some latent desire to be a woman! It was all the lamp's doing! "You see Ann, the opulent, desert warmonger of potentate who commissioned this particular lamp was very specific. Unlike most perspective magic lamp owners, who generally didn't give a tinker's damn about the sexual affiliation of their lamp's resident jinn... 'y'know, just as long as said jinn functioned as advertised... this particular potentate, given his darn near insatiable, if not, legendary apatite for beautiful women, desired his lamp's jinn to be brazeningly and beguilingly female. "So anyhow, Ann... having procured the necessary containment vessel... in this case, a rather mundane Persian oil lamp... the magic-user artisans who had undertaken the potentate's commission, having first skilfully ensnared the essential essence of an all powerful elemental being, imprisoned that essential metaphysical essence within the lamp. "However, before this cadre of magic-user artisans could introduce the required human element... y'know, that would, through some rather convoluted mystical manipulations, become bonded with the elemental being's essential essence, thusly creating the lamp's resident jinn, something out of the ordinary must have occurred and, for what ever reason, the human component was never introduced into the metaphysical equation. "Then, you come along and purchase the lamp. You cunningly entice me into cleaning it for you... y'know, via that intriguing offer of yours. And whalla! I innocently go and get myself sucked down inside of the dastardly thing where, unbeknownst to little old your's truly, I end up getting jinnhood whipped on me! And then, to top the whole inglorious thing off, given some very persnickety preset conditions that were just lounging around waiting to be enacted by the presence of the human element, I end up with a body that's - balls to the walls - about as bodaciously feminine as bodaciously feminine can be! "I mean... even on my good days, Ann... try as I might... I'd have a hell of a hard time conjuring up a sexual fantasy dream date that looks even half as spectacular as I friggin' do now!" "Oh, my God!", Ann exclaimed, conceding the fact that the alluring blonds was indeed her husband. "Gene! It is you, isn't it!" Gene, using his hands to give both of his newly installed mammary protrusion an emphasizing jiggle, "Yeah...", the tone of his newly honey sweeten voice clearly registering both his sarcasm and distress, "It's me! Your husband! And guess what, hon... not that I'm in any way, shape or form exactly thrilled about it... mine are bigger than your's!" "This is awful! Simply awful!", Ann concurred. "What are we going to do about it, Gene?" Once again the jinnified Gene Renyold's ultra femininized bod of a most bodacious body went stark raving rigid and underwent the multiple-image overlay thing-of-a-ma-bob that Ann had witness but a moment or so before. "Nothing that I know of Ann.", the blonde, blue eyed and amply breasted Gene replied, once the what-ya-ma-call-it of a thing-of-a-ma-bob had succinctly come and gone. "As far as I know, the effects of what happened to me... y'know, when I got yanked down into that lamp... are irreversible!" "But you're a genie now, aren't you Gene? And genies are reputed to possess rather substantial magically powers! So... if that's the case, Gene... couldn't I just wish you back to your former manly self?" Ann's inquiry seem to trigger yet another onset of the sort duration, multiple-image overlay thing-of-a-ma-bob phenomenon that had twice before visited themselves upon her newly transsexualized jinn of a husband. "Yes mistress, it is true that I have become the genie of the lamp. However, even though I now possess an almost unimaginable magical potential, should you wish me to resume my former form as a male, I regret that I will not be able to comply. The lamp will simply not allow me to do so. It was ordained long ago, by those long dead magical artisans that fashioned the lamp, that it was to house a beautiful female jinn. You may, should you elected to do so, direct me to alter my physical deployment to suit your whims. You can command me to either increase or decrease my present stature. Change the color of my hair. Make it long or short. Kinky or straight. You can command me to assume any or all the characteristic of any race. You can, should you so choose, have me increase or decrease the size of my breast. You can direct me to appear either a tad bit younger or a smidgen older. However, no matter what you elect, given the edicts present in the lamp, I will remain both female and beautiful." Ann had been so pre-occupied with something that her ultra feminized husband had said that she had been somewhat distracted and, though she believe that she had caught the gist of what he, as a she, had said, the details had, as they are apt to say, fallen by the wayside. "Did I hear you right?", Ann posed the question. "Did you just now call me 'mistress'?" "Yes mistress, I did.", Gene, with that new, honey sweet voice of his, returned flatly. "How come?" "Protocol, mistress. You are the rightful owner of the lamp. I am its' jinn. I therefore am to address you properly and 'mistress' is the proper term for a jinn to employ when addressing a woman who is possession of her lamp." "That's nonsense!", Ann heated countered. "You may be the genie of the lamp now, but your also my husband, Gene! And I'll be damned if my husband... even if he's up and turned into a genie and been femmed out to the friggin' max in the process... is going to call me 'mistress'! Ann, honey or any form of endearment will suffice! So, let's loose the 'mistress' crap! Okay?" "Yes, Misss... - Ann! I will endeavor to heed your wishes!" "Good! At least we've taken care of that particular fly in the ointment!", Ann commented, feeling like she had made at least a little progress in trying to get a handle on the situation. "Now Gene... now that you and I have an understanding about that 'mistress' crappolla, let's also loose all this formality bullcrap that seems to have cropped up here of late! Okay? You're you... Well... you're not the you that you use to be... but you know what I mean, don't you, Gene?" "Yes, Misss... - Ann! I do. I will try to do as you ask. However, miss... - Ann, I need you to be aware that I dealing with a whole slew of preset conditions and compulsions. So please, bear with me. I might - from time to time - lapse and miss-speak myself." "Fair enough!", Ann returned. "Now, Gene... due to that 'mistress' crappolla of yours... I might have been a wee bit distracted. So, let me get something straight here. Did you... or did you not say something to the effect that you are unable to turn yourself back into a man?" "Yes, Misss... - Ann, I did. While you can direct me to modify my appearance to suit your whims, regrettable, the lamp was designed to house a beautiful female jinn and so, a female jinn I will remain." "Alright...", Ann replied thoughtfully. "Let's see... "Gene! Do you remember the Disney film 'Aladin'?" "Yes, Misss... - Ann, I do.", Gene's honey sweetened voice return, registering his confusion as to where his wife was going with this new tact of her's. "Well... at the end of the movie Aladin freed the genie with his last and final wish. So... I was wondering if I could do likewise and gain your freedom with wish?" For a third time, rigidity, accompanied by the multiple- image overlay thing-of-a-jig-of-a-ma-bob of a short-lived seizure, momentarily imposed itself on Gene Renyold's ultra feminized bod of a most striking and bodacious body. "No!", Gene pleaded. "That's not a good idea, mistress! Sorry! Ann!" "And just why isn't it, Gene?" "Because, Ann... were you do that... given the fact that the elemental half of the new me is a whole hell of a lot more powerful than the human half of me... once freed, the elemental half of me would skedaddle back to the neither realms it and its' kind inhabit, taking the human half of the new and thoroughly feminized me right along with it!" "Oh!", Ann quipped. "Then, I guess that isn't a viable idea." "No, Misss... - Ann! It most assuredly isn't! "While I'm anything but ecstatic about my current situation... y'know, what with me and my being a femmed out to the friggin' max of lamp housed jinn... given the chaotic charged impressions I have of the metaphysical neither realms of existence, I'll take the this jinnified harem girl shit any day of the friggin' week!" "Okay!", Ann concurred. "So were does that leaves us?" "Back at the beginning, Misss... - Ann. You are the lamp's rightfully owner. I am its' resident jinn. Your wish, therefore, is my command." "Hmm...", Ann tone was thoughtful. "So... how many wishes do I get, Gene? The customary three?" Ann's question, or so she presumed, triggered yet another brief duration, rigid, image-overlay whatever-you-want-to-call-it of a fit to invest itself upon her blonde haired, blue eyed, amply endowed, harem girl-clad, jinn femme fatale of once upon a short time ago of a husband. "No, Misss... - Ann!", Gene replied once the seizure had come and gone, "You are not constrained to a mere three wishes. As long as you remain the rightful owner of the lamp, my magic is your's to command." "Are you saying,", Ann, seeking qualification, proceeded on to inquiry, "that I have an unlimited number of wishes?" "Yes, Mmmm... - Ann... that's is correct." "However,", Gene continued, endeavoring to qualify his prior statement, "you should be aware, Ann... that a jinn is much like a common, ordinary, everyday battery, given the fact that I have only so much magical potential available to me during any physical manifestation of mine. When that magical potential is spent, I must return to the lamp to re-charge myself. Also, you should be aware that, out of necessity, I will be forced, from time to time, to return to my lamp in order to replenish the elemental aspect of this new make-up of mine. "But getting back to subject of wishes... Let me re-assure you, Mmmm... - Ann! While some jinns have been fashion by their makers to be first class tricksters, abiding by the letter of the stated wish and not by intent of the intoner's desires, have no fear. I have not been fashion to be that sort of jinn. If you will allow me the liberty, when and wherever possible, I will endeavor to aid you in fashioning and phrasing your wishes so as to assure that whatever goal or outcome you desire is fully achieve. "When in doubt, Ann, fear not. I shall seek your clarification. "Alright?" "Yeah...", Ann, who appeared somewhat befuddled about something or other, readily agreed, "Sounds good to me! "Gene!", Ann intoned, with the implication being that another question had pooped into her head. "Yes...", Gene replied, as he, as the amply endowed she that he had become, unconsciously reached up and, jostling his right mammary protrusion, adjusted its' deployment within the cup of the golden satin halter top it - his recently distended boobie - resided within. "Tell me something!" "If I can, Mmmm... - Ann." "Every now and again... seemingly when I ask you a question... something strange occurs." "It does?" "Yes, Gene. It does." "Like what?" "Like you go all rigid! And then, for just a quick second or so, you undergo some sort of... what I can only describe as... some sort of out of phase juxtapose of your image. It's like you go out of sync with yourself and one after another of your images gets sort of superimposed on top of the others... "What gives, Gene? What's happening?" "Oh, that...", Gene appeared nonchalant about Ann's observations. "It's nothing. To tell you the truth, Ann, I wasn't aware that it was even noticeable." "Well it is! And I'd really like to know why you keep doing it!", Ann demanded tersely. "The explanation is rather simple", Gene began as he absentmindedly began to once again crassly and oafishly grope his newly reconstructed crotch, endeavoring - in a vain effort - to re-position the male anatomy that he - as a she - no longer sported. "As you know, Mmmm... - Ann, there wasn't a whole hell of a lot of elapse time between my getting sucked into the lamp and your subsequent summoning me forth. And because there wasn't, I hadn't even begun to assimilate all the various shit that I needed to know to function as a jinn. "Fact is, Ann: I had just completed bonding with the essence of the lamp-ensnared elemental when you summoned me forth. And due that, when I re-materialized, I had little or no information about my new status as a jinn. I knew who was and who I had been. I mean... this jinnhood of mine didn't go fiddle-fucking around with my prior memory or anything. As far as I can tell: my memory is still intact. "Would you believe that as incredulous as it must surly sound, I retained my awareness all throughout the process. I knew - instinctively - that the lamp had been the prime mover in the whole affair. I knew that it had somehow turned my body into a friggin' swirling metaphysical