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Note: This story has some heavy sex. Like the movie Romeo & Juliet (1968) it fits. If because of laws, age or religion you should not be reading this then don't. If you are just looking for sex just read the first part. Don't go beyond her waking up. The magic is magic and works the way I say it does. Just Another Genie Story By shalimar I was taking another vacation alone. Again Marsha, my wife of 10 years did not want to come along with me. It is getting to be a habit, and on this vacation that is the main thing I have to think about. I believe that our marriage is finished. I tried to be a loving husband, but it is tough being the loving husband when you want to be the wife in the relationship and you can't even tell your own wife about it. I guess that it wasn't meant to work out. At least we don't have kids so when we do make an official break of it the kids won't get hurt. While I'm here I'll start on female hormones. I have a doctor's appointment for tomorrow. A man shouting at me in this Mexican resort interrupted my musing. "Buy this lamp!" he exclaimed. His 5' 8" 150 pound frame was wearing a caricature of the 1940's version of what a Mexican male wears: large sombrero, moustache, long sleeved white shirt, and white pants. Both the shirt and pants had fringes on the side. "Why would I buy an Aladdin's lamp 'made in Mexico'?" I asked as I picked up the lamp to inspect it. "Dou you think I'm a wet behind the ears gringo?" "You buy it because it works. Like the story you get what you want. Guaranteed." "And are you selling bridges today?" "There are no bridges in Acapulco. Money back guaranteed. I've used it, and I'm a happy man with a happy wife and happy children." "Where would I find you if I wanted to, say, get my money back?" I was fascinated by what this man said so far. "Here's my card." He gave me the card, which said his name was Juan Manuel Perez and gave an address nearby. "You want you money back? You give me dollars, I give you dollars. You give me pesos, I give you pesos. You give me plastic, I give you plastic. You give me rubber, we play basketball. What do I call you, wet behind the ears gringo?" "Larry" It is only 50 pesos." "20" "You cut deep into my profit. So deep it's a loss. 40" "30" "You would do it, maybe, for 35?" I was going to bargain some more, but something said I shouldn't. I shut my mouth and paid the man. He handed me the lamp. Underneath it said, "heche en Mexico." I laughed thinking I was conned. When I turned back around to discuss this with Juan Manuel he had disappeared. The brass that made the lamp was probably worth about 35 pesos. It would look good with my collection of trinkets. I continued shopping in the main shopping center. I would look at some of the dresses and skirts and wondered how I would look in them. I so desperately wanted to be female that I half hoped the lamp wasn't a fake. One of the women in one of the stores noticed me. She came out and said, "Maybe you would like to buy something today. You would look pretty in them tomorrow." She was about 5' 3" weighing about 130 and wearing an "A" line dress with layers of ruffles that ended just below her knee. It looked typically "Mexican". I looked at her with a quizzical look on my face. I then noticed the address of the place. It was the same as the card that Mr. Perez gave. "If not today, my husband said you will stop by and buy some things tomorrow. Make you look even prettier than you are or at least will be tomorrow. You will see." Her comments scared me. I held my lamp tightly against my chest and left the storefront in a hurry. Although I continued to window shop, the only thing I bought that day was the lamp. I took my prize back to my hotel room. In the room I dutifully rubbed the lamp to prove it was a fake. To my surprise a gray cloud came out of its spout. As the cloud rose I stepped back several feet, frightened. The cloud coalesced into a well built man about 5' 11" with strong, but not overly strong muscles. His back was to me. He turned around and found me. His build was imposing. He must have seen my fear. "Ah, there you are, master. It is I who should be afraid of you for I am the slave of the lamp and must obey your wishes." Those words reduced my fear of him. He had black wavy hair and trimmed beard. His shirt top was just a brown vest with no buttons. He was also wearing the "usual" flared green pants and brow slippers that pointed up at the toe. It was typical of what a "genie" wears. If I didn't know better I'd think this was a Hollywood plot. "What are your wishes?" he demanded. His voice was commanding which again increased my fears. "Wwishes?" I stammered. Here I was about to get my greatest wish and I was afraid of the one giving it to me. "I am the slave of the lamp, master. What are your wishes? Please master, I will grant you your wishes if only you ask for them." His voice was calming, but he was persistent. "I didn't know this was a real magic lamp." "What are your wishes?" he demanded again. Again he sounded threatening. My fear grew again. He noticed my fear again and assured me that he was only here to serve me. "I don't know yet. Yes I do, but I don't know how to phrase them yet. How many do I get?" "The usual, 3" I looked around the room to see if Alan Funt and crew were there. "What are you looking for, master?" "The 'Candid Camera' crew." "What is camera?" "Something that makes a picture of what is in front of it. So you ARE real." "Of course I'm real. At least as real as a genie can be. What are your wishes?" he used a more pleasant voice to calm me further. "May I ask some questions? It might help me decide how to ask what I want. I realized that all he was asking for was to grant my heart's desire: to be female. "Yes, of course." "May it be a multiple wish, such as changing sex, race, hair color, age, and such at the same