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The Day After II By Bill Hart Just as it had before, time passed slowly inside my lamp. The last time I was sure only a few minutes had passed, but, according to the Master, it had actually been over a week. I wasn't exactly sure how I knew that inside my lamp was another dimension where time ran more slowly than it did in the world I'd been born. I just knew that was the way it was. I wasn't even surprised I knew it. Since becoming a genie, whenever I needed to know something I knew it. Being in a dimension where time ran slower also made a lot of sense. It was clearly an inventive way of combating boredom. But no one now actually recalled who had first accessed this dimension in the distant past. Before I'd become a genie, I'd heard several stories of some being trapped in their lamps for thousands of years. I'd always been curious how those genies could have survived for so long without going insane. But I knew now that several thousand years to those in the mortal realm might be no more than a few days to me inside my lamp. It would take more than few days of solitary confinement to drive me bonkers. We genies were a hardy breed. I was convinced I'd been inside my lamp longer this time. It was just one of those feelings, nothing more than that. I had no references to guide me. It was also a distinct possibility that the passage of time was neither constant nor linear within the confines of my lamp. I wondered from where that thought had come. On the other hand, my mind had been thinking a lot of odd thoughts of late. It had to be another way of combating boredom. What else had I learned while inside my lamp? When no answers immediately sprang into my mind, I wasn't overly concerned. I already had a good idea why that had happened. At that exact moment, I had no real need to know what else I'd learned. When, not to mention if, I ever needed any of that knowledge, I'd just know it. That seemed to be how it all worked. I was kind of wondering how much grief the Master had put poor Charli through while I'd been back in my lamp. Not that any of it was really his fault, the poor boy had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Master had wished Chuck Dalton into our presence with ulterior motives in his evil nasty mind. But the Master had never thought too far ahead. He had never taken into consideration how the agreement between his Guild of Masters and my HIBGEPUU banned Masters from prostituting their genies. In a fit of pique, the Master had turned Chuck into Charli and messed with his mind. I might not have liked the old Chuck all that much - he was even worse than the Master in many ways - but I would have never wished him into a female sexual slave that remembered being a man as the Master had done. My Master was a real bastard and one mean nasty dude. I felt kind of sorry for Charli. I also had this feeling that the poor boy wouldn't be anywhere near the man she'd been the next time I saw her. Thinking about poor Charli only made me begin wondering when the Master would call on me again. I knew he was really pissed at me over that stupid sex thing. So I'd refused him. I couldn't understand why my Master had to be such a little baby about it. But then, my Master was a man - at least that was his opinion - and I knew from own experiences that that was just the way men were. They just couldn't help being whiny little babies whenever they didn't get their way. Something about those thoughts bothered me a little, but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. On the other hand, the Master being pissed with me might not be such a bad thing after all. It was so peaceful and serene in my lamp. I felt so rested and relaxed. I just couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so perfectly wonderful. Given that the Master was out there, I was reasonably certain the same thing couldn't be said of the outside world. Besides, as long as I was inside my lamp and the Master was outside in his world, he wouldn't be making any more of his stupid, boneheaded wishes. * * * * * * * * * * It was only a moment or so later that I started having that strange sense of being squeezed out through some kind of small opening. I wondered if this was how it felt being toothpaste. It made me feel kind of funny all over. I also wondered why I was suddenly feeling sort of silly. Everyone that was anyone knew toothpaste didn't have any real feelings. Unlike the last time this had happened, I knew exactly what was happening to me. The Master wanted me again. He'd rubbed my lamp in order to called me out into his world again. To say I was glad would have been a gross misstatement of the facts. I figured telling the Master something like that would be sufficient, unless he asked me what I'd meant. The Master had never been all that bright. I had a brief moment of dizziness, but nothing as bad as before. I also knew I'd only experience that once, or possibly twice, more. It just took a little time for a novice genie like me to