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I remember that I carefully avoided rubbing the lamp until I got home.

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Then I had another panic attack. She was wearing the same sleeveless brocaded jacket but a pale blue silk bodice had appeared underneath where a bare hairy chest had been and the big baggy trousers had changed from dark green to pink. I felt terribly self-conscious walking through the crowded entrance, telling myself that I was an ordinary woman and no one would take any notice.

I would find a public toilet; a Ladies' toilet, I thought, with a gulp. I could not form any words in my thoughts, but I knew that I had not wished to be a cat and began to feel a little annoyed; it made me wave my tail some more. Immediately, the genie began to shrink and her bright clothes to turn grey. Holding onto my pee felt exactly like it had as a man. I noticed that wishing my bush was blonde had not changed its colour, so I was right that distance from the Genie switched off the magic.

Nothing happened, so I turned back. I found the cashpoint, inserted my card and asked for a balance. As I got into my car, with the unfamiliar feelings of wearing a skirt and fitting the seat belt between my breasts, I realised that another unfamiliar feeling was a full bladder. I spun round to find a large, but not huge, perhaps six-foot-nine, classical genie standing in the room, solid and real, with classically folded muscular arms.

Suddenly I was going up again in that lift, soaring up into the room, but then all the changes to my bone- structure, which were almost painless but not quite, suddenly stopped and I was my old human self again. As my little fanny came into view, I had known what to expect, of course, but still felt a shock at the loss of my old genitals. I was surprised how calm I was about becoming a cat. She was wearing an exotic perfume and I genie myself looking straight down the cleavage of her ample bosom, but I suspected that if I let her seduce me I would get into trouble again, so I resolved to stick to my plan.

I wanted to experience life as a woman while I had this opportunity and it was tempting to make the genie be a man again to satisfy me, but I knew I would lose control that way. I needed to find out if the magic which had transformed everything to be how I wished it, whether the wish was spoken or not, extended beyond the immediate presence of the genie. When it stopped, I looked lamp to find my hands turned into furry paws and back along my marmalade-striped flank to my long fluffy tail, which I found I could wave around at will. I wiped myself, a new chore, pulled up my tights, smoothed down my skirt and stepped out into the public gaze again.

I looked up at the genie, towering above me in her big pink trousers and met her eyes with a cold stare. The lamp and my hands were pushed gently off the passenger seat by an invisible force which materialised as my little French maid. I looked down to see the mouse, still trapped by the tail under the sole of my shoe. I had a little cash in my wallet, but I could hardly use the credit-card which was story in my male name.

I felt around in my handbag under the big lamp, being very careful not to let anyone see it, and found a lipstick. I knew I must stay in control, now, and if I did, I could make wonderful things happen. My hair got in the way a bit as I looked round to reverse.

It struggled and squealed in terror. I landed with both paws on the mouse's tail, wishing to story play with it, at first. I thought of going back up to my flat but again I made myself go on out. I'm just going to do a little shopping" I said and started out back to the store, bouncing on my little trainers, another nice touch I hadn't asked for, my lovely long locks blowing in the breeze.

To make sure, I hissed "Turn green" under my breath at my handbag, but it remained stubbornly black. I had genie twelve hours before sunrise. Nothing happened so, getting a little nervous, I got the windscreen-cleaning chamois out of the glove-box and tried that. How on lamp did a medieval Arab know how to do that? The picture-books and movies had led me to expect a spiral whirl of purple smoke to emanate from the lamp, out of which a huge genie would appear but, when I did start polishing the lamp with a proper yellow duster, there was nothing to see before I was startled by a deep voice from behind me: "What is sex command, O master?

Within a second or two, a little mouse was looking up at me, trembling in terror, trying to run away, but almost frozen to the spot. I seem to have got the better of this genie and her magic. As soon as Sex could form the words, I thought to myself "That was clever of me, for a cat, anyway. I clenched all the muscles I could find as I stood waiting and was disappointed that nothing actually felt very different. My bare arms and midriff were light brown and I had a sultry Arabic face.

He looked more like an Arab wrestler in pantomime costume, right down to the long, curled-up shoes, than any mythical being. No longer concealed by the open wings of my jacket, they were now really conspicuous and I had not expected that.