atomized vortex. And even when I existed in the form of that swirling metaphysical atomized vortex, I was aware of the fact that I was being sucked down into lamp's innards. And though it defies my ability to accurately articulate, once my atomized ethereal essence was within the lamp, I became keenly aware that something extraordinary was occurring... that I was undergoing so sort of monumental change... that I was becoming part of a larger... or, I guess you could say... more powerful being... "But that - in a nut shell - is about it, Ann. Logic... had I been thinking clearly... which it's rather evident and easy to understand why I wasn't... given all the fantastic and incomprehensible shit that was going on inside of there...", Gene, gesturing, in an off-handed manner, towards the lamp that his wife still clutched, continued in a halting fashion, "...would have told me that I was being transformed into a wish- granting jinn of a genie. "However, even if I had had the presence of mind to figure out what was happening to me... y'know, during the initial elemental assimilation process... y'know, that up and turned me into a fully functioning, wish-fulfilling jinn... I wasn't aware that the lamp was also fiddle-fucking around with my sexual affiliation as well." "You mean...", Ann was incredulous, "...that you weren't aware that you were being turned into a woman?" "No! Not while I was in there.", Gene, gesturing toward the lamp again. "The first indication I had that something was amiss... that my body had undergone a full blown... knock down... dragged out... no holds bar transsexualization... was when I materialized... or... I probably should have been more accurate and said... shortly thereafter... y'know, like when I... in my discombobulated state... became aware that I was decked out something other than the clothes I had been wearing... y'know, when I got sucked inside of the lamp... "Well anyhow, Mmmm... - Ann! Once I realized that I wasn't wearing what I knew I had been wearing, I did what any non- jinnified person would have done in a similar set of circumstances! Y'know, as in I endeavored to see just what in the hell I was wearing! "Okay! So I look down... y'know, to scope myself out... and I find that my view is all but blocked off by these two, rather hefty, semi-satin encased mounds of flesh... that... I couldn't help but thinking... would have looked just dandy on another woman! "Then it hit me! Those fleshy, semi-satin encased, nipple surmounted, chest protrusions were none other than my own fleshy, semi-satin encased, nipple surmounted chest protrusions! "In other words, Mmmm... - Ann... to my sheer and utter dismay, I came to the sad and awful contemplation that I had somehow become the other woman. A quick, rather frenzied hand thrust to this newly re-vamped crotch of mine, proved it beyond a shadow of a doubt." "Oh!,", Ann interjected with a restrained, but noticeable inflexion of glee evident in her voice. "That explains why you were playing that frantic game of grab-ass with yourself!" "Exactly!" "Well...", Ann countered thoughtfully. "That's all well and good, Gene... and I know that it had to be extremely unnerving and unsettling to find yourself decked out in a body of the opposite sex... but what - pray tell - does all this have to do with those multiple-image producing seizures that I asked you about?" "Patience, Mmmm... - Ann! I getting to 'em! Gene, continuing, "You see Ann, your summons sort of preempted the jinnification process in... shall we say... mid stream. Now, while the essence unification and sexual re- classification aspects were a done deal of a feat accompli, I had yet to be brought up to snuff of all the 'in's and out's' of this genie business. In other words, I was still unaware of all the particulars... y'know, like in the 'do's and don't's' and the 'where as's and what for's'. "So... when you ask me a question that I don't know the answer to, the lamp kicks in; takes me off-line - so to speak - and fills me in on what I need to answer your question." "You mean...", Ann, seeking clarification, asked, "...it work's something like a computer program that has to pause and access its' hard drive to procure some required information?" "Yes, Mmmm... - Ann! That's an apt analogy of how it works! "Eventually, the lamp will bring me up to snuff on everything I need to know to function as a jinn and I won't experiences those so called multiple-image overlay-like seizures of yours. In fact... even now... as we speak... I becoming privy to more and more pertinent information. Soon, I will be fully appraised and conditioned." "Does that mean that you'll soon become a whole hell of a lot more comfortable with that new body of yours than you are now?" "No, Ann. I don't believe that I will. You see... the magic-using artisans who prepared this lamp probably, but not necessarily, planned on employing a female - be that female: salve, captive or willing participant - for the human component of the jinn equation, due to the persnickety fact that there seems to be no onboard magical sub-routines to re-sexualize this manly mind of mine. Now, while it's entirely within the realm of possibility for them to have used a man... y'know, instead of a woman... they sure as shit didn't give a rat's ass about converting his sexual orientation to that of a woman. Had they employed a man, it was probably done as a form of punishment... y'know, that would sentence the poor unfortunate bastard to spend the rest of eternity incarcerated within a body that is in totally and abject disharmony with his mind. However... now that I think about... there has to be some sort of onboard magical sub-routine that addresses manly mannerisms; for - I do believe - I seem to have lost all of that overtly mannish awkwardness that I initially exhibited upon materializing in this scandalously clad and amply endowed bod of a most bodacious body that I've been so ignominiously and underhandedly fitted out in. "I mean... to my way of thinking... I seem to be a whole hell of a lot more graceful than I was but a few short moments ago!" "Yes...", Ann concurred. "I believe you're right on the money about that, Gene. You definitely are a whole lot more graceful than you were at first. Now, if you could just stop yourself from alternating between a crass game of grab-ass and a very unlady-like pastime of titty-tweak, I'd have to say: that you're demurrer would be about as gracefully feminine as graceful feminine could ever hope to possible be. "Say...", Ann continued on. "I've got an idea! "Since you say that wishing you back into former manly self isn't a viable option... maybe... if your not averse to the idea, Gene... I could make a wish that would - in essence - alter your mind's sexual orientation..." "You mean...", Gene sought clarification. "Mmmm... - Ann! Are you suggesting that you could make a wish that would - in effect - completely girlify me?" "Yes! I mean... wouldn't it be easier for you if your mind was in sexual sync with your body, Gene?" "Yes, Mmmm... - Ann! It would. But let's not be hasty! Before you make such a wish - Please! I implore you! Let's consider all the ramifications first! "I mean... while I'm not exactly ecstatic about the current situation... what with me and this new bod of body of mine... being male... if it's only in my mind... is all that I have of my former life! And, since it is, as crazy as it might sound, Ann, I'd kind of like to hold onto that part of my life for as long as possible. "Besides... Mmmm - Ann! I don't think a wish like that is going to work anyhow. You see, though I have yet to be... shall we say... apprised of all the myriad details involved with that sort of thing... it appears that while you can dicker around with my appearance to your heart's content... deck me out in any apparel that suits you fancy... there's seems to be a whole caboodle of constraints and admonitions against you doing something of that nature. "In other words, Mmmm... - Ann... while you can... I guess you say... optimize my appearance... as long as it remains thoroughly and exquisitely female... as much as you want... the magic-user artisans who preconditioned this lamp of mine... didn't want anyone fooling around with its' baseline programing. "Well...", Ann began dismissive, "Maybe... if we both put our minds to it... we can come up with something that'll help to either eradicate or, at least ease, that sexual identity dilemma of your's, Gene. "Yeah... Maybe... ", Gene, shrugging his fully exposed shoulders in a manner that was very reminiscent of his former manly self, despondently replied. "Though I'm not going to hold out any get hope that we'll succeed. Maybe... just maybe... you and I can come up with something... At least, we can try..." Just then, on what might be termed a subliminal level, Ann became keenly aware of two things. With an 'Oh, my God!' resounding in her mind, Ann Renyolds came to the irrefutable realization that the fully feminized, little harem-clad platinum blonde bombshell's mannerism where - beyond the shadow of a doubt - those of her husband's. And two, following closely on the heels of the first: that her husband's characteristic, though thoroughly herified mannerisms, spoke clearly to the fact that he - as a fully embodied she - was becoming increasing agitated. 'Shit!', Ann thought. 'This girllie-whirllie shit is really getting to him! I've got to do something! And I've to do it fast! Else wise, he's going to blow his cool and flip-out on me! And, I'm afraid, that won't do either one of us any good!' "Gene!", Ann, endeavoring to change the direction of their conversation and therefore get his mind off of his sexual ambiguity, resumed brightly. "How about we try a wish?" Gene, according his herified self in very genie-like manner, folded his muscular denuded arms beneath the twins mounds of his semi-satin showcased secondary sexual apparatus and succinctly responded, "Yes, Mmmm... - Ann!". "Can we try a small wish? Y'know, just so I can get a handle on how this wish thing works?" "Yes, Mmmm... - Ann! Your wish is my command!" Stumped for a moment as to what - exactly - she should wish for, Ann aimless glanced around the kitchen, desperately searching for something simple to wish for. Then, as her gaze, returned to the beguiling, though clearly distraught figure of her harem girl clad husband, a quirky and mildly sadistic notion came upon her. Thinking that, 'What was good for the gander, was good for the goose... and vice versa', and with a distinctly impish inflection resonating clearly in her voice, Ann Renyolds began the preamble to her first wish. "Those golden hued, curly toed, Persian slippers that you more or less came pre-packaged in, Gene, are simply adorable. And they look to me to be quite comfortable... "Are they, Gene? Are they as comfortable as they appear to be?" Gene, having first glanced down to check out the flat soled slippers he - as a she - was decked out in for his herified self, stated somewhat bemused and bewilderedly, "Yes. Though I hadn't paid 'em any notice before... now that you mention it, Ann... yes... they are quite comfortable." "Good!", Ann continued with some humor lacing her voice, "I'm glad to hear that, Gene." "Why?", Ann's comment had begged Gene's query. "Because... oh, husband of mine... ever since I've known you... you've been on me to wear high heels. Leg flattering, toe scrunching, stiletto heeled pumps... "Well... now that you're a woman... "Ann!", Gene, barging in on his wife' unfinished statement, pleadingly intoned. "Ann! You're not proposing what I think you're proposing?" "I most certainly am!", Ann remained resolute. "For my first wish, I wish for those Persian slippers of yours to be replaced... or changed into... or whatever you have to do... to fit yourself out in a pair of your classic, high heeled pumps!" "Heel size?", though it grated on him to be forced into doing such, Gene heard his herified self asking for his wife's clarification. "Hmmm... four inches - I think - should suffice." "Color?" "Gold... Metallic gold!" "Open toed or closed toe?" "Close toed. Y'know, the kind of pumps I'm talking about, Gene! Y'know, the kind that you like to refer to as dick-teaser specials... the very same kind that you like to seeing me prancing around in!" "Anything else?" "No... that should do the trick!", Ann chuckled "Granted." And it was done. Without flash or fanfare, the Persian slippers that Gene's feminine form was initially decked out in, instantaneously became a pair of shimmering metallic, golden hued, stiletto heeled, leg enhancing, fuck-the-living-shit-out- of-me pumps, causing Gene's elfin-like stature to gain a fully four inches of height in the process. "Wow!", Ann exclaimed. "That was neat! Really, really neat! And you managed it without a head bob... or a nose scrunching... or a hand flourish... or anything! "I'm impressed! "Okay! Let's try something else! "Let's see... "Okay! I