fully adjust to these transitions between dimensions. As I began solidifying, I still felt a little strange. I wondered what mischief the Master could have pulled. I hadn't heard him make any wishes and I knew I hadn't granted any. But none of that kept my top from feeling tighter than I remembered it being the last time. Nor did it explain that odd slight chill about my legs. After another moment had passed, I realized what must have happened. I should have thought of it myself without any help from the mystic forces. The top of my harem costume hadn't become tighter. It was actually a size or two smaller than it had been before. In spite of the fact that my smaller top covered less of my flesh now, I was happy my boobies, which I already thought too large on account of one of the Master's earlier wishes, hadn't grown any bigger. There was such a thing as too big, although my Master had seemingly never realized it. On top of all that, my skimpy little harem costume had become even skimpier than before. Even the already flimsy material from which it was made seemed more diaphanous than I remembered. Diaphanous? There was a word I wasn't all that sure I'd known what it meant before. But I knew now without a shadow of a doubt that it definitely described best the changes in what I was wearing. For some reason, I didn't mind that my top had shrunk a few sizes. Nor did I mind how scant and transparent the rest of my harem outfit had become. What was the big deal anyway? Even though I was a genie, I had this really hot, sexy bod that I saw no reason not to show off. I'd always known I had this great pair of sleek, sexy legs and now everybody could get a better look at them. Where was the harm in that? I definitely knew these changes in my attire only enhanced my totally hot appearance. I wasn't entirely sure why I felt this way now. On the other hand, since I couldn't think of anything wrong with being such a totally hot genie babe and showing off what I had, what did it really matter? "I need your help, Sammi." "What?" Oh, it was only the Master again. I'd almost forgotten all about him calling me out of my lamp. "What else is new, Master?" I asked in my best possible obedient genie voice. I certainly didn't want him filling any labor grievances against me for being snippy. When I looked at him, he looked kind of haggard and worn, like he'd been rode hard and put away wet. "Have you been sick, Master? You don't look too good." And yet, for some strange reason only Sulymon the Great might know, I had the oddest thoughts in my head that the Master was looking a little on the cute side today. Maybe I was the one that was actually sick. I sure couldn't understand thinking that sneaky conniving bastard was in any way cute. "It's Charli, Sammi," said the Master. "I'm afraid she's gone off the deep end." Knowing what the Master had wished onto Charli, that little bit of news didn't surprise me. It couldn't have taken too long for her to flip out. But, I was still feeling a little bummed out about thinking the Master had somehow become cute. I just knew that selfish, sneaky bastards like him weren't allowed to be cute. There had to be some kind of law about that somewhere. "What did you expect, Master?" I knew I had to deal with the Master's problem first, before I could go back and dwell on mine. "She's gone crazy." "I gathered as much, Master." Even though he was the root cause of it, the Master was clearly distraught over his problem with Charli. Actually, I thought it was a good look for him. It made him look so adorable. Damn! What's wrong with me? First cute; now adorable. What's next? I had to quit thinking about the Master and concentrate on the matter at hand. Of course, I already knew exactly what Charli's problem was. It was so simple and I'd known it would happen. It didn't take some brainy psychologist type person to figure it out, which was probably why the Master had so many difficulties dealing with it. He was definitely not the brainy type. Whenever the Master tried adding two and two together without his calculator, he tended to get twenty-two most of the time. If the Master only took a little time and thought about it for a few minutes, he might actually figure it out. But I'd never hold my breath waiting for something like that to happen. You simply couldn't take some guy, turn him into a hot randy slut overdosed on female hormones, and then force his old male mindset back into his head after experiencing a couple dozen or so female orgasms. That kind of poor wishing almost always led to very unpleasant complications, which the Master had finally discovered for himself the hard way. I'd tried telling him, but he just wouldn't listen. Masters were just that way; they couldn't help it. It had to be something in their genes. "If you can't help me, Sammi, then you might as well return to your lamp." I wouldn't have minded returning to my lamp, but then, he'd probably file a labor grievance against me for not helping him with his problem. If he filed that grievance, which would