time?" "That could be arranged." "Can I phrase the wish in such a way that no one will get hurt by the wish? If it does, can I revise the wish without the first counting as a wish?" "I've never encountered that before. No one has ever cared what the wishes did to anybody else." After thinking for a while he said, "Yes, you may." "Can you help me with the wish?" "If you want me to phrase it properly, I can make suggestions. Other than that I cannot suggest any way to improve the wish. However, the wish has to be your own. If you do not take my suggestions it is your wish." "At the third wish may I ask for three more or something like that?" "No, three and then I'm gone." "Where to?" "Back to the lamp. Except for granting wishes from time to time I have been in the lamp since Egypt was the only civilization." "That's too bad. You deserve to enjoy life. At least you don't age." "That and trying to help my fellow man are the only advantages of being in this lamp." "You are human?" "I was in Egypt. I think I still am." "If you had a choice would you want to go back into the lamp or stay outside?" "Stay outside." "Then I will be slow with my wishes." "If you wish." "As long as that doesn't count as a wish." "I do not trick people. If the wish is worded poorly I have to guess. You might consider that a trick, but I have to make do with the material I have." "I understand. Could I ask you to tell me where the wish is not clear? And where you have to guess and not have the wish count until it is explained to you enough for you to do the wish right?" "That could be arranged." "Is there anything I should know about the wishes? Could I bring back the dead? Could I have someone killed? Could I help someone with Alzheimer's or autism?" "The deceased are beyond my control. I will not cause anyone's death. Alzheimer's and autism are easy for me. I do not know of anything else that could be a problem. If there is a problem I will explain it to you." "I noticed you said you would not cause a death, yet you said you could or could not do other things." "Please don't ask me to cause another's death. It is the only thing that I am allowed that I won't do. Harm will come to me because of my refusal, but I would not do it." "Don't worry. I intended no harm to you or anyone else. I was curious, that's all. I think I am ready to write down my wishes and then make my requests." After writing down my first wish I said, "If this wish hurts someone don't grant me it and tell me who and how it hurts that person. If any part of the wish is unclear tell me how the wish is unclear. Also don't grant me the wish until I have explained the wish. Instead of me being male, 32 years old, I wish to be a woman, 20 years old. I want to be as much a woman as if I was born that way complete with periods and the ability to get pregnant. My shoulder to breast-length hair is a combination of blond, black, brown and red coloring shading into each other in such a way that my hair seems to have highlights of color with no streaking and each hair strand a different color. I have hazel eyes that are slanted in the Mongolian style. The hazel part is from double easel of both green and brown eye color. I am 5' 5" and wear size 3 clothes, although sometimes the fit is such that I wear a 4. My shoe size is also a 4. Those are US woman's sizes. I have the proper clothes, makeup, jewelry, and other accessories on me, with me on this vacation and at my home. I work as a high priced fashion model and get paid extremely well. This is a real modeling job, not a prom queen or other employee of the so-called hard-core sex industry. I even have a chance to be on the cover of one of the more important magazines such as Cosmopolitan or Vogue. I act like a woman and think like a woman including but not limited to knowing what to expect from a man, my menstrual cycle, how to care for my body, how to do cosmetics, how to dress, how to do domestic chores, how to take care of my self both as a woman and as a model. I also know how to deal with sex. My sexual orientation is definitely heterosexual, but I have been minutely curious about the possibility of a lesbian relationship. I am an excellent housekeeper and an excellent cook. In addition to my present memories as what I am now, I also remember growing up as a girl and then as the young woman I wish to be. My name is Laura Annette, and most people call me Laura. Some people call me Laurie or Laura Ann. I own my home near my present wife to whom I am not married to." "The problem with that wish is that it hurts your wife. Most of the time she would be alone during those years you were married, and you two would not have know each other. Your relationship may be bad now, but not knowing her is worse for her. She has had few boyfriends during that time. The relationships were very bad. One even beat her so badly that she would carry the physical and mental scars for life. She would always believe that she is missing something good in her life. That something would be you." "Hummmmmmm," I said, thinking. "So I'm not as bad for my wife as I think I am. I have to get my needs and help her at the same time." After several minutes of thinking I said, "How about I add that my wife is married to my older brother, Larry, who is genetically identical to me except that he got dad's Y chromosome and I got daddy's X and also the changes that I asked you before will ask you for now. Everything is the same with them as with my wife and me now except the following. He doesn't want to be a girl. He is the CEO of a profitable multibillion- dollar company that he started. The relationship between Larry and Marsha is one of extremely close, loving partners. They have three wonderful children, 2 boys, 8 and 2, and a girl, 5. Marsha is pregnant with a fourth child that will be a girl. These children are happy and healthy and bright. They are or will do well in school and also