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Djinn Lesson
By RC Conrad
Dennis Cord wandered aimlessly down the Florida beach. It was still early
morning, not even 7 am yet. He had spent a cold and sleepless night on the
beach after his now ex-girlfriend had thrown him out.
"What does she mean by saying I'm a no good lazy bum?" He asked nobody in
particular. "Just because I've been out of work for a little while. I mean, sure, I
didn't look for a job a couple of days, but why should she throw me out after six
weeks? I was out of work longer than that when I lived at home."
Mentioning home reminded Dennis of how that living arrangement ended, his
parent showing him the door and instructing him to not return until he had made
something of himself. His father always preached to him; "You have got to start
planning for your future!" Not that Dennis had ever listened to him.
From there he had wound up at his ex-girlfriend, Mandy's door. Thinking about
Mandy, and more importantly how Mandy had shut him off for the last couple of
weeks made him miss her and it made him angry at the same time. He decided
to take his emotions out on an innocent sand pile near the high water mark. The
sole of his sandal penetrated the loose piled sand effortlessly, sliding under the
object buried in the sand, leaving his big toe to take the full brunt of the impact.
"Tonk!" Went the object buried under the sand.
What Dennis said next is best left to the imagination, as he proceeded to hop
about, clutching his injured toe in both hands while uttering many discouraging
words.
Finally salving his toe as best he could Dennis limped back over to the now
disturbed sand pile, spying something shiny and gold colored. Visions of
returning home, having made something of himself with this wayward piece of
swag, dance through his head. Perhaps it was something from a wrecked
Spanish treasure galley?
Grasping it in his hands he pulled it from its sandy tomb, quickly wiping the
remaining sand clear to see what fortune had sent his way.
He saw a slightly tarnished vessel, perhaps made of brass.
"Damn." He swore. The sound of the imaginary wolf was back at his imaginary
door.
Still, it might be cleaned up and pawned for something. Just because it wasn't
made of gold doesn't mean it wasn't an antique, it did look old, but Dennis was
no expert on these things.
Taking his find up to the edge of the beach, he sat under a palm tree and began
cleaning it up with his shirttail.
Immediately he was choked by a dense blue smoke that came from out of
nowhere. Dropping the lamp to the ground, he ran a few steps away and began
checking himself for burns. In so doing he missed the materialization of the girl
who began to speak.
"I am the Fazir ibn Maud, the slave of the lamp. For releasing me you have been
granted three wishes. I must do as you say and grant your wishes as you word
them, but only so."
Dennis looked around for the person who just spoke and spied a beautiful young
woman, of no more than twenty years old, standing right over his lamp. Dennis
paused a moment to savor the eye candy. She was barely 5 feet tall, with dark
mahogany skin without a single blemish, long straight hair, black as midnight,
Delicate, honey gold sloe eyes peered out behind long lashes, a tiny upturned
nose, and full kissable lips. She wore a brief brocade vest, barely concealing her
large breasts, a matching pair of shorts hugged her hips, visible through a gauzy
pair of harem pants and tiny sandals were on her feet. She was a vision of
Middle Eastern beauty; of course Dennis thought she was Spanish.
"Hey chica, that's my teapot. You mind handing it to me?" Dennis asked.
The young woman bent over gracefully and picked up Dennis' "teapot" and
walked over, offering it to him.
"Your lamp, master." She said.
"Cool, but what do you mean by 'master'? My name's Dennis." He asked.
Rolling her eyes only slightly, she cleared her throat and repeated, "I am the
Fazir ibn Maud, the slave of the lamp. For releasing me you have been granted
three wishes. I must do as you say and grant your wishes as you word them, but
only so."
"Cool! Just like I Dream of Jeanie, right? Oh man, this is so boss! Let's see, let's
see, okay, first thing, I want to be rich, I want to have piles of money, I want the
biggest, nicest house, with a twenty car garage and all the best, bitchinest cars
and bikes and a game room with video games, and some cool stereo stuff and a
big screen t.v.."
Dennis continued on like this for some time. Fazir looked like she was going to
try to speak a time or two, but finally sat down on the sand to let him ramble on.
"...and surfboards too. That should do it. That's what I want." Dennis turned
around to look for the girl; she didn't seem to be anywhere in sight. Finally he
thought to look down. She was reclined against the palm tree, the lamp next to
her. Her hands were clasped across her tummy and her eyes were closed. If you
listened closely a small, delicate snore could be heard.
Walking over Dennis crouched down and shook her shoulder lightly. Fazir woke
with a snort and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Oh, I didn't notice that you had finished. Is that all that you desire for your first
wish master?"
"Yeah," Dennis relied, "but you didn't get any of it, you were sleeping."
Fazir grinned in response, "Oh master, there is much about the djinn that you do
not know."