be just like the nasty bastard, the Master would soon find his own tight, cute little ass in the sling instead of mine. What the hell was wrong with me today? "Excuse me, Master," I replied calmly. "But I'm just the genie here, Master. I can take no initiative. Remember? If you don't make any wishes, then there's nothing I can do to help you." "You're right, Sammi. I forgot." The Master slapped his forehead with his palm. I thought it was too bad that he hadn't made a fist first. "I can be so stupid at times." He'd certainly get no arguments from me there. "I can't take it anymore." Although I already had a good idea what was going on, I asked him anyway. Could I help it if I liked watching him squirm? "What's she doing that's driving you up the wall, Master?" "I can't turn her off, Sammi," replied the Master. "When I turned her on the last time, she must have got stuck in slut mode. She's always hot and horny now." The Master looked relieved after taking a quick glance around the room. "If she's awake, then she wants to be doing it. I'm at the end of my rope. It keeps getting harder and harder to find a safe place to hide. I haven't slept a wink in days, Sammi." "I'm not surprised, Master," I smiled. I would have loved telling him 'I told you so,' but that wasn't a very genie-like thing to say. It was one of those things I'd like to see changed in the next collective bargaining agreement. A genie wasn't allowed to be critical of her Master, even when he was a complete and total idiot like mine was. But it was still better to get this over with so I could return to my lamp and try figuring out why I kept having those crazy thoughts about the Master's suddenly cute little sexy tush. It was going to me drive me up the wall until I knew what was going on. "What is your wish, oh great and most wise Master?" I figured the powers that be owed me an Academy Award for uttering that corny line. Totally unlike the Master I'd grown to know and despise, the sneaky little bastard didn't seem too sure of himself. Even if he was all hot and sexy looking, it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. Damn! What was wrong with me? I sure hoped I stopped having those strange damn thoughts before the Master figured out what kind of thoughts I was thinking. "I wish you'd make Charli normal again... or at least as normal as she can be." That was about what I'd expected him to wish. It wouldn't take any time at all to implement. "Done, Master." "Already? That was fast, Sammi." The Master seemed surprised. "What did you do to her?" "She's asleep now. She needed sleep as much as you do. I negated the effects of those two stupid phrases that turned her on and off like a light bulb for starters, Master." That had been the real cause of most of Charli's problems. "She'll remember that she was a man named Chuck Dalton once, but that won't bother her a bit. Having been Chuck before won't stop Charli from pursuing her fun now." Even though I hadn't seen her since my return from the lamp, I saw now reason to ask her what she wanted. I'd simply figured that she'd rather remain Charli then be turned back into Chuck again. It just seemed like such a no brainer. It was just what I would have chosen given the chance. "Once she wakes up, she's still going to be hornier than hell for a few hours until her hormones finally level out. After that, Charli will be reasonably normal." At least she will until you make another of your stupid wishes, I thought. "Thank you, Sammi." I was floored. A thank you? That wasn't like the Master at all. As he smiled at me, I realized that tricky damn bastard must be up to something again. But knowing that didn't keep me from smiling back. "Has something changed, Sammi?" he asked. There was a devilish gleam in his eyes that screamed out to me to be careful. Even though I somehow found him more interesting now than I had before, he was still the same old Master after all. I wondered if I'd need one of those really Big Sticks to protect me. "Nothing's changed, Master." "Are you sure, Sammi? I saw how you were looking at me earlier." "Nothing's changed, Master," I repeated, as much for my benefit as his. But despite my protestations, I knew the Master was right. Something had changed; something I didn't like. But what the hell was it? And then all of a sudden, since I needed to know an answer, I did. I'd been caught off my guard. That damn sneaky conniving bastard was at it again. Unfortunately, I'd been asking myself the wrong question all this time. There was nothing wrong with me. "I don't believe you, Sammi." The Master had a look of victory glowing in his eyes that I was going to enjoy extinguishing. "It makes no real difference to me what you believe, Master," I replied, plopping my hands down onto to my hips in an open show of defiance. I glared at him. If he filed a damn grievance, so be it. "It's not going to happen, Master. There's no way in hell that you're getting any magic carpet rides from this hot, sexy babelicious genie. So there!" That hadn't exactly come out