do well in school and in later life. I own 5% of the business because my parents gave a good part of the start up money and then gave me a percentage of their share. Because of my age, most of the money that I get from the company is in a trust fund that is administered by my parents. I own the home that my wife and I now own. Larry and Marsha gave me that house as a present when they moved to their mansion in the rich section of town. In addition to other relationships I have as a result of the change I am a good friend with both my brother and sister- in-law. Would that satisfy the problem?" "Yes. Are you ready for the wish?" "Are there any other problems?" I thought for a while to make sure I didn't leave out anything and then said, "Go ahead with my wish." In a blink of an eye I was standing in a white "A" frame dress with spaghetti straps that led to just above my breasts. I sensed their presence. The dress's hem ended about 2" above my knees. I felt my hair around my made up face and shoulders. When I lifted my perfectly polished nailed hand to feel and see my hair I discovered a different color in each strand like I asked. I noticed I had shimmering rose nail polish. I had white shoes that had leather straps on the top part and had 3" heals. I looked at the genie and was amazed how gorgeous he looked. As I starred at him I felt my nipples get pointy and hard and my vagina get wet. I noticed that below his great looking chest and abdomen muscles was a bulge from his that was getting bigger. As I starred I realized I wanted him to take me. "Wow!" The genie said as his eyes were popping out of their sockets. "You're beautiful." I was thinking the same about him as I assessed his assets. Then our eyes met. I was mesmerized. I felt like a fly caught by the flame. I swayed closer to him. The swaying was part natural, part intentional to act and look sexy, and part my body wanting to be taken. When we were close I looked into his dark brown eyes, puckered my lips and let him kiss me. As he kissed me he pulled me closer to him and I melted to his shape. He put his hand on my face. Then his hand went onto my shoulders. Those hands kept on moving up and down my arms, which excited me greatly. His left hand ended on my left breast and his right expertly pulled down the zipper of my dress. Gently he pulled down the straps over my shoulders. When it fell I stood there in my panties, but no bra, as it was part of the dress. I didn't feel naked in front of him. Instead I felt loved, sexy and a love for him. He must have had similar feelings for me because he picked because he picked me up, put me on the bed and followed me in it. He touched my breasts and lightly massaged them. He started to massage them stronger, then he went up to my neck and down to my tummy. Repeating this while stopping at my breasts for a while each time he got lower and lower until he got to my inner thighs. Somewhere during that time I let out a gasp from the pleasure he was giving me. I was higher than a kite and getting higher with more gasps and some moans from me. He then put one nipple in his mouth. Most of the breast was swallowed. The negative pressure on it felt very good. I don't mind that my breasts are small. They say more than a mouthful is waste. While he did this he had one had on the other breast and the other hand rubbing between my legs, stopping momentarily at my crotch then moving on, giving a hint of the pleasure to come. Eventually he switched hands and mouth. As he was doing these things to me I put my head on his shoulders and kept massaging his gorgeous chest muscles. He tugged at my panties and I arched to let him get them off completely. As he was doing this I kept massaging his chest and back. I had finally got to his pants. I helped him take them off. As I stared at it, I pulled on his penis as he put his fingers on the lips of my vagina. The fingers stayed on the outside for a delicious while and then came further in me eventually finding my hot spot. "Mmmmmmmmm," I murmured. I repeated that over and over. I was in Heaven. I drew that penis to my opening and helped it rub the outside of my vaginal lips until I was so excited I couldn't take it any more. I let him slide completely into me, which was the greatest pleasure I ever had up to that time. As my legs wrapped around his I felt the rhythm of his movements and I followed in a wiggly motion. A few minutes later I felt myself climax, and then again. And again. I herd me yell out "YES!" over and over again. I must be a screamer. I repeated myself during every organism. As I was cumming the fourth time I felt his spray hit my cervix. The warmth of it felt good inside me. He fell into my arms and laid on top of me while I still wiggled a bit until he was too small to stay in me. He rolled over on his back. I laid there a few seconds holding my vagina up in the air trying to keep his sperm in me when I realized that I was in the middle of my menstrual cycle. And this hour plus of fun could have me taking care of someone for about 20 years. The prospect of having his child was pleasing to me, but not for now. I grabbed a tissue, pressed it on my vagina, got up and went to the bathroom and let the semen flow out of my new hole. While I was there I noticed how beautiful I was in the mirror. Better make that gorgeous. I walked back to the bed smiling and I lay down on the bed with my head on his shoulder muscle. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up first and discovered that I was not only on his shoulder, but my leg was on top of his member. I wanted to have sex with him again, but I realized that I wanted this man more permanent than just this one time. I had to talk to him about it. "Hi, Laurie," he said when he woke up. "I'm not supposed to do that with a wisher unless it is a wish. I really couldn't help myself. You're now so beautiful and sexy. In case you're wondering, I did enjoy it and want to do it again." "I was thinking about that also. I told him as I cuddled closer. I want you, but more than just for today. I think that you want me too. Tell me is that true?" "If the truth be known I want you and would try to keep you if I could, but after the third wish I would be gone." "Why?" "You know why." "It has to do with the 3 wishes?" "Yes." Suddenly it dawned in me. "You said you a slave to the lamp. When it is time for you to give me my third wish you must return to the lamp." "That is a problem I cannot overcome." "Even though you want me and want me to belong to you, you belong to the lamp." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes, I'm afraid that is so." "I have an idea. Can I wish for your powers?" "You would end up in the lamp." "With you?" I was hopeful. If I could be with him I would be willing to be a slave if the lamp. It wouldn't be ideal, but it would be worth the price. "No, I would be free, but you would be the slave of the lamp." "Would you still have your powers?" "No, once I am free I will no longer have these powers." "There has to be a way around this," I said thinking out loud. "How about I get the powers and I add that I am free of the lamp?" After thinking he said, "That could be arranged." "Could I then free you from the lamp?" "Sure, but I would never have any powers again. I would like these powers if possible. If I could continue to have them I could do things for others as I have for thousands of years. That is one thing I have learned in the lamp, doing for others." "Could I add that your powers remain intact?" He grew silent for what seemed an awfully long time. He finally said, "The rules allow it." "Then I have to word the 2 wishes properly so that I can get what I want and still be able to give you what you need." I spent the next half hour writing down what I wanted, crossing out parts and rewriting the wishes. He was very helpful in wording the wishes. I knew that he was going to get out of these wishes as I was. It gave me pleasure to know that I would be able to give to someone who has been giving for what was to me an eternity. Finally I was ready. "Wish number 2. If this wish hurts someone then tell me who and how this wish hurts that person or persons. If this wish is unclear tell me how. Also don't grant me the wish until I have corrected the problem or problems. I want the power to grant wishes. I will also know how to use these powers that I am about to receive. I am, however required to make sure nobody gets hurt, and that other than to give a wish to myself or an emergency, that an actual wish is made. There doesn't have to be a formal wish as long as there is consent by the wisher. The exception to the restrictions is to save a life or stop violence. Any wish could be to anyone including you or me. I am not restricted to the number or even if I grant the wish. In addition I am not a slave to the lamp or anything or anyone. This doesn't prevent me from freely giving of myself." "Laurie, your wish has been granted as you also have my powers, yet you are free of the lamp." "My third and final wish: If this wish hurts anyone then tell me who and how this wish hurts that person or persons. If this wish is not clear tell me how. Also don't grant me the wish until I have corrected the problem or problems of the wish. I wish that you were free from the slavery and confines of the lamp. Despite this you retain the powers that you had before with the following changes: you may grant one or more wishes to anyone that you want to give them to including you and me. You are not restricted to the number of wishes or even being required to grant a wish. There doesn't have to be a formal wish as long as there is consent by the wisher. However, you are required that nobody gets hurt. You may save a life or stop violence with a need for a wish or to make sure no one gets hurt. You are not a slave to the lamp, or anything or anyone. This doesn't prevent you from giving freely of yourself. As partial proof of what I just said, you may stay with me or leave, including but not limited to where you sleep tonight and in the future. You will keep the lamp as a memento. You or I may put someone else into the lamp we feel needs to learn an important lesson that being in the lamp would give. We will do this with the advice and consent of Juan Manuel Perez or his wife or both. This advice and consent will continue until his and her deaths." "The genie then put his arms around me and exclaimed, "Thank you, thank you! I am finally free! Yes, I would like to stay with you. I now have a great life. I now have my freedom and you, Laura, are with me." He then gave me a great hug. The squeeze was almost painful, but still enjoyable. I then knew I had made the right decision by becoming a woman. It made me happy that I was becoming his woman. I played with is hair and beard as I pressed myself closer to him and told him, "I was hoping you would say that. By the way, what is your name?" I can't just gall you genie." "I have forgotten what I was called thousand of years ago." "How about Eugene," I suggested. "Eugene...Smith. Some people call you Gene. I know it is close to what you were a few minutes ago, but only you and I will know the true story behind your name." "I like it. From now on I am EUGENE SMITH," he said with pride. "Then look on the dresser. You will see your wallet." He put my hand in his and walked over to the dresser. As I put my arm around his waist and my pussy on his behind he opened his new wallet and saw his driver's license with is name on it. There were a few credit cards and some money both Mexican and US. "I hope you don't mind that I put my address as yours on the driver's license," I told him. "Even better. I don't think I want to live any place else. By the way, what is a 'driver's license'?" "Something that allows you to drive a motorized