Standing up, Fazir dusted of her harem pants and dusted off her hands. Looking
at Dennis she raised one eyebrow and asked, "Ready?"
Dennis nodded and with a cocky grin said, "Hit me with everything you've got
baby."
Fazir raised her hands over her head and then, rather anticlimactically, let them
drop to her sides.
"Done."
Dennis stared at her incredulously, "No way chica. Nothing happened. You must
think I'm stupid if you think I'm gonna believe that you made all that happen just
by airing out your armpits."
Fazir bit her tongue when Dennis said she must think he was stupid, but instead
just said, "Why not ask the major domo of your estate. Here he comes now."
Dennis tuned to see a tall, Hispanic gentleman in fatigues coming toward them.
As he got closer Dennis could see he wore a beard that was slightly out of
control and he could smell a slight aroma of cigar smoke.
"Your Excellency, " The man began in Spanish accented English, "Please forgive
my appearance. I thought you still wanted to go hunting later this morning."
Dennis leaned over to Fazir and in a stage whisper said, "Isn't that the Cuban
dude, what's his name, Miguel Castro?"
"That's Fidel." Fazir corrected.
At the mention of his given name Fidel raised an eyebrow toward Fazir. She
smiled gracefully at him and said, "Mr. Cord has other business today Fidel,
please alert the house staff that he will most likely be there for the rest of the
day."
Fidel bowed deeply to Fazir and even deeper to Dennis, who was busy looking
around for his father, who Fazir had referred to while speak to Fidel.
"Yo, chica, where's my old man? I don't see him."
Stifling an exasperated sigh Fazir grabbed Dennis' arm and pulled him toward a
hacienda style mansion in the distance. "You are Mr. Cord. Someone as rich and
powerful as yourself is not referred to by his given name, except to those very
close to him."
Dennis allowed himself to be towed behind Fazir, taking his time savoring the
dance her ass performed in her cute little shorts and see through pants. The
grumbling in his stomach distracted him. With a start her realized that he had not
eaten since noon yesterday.
"Hey, chica, do you think maybe you could rustle me up a tuna sandwich?"
Fazir stopped in her tracks. Dennis could swear the temperature dropped around
him. Slowly Fazir turned around and glared at him from underneath her
eyebrows.
"What?" She accused.
Suddenly uncertain of himself Dennis rubbed hugged one arm to himself with the
other, absently running his hand up and down near the elbow. It had always
worked for him before; he thought chicks thought it looked cute.
"Uhm,. a tuna sandwich, on white, with a little mayo and."
"I just gave you the entire island of Cuba as your private estate. Everybody and
everything on the island belongs to you, and you have the audacity to ask for a
tuna sandwich!!!!"
Fazir was in a fine mood and right away Dennis pegged her for a high
maintenance woman.
"No, no, you're right. I wish I had the bitchinest party going on, with all the food
and drinks and beer and bands and all that stuff right now."
Fazir smiled a grim little smile and snapped the fingers on her left hand, not even
gracing such a simple request with the power in her right. "Done." The M.C.
walked up the microphone on the stage at the other end of the stadium. "Ladies
and gentlemen, the band you've all been waiting to see, Mr. Cord proudly
presents, The Rolling Stones!"
The band tottered out on stage, displaying their age, but showing that rock and
roll really never does forget.
High up in his superbox Dennis reclined in his lounger, a drink in one hand, and a
platter of tuna sandwiches on a table next to him. All around him the rich, the
powerful, the famous and the beautiful partied, drank, ate and otherwise ingested
their way to a great time, all on Mr. Cord's dime.
Dennis meanwhile was trying to plot ways to impress Fazir. She reclined on a
couch, close at hand to Dennis, always eager to serve him in any way possible.
Dennis didn't know if that included the ultimate, biblical sense, but he wanted to
make a good impression. He figured that he set his sights a little low with that
tuna sandwich comment. He figured he had recovered and he wanted to make
sure he was going to score with Fazir tonight.
Somewhere in his scheming little mind he reasoned that since he had recovered
nicely by wishing for a big party, wishing for a chance to get Fazir into bed would
impress her big time.
Hours later, the party was just reaching its midpoint. Dennis was feeling rather
raw and done in. He had gotten no sleep the night before and an all day party,
kicked off by all the bands he had every loved, was just too much. Some of these
bands partied harder than he thought possible. They looked terrible, since they
all came up to his superbox after performing. Especially the lead singer of
Nirvana, he looked like death warmed over.
Elbowing his way through the press of musicians and groupies Dennis made his
way over to Fazir's couch. Leaning down he managed to yell above the din loud
enough to be understood by her.
"Hey baby, why don't you come with me, I'm about to turn in?"