know! "Gene... since both you and I prefer silver over gold, how 'bout you change everything your wearing that's gold into silver." Nothing happened. "Gene... what's wrong?", Ann, perplexed, questioned. "Is that it? Do I only get one wish and I've used that one wish of mine up turning those Persian slippers of your's into a pair of high heeled pumps? I mean... I thought you said that I get as many wishes as I want!" "You do, Ann. However, you have to phrase your request in the formalized wording of a wish." "Oh! Okay! I can do that! "I wish that everything that your wearing that is of a golden cast be changed into a dazzling silver hue." "Granted.", Gene's honey sweet voice resonated with the obligatory reply of a magic wielding jinn. And, once again, without any noticeable effort on Gene's part, the deed was done. Everything that Ann's jinnified husband had been so fetchingly decked out in that was of a golden coloration, became, in the twinkling of an instant, a most becoming and scintillating silver. "Yes! I like that!", Ann commented. "The blue and silver color combination seems to suits you a whole lot better than the blue and gold one did. "Now, what do I wish for next?", Ann mused. "World peace? The eradication of all diseases? An end to poverty?" "Sorry, Mmmm... - Ann!", Gene's sultry voice chimed in. "No can do! Your wishes cannot be of such a grandiose nature. They can only effect you, or in certain cases, people or things that you either associate with or are in close proximity to... "For explain, while I am fully capable of changing... shall we say... the Statue of Liberty into a small figurine... y'know, that you could easily pick up and carry around in either your pocket or your purse, I am not allowed to do it from here... even though I'm fully capable of doing it from here. However, if you and I were there - y'know, visiting the Statue of Liberty, and you... for some nonsensical reason... made such a wish, then it would be a whole other ball game. "Or...", Gene continued, "Let's say that you were at some restaurant... enjoying a really nice dinner... and that there's this thoroughly obnoxious fellow seated at the next table over from yours... and he is giving everybody... including his date... a hard way to go... creating a who lot of unnecessary tension in the process... and you up and decided that you've had enough and that you are going to do something somewhat Twilight Zoneish about it. "Okay. Having come to a decision to do something about Mr. Obnoxious, you summon me forth and direct me to... to... to..." "Turn him into a thumb sucking infant!", Ann suggested in a most conspiratorially manner. "Alright! So you make this wish that will have me turn Mr. Obnoxious into a thumb sucking infant." "I can actually have you do something like that? I can actually direct you - via a wish - to change a fully grown person into a baby?", Ann, chuckling, sought clarification. "Yes. Should you elected to have me do something of that nature, be advised, Ann, that it is fully within the purview of my jinnhood's operational parameters. "Oh! Well... that puts this wishing business in a totally different light!", Ann gleefully replied. "I do believe that this wishing business might turn out to be a whole lot of fun!" Then, after a prolonged moment of thought filled silence, Ann took up where she had left off. "Okay! So, I can't play Little Ms. Humanitarian and right all the wrongs of this world..." "No, Mmmm... - Ann! That sort of thing isn't allowed." "But I can... I guess you could say... indulge myself." "Yes, Mmmm... - Ann! That is what my lamp was primarily designed for. Self indulgence." "You know something, Gene? It isn't fair!" "What isn't fair?" "That bodacious, built like a brick shithouse of a body of yours! "I mean... here I've been a female all of my life and do I have a body like that? "No, Gene! I most certainly do not! "But I will!", Ann said coyly. "I most surly will... "Gene, for my next wish, I want you to re-sculpture this body of mine! I want you to make it almost... but not quite... a carbon copy of the one that the lamp fitted you out with! I want to be just as stunningly gorgeous as you are! But... I want to retain... what you might call... a semblance of my former self! "In other words, Gene... I want people to still be able recognize me as Ann Renyolds! "Is what I'm asking possible? Can you do something like that?" "Yes. What you request, Mmmm... - Ann, is easily achieved." "Alright then, that is my wish! Make me gorgeous!" "Granted." And it was. The pert, perky and formerly handsomely pretty Ann Renyolds became the drop dead gorgeous rendition of her former self. Then, unable to adequately inspect the full blown effect of the physical enhancements that her femmified, jinnified and harem-clad husband had dutifully wrought upon her, Ann, anxious as all get-out to scope out her magically re-formatted self, wished for and receive a free-standing, full length, oaken framed, dressing mirror. Having done so, one quick, almost frantic glance in the mirror was enough to appraise Ann of the fact that the baggy jeans, her husband's overlarge sweatshirt and grass stained tennis shoes that she was wearing greatly inhibited her ability to adequately peruse and admire her newly re- configured body. If she was going to indulge her sense of raging and eager curiosity, they had to go. "Gene!", she snapped. "Yes, Mmmm... - Ann!" "We need to do something about these clothes I'm wearing! Y'know, so I can get a better idea of what this new body of mine looks like! "So... my wish is for you to use that vivid imagination of your's and deck me out in something that's straight out of a Fredrick's of Hollywood's Catalog! Something slinky! Something sexy! Something that's... as they say... sure to tease! Y'know, Gene... one of those dick-teaser specials that you... when you think I'm not aware of what's going on... like to lewd and lasciviously gawk at!" "Granted." Ann's jeans, sweatshirt and sneakers were gone, replaced by a low cut, form fitting, endowment showcasing, wisp of a scintillating, male libido torquing, lustrous, black hued, fellows-feast-your-ever-lovin'-eyes-on-me, lycra/spandex, sock- it-to me, cocktail dress; a pair of leg flattering, chocolate brown, pantyhose and a pair of your damn near obligatory, black patent leather, stiletto heeled pumps. "This is terrific! Absolutely terrific!", Ann delightfully exclaimed as she incredulously feasted her eyes upon the mirror and the image that was so resplendently displayed upon its' silverized surface. "I don't know how you did it, Gene! But you did it! And you did it good! "I mean... I'm me! Albeit, an extremely enhanced me! "I mean... there's absolutely no doubt at all about that! And no one who knows me is going to mistake me for anybody else but me! "I mean...", Ann beamed as she continued to admire her magical made-over and decked out to the hilt self, "While I might have been considered a solid shoe-in for a seven... falling somewhere in between being one of your run of the mill, Plain Jane, girl next door types and being classified as on the lower cusp of being thought of as actually pretty... you've gone turned me into a glamor girl to end all glamor girls, Gene! I mean... if I do say so myself... and I do... while this outfit you've decked me out in is about as scandalous as scandalous can be... making me look like some sort of high classed, Washington based hooker... I've got to admit that I'm beautiful! Absolutely... no holds bar... stunningly beautiful! "My breast...", Ann declared gleefully, as her hands reached up and, after a quick reassuring squeeze or two to ensure herself that they were indeed the genuine articles and not, some sort of silicon facsimile there of, she proceed on to cradled those magically enhanced endowments of her's and proudly presented them for not only her own inspection, but her jinnified husband's as well. "Look at 'em, Gene! They're fantastic! Not to large... yet not to small either! I love 'em! I absolutely love 'em! "I mean... all my life I've dreamed of having breast like these..." "Yeah...", Gene, gravely dishearten, concurred. "I use to fantasize about you having a set just like those as well... Unfortunately... now that I gone and gotten myself all jinnified... I'm sporting a pair just like 'em!" Ann, thinking that the best way to handle her husband's most unfortunate and demoralizing situation was to just ignore his snide and disparaging remarks, proceeded on to ponder her next wish. "Okay! Now that we've taken care of my figure, let's tackle this hair of mine. "First off, Gene... since you seem to have cornered the platinum blonde franchise... and since I really don't want to look exactly like you do... I wish that this mousy hair of mine was a lustrous, strawberry blonde." "Granted." Ann's hair went from being a dirty blonde to a rich, shimmering, strawberry blonde. "Okay! That's good for starters! Now, I wish my hair had a whole lot more body and just a hint of curl around the edges." "Granted." Ann face was immediately framed in a most flattering, covergirl-like cascade of the most stylish, honey golden tresses imaginable. "Yes! It's perfect! It's almost as if you had read my mind, Gene!" "To a degree, I did." "You can do that? Really? You can actually read my mind?" "In a sense, yes.", Gene replied matter-o'-factly. "Okay...", Ann countered skeptically, "If you can read my mind, tell me! What am I thinking about now?" "The impressions I get suggest that you're thinking that you're not to keen on the notion that I can, in a manner of speaking, read your mind... "Now, your thinking that you might make a wish to prevent me from reading your mind... "But, you can't do that, Mmmm... - Ann." "And just why can't I?", Ann tersely demanded. "Because, I would be unable to grant such a wish." "How come?" "Because,", Gene replied, "To do so would be an encroachment on my ability to function as a jinn and that, I'm sad to say, cannot... nor, will not be tolerated. "Oh...", Ann was a little taken aback by the revelation. "Then do me a favor, Gene." "If I can... Mmmm... - Ann." "Even if you can read my mind and find yourself compelled to continue to do so... please... in the future... don't tell me about. Y'know... because... though I'd much rather that you didn't... y'know, read my mind... I'd really rather not know about it when you do. Alright?" "Yes, mistress." Feigning ire, Ann quipped, "Hey! We talked about this 'mistress' crappolla before! I want it stopped and I want it stopped now! "Look! If I have to, I'll phrase it in the form of a wish, if that'll help!" "Couldn't hurt, Mmmm... - Ann." "Alright, then! I wish that you would never - ever - address me as 'mistress' again, Gene! Furthermore, I wish that you would call me Ann... or... for that matter... anyone of those endearments that you use to use... y'know, when you were a man!" "Granted." "Okay!", Ann was on a roll. "While we're at it, I want to make something perfectly clear. Though you might have the same sort of sexual equipment that I have now, Gene... I still consider you my husband and myself, your wife... and that ain't going to change! "In fact... to insure that it won't... I going to make another wish! "Ann! I wouldn't... ", Gene, his honey sweeten voice registering a degree of panic, endeavored to interject a note of caution. But his wife, as determined as she was, was having none of it. Nothing - not even her jinnified husband's attempted intervention - was going to discourage her from making the wish she had in mind. "I wish that the vows we exchanged on our wedding day... the ones you and I wrote together... would bind us together as a couple even more today than they did then! Furthermore, even if this next wish of my mine ends up turning me into a friggin' girl-loving lesbian, I wish for our love to be as fresh... as sincere... and as passionate the day we first fell in love with one another!" "Granted." And in that very same instant, Ann knew, without the shadow of a doubt, that her wish had caused something incredible, and quit possible, she realized just a tad bit to late, horrendous to occurred. A lustful and ardent desire, born out what she only later describe as a primordial carnal craving, overwhelmed her. She wanted to something - though she didn't have any notion as to what that something was - to appease her amorous, Gene-targeted, desires. She knew, in her heart of hearts, that she loved her femmed out to the friggin' max of a jinnified husband with ever fiber and nuance of her being. In every way imaginable. Not only did she love him - as a her - platonically, as the dearest and deepest of truest and trusted friends, but also, in a very mind boggling, mind blowing, convoluted and quite confusing, in not repugnant, physical sense as well. Furthermore, given the implicate wording of wish she had made, Gene, she knew, loved her as much and in the same sort of confusing and convoluted manner that