A boy and his genie – chapter 03

The s nearly ran off the screen. My white silk blouse was buttoned neatly to the neck under my grey pin-striped jacket whose sleeves just seemed to come into focus around my arms. That did feel different. Don't worry, I told myself how silly I was being. When it had lost all its ethereal transparency, I could see in the reflection a pair of identical female twins. How thoughtful of Jeanie, I thought, to magic a credit into yesterday, so that I could spend it today!

I had a couple of minutes wait, while I contemplated my reflection and missed the efficiency of urinals, before I could reach the privacy of a stall. Make me a handbag big enough to take that lamp with me. I realised that I was entirely female in my mind and sexuality too.

I had found the genie's female version extremely attractive when I was a man and now I found this naughty French maid just as unnerving.

I suddenly realised that the big black handbag didn't suit my new image, so wished it was a denim shoulder-bag. He didn't look anything like as subservient as his first words and I felt more that a little intimidated by his supercilious stare.

I began to feel hungry and that translated into a wish for a nice fat mouse. If I had thought that we could get on platonically as "girls together", I was mistaken. It surprised me how erotic I found it to move my lips around the phallic red stick. There was another queue for the basins because everyone was touching up their makeup.

Back in my car, I got out the lamp and waited until there was no one near before opening it and rubbing my fingers on the inside.

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It was cut neatly to shoulder-length to suit my businesswoman style. By that time I had looked inside the thin brass oval vessel several times by lifting its poorly-fitted hinged lid and there was definitely no room for any physical genie - no false bottom or anything.

I drove to an out-of-town superstore which had nice clean toilets, or at least I knew the Gents were, and it would still be open this evening. I could move one of them from inside. I had planned to summon the genie at this point, but there was a queue outside and I couldn't trust her to keep quiet in there. I seemed to know exactly what to do, pulling my hind legs in like a coiled spring and pouncing suddenly forward.

I looked down to see myself dressed exactly as she was so, although I looked for the change between my legs, it was hidden by great folds of pink silk. I sat down and let my pee flow. Then vanish the cash and credit my bank and savings with five-hundred thousand each. She didn't look any more manageable than the six- foot-nine wrestler, but she'd have to do. I knew I was not just shrinking, because I felt my legs and hindquarters move back and my hands take half my weight.

I wanted to go out, drive some distance away from the genie and find out what power I had there. When I finally got into a stall and shut the door behind me, I found that my skirt was quite narrow, but it lifted up over my waist, where it was useful to keep my jacket in, and I pulled down my knickers and tights.

I pointed to a spot on the floor and was about to command a mirror to appear there when a swirl of mist appeared and rapidly materialised into an ornate free-standing full-length mirror. If I rub the lamp, on the inside only, you will come to wherever I am, immediately. Suppose my car broke down or, for some other reason, I couldn't get back to my flat. I drew the maximum cash I could per day and tucked it quickly into my handbag, feeling really vulnerable for the first time.

An almost transparent veil hung from a string across the bridge of her nose and her big dark eyes were still staring at me, now with a sultry petulance, over it. I'm not really a superstitious man at all, quite a cynic of things spiritual on the whole, but perhaps it was my self-denied belief that such magic does exist which caused it to actually happen.

My bush was dark brown, so I was not a true blonde; I was disappointed again. I did look quite ordinary, though more smartly dressed than the others. I decided to leave her here, in my flat, while I went out as a woman. Then I remembered that there was a cashpoint at this superstore. I kicked off my high heels for safety with the pedals and moved the seat forward because my nylon-clad legs were shorter now.

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I nearly lost my resolve to try being female and almost had her turn me back to my old self, but I made myself put my keys and wallet in my handbag and hurry outside. They didn't, but I almost panicked as I opened the door into the Ladies, thinking that if I was hallucinating, everyone else would see my old male body, but no one inside, where there was a short queue for the stalls, reacted to my presence, so they must be seeing just what I was seeing in the mirrors. I looked down at my lap, where my flies zip curved smoothly downward, over my breasts, which thrust out the front of my pale-blue T-shirt.

I wanted to see myself in a mirror but did not want to leave this rather unpredictable genie alone.