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Djinn Game IV
By Ellie Dauber
(c) 2004
Harry Jerome pulled the car over to the side of the narrow dirt road.
"I don't think this is the right road, Mr. DelFino."
Tommy DelFino leaned forward from the back seat. "What're you talking
about? The map says this is the way to the hotel." His company, DelFino
Investments, owned 30 percent of Coral Breeze, a popular resort
complex. DelFino had decided to spend a long weekend checking out his
investment -- and its female clientele.
"Didn't you say I should drive for five miles after we got off Rt. 119?
The road was supposed to open onto the Coast Highway."
"You got it; it's right here on the map. What's the matter with you?"
Harry could hear the sound of rustling paper.
"I've driven almost ten miles. There's no sign of the highway, and
there's nothing ahead but a section of beach."
"You must've done something wrong; turned left when I said turn right."
"I've been following your directions exactly."
"Yeah, sure. I don't know why I ever hired a wuss like you to drive for
me."
Harry clenched the wheel with both hands. 'You hired me as your
executive assistant,' he thought, 'not as your personal slave.' Aloud
he asked, "May I see the map?"
"Listen, you fag, I spent two hitches in the Guard. You telling me I
don't know how to read a map?"
"I thought I could see where _I_ went wrong."
DelFino had been insulting Harry since the day he hired him. The way
the economy was going, Harry tried hard to ignore it. The eight months
he'd spent unemployed before he met DelFino had taught him patience, if
nothing else.
DelFino looked out the window. "We're on a hill. Let's take this
outside. You can spread the map out on the hood and look for
landmarks."
"I'd rather stay inside if you don't mind. It's kind of windy out
there. It'll be easier to work the map in here."
The rear door opened. "Now he's afraid of the damned wind. Get out of
the car, you pansy."
He climbed out without giving Harry a chance to argue. By the time
Harry had gotten out and walked around to the other side, DelFino had
the map opened. It was catching the wind like a sail.
"Here, flake, you take it."
Harry reached for the map. At that moment, the wind gusted. It tore the
map out of DelFino's hand and lofted it like a kite. "Shit," DelFino
said. "Now look what you did."
Harry sighed and chased after it. DelFino followed. Harry was a slender
man in his early twenties, who ran three times a week. DelFino was
almost two decades older; he was larger, built like a wrestler, but
with a well-developed beer belly. He soon fell far behind his employee.
The wind was playing with the map, lifting it to treetop heights before
it swooped down like a hungry bird, almost touching the ground. Now the
wind carried it out onto the beach. Harry speeded up, having no wish to
follow the map into the ocean. If that was where the map went, Harry
knew that DelFino would expect him to follow.
The map swooped low. Harry saw something shiny sticking out of the sand
tight where the map was heading. "Get it, please," he whispered, a sort
of plea to the object -- whatever it was -- as he ran. "Have a spike, a
sharp edge, anything to catch that damned map."
The object had something. The wind all but pushed the map towards the
object. It ripped wide as it impaled itself on what looked like a horn
at one end. Harry ran over and crumpled the map around the object
before the wind ripped it loose.
"Thank heavens," he said and started walking back to the car.
He'd walked about thirty feet by the time DelFino caught up with him.
"Took you long enough to catch that thing," he said, gasping for
breath. "What the hell's it wrapped around?"
"I didn't look," Harry answered. He carefully pulled back a piece of
the map, trying not to tear it any more. The object was brass, some
kind of candle holder. No, it was... "A lamp," Harry said in surprise.
"Like something out of the Arabian Nights."
"Yeah, and I suppose if you rub it, a what-ya-call-it... a genie'll pop
out." He laughed. "Kid, you're even dumber than you look, and that's
saying a lot."
"I didn't say it was magic," Harry said defensively. "I just thought it
was an interesting looking piece of brass. I think I'm going to keep
it."
"Keep it. Marry it. I don't give a damn. Just find the way to the
hotel, or you'll need to hock it to eat. You understand me, fruitcake?"
He turned and headed for the car, now several hundred feet away.
"Yes, sir." Harry folded the map as best he could and crammed it into a
pocket of his jacket. He brushed some clumps of moist sand off the lamp
and began to push it into another pocket when...
The lamp began to "thrummm!"
Harry almost dropped the lamp. A thin stream of greenish smoke flowed
slowly out of the nose of the lamp. Rather than rise skyward, the smoke
hung a few feet above the ground, forming into a thick cloud.
Gradually, the cloud of smoke assumed a humanoid form.