vehicle, a car." "I don't know what a car is. How can I drive one?" "Allow me to wish you the knowledge." "Okay" As I gave him the knowledge and skills of an experienced driver, he turned around and kissed me. I opened my mouth and let his tongue in. We had sex again. Again I came a few times. Again I screamed. Again I tried to have his child. And again I realized what I was doing. I did what was needed to prevent pregnancy, but it seemed unimportant. After this sex I took a shower. He joined me and we explored each other's body while we leaned each other. As we were drying ourselves he said, "I'm getting hungry. How about we go to dinner?" "And then dancing?" "I don't know how to dance, at least the dances of this time period." "May I wish that you do?" Making wishes come true was getting easier for me. "That would be fun." After I used my powers so he knew how to dance, I made reservations at this nightclub near the hotel. I the conjured up some clothes for him including a nice double-breasted suit made of silk. He thought he looked great in it when he was dressed. I helped him with the tie, which I would now have to teach him how to put on. I then put on a black strapped silk knit dress that was purposely tight all over, excluding my legs. This time I included a bra, black. I expertly fixed my, did my makeup, and put on some perfume and jewelry. The jewelry included diamond studded earrings, and a thin gold necklace that had a quarter carat emerald hanging from it and some gold bracelets. Finally I put on black shoes with 3" heals. I did myself in record time, yet he still was waiting for me. Men! They don't know how much time a woman needs to look good. I hardly did until a few hours ago. The good news was that he was patient. He admired me as he saw me getting ready. I must have given him a good show. That pleased us both "You know," he said as he grabbed me into his arms, "if I wasn't so hungry I'd eat you up right here, right now." "I think I'd let you. It would be a wonderful way to go." I realized that I was smiling at him and then I kissed him. His tongue was in my mouth and mine was wrapped around his. Reluctantly we disengaged and he checked for his hotel key. Before we left I checked for mine in my purse and grabbed a white sweater in case the night got cool. He opened the door to our room and let me out. He followed me and put his arm around my shoulder. As we headed for the elevator I put my arm around his waist. By the time we walked the 3 blocks I had put on the sweater and was cuddling closer to Eugene. Only part of the reason I got close to him was to keep warm. At the nightclub we were given a table close to the dance floor. We ordered our food and talked for a while. He then took me on the dance floor. We stayed on the floor through sever dances, some fast, some slow. I enjoyed being twirled around by him in the fast dances, but putting my arms around him and melting into him was even nicer. When we got back to our table our food was already in their places. We talked while we ate. I noticed I was full after eating a small portion of my food. My eyes and tongue wanted to eat more, but my stomach rebelled at the large amount that I already ate. I also loved to hear him talk and tell me about himself and the people he granted wishes to. We danced some more, finished some dessert, which I could only pick at. A few hours ago that dessert would have been consumed in a few seconds. After that we danced some more. By the time we left the club it was after 3 AM. We walked around the town eventually walking on the road near the beach. We noticed the purple sky of the approaching dawn. I put my arms around his waist and he put his around my shoulders. We stood there watching the sunrise and sighing. After the sun rose enough to make the sky a light greenish blue, we kissed. We walked the one block back to the hotel and sat down on the concrete surrounding a decorative pool and fountain in front of the hotel. He had been quiet for over an hour. I was hoping that it was just his reaction to lack of sleep. He held my hands and looked into my eyes. "I know we just met," he said. Oh, oh, here's the letdown. "I admit it was lust at first sight," he continued. "But there are a number of things that endear you to me. Making sure that no one got hurt with your wishes is just one of them. I feel that I don't ever want to leave you. The only way that is possible is for a part of you to remain with me at all times. So I'm asking you to be my wife. That way a part of me will always be with me in my heart. Will you marry me, Laura, my love?" My worry turned into a smile, then to a grin and then I started to cry. He pulled me closer to him and held me as the happy tears came down my cheeks. After a while he asked, "Did I misinterpret your feelings?" "No," I said between sobs. "I want to be your wife. If anything I wish we were already married." "Is that what you really want?" "Yes," I cried. "Then I will make it so. When did you arrive in Acapulco?" "Yesterday...make that the day before." I said through sniffles. "The sun has risen." "How long is your vacation?" "Two weeks." "How about this. This is our honeymoon. We were married 2 days before you came to Acapulco. We will be here for a month. We have lived together for about six months and dated for a year before that. You and I love each other dearly which as grown constantly since we met and our love will continue to grow. We are in the Honeymoon Suit of this hotel. I am a close friend of your brother, Larry, who was best man at our wedding. Your sister-in-law, who we are also close to, was part of the wedding party. She accidentally introduced us. As you do, I also have a close relationship with your parents. Our memories and the memories of others of the wedding are as vivid as if we went through it. We will have the pictures of the wedding a reasonable time after we get back. My new