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SYNOPSIS
Mark finds himself as the owner of a defective magic lamp. The genie is
able to grant him and his wife a single wish. What could possibly go
wrong?
Man! I Feel Like a Woman
(c) 2005 by ChumleyX
"It's flat, alright," Mark said in protest as he kicked the left front
tire. "Now how much do you think THIS is gonna cost us to fix, Jess?!"
Jessica brazenly shrugged. She leaned up against the side of their SUV
as the hot, dessert sun beat against her face. Beads of sweat began to
coalesce on her forehead.
Mark calculated aloud, "Well let's see. A new tire, a new rim, a
realignment, a new rotor... who knows?! I'm no fucking expert! That's
why I get ripped off every damn time I bring this hunk of crap into the
shop! I'm sick of this shit always happening to me!" Jessica attempted
to interject.
"Mark, yelling is not going to help anything," she said in a calm and
even tone. Usually she could pacify her husband, but with his recent
run of bad luck, she wasn't sure this time. Her uncertainty was
confirmed as he blatantly ignored her.
"Perfect! FUCKING perfect!" Mark screamed. "Stuck on a Nevada back road
that apparently WE were the only ones stupid enough to take. I haven't
seen another car for hours! Just once, ONCE, I'd like a small stroke of
good fortune." He waved his curse finger at the sky. "YOU HEAR ME,
LORD?!"
Mark's wife hated it when he took out his anger on God. She attempted
to divert his attention.
"I wonder what we hit anyway," she questioned with genuine curiosity.
"Whatever it was sounded like we knocked it off the road on impact."
She began to hunt around on the shoulder. "Want to help me find it?"
"I'm sure it was a metal car part. I heard it clank when the tire blew.
Does it even matter? Unless it was made of solid gold, I could give a
flying fuck." Mark was starting to calm down, although he continued to
speak uncensored.
He liked that about himself. He was your typical tough guy. Standing at
6'3", with broad shoulders and a brawny frame, he was a menacing
figure. But he was not unattractive. He had striking clear blue eyes
and he wore a perfectly trimmed goatee under his wide nose. His facial
hair helped draw attention from his bushy eyebrows and his receding
hairline. He was fast approaching his mid-forties and his doctor
desperately wanted him to shed seventy pounds. His obesity coupled with
his frequent bouts of anger were taking a nasty toll on his heart. He
ambled to the rear of the vehicle to remove the spare.
Jessica wandered off to the side of the road. Although a little
heavyset herself, she was a handsome woman in her early forties with
big hips that had a sexy, feminine sway as she moved about. She looked
to be younger than her true age, which was often the case with women
who had pudgier faces. Her freckled, green-eyed complexion was
encapsulated by thick brown shoulder-length hair streaked with blonde
highlights. Pretty, upturned lips gave her a permanent 'happy-go-lucky'
smile, which suited her well.
In due time, Jessica spotted the large metal scrap about fifteen yards
back. "Mark?!" she yelled. "Come look at this!"
"I'm busy getting the damn spare," he gruffly replied.
Jessica made her way toward the tarnished object, which glinted in the
sun. She picked what looked like an old Arabian lamp. It was covered in
dust and it was more than a little dinged up. The entire left side was
crushed inward. She guessed the damage was caused by their SUV. She
brought it back to her husband. He was still trying to figure out how
to remove the spare. She loved Mark, but a handyman he was not.
"I think this is what you ran over." She showed him the lamp. He
stopped what he was doing to take a look.
"What is that, some sort of toy?" Mark asked.
"It's kind of heavy to be a toy. It feels like it's genuine. Do you
think it might be an antique?" asked Jessica hopefully. "Maybe it's
worth something."
"It's probably worth a small fortune. But we won't see one cent of that
since we pretty much destroyed it," Mark cynically replied.
"But how can you be sure, honey? Maybe if we cleaned it up a bit, it
would be worth something to someone..." Jessica was the eternal
optimist. When Mark was in one of his moods, his wife's optimism pissed
him off something fierce. He grabbed the lamp from her hands.
"Well let's just clean it up then! I'll buff it up real good and we can
sell for a THOUSAND dollars!" he sarcastically shouted. With a
manufactured grin on his face and wild eyes, he grabbed the base of his
shirt and began to rub the lamp. "Oh, we'll get this thing nice and
clean and looking like new! Maybe if I shine it up enough, we can get a
MILLION dollars, 'eh Jess!?" Mark spat on the side of the lamp and
continued to polish its dimpled surface.