as I'd planned it, but the meaning was still there. I knew it was something I'd just have to get used to. "So close," he muttered. I felt like a damn fool. I should have realized earlier what else I'd been learning subconsciously while I'd been inside my lamp. It wasn't just genie or magic stuff. But know that I knew, I thought I'd be able to better control it. Only then did I realize how easily I'd accepted my female role once the Master had wished this form on me. It was part of the collective bargaining agreement. As a genie, I'd had no other choice but be as the Master wished me to be. "What is it, Sammi?" The Master sounded disappointed. "What's so wrong with me?" "I can't tell you that, Master," I replied, although I really wished I could. "I'd have to insult you to give you your answer, Master. You must know it isn't permitted for genies to insult their Masters, Master. It was written into the last collective bargaining agreement between the Guild and HIBGEPUU at your Guild's request." "I know all of that," replied Master. "But you must be aware that it's also something that can be overridden whenever an individual Master deems it necessary. And I now deem it so." The Master smiled at me wickedly. "I wish you'd be honest with me, Sammi." "As you wish, Master." It was the required response to his wish that wasn't actually a wish, but a temporary local change in the agreed upon terms of the collective bargaining agreement. I felt a great burden lift from my breasts. I didn't think the Master was going to like anything I had to tell him. "What's wrong with me, Sammi?" he asked again. I didn't have to pull any punches now. "You're a sneaky, selfish, conniving, mean and evil, rotten to the core, slimy damn bastard, Master," I replied, a big smile plastered across my face. That sure felt good. Until the Master returned me to my lamp, an act that would reset the local environment, I'd have to remain honest with him. That should prove to be a lot of fun. "Is that enough? Or do you want me to tell you more, Master? You know, I'm sure I could go on and on and on about all your numerous shortcomings for days and days." "I think that was enough, Sammi." "Oh pooh, Master," I replied sullenly. "You can really be such a wet blanket sometimes." "I'll change." "No, you won't, Master." It was a nice thought, but I knew it would never happen. The Master had to know it as well. "You don't have it in you. Leopards just don't change their spots, Master." Besides, I was convinced that bastard would say anything he thought I wanted to hear if it helped him get what he wanted. "I'll make it a wish." Hadn't we been through all of this nonsense before? "No, you won't, Master. You can't." "Of course I can. Making wishes is easy" "That's true, Master. But just because wishing is easy doesn't mean you can wish for just anything," I argued back. "There are a few rules that must always be followed. Don't you remember, Master? What you want isn't allowed by the terms of the collective bargaining agreement. Genies aren't allowed to grant wishes that in any way alters their Masters' minds. We can change you physically six ways from next Sunday and back again, but your minds have always been strictly off limits." "I remember that now. It's in there for my protection," grinned the Master. "It just means I'll just have to think of another way." Him and his damn one-track mind. Why couldn't he just let it drop? Once Charli woke up, she'd more than willingly fuck the Master silly until her hormones finally leveled out. Why did he want me? "I've got an idea, Sammi. I should have thought of it sooner," said the Master, his grin growing wider. "You called me a sneaky, selfish, conniving, mean and evil, rotten to the core, slimy damn bastard. Didn't you?" "That's what I said, Master," I replied, wondering what kind of game he was trying to play. "You can't hold anything I said against me, Master. If you'll remember, you wished I'd be honest with you." "I remember, Sammi." I wished he'd stop grinning at me like he was. It made me nervous. "This is almost too easy. I wish you wouldn't think of me as a sneaky, selfish, conniving, mean and evil, rotten to the core, slimy damn bastard." I stared at the Master. I was going hate bursting his bubble - no I wasn't - but he couldn't make that wish. It was a clear violation of the collective bargaining agreement. HIBGEPUU had make certain that proviso was added when the Masters had added theirs. The minds of both Masters and genies could never be altered by the wishes of any Master. Anyone else was fair game. As I was just about to tell the Master that his wish couldn't be granted, I suddenly had this incredibly brilliant stupendous idea. I wasn't sure where it had come from, but I definitely liked it. There was a way that I could grant the Master's wish without having to alter my mind in any way. It was perfectly legal and well within the statutory framework of the collective bargaining agreement. However, I didn't think the Master was going to be overly thrilled or terribly