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The Wishes
(C) 2003 Nabiky S.
As I walked down the beach, I thought how tempting it would be to
just dive into the water and let the strong current pull me out
and drown me, but I was too much of a coward for something like
that. Life just sucked; I'd lost my job and my girlfriend. And as
if that just hadn't been enough, mom got hit by a drunk driver
and died after days of hard suffering, leaving me all alone with
no relatives left. In pure despair, I kicked down hard into the
sand.
A loud clunk made me halt. I looked down to where I'd kicked and
noticed something shiny. I bent down and dug around it until I
found it was just a glass bottle. I was most disappointed. Well,
I'd dirtied my fingers, so I picked the bottle up. It was most
unusually shaped and it looked like it contained thick white
smoke. As I put it down again, I accidentally touched the cork
ever so slightly. There was a loud 'pop' and it fell off, and the
smoke started to pour out of the bottle at amazing speed. I took
a step back, fearing the smoke might be poisonous.
The smoke just kept pouring out. It was simply too much smoke for
such a small bottle and the most intriguing thing about it was
that it wasn't touched by the wind. It was piling up in height,
too. I ogled at it, most baffled. Somehow the smoke was growing
thicker, like it was forming into a mass, a man high mass.
Suddenly, the smoke dropped straight down as if it were water,
leaving no trace whatsoever. A blond smiling man stood looking at
me in a most friendly manner. He stretched his arms and back a
bit like he felt a bit stiff.
He was clothed in a vest, spacey pants, funny curved shoes, and a
brown cap with a red tassel. If he'd worn a turban I'd have taken
him for a genie, but as I said, he had a cap. I stood there with
my mouth open.
"Thanks pal, I was starting to get desperate," he said.
"How did you get in there?" I asked, staring at the bottle.
"Oh, NO! I'm not falling for that one again," he said and gave me
a stern glance.
"Huh?" I replied, confused.
"Ok, I guess you weren't trying to fool me into the bottle
again," he said and smiled again.
"So, how did you get into it?" I asked, still staring. He twisted
a bit like the memory was painfully embarrassing.
"Well, a wizard's apprentice fooled me into it. I never saw it
coming..." He twisted uncomfortably again before he continued. "I
was making sure the Sultan learned all of the 1001 positions to
perfection first hand, but it was a lot trickier than I'd ever
imagined; the man was a moron. No, not a moron, can't insult
those intelligent people... Anyway, I was almost a nervous wreck
when I finally made it. His wish was fulfilled as the best and
most persistent whore in the whole city." He nodded rather
proudly.
"A simple apprentice?" I asked, baffled.
"The darn snake of an apprentice sneaked up from behind," he
said, looking embarrassed while he shook his head.
"Sneaked. Weren't you fooled?" I asked, wondering how on Earth
somebody could be stupid enough to be fooled into a bottle.
"Oh! Well... Yes, fine. I was fooled, the simplest darn trick in
the book and I fell for it; you don't need to use the salt," the
genie said, looking a bit insulted, like he felt a bit dumb over
the whole thing.
"So, then you are a genie!" I blurted out.
"Uh?... Yeah. So what?" he asked. He shrugged and suddenly both
looked and sounded a lot more confident.
"They always grant wishes when released," I said.
"No, look here, Sam... I can call you Sam, can't I?"
I nodded. After all, it was my name, but how...? Well, he was a
genie, wasn't he?
"Good... Well, you see; we don't do wishes, not since Aladdin
tricked a poor genie into making gold from a rather large amount
of lead. Boy, was Mother Nature pissed." The genie shook his
head.
"Oh," I said, disappointed. The genie looked at my sad face.
"Okay, Sam, I could give you some small ones, but within reason,"
he said. I felt my face shine right up.
"Could you restore my mom and give me plenty of relatives and
friends?" I asked.
"Well... The dead mom is a bit tough, but there could be a way
past that..." He nodded, thinking.
"A nice house and a really fat bank account?" I asked.
"Stop! Hold it... Remember Aladdin. I won't influence the economy
again; it would only mess things up," he said, looking troubled.
"Aha! So, it was you who got fooled by Aladdin," I accidentally
blurted out.
He really made a bad face over that, confirming my suspicion.
"I tell you what; how about a good job, instead?" he suggested,
wanting to quickly change the subject.
"Well, if I was really good at it and earned enough to be able to
put some money aside..." I said.
He nodded, liking the sound of it. "A house and a good job;
that's acceptable." he nodded and lifted his hands.
"Wait..." I begged.
"You want more?" he asked and looked surprised at me.
"Well, uh..." I looked down, scratched my foot in the sand and
felt my cheeks getting warm.
"Yes, do go on," said the genie. He looked most curiously at me.
"Um... I'd just like to look really good and have a much greater
sexual stamina. That's my last wish, I promise," I rapidly
explained, making the scout's honour sign.