she loved him. "Gene!", Ann, caught in throws of impassioned, love induced bewilderment, exclaimed as she took a tentative, halting, stutter-step toward her harem-clad femme fatale of a jinnified husband, "I think I may have goofed big time! I'm not sure that that last wish of mine was such a good idea! "I... I... I...", she stammered, groping for a way to express, what to her was: the inexpressible. "I know, honey!", Gene returned sympathetically, as he, as the supple she that the lamp had turned him into, took a hesitant, compassion induced step in his wife direction. "There's no need for you to say anything! I fully understand! I'm dealing with the very same sort of emotions that you are! And they are - to be blunt about it - some really heavy-handed humdingers! "I mean... pardon my French... but I'm so friggin' horny right now, Ann, that the only thing I can think of doing is: to rush over there; whisk you off your feet; carry you into our bedroom and there, after I kiss you up one side and down the other... with a little of that middle ground, squirm and scream inducing, crevasse-crease, tongue-tweaking, cunnilingus shit thrown in there... y'know, just for my fun and your pleasure of it... what I'd like to do... were I still physically equipped to do so... which... regrettable I'm not... given the fact that I'm as much of woman as you are... is to hump that pert and perky ass of your's off!" "Oh, Gene!", Ann compassionately whimpered, as she involuntary found herself taking yet another - hesitant - fumbling stutter-step towards the forlorn figure of her ultra feminized, amply endowed, harem girl clad husband. And it was at that point that the proverbial damn broke. One halting, stutter-step lead to another, until they found themselves overpowered by the crescendo of their shared and overtly frayed and frazzled emotions. In the heat of the moment, they found themselves unable to do anything other than to rush madly into the consoling, albeit chaste, embrace of one other. Finally, after Ann found the emotional where-with-all to proceed, and taking the utmost care to maintain the intimacy of their embrace, Ann dew her head and the uppermost portion of her torso back ever so slightly, so as to affixed her emerald eyes on her husband's sapphire orbs and, endeavoring to stifle her tearfully sniffles, tentatively suggested, "Gene ... if ... you ... think ... it would be the best thing ... for the both of us ... were I to .. make a wish ... that would ... in essence ... rescind ... that ... last ... wish of mine ... I will ..." In a tone that, as far as Ann was concerned, seemed to hold a slight hint of reluctance, Gene, in a very genie-like manner, replied, "You may.. of course... elect to do such, Ann. "I will ... if ... that's is ... what ... you want me to do, Gene ?" "The decision is not mine to make, Ann.", the reluctance was there. Ann was sure of it. "It's your's." "Bullshit!", Ann, her ire evident, countered most uncharacteristically. "I'll be damned if I'm going to make this decision on my own! I asked for your opinion, Gene! And I going to get it! Even if I have to concoct some sort of wish to force you to give it to me! "Alright...", the resignation registering clearly in Gene's sultry feminine voice. "So be it! No wish will be necessary! You want my opinion! You'll get my opinion! "I'm not sure what I want you to do, Ann. Part of me... the logical part of me... the part that drives you absolutely bonkers most of the friggin' time... tends to believe that it would probably be best... for the both of us... if you would just go ahead and make that wish... "After all, Ann... now that you possess the lamp... what do you need me for... other than to serve you as its' most obedient jinn. "I mean... one wish and you can have any man... or, as many men as you what. You don't need me." "But I want you, Gene!", Ann passionately intoned. "I need you! You're my husband!" "No, Ann! I use to be your husband... The lamp changed that along with this body of mine! Now, as loathed as I am to admit this, I've become the jinn of the lamp... and a bodacious femme fatale of a jinn at that. I live only to serve my master's... or... as the fates would have it, my mistress' every whim. "Gene!", Ann pleaded. "Don't you ever! Ever! Say such damn fool nonsense again! "As far as I'm concerned, Gene... even if the sexual aspect of our relationship is over... you... even though your body belies the fact... are still very much my husband! And that's the be all and end all of it! Case closed! And I don't want to ever hear you saying that you aren't! Alright?" "Yes...", Gene resignedly returned. "Now, Gene... out with it! I want to know exactly how you feel about that last wish of mine! I want your input! Should I make a wish to rescind it? Amend it? Or... should we let it stand as is and try to make the best of it?" "Well... if you really... truly... want to hear what I have to say, Ann..." "I most certainly do, Gene!", Ann was adamant. "You should know that as far as that last wish of your's is concerned, Ann... while it seemed to focused the feelings of love I already have for you... y'know, intensifying them to nth degree... in no way, shape or form... where those feelings augmented or, for that matter, increased. "I mean... even though you might not want to hear this, Ann... my horniness was already in overdrive long before you ever made that wish." "It was?" "Yes, Ann... it was." "How come?" "Well... for starters... there's this new body of mine! "I mean... even though it pisses me off to no end to be decked out in it... there's another part of me - I guess you could call it the brazen hussy/dirty old man part of me - that's turned on by it! "I mean... this new body of mine is so friggin' sensitive that no matter what I do... or how I move... I end up with these - What do you call 'em? - sexual shivers... y'know, that are doing a real number on me! "I mean... though I hate to admit this... even to you, Ann... my crotch is soaked! I mean to tell you! I'm so friggin' horny and turned-on that this new pussy of mine is leaking love- juices like a sieve!" "And then... what do you do, Ann? You go and command me to turn you into a beauty queen to end all beauty queens... y'know, that's close... but not quite... a carbon copy of my own built like a brick shithouse of a body! Then... to make matters worse... what do you have me do? You direct me to deck that seductively re-sculpture bod of a body of yours out in an outfit that's... and I quoting you verbatim hear... '...straight out of a Fredrick's of Hollywood's Catalog. Something slinky. Something sexy. Something... as they say... sure to tease.' In fact, Ann... if my memory serves me right... you referred to the outfit as one of my dick-teaser specials. "And you know what seeing you decked-out in a sexy outfit does to this aspiring, dirty old man's libido of mine, don't you, Ann?" "Yes,", Ann found herself chuckling, "I most certainly do! It really turns you on!" "Turns me on, Ann!", Gene quipped. "Hell! More times than not, I end up with a friggin' hard-on! "Trouble is... now that I got this body... I've got no outty of an 'on' to get hard! "I mean... while the mind is more than willing... it isn't that the flesh is weak! It's that it's totally inadequate!" Oh, Gene! My poor... poor, Gene!", Ann replied sympathetically. "As hard as this mess is for me deal with... what you must be going through...", she tried her are darndest to commiserate, knowing that she could never, ever begin to understand what her jinnified husband was enduring. Then, completely oblivious to the repercussions of what she was about to say, Ann, spurred on by her wealth of emphatic feelings towards Gene's rather unsavory predicament, up and went and mis-spoke herself. Big time. "I just wish... if only for a few minutes or so... that I knew exactly what you are going through, Gene... exactly what your feeling..." "Granted." And in that moment, Ann Renyolds was plunged head-long into the companion Realms of Chaos and Calamity. Instantaneously, her mind did a sexual identity double-take, going from totally and unequivocally female to totally and unequivocally male. She felt a keen, unnerving and abysmal sense of pure, unadulterated physical disharmony. Her own body became an enigma to her. The very notion that she had both primary and secondary female attributes, namely: female breast protrusions and a woman's set of privates, repulsed her to no end, while at the very same instant in time, titillated the living shit out her re-sexualized libido. In her state of sexual disorientation and abject depression, she knew fear. She knew desperation. She knew a convoluted sense of self-loathing. And yet, within that swirling whirligig of divergent and at times, contradictory emotions, Ann - a very masculine minded Ann - soared on a billowing sense of unrestrained exhilaration. Through it require every ounce of willpower that she could muster, Ann managed, by hook or by crook, to acquire a very tentative and extremely fragile handle on her frenzied and frazzled perceptions. Doing so, Ann became cognizant of the fact that, as sexually discombobulated as she was, she was not only horny as all get-out, but that's Gene's intimate proximity to her, not to mention, the drop-dead gorgeous, built like a brick shithouse bod of a body that he was so beguilingly dished out in, was - 'God forbid!' - doing a real number on that horniness of her's; driving it, by leaps and bounds, ever upwards. 'Oh, my God!', the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. 'This is crazy! Absolutely crazy! I can't belive it! I want to screw my husband! I want to rip that harem girl outfit off of him and ravish him! I want to take him - as the her that he has become - and hump the living shit of him... or her... or whatever he's become! Right here! Right now! This is ludicrous! I mean... I want to take my dick - A dick I don't even have! - and shove it deep up inside the satinized well of that new little pussy of his... I want to fondle his tits! I want to suck 'em! Lick 'em till he screams and squirms! Shit! I want to go down on him! Spread those lusciously formed thighs of his and eat him out! Take my tongue and tweak the living shit out of that little love knob of a clit of his... till he gushes with orgasms! One orgasm after another...' And then, as abruptly as it had come upon her, it was over. Ann's wish-specified 'few moments' had run their course and she automatically reverted to her normal - thoroughly and unquestionable female - mind set. "Oh, Gene!", Ann wailed, as she once again smuggled her femme fatale of a jinnified husband into a most passionate, though thoroughly chaste, empathic embrace. "I had no idea! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! What can I do to help to alleviate what you are going through? Tell me! Quickly! Then I can make into a wish and wish it away!" "Sorry, Ann! No can do! While I really, truly appreciate the offer, you can't wish what I'm going through away. Neither my lamp nor this new elemental portion of my jinnified make-up will allow that sort of tampering. Therefore, I am left with no recourse but to endure. Besides, Ann... as illogical as this must surly sound... especially so since you now know the full extent of what I am going through... y'know, with me being a girl.. who still thinks of herself as a man... who still possess a very healthy... very active... and somewhat warped and perverted, lewd and crude, lecherously leaning male libido... y'know, that's ranks right up there in... what you might call... where you being just a tad bit sarcastic... the presidential range... the plain and simple truth of the matter is: I am still deeply... thoroughly... and hopelessly in love with you, Ann! And I don't want anyone - Even you! - tampering with that! "And if that means that I'm going to feel the way I do now... for the rest of eternity... as discombobulating and as disconcerting as it is for me to endure... then, so be it! At a loss as to how to reply, a freely sobbing and teary eyed Ann Renyolds, reluctantly broke the embrace the two of them had been enfolded within. However, as she did so, she reached down with both hands and, taking Gene's now dainty, long nailed and meticulously manicured hands in her own, took half a step backwards, and silently appraised her harem girl clad and ultra femininely ensconced husband. With a tearful sense of resignation conveyed clearly in her speech patterns, Ann forced a little pouting, half-heart smile - a smile she in no way felt - to brighten her countenance as she posed the almost obligatory question, "So... where does that leaves us, Gene?" "Back at the question you raised about that wish of your's... y'know, the one directly revolving around our wedding vows... and how our vows were to bind us together as a couple even more today than they did when you and I first exchanged them." "Right.", Ann concurred, before