Fazir grimaced and rose to take his arm. Surprisingly everyone was very nice
and parted to let him out of the room to go home. Fazir guided him to the roof
where a helicopter was waiting. The helicopter was very loud and hard on
Dennis' ears but a short while later it was circling to land at the white hacienda
mansion that Dennis had seen that morning.
Fazir again took the lead. Dennis followed along behind, the smart choice he
figured, since he didn't know where anything was. Finally Fazir lead him to a
huge room with a monstrous bed, all mahogany with gauze around the frame at
the top of the four posts. The bed was sitting right underneath a huge skylight, so
that you could lie in bed and look at the stars.
Dennis gave his armpits a quick sniff and checked to see if his breath was too
rancid. Having given himself the green light, he walked up behind Fazir and put
his hands on either side of her waist. Fazir spun around with her eyes closed and
opened them after a moment. For the first time her voice sounded less than
omnipotent when she asked, "What is it you desire, master?"
Dennis looked away for a moment in a calculated attempt to appear innocent and
slightly shy, then turned back to Fazir and said; "Baby, you have shown me that
you are a true classy woman. I want to be with you tonight, I was hoping,. I mean
what I want is. how about a little head?"
Fazir started smiling at Dennis. He figured he had it made and made a move as if
to jump in the sack with his new chica.
Fazir stood stock still, holding his hand and asked him, "Is this what you truly
wish, master?"
Quickly, Dennis replied, "Hell yes, let's get it on!"
"Done!" Fazir cried and clapped her hands together over her head.
Dennis found himself floating in a blue universe. He hung there, as Fazir faded in
from nothingness, her hair a halo around her.
"Hey baby, when are you gonna start to yummy down on my tool?" Dennis
asked.
"Fool!" Fazir spat. "Your could have had anything and you chose pleasures of the
flesh. Very fortunate for me, very bad for you. You see one thousand years ago
my last master, Sultan Dowar al Keffish cursed me for granting his first wish in a
manner not to his liking. He cursed me to wear a woman's form and obey my
master's every command. If you had just commanded me to pleasure you I would
have done so. But you gave me a loosely worded wish, which gave me the
latitude I needed to escape the prison of flesh Dowar locked me in. I only thank
fate that my first master after Dowar was a fool."
Dennis looked on as Fazir's lovely form began to inflate and fill out. Her firm, ripe
breasts flattened out into an expanding chest. Those slim lovely legs stretched
and were quickly hid by darkening pants, the cloth becoming opaque. Her hair
shortened and her fine, feminine features coarsened and grew while facial hair
sprouted in a goatee.
"I don't get it. I don't want to do the nasty with you now, you're a guy!" Dennis
exclaimed.
"Ah, but very soon you will 'master'." Fazir predicted.
Dennis felt his skin ripple. He looked down to see his clothing evaporate from his
body. With loud, hideous snaps and pops his frame began to compress. He went
from his normal height of 5 foot 10 inches to a diminutive 5 foot. His torso felt as
if it were being constricted as it shrunk to a new tiny formation. The pressure in
his chest lessened but the pressure on his waist increased, shrinking down even
further. Oddly, his hips didn't seem to shrink at all. His former man's hips,
although not as proportionately wide on his old form, were more than wide
enough to appear womanly on his new body. He did feel a tug as they seemed to
change angles.
His skin and muscle seemed to roll off his legs, leaving behind a slender new
shape as the wave of change rolled down his legs, ending when his feet became
positively tiny. With a gasp Dennis realized his toenails were now painted a deep
red.
Dennis watched his arms undergo a similar transformation as the change rolled
down his arms the hair disappeared, as did the muscles. His new smooth,
slender arms led down to tiny wrists and delicate feminine hands with well-
manicured nails polished a deep red.
Finally, he could only imagine with horror as he felt the same transformation race
up his neck and run its course over his face and head. With a last tingle he felt
tons of hair cascade over his neck, shoulders and back, even brushing his ass,
setting off another change there. He could feel a pressure steadily building in his
ass. He put his hands back there to try and gauge the changes and he was
frightened to feel the expansion. His ass felt positively huge. To make matters
worse, when the inflation stopped there, it began on his chest, but this time he
got to see the effect. First his nipples jumped \up off his chest, as if they had
been inflated. Then, his aureoles began expanding spreading out across his
chest as they also expanded away from him. Finally, all the flesh on his chest
seemed to take on a life of its own and began filling out into two spheres on his
chest, which finally assumed a normal hanging shape.
In shock, he brought his hands up to his new breasts, and put his palms over his
new nipples to cup the flesh there. He was rewarded with a rush of feeling, as the
unfamiliar flesh communicated with him, telling him all it was feeling. It felt good,
foreign, but good. He even felt himself getting a little stiff. With a wrench, that
feeling was gone however. It felt like his erection was turning around. As if
someone were putting a finger on the tip of his dick and pushing it in, so that his
johnson was no longer had an outy, but an inny. As that feeling completed, his
balls shrunk up tight against his crotch. He could feel an incredible tightness
there, and then something gave way, and he felt an openness.