in-laws took your wedding dress and my tuxedo to the cleaners where it was cleaned and put in packages for storage for further use by our family. Your brother's chauffer will pick us up at the airport with your brother, his wife and their children when we return. It will be a happy family reunion. "Sounds lovely. Let's do it." "Wish granted. Look at your ring finger." I did and noticed a 2 carat Marquee diamond engagement ring behind a simple gold band. He showed me the matching gold band on his ring finger. "Now if we are not physically together I always have a symbol of you and your love on my finger." "And I of you." We kissed. It was getting to be a habit I enjoyed. I closed my eyes for a minute and visualized myself in my wedding dress and then Eugene lifting my veil and kissing me just after we were declared husband and wife. It started as a soft loving kiss and ended very passionate. I didn't want to let him go. I also remember how nervous I was before I walked down the aisle. I open my eyes and looked at him. I noticed the stains of me crying on his suit. When I showed that I ruined his suit, he told me it is also a symbol of our love and that it will always remind him of when he proposed to me. We went into the hotel in time for the breakfast part of the "Bed & Breakfast" He had eggs, a croissant and some fruit. I just had some of the fruit. This time I was not surprised that I could eat so little. We went to our room, which was now on the top floor of the hotel and had a breath taking view of the ocean. After admiring the view with him I put on a sexy nightie and pulled down the sheets of the heart shaped bed. I shouldn't have bothered with the nightie. It was off in less than 2 minutes. Needless to say I had a few orgasms and wasn't too good about preventing pregnancy. Why should I? I have a wonderful husband whose babies I want to have. Later that day we went swimming. I wore a bikini and he had tight trunks. They left little to the imagination. The girls admired him and the boys gave me the usual look over, but soon they knew that we were a couple. The only bad part about the swim is that I had to wish him to know how and remove his fear. With crocodiles one doesn't swim in the Nile. The rest of the honeymoon we swam in the ocean and hotel pool took walks on the beach and in town, had dinner in the best restaurants and took a boat ride around the island. We had dinner with Juan Manuel and his wife, Maria, several times. She gave me a private showing of the clothes in her shop and I bought a few outfits including a dress like the one she was wearing when I met her. We eventually become close friends. Maybe that's why they were at our wedding. When we arrived at the airport back home I saw Marsha and myself, that is Larry, with their 3 children. My, nephew, Paul, and my niece, Raquelle, let go of their father's hand and ran to Gene and me when they saw us. When they caught us they gave us a hug around our legs and asked to be picked up. I took Rocky and put her on my side. Her little legs were poking out of her skirt and around my tummy and her hands were around my neck. Paul was easily picked up by his new uncle and saw above everyone's head. Little Stevie in his mother's arms pointed and shouted "there" as he bent over in a right angle trying to get us. Eugene and I gave the 2 runners kisses as we got closer to the rest of the family. Then little Stevie got his kiss, but my greatest hugs and kisses were for Marsha and Larry. As I had joyous tears in my eyes I noticed Marsha had a sparkle in her eyes. "I missed my Laura." she told me. "Oh, Marsha," I said to my former wife. I missed you too." She was also crying and glad to get her young friend back. I felt a longing for her, but differently than when we were married. It was at this point that Stevie touched his mom where his new sister was growing and then me in the same place. "No, no baby," I told him. Maybe soon." I wish I did get pregnant on our honeymoon. It was a minor disappointment. It took another 3 months. We walked over to the luggage carousel. There my brother's chauffer took the luggage tickets from Gene and me. It was Rob, but I remembered that my brother insisted that I call him Robert in public places. The Rob I knew was a black, happy-go-lucky, friendly and charming alcoholic that I befriended at the soup kitchen that I volunteered at. This one was not only sober, a rare condition for the pre-genie reality, but was in excellent physical shape as if he worked out in a gym. I then remembered that he did do work outs and did some heavy labor for my brother. In this reality he was a football star from a small college who wasn't good enough to be in the pros. He took the job because of Larry's home gym including the swimming pool, which I also enjoy. There was another incentive for Rob. Larry insisted and paid for Rob to finish his college education. It wasn't an option for Rob, and Rob appreciated that. Because of what Rob learned and Rob's intellect Rob became Larry's closest advisor and a member of the company's board of directors. Larry in return allowed Rob to be an investor in Larry's and the company's other projects. This made Rob a very rich man. Rob stays out of loyalty. It also helps that the family cook is his wife and that there is room for a second family in that mansion. "Welcome. Miss Laura, and Mr. Gene...I mean Mr. and Mrs. Smith." "Thank you, Robert." I knew that I had to be formal here and wait until we got home for the hug that this beautiful hunk of a man would give me. We rode the 12 miles to our home. We talked about inconsequential things as we traveled. Part of the time I was thinking that the sparkle in Marsha's eyes was something that was missing in her for the past 5 years of our marriage and rarely seen during the 3 years previous. I had forgotten that she had it almost every day during the first 2 years of our marriage. When