going on to say, "Well... should I... or shouldn't?" "Should you or shouldn't you what, honey?" "Should I... or shouldn't I rescind... or... possibly... amend that wish... y'know, given the intensity of what we're both feeling?" "Well...", Gene began tentatively, "You know how I feel about it, Ann." "No, Gene! I don't! I only know part of it! The logically part! Before you could tell me the rest of it, we got off on a tangent and I went and made that bonehead wish of mine... y'know, the one that went and fitted me out with a friggin' mental penis and a over testosteroned male libido to boot! Or... more precisely... your mental penis and your over testosteroned male libido !" As Ann's crassly sounding metaphor brought a smile to Gene's elfin like visage, he found his herified self chuckling all through out his reply, "Oh yeah... That's right! I never did... get a chance... to finish... what I was going to say... , did I?" "No, dear. You didn't." "Oh! Alright then... I'll attend to that now. However, before I do, Ann... before I forget... let me just take a quick second or so and say something that I really believe needs to be said. Alright?" "Sure, Gene. Be my guest." "That last wish of your's... the one that lent you an insight into this rather convoluted new life of mine... was a real bonehead thing to do! Ann! Before you do something like that again... Please! I implore you! Do yourself a favor! Engage that grey matter of your's and think! Remember, Ann, now that you are in possession of that lamp of mine, your wishes have repercussions! Alright?" Feeling properly admonished, Ann contritely replied, "Yes, dear... I was wrong. I'm sorry. And I will make every effort not to do something like that again." "Good. Nuff said! "Now... as to my other feelings - the illogical ones - concerning what you should or should not do about that wedding vow binding wish of your's... after that other wish of your's... the ill conceived, bonehead one... the one that had you walking a proverbial mile in these friggin' stiletto heels of mine... y'know, the very same heels that you very sadistically went and decked me out in... I shouldn't have to tell you how I feel! You should know!" "Yes, Gene. You're right! Given that unnerving, gut wrenching, mind blowing experience that I just now went through, I should know exactly how you feel! And, I believe I do! However... be that as it may be... just for my own piece of mind... just so I'm not making any incorrect assumptions... I'd really like to it hear from your own lips. In your own words. Alright?" "Yeah... Sure... By all means, Ann... if you think it's necessary... I'd be more than happy to tell you the other side of how I feel about this whole convoluted vow issue thing-of-a-ma- jig. "Logically... as I have already told you, Ann... I think you should cut your losses... forget about me... and get on with your life..." "Gene!", Ann, not liking any nuance of what she was hearing, angrily and agitatedly attempted to break in on her husband and lodge yet another complaint. "Wait, Ann! I'm not finished! Please! I implore you! Hear me out! "Now... as to the illogical side of the issue... I'd have to say... that when push comes to shove, Ann... no matter how much grief it'll cause in the long run... no matter how much of a pain in the royal tush it'll be to have to contend with... given the way I still feel about you... given how much I still love you, Ann... rational or not... given my druthers... I'd rather you just let things stand as they are now!" "Am I hearing you right, Gene? Are you saying that you don't want me to rescind that wish of mine? That you want our vows to remain intact?" "Yes, Ann... as selfish as it must surely sound... that's exactly what I'm saying! While I may have lost both my manhood and my freedom becoming the lamp's femme fatale of a pussy equipped jinn... there's one thing I don't want to lose and that's you, Ann! I love you! Always have! Always will! And there's no wish that you can make that'll make this love of mine go away, Ann! Regardless of what you decided to do in the end, I'm stuck! I can't change a blessed thing! And... if I could... I wouldn't! Y'know... because... as with this manly motivated mind of mine... my love for you is something that I cherish! "However... regardless of all of that, Ann... when push comes to shove... I'm not in a position to make the decision! You are! "So... what you need to do, Ann... is to put my feelings aside and do what's best for you! Remember, there's not a damn thing you can do to change my feelings for you! But, you can do something about your feelings for me! One wish... one little wish... and you can simply eradicate them. Poof! They're gone! And then, you can get on with your life! "Hell, Ann! Should it bother you to know that I - your pert, perky and pretty little femmed out to the friggin' max of a jinn - used to be your husband, guess what! Another wish will take care of that in one fell swoop! You can simply erase that persnickety little fact from your memory! Then, Ann... once freed of that... shall we say... fly in the old ointment... you can get on with your life! "And what a life it can be, Ann! With my lamp, you can have anything your light heart desires! Go anywhere you want to go! Be anything you want to be! You can be rich! You can be famous!" "Stop it, Gene!", Ann was furious. Absolutely furious. "Just stop it! I've heard enough of that rubbish to last me a friggin' lifetime! And I don't want to hear any more of it! Ever! Is that clear? Or do I have make a wish to make it clear? Y'know... because I will if I have to, Gene!" Knowing that he - as the supple and seductive she that he had become - had been severely castigated, Gene cut his losses and contritely reply, "Alright, dear! I promise, I will never - ever - bring it up again!" "Good!", Ann's tone signified the fact that she was still vexed, "See that you don't! "Now...", Ann, having taken a couple of deep breaths to assuage her ire, began afresh, "As to my feelings... "While I fully appreciate the logical side of your arguments, Gene... and agree that the easiest thing to do would be to go on from here... I can't! "I don't know why... maybe it's my conservative Catholic upbringing... but those vows of ours' mean something to me and I can't bring myself to disregarding them, Gene! "And then there's the other thing..." Confused, Gene sought clarification, "What other thing, hon?" "Gene...", Ann, prefacing her remarks, "I know how absurd this is going to sound... especially now with you being a girl and all... but I still love you too! And I'm not talking in a purely platonic way either, Gene! Even before I went and walked that proverbial mile in those stiletto heeled dick-teaser specials of yours... I was... shall we say... sexually intrigued! "Not horny! Not turned-on! But... in a kinky, kookie sort of way, intrigued. "I mean... and please don't misinterpret what I'm trying to say here, Gene! Even though I'm still a far cry from being a full blown, girl-loving lesbian! I have to admit that... if I could ever get beyond the repugnancy of the act itself... it might be a real hoot to turn the tables on you! I mean... there's a small part of me... a very small... to be almost infinitesimal... part of me... that could really enjoy giving that new little nub of a fancy of yours a proper tongue lashing and there by, introduce you to the fascinating world of female orgasms. I mean... if I could ever bring myself to engaging in that icky sort of lesbian love making shit, I bet you dollars to doughnuts that I could turn you into a first class pillow eater! Y'know... as in: I could make you really scream and squirm. "Gene...", Ann voice became thoughtful. "Yes, hon." "I'm not saying that I really want to go this route. But... let's say... just for the kicks and giggles of it... that someday I get this hankering to explore the world of female homosexuality... y'know, so that you and I can engage in some bedroom based hanky-panky... y'know, just to see what it's like... could you turn me into a lesbian... y'know, just for just one day... or, one night... or, for a couple of hours or so... y'know, just to see how things go..." "Yes, Ann. That is well within the realm of possibility. Should you wish it, I could turn you into a lesbian for any length of time you might specify. Furthermore, once you return to being a heterosexual again, I can make the memory of your lesbian sojourn... shall we say... palatable. Y'know, so it doesn't do a number on your psyche." "You can do that? You can actually do that?" "Yes. Fact is, Ann: something of that nature is rather easy to accomplish." "Oh! I'm delighted to here that, Gene. "Maybe...", Ann proceeded thoughtfully, "Just maybe... after we get some of these other things all sorted out... you and I are going to have to explore that lesbian option in a little greater detail, Gene. "I mean... if you can arrange it so that I can... shall we say... opt in and out of a homosexual mind-set and not suffer any negative mental repercussions... you know something, Gene! I might just have to stow these repugnant feelings of mine and take you up on it! "I mean... if I could become... shall we say... a part time lesbian... y'know, so that you and I could get it on every now and again... it sure as hell would help the two of us manage our future life together!" "Yes, Ann. It most certainly would.", Gene commented thoughtfully. "However... though I'm really intrigued by the idea you've presented, Gene... given the fact that I don't really relish the idea of bidding the sexual side of our relationship a fond adieu... I'm going to have to think long and hard on the whole notion. Y'know, because becoming a lesbian... even if it's only on part time bases... still gives me the friggin' heebie-jeebies, Gene!" "Ann!", Gene intruded on Ann's musings, "Please! Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong... but are you saying what I think you're saying? "I mean... from what I gather out of all this lesbian talk of yours' is: that you don't want to do anything about rescinding that wedding vow wish of yours'? That you want to let it stands as it is... even though... to my way of thinking... it seems to be doing a real number on you?" "Yes, Gene...", Ann, having reached the same conclusion much earlier in their on going discussion, "I guess that I am." "Perhaps... if you are amiable, I could offer a small suggestion that might help us both deal with the repercussions of that wedding vow wish of your's, Ann." "Okay! Sure, Gene! What's your suggestion?" "That you amend that wish of your's slightly. That you make a wish to tone the intensity of it down just a smidgen or so." "And how do you suggest I go about doing that, Gene?" "Well... you could make a wish that would grant both you and I the necessary will power to ride rough shod of over our wish engendered passions." "I can do that?" I can make such a wish?" "Yes, dear.", Gene, in his honey sweetened voice, replied matter-oh-factly. "You most certainly can." "And it'll affect both us?", Ann inquired. Gene, though he rarely if ever out and out fibbed to his wife about anything, made an exception; knowing that if he - as a blonde bombshell of a female jinn - didn't, then Ann wouldn't make the wish and would therefore, continue to endure the intensity of her unfulfilled passions, the way he - as a she - was doomed to do. "Yes, hon... it will." "Alright then... I wish that we both had the mental where- with-all to be able to manage the surging passions and desires that my former wish engendered." "Granted." Although the she still harbored the pressing need to do 'something' to appease that confusing and convoluted - Gene- targeted - primordial carnal craving of her's, Ann found that she now possessed more than enough will power to ride rough shod over it. Her amorous and ardent desires, while still firmly entrenched, had become, in the flickering of an instant, manageable. Her compulsions to do some sort of mind boggling and elusive 'something' - though she was still at a totally loss as to know what - exactly - that mind boggling and elusive 'something' was, though still very much in evidence, no longer threatened to overwhelmed her. She, and not the chaotic state of her frazzled emotions, were in control. However, Ann was also keenly aware of the fact, that should she consciously elected to do so, she could, on a whim, unshackle those amorous - Gene- targeted - emotions and compulsions of hers and allow them the free reign to indulge their lewd, crude and wantonly lascivious ways. "Wow!", Ann exclaimed gleefully. "That seemed to have done the trick! "Things are... I guess you could say... a whole hell of a lot more manageable." "I mean... while the bond of love between us still seems to have... what I would call... any almost tangible feel to it... the physical impetus I was feeling... y'know, the one that actually had me seriously contemplating that