Sadly, almost timidly, Dennis reached a hand down to his crotch to confirm what
his body had told him. He felt only the smooth contours so familiar to his hands
from his girlfriend Mandy, but this time the feelings from his hand were echoed by
the feeling of the new contours of his crotch feeling his hand.
Dennis looked around, stunned by his rapid change. He finally set eyes on
Fazir's male form standing now in the blue mist.
"How could you do this to me Fazir? I only wanted you to, you know, give me a
little oral action." Dennis asked.
"Very simple, my former master. Your wish could have been interpreted as a
request. I did so. But that required some changes in our forms. You did not
specify, so I made the changes I desired."
"But I wanted to be the guy." Dennis whined.
"Oh, you do not need to worry about being a guy any more. You see, you are not
merely female, but a female djinn. True, you are a lesser djinn, but a djinn
nonetheless." Fazir took Dennis' hand as he explained the changes and led
Dennis onward through the mist.
"We are now in the realm of the djinn. I am a greater djinn, and as my period of
3,000 years of slavery in a lamp are now complete, I may begin to establish my
household. You are lesser djinn. Every lesser djinn requires a greater djinn to be
their master."
Dennis began tugging back, away from Fazir's grasp at the last pronouncement.
"No way chica, I'm not gonna be your slave. You're the slave of the lamp, just like
in alley baby and the thirty thieves."
Fazir rolled his eyes at Dennis' last pronouncement. "You are new to this realm
and do not understand its ways, so I will be lenient with you. Now, stand still."
Dennis found himself unable to move. Try as he might, he could not move a
muscle, blink, scream or even cry.
Surveying his handiwork Fazir nodded to himself and continued to explain.
"While in the mortal realm a djinn's power is lessened. Here in the realm of the
djinn, a greater djinn has domain over everything but a more powerful djinn.
Were you to be a slave to a lamp for many, many years you too would grow in
power. However, since I am your master, I have better uses for you. Now, you
are free to move. But while we journey to my new home you must travel three
steps behind me."
Dennis found himself free to move, and tried to bolt into the mists, but could not.
In fact, as Fazir began to move off, he was compelled to fall into step, three steps
to the rear of the greater djinn.
After a time, Dennis was able to gather his wits enough to ask; "What will happen
to me?"
Although Dennis could not see it, Fazir smiled. "You will serve me as a
concubine. You will care for my house and share my bed." He said. Dennis
swallowed involuntarily, "But I am a man. I don't want to sleep with you."
Fazir ignored him and said, "Ah, here we are." With a wave of his hand a
gleaming white palace was revealed. A hot sun hung in a brilliant blue sky. Dry,
light airs stirred Dennis' long black hair. Somewhere in the distance a fountain's
dripping waters called to them.
Fazir turned to Dennis and after staring at him for a moment spoke; "You are
most becoming to the eye, fair one. But you are yet incomplete. First, you shall
only consider yourself female. Second, I shall leave you the feminine form of your
name. You will regard yourself as Denise from now on. Third, you shall only
desire to be by my side. Any time we are apart, you will find yourself filled with
longing and sorrow. Finally, you shall be eager to give yourself to me in the most
intimate of ways. Your first concern is for my comfort and pleasure.
Dennis found the greater djinn's words having a great impact on him. With each
proclamation she felt a wave pass through her being, eroding what was there.
Changing, moving, reshaping the being known as Denise. The fear she felt was
gone replaced by a feeling of belonging, of safety and happiness. And what is
more, she began to feel the first stirrings of desire.
Denise shook her head and opened her eyes to find Fazir staring at her. She
blushed and brushed a wayward lock of hair behind one of her ears. Glancing
back up she found Fazir staring at her still. She looked away, secretly pleased
that Fazir should spend so much attention on her. Finally, she managed to
compose herself enough to think straight.
"What do you desire of me my master?" She asked the greater djinn.
Fazir smiled, "You shall inspect my new household and make it ready for me. If
you find something amiss, use the ability you have as a lesser djinn to make it
right. I shall go to announce my return to the djinn council and declare my
household."
Denise felt her heart sink at the news that her master would be leaving her. She
recognized that society placed demands on her master and on her as well. Fazir
would return soon enough and she had much to do to make his new home
pleasing for him.
As Fazir strode into the mist surrounding his new home Denise walked toward
the house. Perhaps, if she were to make his home pleasing for him, she would
be favored with the chance to please him herself.
Denise smiled and planned for her future.
The end
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