"Don't be an asshole," Jessica snapped.
But before Mark had a chance to rebut, a cloudy white vapor started to
stream from the lamp's spout. He pitched it to the ground. It struck
the pavement with a ding, rolled on it's base and landed upright. The
smoke continued to flood the air. Mark and Jessica backed away in fear.
The mist slowly took the shape of a human being.
'Could this be heat exhaustion?' Jessica thought. Mark was too
mystified to say a word. He and his wife continued to stare as the
smoke revealed a short, stubby man in a purple vest. A pair of
elaborate puffy pants and a matching turban completed his outfit.
"Ah!" the little man said. "The sun! At long last!" He turned toward
Mark. "And you, good sir! You must be my new master! Salutations to you
and your kin!" said the smiling figure with a warm, booming voice.
"This can't be," Mark defiantly stated. Jessica rubbed her eyes in
disbelief.
"Ah, but it is so, my dear Master. You have released me from my long
slumber and for compensation, I shall grant your heart's desire." The
little man spoke with a thick Middle Eastern accent.
Jessica innocently inquired, "Are you... a genie?"
"Why, yes I have been called that before. I am of Djinn." The little
man paused. "OH! But so rude of me to not introduce myself! I am called
'Huji' and you are who?"
Jessica blinked and thought to herself, 'Why not?'
"Jessica, Jessica Thomas." she confidently stated. Mark looked at her
with an air of disbelief.
"Don't give him your name!" he warned. "What if he's some sort of con
artist?!"
"Ah, but I assure you, an artist I am not. I am simply Huji!" the genie
beamed.
Jessica looked at her husband, shaking her head. "Mark, are you blind?
This is the REAL thing! We can wish for whatever we want!!!" she
shouted with exuberance.
"Alas, but no, my dear lady. 'We' cannot. But your companion here, how
you say, 'Mark' - he shall make his wish, yes? He alone is my new
master." Huji bowed before Mark.
Reluctantly, Mark spoke. "Alright then, Howj-"
"Huji!" the genie cheerfully corrected.
"HOO-GEEEE," Mark mockingly repeated his name. "So I suppose I get
three wishes, right?"
"Oh, that I cannot do, Master. I can grant you but one wish," Huji
regretfully said.
"One?" Mark scoffed. "That doesn't sound like a real genie to me." His
wife looked at him disapprovingly, hoping he'd be a bit more open-
minded.
"You see my home, yes?" Huji pointed to the ground at his crushed lamp.
"It is broken, yes? I draw my power from my home, and as it is broken I
cannot grant more than a single wish. Huji is sorry." He bowed his
head, hoping for forgiveness.
"One wish is better than none, Mark," Jessica said, reassuringly. "You
can do a lot with one wish. Just cram a bunch of things into one
sentence."
"Indeed, the Jessica is right, Master. A lot you can do with your wish.
But may I suggest you do not wish for wealth."
"What?!" Mark objected. "Why not!? That's about the only thing I'd want
with a single wish!"
The genie continued, "I have granted riches to many before you, and all
have met with the same fate, yes? Greed is an unworthy path. It only
leads to distrust and more greed. Instead, may I suggest health and
long life for you and your lady-friend?" Huji pleaded.
"Maybe you should listen to him, Mark," Jessica implored.
Mark thought about it for a moment. Years ago, his father put life into
perspective when he stated that money meant nothing if your health was
compromised. Perhaps the genie had a point. Then a thought occurred to
him.
"Jessica, what if I wished for a healthy, long life with a thin,
muscular, attractive body? That'll get Doc Sullivan off my back."
"Yes, that would be a fruitful wish," Hoji agreed.
Jessica looked at him with surprise. "But I'm happy with how you look,
honey," she reassured him.
"Yeah, but I can look so much better - like Tom Cruise." He knew he'd
strike a nerve with that name. Jessica LOVED Tom Cruise. She even
admitted to fantasizing about him from time to time when they made
love.
"Oh, I don't know, hon..." she trailed off "Besides, I wouldn't want
you to be so good looking that I'd lose you to another woman... like
Shania," she teased with hint of a smirk.