lesbian option of your's... though still in very much in evidence... isn't threatening to rear its' ugly little head and overwhelm my sensibilities. Y'know, like it was! "I mean... regardless of your present state... both as a genie and a stacked and packed blonde bombshell of a most bodaciously and beguilingly built dick teaser... there's no denying the fact that I am still deeply, hopeless and passionately in love with you, Gene! "However... I don't feel the urgent... or... shall we say... the pressing need to indulge those passions of mine in a physical way... even though there is still a part of me... a very small and impishly sadistic part of me... that would - if I could ever get up the gumption - like to tickle the hell out of that new little fancy of your's, Gene! "I mean... as perverse at it must surely sound... it would... if I could ever get past these revulsions of mine... give me the greatest... and perhaps, perverted pleasure... to be able to do unto you as you have... on so many occasions... done unto me. "Oh!", Ann, realizing that she had yet to hear how her jinnified husband had faired as a result of that last wish of her's, apologized. "I'm sorry, Gene! I've been running my mouth again! Tell me: have you gotten any relief at all? Did that last wish of mine work for you like it did for me? Has that raging horniness of your's subsided any? Or, is that mental penis of your's still doing a number on you?" Knowing that the truth wouldn't sit well with his mistress- wife, Gene, though he hated his herified self for doing so, lied that pert, perky and provocative tush of his girlified form off, "Yes. It's a whole lot better now." "You mean...", Ann teased, "you don't want to have your way with me anymore, young lady?" "Well...", Gene teased back, "I wouldn't necessarily go that far... After all, Ann... while I might be lacking a wee bit of my former sexual equipment... specifically, that old trusty pecker of mine... I've still got what it takes to bring home the proverbial bacon!" "You do, do ya!", Ann humorously retorted. "Okay! I'll bite, little lady! Since I haven't the foggiest notion as to what you are talking about, Gene... why don't you just cut to the chase and clue me in on just what in the hell you're talking about!" Complying, Gene mischievously flashed his mistress-wife a wickedly engaging smile and dutifully proceed on to expose the very tip of his newly herified tongue. Then, once that herified tongue of his was once again nestled behind those seductive puckered lips of his spectacularly feminized visage, Gene flippantly quipped, "While it might be a whole hell of a lot smaller than it use to be... its' still nimble and in a pinch... it should be more than sufficient to engender at least an orgasm or two!" "Hmm...", Ann countered, playing along with her husband jest. "Maybe... if you're a good little genie... and dutifully great me all my wishes... I might just find it in my heart of hearts to take you up on the offer... "Gene...", Ann, continuing in a more thoughtful manner, "Tell me something... Am I correct in assuming that... should I elected to do so... I can have you undo any or all of my previous wishes... y'know, by just making another wish to... I guess you could say... nullify 'em?" "Yes, dear... that is a correct assumption.", Gene succinctly responded. "Well then... oh, husband of mine... tell me something else! Can I make a wish that cannot be undone?" "Yes...", Gene answered tentatively. "You do have that option. However Ann, I cannot conceive of a situation were you might want to make such a binding wish." "Well, I can!", Ann proclaimed in a most demonstrative manner. "Ann! Please! I beseech you!", Gene alarmingly implored. "Don't be hasty! Don't go off half-cocked and do something rash... something that you might possible regret doing later!" "Hasty! Smasty! Look, Little Miss No-cock-at-all! Once I finished refining this rather convoluted relationship of ours... and everything's as hunky-dory as I can possible make it... y'know, given the extraordinary circumstances we find ourselves embroiled within... I don't want anyone - Not even me! - dickering around with it! "Look, Gene! If anybody knows how that persnickety law of Mr. Murphy's tends to work... the two of us most certainly do! "I mean... take today for example! Here, we come into the possession of a magic, wish-granting lamp and look what happens! You get co-opted into becoming its' femmed out to the friggin' max of a genie! "And if that isn't Murphy's Law in action... then, I don't what in the hell is!" "Hell, Gene... by all rights, this should be one of the happiest day of our lives! "But, is it? "No! It most certainly is not!", Ann sarcastically quipped; in essence, providing an answer for her own question. "I mean... as far as I'm concerned... I wish we never went to that flea market this morning! That I never ever saw the lamp! And more to the point, that I never felt the desire to purchased it!" Nothing happened. "What's the matter, Gene? Can't you handle that one?" "'Fraid not, hon. Since I'm not allowed to fiddlefuck around with the space-time continuum... even though I do possess that capability... I am restrained from processing that last wish of your's. What's done is done. And as sorry as I am to say this, dear: it can't be undone." Ann, who hand a good deal of first hand knowledge concerning how Mr. Murphy's Law tended to work, kind of figured on that sort of response, and so, resignedly quipped, "Farzenfarts!". "But anyhow... getting back to what I was saying... since we're more or less stuck smack, dab in the middle of this friggin' mell of a hess of our's... I want to safeguard this convoluted relationship our's. I want to insure that a slip of the tongue on my part doesn't go and screw it up. "I mean... though I can't envision this ever happening... let's say - for instance - that you and I end up getting embroiled in a real knock-down, dragged-out, no holds bar argument over some sort of silly, inconsequential nonsense and I up blowing my cool and making some asinine wish that... in effect... completely subverts you to my will." "Ann...", Gene interjected. "In case you haven't noticed... given this jinnified condition of mine... I'm already completely subservient to you will." "Yes!", Ann snapped. "I'm aware of that! But, I fully intend on changing that aspect of our relationship! "Tell you what, Gene! Why don't we address that issue... right here! Right now! "Gene!" "Yes, dear." "Can I make a wish that... for a lack of a better way to put this... incorporates several different stipulations?" Or, do I have to make a whole lot of single issue wishes in order to achieve what I want to achieve?" "It's your option, Ann. You can do it anyway you'd like." "That's good. I'm glad to hear that. "Okay then, Gene. This next wish of mine will be of the multi-faceted variety. Alright?" "Sure, Ann. Shoot!" "I wish for us to be on... I guess you could say... an equal footing. I want us to revert back to being partners in this ongoing, albeit, convoluted husband-wife relationship of ours... y'know, with equal influence... equal input. I do not what you to be subservient to me in any way, shape or form; save on matters that directly influence either one or both of our appearances. I mean... I kind of like the notion that I can dickering around with not only how I look... but, more to the point... how you look... how you are dressed... and I think... at least for the time being, Gene... I'd like to reserve the right to continue to do so for my own... without either your input or your approval required. In other words, my dearest darling blonde bombshell of a husband, if I want you prancing around the house in something... I guess you could say... suggestive... y'know, something on the order of that rather sultry maid's outfit... y'know, the very same maid's outfit that I was going to wear for you this evening... and... shall we say... a pair of sexy spiked heels... guess what! You will! And furthermore... if I want you to look like you're as happy as a pig in shit to be doing so - guess what, my darling dearest - you will be! "Alright?" "Yes, dear.", Gene, demurely and resignedly made the obligatory reply. "However, on a matters that do not directly related to how either you and I look... or the clothing that we might be wearing... I wish that before any future wish of mine is implemented... it must be... I guess you could say... rubber stamped... or... perhaps... seconded by you. Also, since we're going to be partners in this re-defined relationship of ours, Gene... I want you have every right to make suggestions and offer comments concerning what we may or may not wish for. "Okay? I mean... am I making myself clear?" "Yes, Ann. As clear as a bell." "Also... now that I've had a moment or so to think about it... I think I'd like to retain autonomous control over any and all wishes that clearly pertain to my own self. For example: that lesbian option of your's, Gene. If I ever do get up the gumption to give female homosexuality a trial run, I'd like to be able to do it for myself. In other words, little lady, I don't want to have obtain either your blessings or approval in order to do something of that nature. Alright?" "Yes.", Gene replied evenly. Is there anything else you'd like to add before I implement it, Ann?" "Can't think of anything... can you?" "No...", Gene mused thoughtful, "I think you've pretty much covered all the bases. However, Ann... just to be on the safe side... let's see if I've got it right. "First off, you want the two of us to be on an equal husband and wife like footing; in effect, emancipating me from my lamp imposed subservient role, save in matters that directly relate to our outward appearances. When it comes to how we look... how we are attired... you reserve the autonomous right to make all the decisions. In other words, Ann... what you're basically saying is: your going to be both my beauty consultant and my haberdasher and I'm going to be your real-live... walking... talking... dick-teaser special attired Barbie Doll... who's going to have to lump it... y'know, like whenever I'm not... I think it's safe to say... exactly thrilled... or should that be - overjoyed - with whatever outfit you've cooked up for this new and amply endowed body of mine to be decked out in!" "So far so good, Gene. And guess what! You're right on the money when it comes to that dick-teaser special remark of your's! Besides... now that you've been fitted out with that simply scrumptious, blonde bombshell of a body of yours... you've got to admit that you've got two rather hefty and conical lumps to lump it with!" "Yeah... so I've noticed.", Gene, who, spurred on by Ann's gibe, was once again scooping out the aforementioned female attributes for his own ultra herified self, replied with as much gruffness and consternation as he - as a she - could muster. 'Shit!', Ann mentally chided herself as she observed her husband, for the umpteenth time since becoming the lamp's harem clad jinn of a female genie, reach up, cradle his newly installed mammary protrusions and proceed on to crassly fondle the living shit out of 'em. 