"Male stamina, that's Mother Nature's field. She really doesn't
like when somebody changes her designs, especially that field...
Unless..." he said and got that thoughtful expression again.
"Oh... Shit, I really would have liked that one," I said a bit
disappointed, but still hopeful.
"Would you say that's a prime request?" he asked and looked
closely at me. He had something of the predator's look in his
eyes and it frightened me a little.
"Well... No, actually, but I would really appreciate that
ability," I said, twisting myself a bit and blushing deeply. His
face looked like he had to delete an idea he had really liked. He
frowned, almost disappointed, but just a few breaths later he
shined up again, clearly having an idea he liked.
"Well, if I were to change the past a tiny, tiny bit, then I'd
actually be able to almost fulfill all those wishes, but that
would only give you a large number of relatives from your
father's side. Do you understand and accept that?" he asked.
"Not really, but yes, it's most acceptable. You said a really
tiny change would give me all that?" I asked, curious.
"Yeah! That's the best of it, a spilled glass on the knee of your
real father," he said and smiled wide. He put his hand up like he
was going to pull a long beard on his clean-shaven face. He was
obviously proud of his idea, but his hand found only air. He had
a surprised look for a single second, then he rapidly put his
hand down again and reestablished his smile.
"You're replacing my alcoholic dad," I concluded.
"Bravo, you're intelligent; a man like him shouldn't have any
kids anyway,"
he said and smiled even wider.
"Well, I have no trouble with that," I said.
"Excellent!" he said eagerly. I got the impression he liked
fulfilling my wish a bit too much. "Stand back a step, please,"
he ordered and I obeyed.
A whirl of white mist surrounded me rapidly; it was like standing
in the middle of a sandstorm. My skin stung and I lost my breath
for a few seconds, then the mist dropped as suddenly as it
appeared. I could breathe again. 'Well, that was a spooky
experience,' I thought. I looked around after the genie, but he
was gone. Maybe I'd just had a daydream, but the glass bottle in
front of me made me wonder. I took a long step forward.
I rapidly noticed a lot of things: a clear double movement in my
chest region, some cloth hindering my legs full movement, and my
heel sunk deep into the sand. Naturally, I looked down, baffled.
Two pointy bulges on my shirt met my eyes first and I was wearing
a skirt. I almost screamed. I had tits and worse, there was no
bulge on the skirt where there should have been. My hands
confirmed rapidly what my eyes tried to tell me. The fucking
genie had turned me into a wide-hipped woman!
As I started the painstaking walk home in the very uncomfortable
high heels, I cursed myself for letting the evil genie out. I
held the bottle hard like I could strangle it. Somehow, I'd get
him down into it again; I just needed to find him. I stopped
outside a nice house. My feet didn't want to continue. I looked
up, noticing that this wasn't my home. I knew that, but my brain
stubbornly told me that it was. Shaking my head didn't help, my
brain kept saying 'home, my home, I'm home'.
Nervously, I pushed the gate open. A large swimming-pool lured me
to the side of the house.
"SURPRISE!" shouted a large crowd.
People climbed out from under tables, behind trees, doors and all
other places. I knew I'd never seen them before, but still
somehow, I knew them all as relatives and school friends. We'd
all gotten a law degree last week. A sound of breaking glass woke
me from my shock and I closed my mouth.
The genie had given everything I'd asked for, but in his own way.
I was a newly employed lawyer in a respected law firm. That was
the reason for the surprise party. People hugged me a lot and
suddenly my mom stepped up in front of me. She was alive. I knew
I would have sold my soul for that. A wide smile spread over my
face.
I almost cried for joy as I hugged her. Suddenly, she broke free
and took a step back. I knew that strained facial expression; she
had seen something she didn't like. I started to turn my head,
wondering.
A fat, vaguely familiar man walked up to my side out of the
corner of my eye, rapidly put his arm around me and placed a
disgustingly wet kiss on my chin. That was a real surprise and it
took a lot of my self-control just to keep smiling. But then he
slipped his hand to my rear and gave it a squeeze just as my mom
turned her head briefly.
I looked up in alarm to a nerdy, grinning face. I wanted to run;
I wanted to scream, but I kept hearing that same voice in my
brain saying 'my boyfriend, my boyfriend'. Then I felt a most
unexpected but VERY pleasant memory drop into place and it shook
me. I suddenly knew what the word stamina really meant and my
face got very red.
An old man with a long gray beard walked somewhat stiff-legged
through the entrance of a small nondescript shop with an oddly
named neon sign above the door, 'Spells R Us', stopping first at
the stoop to empty his shoes of sand. He nodded to his
apprentice, currently occupied sweeping the floor. His young
apprentice looked up and smiled.
"Enjoy your holiday?" she asked.
The old man stopped and stroked his beard absently, considering
his reply. "No, but it ended rather nicely. Next time get a
bigger room, you brat," he said, as he rolled his head to stretch
his stiff neck.
The End
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