"Greetings, my Master," the cloud said. It was now a slender man in
green robes, his skin a darker shade of the same green.
"Who the... what the hell are you?"
"I, Master, am Ishaq, a princeling of the Green Djinn. You have freed
me from my prison of a lamp, and I shall repay you with the granting of
three wishes."
DelFino ran over to the pair. "That man works for me. Those wishes are
mine."
"What my Master has done to earn his bread matters not," Ishaq said.
"He freed me from the lamp which he still holds. The wishes are his."
"Give me that thing, you little pansy." DelFino pushed Harry in the
chest.
Harry stumbled backwards, half falling half stumbling down the hill
back towards the beach. His only thought was to hold onto the lamp, if
only because DelFino wanted it. He landed on his butt, and when he
looked up, he saw DelFino running towards him.
The older man had found a branch -- a piece of driftwood, maybe --
about three feet long. He was waving it menacingly as he ran.
Harry scrambled to his feet, moving backwards. He stepped into the
water. "Help me, Ishaq. Help me."
"Is that your wish, Master?" The green man was suddenly next to him,
sitting cross-legged about three feet off the ground.
"Yes! Yes, I wish you to help me, to keep Mr. DelFino from hurting me."
"Done." The djinn made an odd gesture with his right hand.
DelFino froze in place. A cone of silver energy surrounded him. 'He
looks like a bug in a glass,' Harry thought. Inside the energy cone,
DelFino began to move again. He planted his feet and pushed against the
cone with his whole body. When that didn't work, he began pounding it
with his fists. Nothing worked.
"He cannot harm you, Master. He will remain within in that band of
energy until you order me to release him." Ishaq chuckled unpleasantly.
"Or until he dies."
"Dies? I-I never wanted him to die. I?ve thought about it, but I never
really meant it. I still have two wishes left, don't I?"
"You do, Master. What would you have me do with this one?"
"I've had it with all his snide remarks about my manhood. I wish for
you to change him... change him into a beautiful woman."
"What sort of beauty would you wish, Master?"
"What do you mean, umm... Ishaq?"
"Master, you are a son of Adam, a mortal human being. I am of the Green
Djinn, an immortal of the Plane of Fire. Can you not perceive that we
would have _very_ different ideas of feminine beauty?"
Harry thought for a moment. "Point taken. Go with the human..." He
remembered something. "Wait a minute. I've read stories about what
tricksters you djinn are supposed to be. Let's go with my idea of a
beautiful woman."
"That is your wish, Master, that I transform this one..." he pointed at
DelFino "...into your ideal female beauty?"
"Yes, and I mean my _current_ ideal, not what I might have thought when
I was five or what I might think when I'm 105 and senile."
Harry looked at DelFino, who was mouthing something that Harry couldn't
hear. From the expression on DelFino's face and the gestures he was
making, Harry suspected that the imprisoned man had heard every word
that Harry and Ishaq had just spoken. DelFino was pushing himself back
against the far wall of the energy cone, shaking his hands as if to
say, "No."
"Well played, Master, to word your wish as you have." Ishaq touched his
forehead as if in salute. Then he made a second odd gesture at DelFino.
The man in the cone _shimmered_. He shrank about six inches, his
clothes shrinking, so that they still fit. As he shrank, DelFino became
slimmer. His shoulders narrowed. The muscles in his arms melted away.
So did his rather respectable beer belly. His ham-sized fists became
much smaller.
DelFino's thinning, dull brown hair changed to a vibrant brown with
auburn highlights. It became fuller, as it grew down over his eyes,
past his neck, to pool around his shoulders, a mass of curls.
His square jaw softened. His face became heart-shaped, with high
cheekbones. His lips were thicker, with more of a permanent pout that
begged to be kissed. His nose straightened and shrank to an upturned
pug. His brown eyes were now green with gold flecks. He looked younger,
too. Perhaps no older than Harry.
Two breasts suddenly blossomed beneath DelFino's shirt. From the way
they pushed it out, Harry guessed that they were at least 36-D.
DelFino's hips were widening as well. His pants were tighter now,
around a narrower waist, and on down legs that had a much more girlish
set of curves to them. There was no bulge at the crotch.
Tommy "Bull" DelFino was now a woman.
And the changes weren't over. The sleeves of DelFino's suit jacket
disappeared, and it grew tighter as if becoming a vest. Shirt, vest,
and pants merged into a single garment that looked like an odd
jumpsuit. The garment altered, the pants flaring out and fusing
together. It became oddly mottled. In a moment, it was a flowing, knee-
length blue and yellow summer dress with a tight bodice and puffed
sleeves. The collar was low, showing the tops of her pillowy breasts.