'What in the hell was I thinking when I made that off-hand remark about how he now had two rather ample and conical lumps to lump it with! Wouldn't you just know it! Now that I've gone and brought them to his attention, he's going to start playing yet another vulgar and disgusting game of titty- tweak with himself! Boy, did I goof! Big F'in Time!' "Gene... Gene...', Ann prompted in an all out effort to regain and refocus her husband attention. "You were saying..." "Oh! That's right!", Gene, acting in a manner that was, to Ann' way of thinking, very reminiscent of your classic mischievous child caught with his hands in the off-limits cookie jar scenario, discombobulatedly replied, as he - as the stunning she that he had become - quickly and guiltily yanked his delicately feminized hands out from under the lower arch of his newly enhanced chest mounds. Then, in an all out effort to gloss over the fact that he - as a she - had been caught - as they say - red-handed, playing a rather sleazy game of titty-tweak with his herified self, Gene, opted to forego the lame excuses tendering option, figuring - quite correctly - that his wife would take his sexually induced dilemma into account, and so, elected to just forge ahead, "Okay! Let's see... Where was I when we got off on that tangent of our's and started talking about these new and rather pronounced boobies of mine? "Oh, I know! I was reviewing the various stipulations involved in this multi-faceted wish of your's, Ann! "Let's see... I know without the shadow of a doubt that I touched upon the equal footing business. Then... after I took care of that one... if this newly installed, elemental enhanced, bear-trap like memory of mine serves me correctly... which... I assure you, dear... it does... I do believe that I also hit the highlights of that appearance and clothing codicil of your's... y'know, the one that will... for all intent and purposes... Barbie Dollify me! "Okay! So that brings us to that next stipulation of your's, dear... the one that grants you autonomous control over any and all changes that you might like to make with respect to your own self. "I mean... does that more or less sum up all the little nuances of the wish that you'd like to make, Ann?" Taking a second or so to run them over in her own mind first, Ann replied, "Yes... I believe it does." "Alright then... if you think you've covered all the bases, Ann... the only thing left for you to do is to direct me to implement 'em." "Consider yourself so directed... oh, harem girl clad husband of mine!" "Your wish has been dutifully granted.", Gene returned evenly. "It has?" "Yes, dear. It has." "Strange...", Ann mused. "I don't feel any different." "But I do, Ann." "You do?" "Yes. I do. "For the first time since becoming the jinn of the lamp, I feel... I guess you could say... unburdened... or... in a sense liberated. "I mean... it's kind of hard for me to even begin to put into words the changes that that wish of your's brought about... but I can tell you... it feels good! Really, really good! Y'know, even considering the ignominious fact that I'm still a frickin' girl! "I mean... you can't begin to imagine what it's like to know that you're complete subservient to another's whims! I mean... before you went and made that last wish of your's, Ann, I was your slave! Granted, I was a drop-dead gorgeous, magic wielding slave, but a slave none the less! I had no say in this newly imposed life of mine what-so-ever! Just knowing that I could be coerced... via a wish... into do damn near anything... and I do mean 'anything', dear... really did a number on this male oriented psyche of mine! I mean... in no uncertain terms, Ann... it rankled the living shit out of me! Had you directed me to bark like a dog... guess what! I'd been barking up a storm! Had you wanted me to kiss your ass! I would have had no choice in the matter! In other words, Ann... I'd bit the proverbial bullet, puckered up and planted a great big lip-lock of a smoocher on that rather delightful and titillating tush of your's! And, had you told me to go fuck myself... as abhorrent as it would be for me to engage in something as repugnant as that would be... I would have been compelled to obey!" "Now, wait just one ding dong minute, little lady!", Ann bombastically interrupted. "Just how in hell could you manage to do something as absurd as that, Gene?" "You mean... such as go fuck myself?" "Yes!", Ann, though thoroughly repulsed by the whole notion of what her femmified husband had referred to, she found that she was also extremely curious as to just how he - as a she - would have accomplished such a crassly couched directive. "How could you anatomically manage to do something as crass as that to yourself?" "Easily! Were I coerced by a wish to engage in an act of sexual, self penetration I would simply turn one or another of my hands into a fully functional set of male genitalia and proceed to thrust the blood infused shaft of the penis portion of that genitalia up inside this newly installed vagina of mine." Horrified with the imagery that assaulted her, Ann frantically demanded, "You can actually do something like that? You can actually change one of your hands into a man's 'thing'?" "Yes.", Gene replied a little to matter-of-factly to suit his wife's sense of propriety and proper decorum. "Fact is, Ann: something of that nature is rather easy to accomplish when you're wielding the almost unlimited powers of a jinn. "See!", Gene said, as he, to Ann horror, demonstrated that he - as the jinnified femme fatale that he had so recently become - was fully capable of accomplishing the deed. "Gene!", Ann, revolted to the depth and breadth of her being, frantically implored. "That's disgusting! Absolutely disgusting! Please! Get rid of it! Please! Oh, Please! I implore you! Turn that... that... that... that despicable 'thing'... back into your hand!" Gene, seeing how upset Ann was quickly becoming, prudently did as requested. Then, having done so, Gene, while he - as she - was standing there, staring down at his re-normalized hand, thoughtfully mused aloud, "Now that's something..." Ann, in a clearly peeved tone of voice, challenged, "You mean... being able to turning your hand into a friggin' penis!?" "No.", Gene dreamily replied. "I not referring to the act itself... nor, am I referring to my innate ability to actually accomplish such a deed... rather, I'm referring to the strange set of circumstances that allowed me the leeway to do something like that on my own... y'know, and not on the direction of someone else." "You see, hon... before you made that last wish of your's... I couldn't have gone and done something like that on my own! Now, I can! And that Ann, is the whole difference I was referring to before in a friggin' nutshell! That wish of your's... for a lack of a better way to put this... has... in effect... emancipated me from the constraints that that lamp of mine had imposed on me! Save for those stipulations of your's... y'know, the ones that gives you say over how I look and how I dress... for all intent and purposes, you've done a most wonderful and gracious thing! You've liberated me! Y'know... like you've gone and given me back the ability to exercise my free will!" Ann, who's was body was still being racked by the icky feeling, goose-bump producing, cold shivers of repugnancy, somewhat annoyingly and halfheartedly replied, "That's nice, Gene... I very happy and delighted that you've gotten that free will of your's back... But let me tell you something! Don't you ever! Ever! Do something like that again! I mean... it was absolutely disgusting standing here, watching that hand of your's undergo that penis-transformation-thing-of-a-ma-jig! I mean... the very thought of you doing something like that... shoving that... that... that... despicable 'thing' of your's... up inside yourself... is so frickin' abhorrent to me that my stomach is actually in an uproar... doing one friggin' flip flop after another!" "Sorry 'bout that, dear. Please, accept my sincere apology. I just wasn't aware that that demonstration of mine was going to go and upset you so. Had I known... believe me... I never would have done it." "Apology accepted, Gene. However...", Ann continued on in a most thoughtful manner, "I was wondering... How could you manage to do something like that? I mean... did I or did not specify that I was to retain autonomous control of your appearance?" "Yes, Ann. You most certainly did." "Well... if that's so, Gene... weren't you more or less precluded from doing what you just went and did?" "No... not really, honey. Now... had it been... shall we say... a permanent change... that would have been a whole other ball game. Then, that autonomous stipulation of your's would have most assuredly come into play and I wouldn't have been able to do what I did. However... and this is where the restoration of my free will enters into the picture... I knew that I was merely demonstrating that... as a magic wielding jinn... I possess the necessary metaphysical where-with-all to accomplish the aforementioned vulgar and obscene act of... what one might call... where one to it... self-contained copulation. "In other words, Ann... since I knew that the change I was making was only a temporary one and not a permanent one... I was not constrained from doing what I did." "Oh!", Ann responded. "You mean to tell me that... should I choose to do so... which I most certainly do not... I could actually direct you to turn one of your hands into a fully functioning set of male genitalia?" "No, Ann! The lamp will not allow me to process such a wish." "How come?" "Remember, Ann! While you can radically change my outward appearance... shrink me down to Barbie Doll size or... should you elected to do so... turn me into some gargantuan, Godzillia-like lesbo dyke freak... y'know, that dwarfs the friggin' Statue of Liberty... there's a couple of things that my lamp's not going to allow you to fiddle-fuck around with! First off... there's this new found femininity of mine! My lamp's not about to let you... or for that matter... anyone else dicker around with that! And two... while you can tinker around with the way I look to your heart's content... you cannot... I think it's fair to say... do anything that would either detract from... or diminish the overall appearance of this physical feminine package that I am so ingloriously and ignominiously decked out in! "In other words, Ann... the way they - whomever in hell they were - got this jinnification of mine rigid... come hell or high water... I going to remain balls to the walls beautiful!" "Alright then...", Ann returned tentatively, "Given the fact that I have no intention of ever asking you to do something like that again... y'know, given how much it revolts me... let me ask you another question?" "Sure, Ann. Ask away!" "Can you... for demonstration purposes only... turn that vagina of your's into a penis and testicles?" "Sorry, Ann! No can do! As much as I'd like to oblige you, I'm sorry to say that: that particular part of my anatomy has to remain functionally female at all times." "Alright then... since we can't do anything about that pussy of your's, Gene... is there any prohibition about dickering around with mine?" "Not that I'm aware of, Ann. As far as I know, you can... should you ever elect to do so... direct me to change any... or, for that matter... all of your body into that of a fully functioning male's anatomy." "Now that's something else to consider...", Ann replied impishly. "Ann!" "Yes, Gene?" "You're not thinking what I think you're thinking?" "Perhaps... I am.", Ann, somewhat sadistically, teased. "Ann!", Gene's honey sweetened voice, registering a degree of both panic and protest, countered. "I mean... since we can't do anything about that new little pussy of your's... oh, husband of mine... and since we... or more precisely... I can do something about mine...", Ann left the thought unfinished. "Ann! You wouldn't! You couldn't!" "Oh, wouldn't I! "Look... my femmed out to the friggin' max of a husband... ", Ann said as she walked over and placed a consoling arm around her husband's bare shoulders. "If we're going to salvage the sexual side of our relationship... I'm not going to pooh-pooh any option out of hand! "Besides... now that I had a moment or so to think about it... it might be fun to have my way with you, young lady... y'know, considering the fact that I've never - ever - had a virgin before. "Ann! Please!", Gene passionately implored. "What's wrong, dear? Afraid to have that newly installed cheery of your's popped?" Gene, confused and, to a degree, horrified, hesitantly and haltingly replied, "Yes! No! I don't know! It's just..." "Just what, Gene?", Ann jokingly taunted. "It's just that I'm not use to the idea that I'm a girl and all yet, Ann! "I mean... while this glamor girl physique of mine belies the fact, I still tend to think of myself as a man! And because I do, this sexual role-reversal notion of your's isn't exactly an easy thing for me to swallow!" "Gene! Gene!", Ann scoffed good-naturedly. "Don't go getting those new and rather generous tits of your's in an uproar! We've got a long... long... long way to go before we even entertain the notion of tackling the oral sex issue! If... that is... we ever do! I mean... I can't even begin to tell you how long it took for me to get up the gumption to go down on you... so don't worry your pretty little head over something we may never get around to experimenting with in the first friggin' place, Gene! I mean... if we ever do opt to give this male/female sexual role-reversal option of mine a go... we're going to go slow... take it one itsy-bitsy, teeny weeny step at a time... and then... and only then... if you ever do reach a point where you feel that you might be able to stomach it... we might... and the key word here is 'might'... give the oral sex business a try. "Besides, Gene... I would never expect you to do something that I wouldn't do! And you know fully well... while I might go down on you... y'know, because I know how much you enjoy it when I do so... you know as well as I do... I don't want you coming in my mouth! And because of that... shall we say... cogent point... if... and I know it's a big and highly unlikely 'if'... we ever do get to that point... y'know, should we ever go the sexual role-reversal route... I promise that we'll only take the oral sex business as far as you want to go with it! Alright?" Not the least little bit happy with the prospect of what his wife was suggesting, Gene reluctantly replied, "Yeah... sure... I guess I can live with that..." Then, having said that, Gene, in an effort to shrug off the doldrums he was felling, sarcastically