Mark was a huge fan of Shania Twain. He enjoyed her music to a degree,
but what he enjoyed most was her gorgeous, graceful body and alluring
face. He would occasionally watch a DVD of her videos before going to
bed with Jessica. And he didn't feel the least bit guilty about
picturing Shania while thrusting atop his wife. Jessica knew he was
crazy about her. That's partially why she vocalized her interest in Tom
Cruise. She wanted to make him as jealous of Tom as she was of Shania.
But it never seemed to work.
"Then why don't I just wish for the two of us to live healthy, long
lives with the good looks of Shania Twain and Tom Cruise?" Mark asked.
"YES!" Huji exclaimed. "That would be a wonderful wish for two so kind
as you!"
Jessica looked uncertain. "I'm not sure that I want to look like
Shania. I might feel kinda skeevy when we have sex... like you're
really doing it with her and not me."
"Don't be silly, Jess!" Mark declared. "And if you're that worried
about it, I'll work another detail into the wish so that we retain a
little bit of our own appearance - enough so that we don't wind up
looking like clones of Tom and Shania. That would also keep us from
being hounded by fans and tabloids."
Jessica folded her arms and stared at the ground. She traced her foot
back and forth across the pavement.
"C'mon, whaddaya say, Jess?" pleaded Mark. "Don't you want to be
healthy, happy, and sexy for the rest of your life?" She looked up at
him. He was smiling - a rare sight.
"But does it have to be Shania, Mark?" whined Jessica.
"Yes. You get Tom; I get Shania. And we both get a healthy life and
something to really put the spark back into our marriage. Just think of
the sex we'll have!"
She caved. "Okay, Mark. Go for it."
Mark brimmed with enthusiasm and composed himself. "Huji! I'm ready to
make my wish!"
"Most excellent, Master! Proceed at the moment of your choosing, yes?"
Mark thought carefully about his wording, making sure he included clear
instructions with the proper stipulations. After planning his wish for
over a minute, he spoke.
"Huji, I wish for me and my wife to live long, healthy lives looking
and sounding almost exactly like Shania Twain, the famous pop-country
singer, and Tom Cruise, the famous actor," he paused for a breath,
"...except that we'll each retain a hint of our own facial features
that will perfectly blend with our new faces." Mark took another deep
breath. He was proud of himself, knowing he was smart to clarify the
celebrities. The last thing he wanted was for his wife to turn out
looking like some old trailer hussy who just happened to share Shania's
name.
Huji decreed, "Upon my returning to my lamp, your wish shall be made so
- exactly as you have spoken it!"
Mark and Jessica stared at the genie, as his body began to evaporate,
slowly condensing into a spectral mist. After hovering in the air for a
moment, the white vapor seemed to vanish into the lamp's spout. A crash
of thunder echoed throughout the dessert. It startled the couple, who
turned to face each other.
---
A convincing Tom Cruise look-alike was standing at the side of the
road, mouth ajar, in a baggy corduroy skirt and white blouse. He wore
painfully tight high-heeled sandals that burrowed into the flesh of his
feet. A diamond wedding ring dug into his left ring finger. His
chiseled face was shrouded in makeup. Aside from wearing women's
attire, the man looked very much like the Hollywood actor - except
perhaps for his slightly upturned mouth, larger green eyes and a
rounder face.
Jessica began to scream with a shrill, masculine voice.
---
At the very same moment, a shapely little woman with a flexible, petite
build stood motionless. She wore a stupefied expression on her pretty
face, which bore a striking resemblance to Eileen Shania Twain's.
However, her nose seemed a little wider and she had thick, bushy
eyebrows atop two gorgeous crystal-blue eyes. A huge, burly shirt
draped over her tiny body and a big pair of blue jeans lay crumpled
around her sexy legs. The woman lifted her own two hands to eye-level
and gazed at them, palm side out. At the sight of beautifully-
manicured, elegant fingers, Mark shrieked with an ear-piercing sound.
As he heard the melodic, nasal tone emanating from his own powerful
lungs, he couldn't help but think of Shania's sexy squeals throughout
one of her most popular songs. The shrieking stopped. Shania's twin
spoke in a soft, regretful voice.
"Man, I feel like a woman." Mark would get to know that feeling all too
well through the coming years.
---
Meanwhile, Huji smiled from inside his busted lamp as the people who
desecrated his home were forced to pay for their misdeed. His smile
turned to laughter, knowing they would pay for the rest of their
unnaturally long lives.
~Fin
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