we finally got home we gave hugs and kisses to each member of my family as Eugene and I got out of the car. Rob took the luggage and a shopping bag out of the trunk and brought them into the house. "What's in the bag?" Asked Gene. "Colleen said that you should have a home cooked meal and should not have to bother going shopping for it as the first thing you do when you get home. So she whipped up one of her specialties that she knows that the two of you like. She also gave the 2 of you this." He gave me a hug and a kiss. After hesitating he gave the same to Gene. "And this is from me." Again the hug and kiss for both of us. Colleen? In the other reality she was one of the main reasons that I went to Acapulco. It happened a few days before I went to Mexico. At that soup kitchen Robby and I were talking to each other when he noticed Colleen, a pretty redhead born in Ireland, was alone, crying and hiding her eyes. He told me what he saw and then said that he wishes he could take care of her so she would not have to be a prostitute for that horrible pimp. Peter. I noticed she had some fresh marks of a beating that we assumed her pimp gave her. I insisted that we go over and talk to her. Rob was scared. "You are a good man," I told him. "Just because you lean too heavily on the bottle doesn't mean that you can't help. All we might have to do is listen. That could be all the help she needs tonight. And if it's more we'll do what we can." After some more discussion he finally agreed and we went over to her and sat down on both sides of her. We each held one of her hands. "You are willing to hold the hand of someone who has the monster?" "What is the monster?" I asked innocently. "AIDS" she whispered. "Come on, Colleen, talk to us," Robby said. She was crying for a while and then she spoke. "I went to the hospital ER because I wasn't feeling well over the last few weeks," she said through sniffles. "The doctors drew blood and then told me that I had AIDS antibodies. I went home and cried in Peter's arms. When I had enough composure to talk I told him what the doctors found. He gave me this beating." She showed us some of the black and blue marks and some of the cuts. At that time, Joan, one of the other volunteers, was passing by. I asked Joan to give me the address of the Battered Woman's Shelter and then call them to let them know that we were coming down with a candidate. She insisted that we wait until she came back because she was going with us. While she was gone I told Colleen that I was not going to take "no" for an answer. She may now have AIDS, but she was not going to die at the hands of that bastard. A few minutes later Joan and Robby were sitting in the back seat with Colleen as I drove to the shelter. We helped her in and explained everything to the woman in charge who assured us that they will do everything they can to help her. Assured that she was safely inside we left the shelter and went back into the car. I drove it a block away and pulled over to the side and parked. I screamed. "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, and then started to cry. As I regained my senses I noticed that Robby and Joan were holding my hands. I explained that for months I had pleaded with her to leave that bastard of a pimp before she had an incurable genital disease or was beaten to death. Now, just as I saw, she had one and nearly had the other. To me I had tried and failed. It was Robby who came up with the incredible wisdom at the time. "In this game of life you win some and you lose some. This soup kitchen where you help out the odds are stacked against you. Despite that you usually win, Larry. You may feel that you lost this one, but Colleen is still better off where she is than with that pimp of hers or out into the streets. You need to get detached from this loss, as you feel it is, and concentrate on the good you have done for her and at the kitchen." When we got back he suggested that I take a vacation. He mentioned Acapulco as that was one place that he had always wanted to go. "Are you going to the Kitchen tomorrow as you usually do?" Rob asked. "I don't think so," I told him. "When you were trying on some of Maria's dresses Juan told me that we had to go to the Kitchen when we got back," Gene told me. "Well...Alright," I agreed reluctantly. "Pick us up at the usual time." Gene and I were finally alone in our home together. The first thing we did was embrace. I pulled him into our bedroom and down on our bed and let him ravish me for the first time in our home. The first true time the other times including the first time as husband and wife were only made up memories even though they felt real. This made this time special. Later we ate the expertly made meal that Colleen had prepared for us. It was a fish dish she had brought from Ireland when she emigrated. I the started a laundry as Gene lit a fire in the fireplace. As it was cool in this part of the country this late in November the heat helped but the cuddling made me feel warmer. As the fire turned to embers Eugene took a very sleepy me to bed. It was the beginning of our normal routine of being husband and wife. At 3PM the next day Larry's limo pulled up to our home and honked. We were already ready. He wore a sports shirt and blue jeans. My jeans were red as well as my blouse. I made sure that I had the checkbook in my bag. Time was not the only ting we needed to donate. In the car were Marsha, Larry and the kids. Colleen and their daughter were there as well. Although the children would probably be playing more than helping we all felt they should cut their teeth on helping others. When we got to the Kitchen, Colleen and Rob delayed Gene and my entrance to the place. We didn't understand why until we entered and saw the big banner hanging from the ceiling. It said: "WELCOME BACK EUGENE AND LAURA ANNETTE SMITH" We looked around and saw people standing and