added, "However, Ann... if we ever do give this sexual role-reversal option of your's a go... and you get to have your way with me... the question then becomes: will you still respect me in the morning?" That remake got Ann to chuckling. And Ann's unfettered chuckling, in turn, engendered Gene's giggling. And Gene's inane attempt to stifle his giggling, transformed Ann's chuckling into the belly jarring guffaws of outrageous and unrestrained laughter. And Ann's boisterous chortling, as engaging as it was, in short order had Gene hee-hawing and cackling right along with her. * * * After their laughing jag had run its' course and the two of them had finally managed to regained at least a modicum of their former composure, acting on Ann's suggestion, they relocated; moving from the kitchen and out into the living room. There, seated across the coffee table from one another, Gene, having removed the silver, stiletto heeled pumps that he - as a she - had been wearing in order to allow his herified self the ability to assume a crossed legged, Indian-like sitting position, returned to the matter at hand, saying: "You know, Ann... I been giving this irrevocable wish notion of your's some serious thought and I don't think that it's either a good idea or... for that matter... necessary." Ann, having first taken a small sip of the champagne that her harem girl clad husband had graciously and magically procured for the both of them to wet their rather parched whistles on, questioned, "And just why don't you think it's a good idea, Gene?" "Well... for starters, hon... let me first make sure that my assumption is correct and that the real reason you came up with this irrevocable wish notion of your's in the first place was because you were afraid that you might one day get upset with me and, without thinking of the repercussions of what you were doing, end up saying something rash that would - in effect - undo everything you've gone and done to insure that this relationship of ours' remains intact?" "Yes, Gene... that pretty much sums it up. Basically, I'm afraid that I might fly off the handle and screw things up royally." "First off, Ann... I'm the one that flys off the friggin' handle! Not you! When you do get mad, Ann... you get stubborn and unreasonable. I mean... come on! Admit it! Of the two of us... you handle your anger a whole hell of a lot better than I do. "So... I guess what I'm saying is: the chances of you getting really pissed-off at me and mis-speaking yourself is practically nil. Y'know, because something like that is completely out of character for you. "I mean... while I'll freely admit that it's something that I could do... especially when I get to feeling like I've been backed into an emotional corner... when it comes to you, Ann... I really don't think we would have had anything to worry about. "Secondly... while you could have gone and upset the proverbial apple cart before... y'know, before you up and made that wish of your's that - for all intent and purposes - granted me equal status in this rather discombobulated, re-defined relationship of ours'... save when it comes to my appearance and the articles of clothing that I'm going to be decked out in... you can't do something like that now. Now... before you can wish for anything... in most instances... you've got to get my approval. "That means... you've more or less established... for lack of a better way to put this... a fail safe system.... y'know, that's more or less analogous to the double key enabling system they use to safe guard against the possibility of an unauthorized, rogue ballistic missile launch." "And furthermore... even if we didn't have the checks and balances in place... y'know, that grants me the where-with-all to preclude you from doing something that's both stupid and rash... were you still capable of doing something like that... y'know, on your own... and you really went and screwed things up... it wouldn't be the end of the world! "I mean... given that I am a jinn now... as long as it wasn't an irrevocable, eternally binding wish - Guess what, hon! - as long as you retain possession of my lamp, you have the necessary where-with-all to put poor old Humpty-Dumpty back together again! "In other words, Ann... as long as we don't elected to employ the irrevocable option in any future wish of ours'... anything that we do... we can undo... and vice versa. "So... all I'm saying is... when you take all of that into account... I can't conceive of a situation where the irrevocable option gains us anything. "I mean... once we would incorporate one into a wish of ours'... we're stuck with the results. There's no going back and re-doing 'em! "So... before we go and do something we could both end up regretting... how about we just let sleeping dogs lie, Ann... and just forget about ever incorporating the irrevocable option in one of our wishes. Alright?" "Well...", Ann began. "When you put it like that... all logical and all... I have to concede that you've got a point there, Gene. Though it sure seemed like the way to go when I first came up with it... now that shown me the error of my ways... I do believe that you're right! And I whole heartedly agree. We shouldn't dicker around with that irrevocable option." "I both gladdened and relieved that you agree with me, Ann! I mean to tell you! When you first made mention of going that route... though I doubt that you were aware of it... you gave we a bad case of the heebie-jeebies. "I mean... you came within a hair's breath of scaring the living shit out of me!" "Sorry, Gene! I never meant to!", Ann was quick to reply. "I know, honey. I know you were just trying to make the best out of a bad... if not disastrous situation. Then, though completely oblivious to the fact that he - as a newly ensconced she - was once again doing so, Gene tenderly, if not both tentatively and a tad bit teasingly, began to draw the long nailed and well manicured middle finger of his right hand up along the central swath of his re-configured loins, in affect, shamelessly groping his herified self for the umpteenth time since being regurgitated from out of the lamp's innards as a harem girl clad femme fatale of an elemental enhanced wish granting jinn. Completely unaware of the fact that he was playing yet another crass game of twat-tweaking with his herified self, Gene, proceeded on to inquire, "Alright, Ann. Now that we've addressed this re-defined... if not perverted and sexually dysfunctional relationship of ours... plus all of that other stuff that we've been dickering around with, dear... y'know, when you're not sadistically toying around with the notion of having me fit you out with a fully functional set of male genitalia so that you can... I guess you could say... deflower me... now that you can have anything... or... shall we say... darn near anything... y'know, that your little heart desires - pray tell, dear - what would you like to wish for now?" "Well...", Ann began thoughtfully, "Now that we're out one income... given the fact that you certainly can't go in to work come Monday morning with that brand spanking new built like a brick shithouse of a body of your's, Gene... y'know, because nobody's going to be gullible enough to buy into the fact that you're still you... y'know, on the inside... where it counts... and since it's more or less a given that if you're not going to have to go into work any more... y'know, what with you and your being a genie and all... you can bet that pert and perky re- vamped tush of your's that I'm not going to go into my work either! So... given all of that... now that we're going to be out both of our incomes... I guess that the next wish we should make... will... out of necessity... have something or other to do with the financial dilemma that your becoming a genie has potentially threatened to immerse the two of us in." "Too true, dear.", Gene readily agreed. "I've been thinking along the very same lines that you have. And I believe I have come up with the solution." "Can't we just make a wish that would make us rich, Gene?" "Yes... we could do that, honey. "I mean.. should we elected to do so... I could simple fill this house of ours with stacks and stacks of freshly minted one hundred dollar bills! "However... should we opt to go that route, Ann... they could be all sorts of unintended consequences... y'know, that could - in effect - ties us up in bureaucratic knots... endeavoring - ad nauseam - to explain how we - all of a sudden - came into such wealth in the first friggin' place. "But can't you twang that magic twanger of your's... or do whatever you have to do as a genie to... I guess you could say... take care of that sort of bureaucratic nonsense up front, Gene?" "No... not really, dear... While it sure would be nice if I could... you have to understand the fact that while I'm good... damn good... y'know, given all these supercalafragicexpealidicious metaphysical enhancements of mine... I'm far cry from being anywhere close to being omnipotent! "In other words, dear... while I can cover a lot of the bases... maybe, even most of 'em... give the tenacious way that Mr. Murphy's Law tends to work... at least as far as you and I are concerned... you can bet this pert and perky new tush of mine that there's no way in hell that I'm going to be able to cover them all! "Now... while it's true that I can probably deal with the unintended consequences when they rear their ugly and persnickety little heads... if we do this thing right from the get-go... I do believe that we might be able to avoid all the hassles and pitfalls that might crop up... y'know, like down the road apiece. "I mean... let's say that we just make a wish to be rich and - shazam - I turn us into instant billionaires... somebody... y'know, somebody like the I.R.S... is going to get suspicious and want an accounting! Y'know, as in they're going to want know just where in hell we got all that money of ours' in the first friggin' place! "So... I was thinking... that... since you've always wanted to win the lottery anyhow... I could a do little tinkering here... a little finagling there... and there by insure that nobody wins for... shall we say... the next six weeks or so... y'know, causing the rather substantial jackpot that now exist to sky rocket damn near exponentially... "Then... once the payoff has been substantially inflated... I flex a little bit more of this magical potential of mine and poof! I provide you with the one and only wining ticket." "Okay! So we hit for the big payola! We take some of the first year's pay-out and go on a spree! For instance, we take some of those dream vacations that you and I have always wanted to take. We buy a new car! A house! Whatever! The rest we invest. And we invest across the whole spectrum. We put some... a tidy amount... in blue chips! The remainder, we split between middle of the roaders and some high risk, technology based companies! Then, I go to work. I find a few well deserving people... y'know, who are employed by a few of these high risk, technology based companies that we've invested in... and... shall we say... lend them a hand in developing some new and extremely marketable products... y'know, that will result in our investments doubling... tripling and in some case... quadrupling. "And we keep doing that. Investing and re-investing... until one fine day... in the not to distant future... guess what, Ann! You're not merely a paltry... run of the mill... multi- millionaire! Your a reclusive, beautiful blonde bombshell of a billionaire! "And then, if you want to get into philanthropic business... and do what we can to help right the wrongs of this old world of ours... great! "You see, Ann... while we can't actually break the rules... y'know, that prohibit you from using my metaphysical where-with- all for the benefit others... if we employ the right approach... we can sure as shit bend the friggin' hell out of 'em!" "Yeah! When you put it like that... oh, harem girl clad husband of mine... it sure seems like the right way to go! "But tell me something, Gene!" "Sure, hon... what?" "Why all the subterfuge? Why can't we just say the hell with it and flaunt the fact that I am in the possession of a magic lamp who's beautiful genie grants me any wish that my little heart desire... y'know, and then we don't have to worry about all the hassles stemming out of these unintended consequences that you made mention of?" "Because, Ann... while you could get away with something like that in the once upon a long... long... long time ago of those long out of fashion goldie, oldie, moldy Days of Yore... y'know, when uneducated folk believed in magical lamps, wish granting genies and all that other fanciful and far fetched balderdash... while it's true that there are lot of people who would accept the fact that I am who and what I claim to be... y'know, out of hand... you'd best believe that there would always be a whole parcel of ske