DelFino's dark gray socks slid up his legs, becoming lighter, sheerer,
joining at the hips as a pair of almost invisible pantyhose. Black
oxfords whitened, losing their front as they grew a modest heel. They
were now a pair of low-heeled slippers the same blue color as the
dress.
There was polish on DelFino's fingers and toes. His lips were colored
with a pink gloss. There was blusher on his cheeks and mascara on his
lashes. The odors of aftershave and male sweat were gone, replaced by
the faint scent of lilacs.
Now the transformation was complete. DelFino was truly lovely. Harry
felt himself stiffen as he looked at her. "All right, Ishaq, you can
release her now." He grinned evilly, as the energy field faded away and
rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "This is gonna be _fun_."
DelFino's eyes went wide with disbelief and -- yes -- fear. Then her
expression changed. She closed her eyes and shook her head as if trying
to clear it. When she opened her eyes a moment later, she was crying.
She ran to Harry and fell to her knees in front of him.
"Begging for mercy, _Mr._ DelFino?" Harry asked cynically. "It won't
help you." His hand moved towards his zipper. "But as long as you're in
that position..."
DelFino looked up at him, her eyes full of tears. "Do... do whatever
you want to me, Harry. I d-deserve it for the horrible way I treated
you."
"Damn straight." His hand hesitated. There was something... something
so very compelling about the woman.
He was trying to understand his feelings, when she suddenly blurted
out, "I love you, Harry, love you with all my heart and soul."
He tried to laugh. "That should make it even more... even... more..."
He reached down and gently helped her to her feet. "I... I can't do it.
I... love you, too." He took her in his arms and kissed her, still
unsure of what was happening. He felt her arms around him, her body
pressed eagerly against his, as the kiss deepened from their new,
_shared_ need.
When they finally, reluctantly broke the kiss, Harry looked around. The
djinn was standing a few feet away, a satisfied grin on his face.
"You managed to trick me after all," Harry said. "I wanted to torture
her, to pay her back for all the pain and humiliation she caused me
when she was a man."
"Indeed, Master," Ishaq said. "And now you want to cherish and protect
her." He laughed. "Yet, how can it be otherwise. You wished her to be
your ideal woman, and what manner of man would not have his ideal woman
love him?"
Harry completed the thought. "And what man could help but love his
ideal woman? Regardless of who or what she had been."
"That, Master, is the cream of the jest. You truly love each other with
all your hearts, even though your minds tell you that you should not."
Harry thought for a moment. He was trained as a logic systems engineer,
even if no one was hiring. This was just the sort of puzzle he'd been
trained to solve.
"Okay, Ishaq, my final wish is that this woman has always been...
Mandy... Amanda DelFino, daughter of the owner of DelFino Investments,
and... as of yesterday, my loving bride."
The djinn laughed. "Very well played, Master. It has been a long time
since I came so close to meeting my match in such a game of Wits and
Wishes, as we call it." He made a sweeping gesture with both arms,
ending by pointing at Harry and... Amanda.
"I beat you," Harry said. He was feeling odd. He sat down next to
Amanda, as a wave of dizziness flowed over the pair of them.
"Did you, my _former_ Master?" Ishaq began to fade away. "If she has
_always_ been Amanda, then you have no memory of finding the lamp or
making any wishes. How can you say that you have bested me when you
have no memory of doing so?" As he finished, the djinn and the lamp
vanished.
Harry suddenly found himself sitting in a beach chair, looking into the
eyes of Mandy, his bride of one day. They were on the lawn of the Coral
Breeze Hotel. Her father was one of the owners of the hotel complex,
and their month-long honeymoon stay was his wedding gift.
"Are you all right?" she asked, gently running a finger along his
jawline.
He smiled at her. "Just a little tired. I... we... ah, didn't get a lot
of sleep last night."
"Maybe you should go lie down in the room for a bit."
"That might be a good idea." He stood and looked down at her. She was
wearing a short, blue and yellow robe over a very skimpy matching
bikini. "Care to join me?"
She raised her hand. He took it and helped her to her feet. "That might
be a good idea." She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "I think I
could use a nap just now."
Harry put his arm around her lovely, narrow waist. "And you'll have
one... eventually."
Now Mandy grinned. "Just so it's not too soon."
They joined hands and all but ran back to their cabana suite. As he
ran, Harry thought that he heard a deep baritone laugh, but no one
seemed to be around.
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