applauding including most of those who ate there. But the biggest surprise was that Juan and Maria were there. We had left them in Mexico and expected not to see them for a while. After a few hours of congratulations and talking to other people we finally had the time to talk to our friends. "First of all, said Juan. "I would not have missed this party for the world, but the two of you need additional information." "We are sorcerers," said Maria. We had decided that it was time for Gene to leave the lamp." "You, Gene," said Juan. "Had served in the lamp for us since ancient Egypt. It was I who put you there so many centuries ago. You were a boorish man who took from everyone. My concern was to make you a giver. We think you succeeded." "I think you did," replied Gene. "For you, Laura," Maria continued. "We put into Robby's brain the idea to take a vacation, a very special vacation. We then enticed you with the wishes. We knew that you would change sex. Because of your loving nature we hoped and expected that you would do the right thing for Eugene and Marsha. We have been richly rewarded with our faith in you. Your wishes did more than we expected. Rob and Colleen are just 2 examples." Those wishes you got were your own and not something we forced on you," explained Juan. Now with your powers, the 2 of you are like us. Part of your future will be as our students." "In fact, lesson number 1 begins now," Maria told us. "See that woman eating alone and black and blue?" asked Juan. "Yea," I said to him. "Her name is Pamela," Maria told us. "In your pre-wish reality Pamela was a man named Peter. She is now a prostitute. She went to the hospital today because she was not feeling well. She found out that she had hepatitis. I don't know what type. It's unimportant to me. She was relieved that it wasn't a worse disease like AIDS. Her pimp beat her up when he found out. That is why she is holding her face." "Wow, what a proper punishment." "It is not for the punishment that we made him into a woman and a prostitute." "Our objective is to improve what we find around us. I hope that you will learn that lesson quickly. The prostitution and beating is only a means to greater things. You see Rob and Colleen are going to sit down with her and talk to her. They are going to insist that they take her to the Battered Woman's Shelter. There she will get well and start to work with other prostitutes to get them to straighten out their lives. With many she will succeed. One of them eventually becomes the wife of a US Senator. He will win the first election because she will be exposed. During the campaign the information will come out about his wife. He will explain that her work happened before he ever knew her. Although it bothered him when he first found out, he eventually realized that her other qualities outweighed her past. He will also tell the press that he who is married to her can forgive her past mistake and who is the press to denigrate her now. He will eve advertise Pamela's work as part of the news conference. The public will be very sympathetic to the 2 of them and give him a landslide victory." Just then Rob went over to Pamela. He talked to her for a while and then motioned Colleen to join them. The three of them talked for a long time. I noticed that Pamela constantly shook her head "no". Finally I noticed she gave a sigh and shook her head "yes" very slowly. Finally I notice Rob look around the room and came over to us and told us that they were taking Pamela over to the shelter in the limo and to let Larry and Marsha know. They were elsewhere at the time. "And above all, watch the kids." He walked away and then came back. "Its strange," he told us. "I get the feeling of deja vu." "More than you know, Rob," Marie told him. "More than you know." "So you see, Laura," said Juan. "Your wishes not only helped you, but others as well. You directly helped Marsha and Eugene. You created Larry and the three and a half kids. And indirectly you helped Rob, Colleen, Pamela and those Pamela will help. And finally you are responsible for creating Rob and colleen's girl." "Not bad for three wishes," I said. That's the story of my change and our honeymoon. On our anniversary Gene wears that suit with the stain on it. I look at it with pride that he would wear it to show his love for me. As I mentioned before I became pregnant 3 months later. We and our baby were on the cover of Parents magazine. The article said, "Models Now Model Parents". Larry took the picture on one of those new computer cameras. My relationship with Gene is more than just sex, although it helps. It is the companionship, friendship, trust and the willingness to do things together that helps cement our love. That love has grown tremendously over the ensuing years that made our love when we got married seem like infatuation in comparison. Our love produced a large family. Because of its size we had to move into a mansion near my brother's home. The children are able to play with their cousins who sometimes baby-sit. Family is so important to us. Recently, one of our sons (we have 4 boys and 2 girls) plays with girls and girl toys a lot. I also noticed that he likes to dress up in his sister's clothes, although he doesn't know that I know these things about him. Like Mother, like son, I guess. Soon I will talk to Eugene about him. I want to do the right thing for our child, but that's a different story. The end This could be the basis of a new universe. I give you permission to use the characters. There are certain rules that I insist on: 1. Do no harm. In fact find a way that most of the characters are better off at the end than at the beginning. 2. If you put someone in the lamp before I do that character can be used by anyone writing the story. 3. For 1 year after this is posted do not change the kid. He's mine. 4. You do not change the basic character of anyone that I have created.