happy with me once I granted his wish, provided, of course, he ever realized what I'd done. But what the hell, he'd made the wish and he'd have to live with its consequences. "Done, Mistress," I replied with a broad grin. * * * * * * * * * * "What did you say, Sammi?" "I said 'Done, Mistress'," I replied. "Don't you remember? I'm required to tell you whenever I've granted one of your wishes, Mistress." "That was what I thought you said." The Mistress still looked and sounded a little confused, not that I could really blame her. Confusion had always been one of the more common side effects whenever a man was unexpectedly transformed into a woman, or vice versa. "It's very strange. I feel so odd. Something just seems different somehow, Sammi, but I don't have the first clue what it might be." I couldn't help but smile. No one that had ever known him - or her now - could have ever accused my Mistress, or my Master as she'd been before, of being overly observant. How she'd managed to miss the perfectly obvious was beyond me, especially while she was wearing that sexy leather string bikini. She definitely looked nothing like the Master had before I'd granted his poorly thought out wish. But all other things being considered equal, that was probably for the best. No girl in her right mind would have wanted to look like the Master. Of course, it might easily be said that the Mistress herself wasn't quite in her right mind at this particular moment. As she nervously looked around the room, several strands of her now down to the middle of her back light brown hair fell across the front of her face. The hair in her face didn't faze her a bit. Casually, as if she'd been doing it for years, she quickly swept those errant strands away with a mere flick of her wrist. How perfectly normal and natural it all appeared was a little bit unnerving. With a puzzled expression, the Mistress turned to me. "Do I look different to you, Sammi?" "A little, I guess." Although I didn't want her confusion clearing too quickly, I'd forgotten I had to be honest with the Mistress. For some reason, my geas of honesty with her remained intact despite the fact that she'd been my Master, and a man, at the time of the wish that wasn't truly a wish. "It's just that you're a girl, Mistress," I hastily added, even though I had no other choice in the matter. Fortunately, it also seemed to satisfy my need to be honest with her. "I'm a girl," repeated the Mistress slowly and deliberately. I couldn't tell if she believed me or not. However, having suddenly become female didn't seem overly disturbing to her. As I watched her, she seemed to be pondering the whole idea. "I knew that, Sammi," she suddenly said, as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts in a pronounced feminine manner. Not that it bothered me too much, she was definitely worse off than I had first thought she was. Of course, the Mistress had already undergone a great many physical changes. It seemed as if there might be other changes, of more non-physical natures, still needing assimilation. It made me think I shouldn't have upped her hormone levels as a part of her last wish the way I had. But what was done was done; I couldn't undo it without another wish from my Mistress. At that moment, as confused as she clearly was, making wishes seemed to be the furthest thing from her mind. "Wowzers!" exclaimed the Mistress suddenly. Wowzers? I wasn't too surprised by that odd exclamation, even though I had no idea to what she was reacting. I had seen my Mistress, when she'd still been that simpleton Gary Anderson, watching Inspector Gadget cartoons in the teleconferencing room at lunchtime when he thought no one was watching. "I've got boobies, Sammi." She sounded surprised. No shit, Sherlock, I found myself thinking. What had the Mistress thought those fleshy mounds were hanging so proudly from her chest. Of course those large womanly mounds were, to use her own words, boobies. They definitely weren't chopped liver or anything like that. Most fortunately for the Mistress, hers weren't nearly as large as mine were, but they were still plenty big. "Golly gee willikers!" exclaimed the Mistress after one of her hands left her chest and slid down to her crotch. "I've got a pussy too." I shook my head. I was fighting against myself to keep from replying, "Gee whiz, Beav. What did you expect?" However, it came out of my mouth anyway. There was no way Houdini could have hidden male parts beneath that string bikini bottom the Mistress was wearing. "I really am a girl, Sammi," said the Mistress. She didn't sound nearly as confused as she had earlier. "But this can't be right." She cautiously poked at her breasts. "How could this happen?" How did I get turned into a girl, Sammi?" As she'd asked me those questions, she hadn't sounded overly happy with her new situation. "Don't you remember?" I replied. "You made a wish, Mistress." "I remember the wish I made perfectly, Sammi," replied the Mistress. "I wished you wouldn't think of me as a sneaky, selfish, conniving, mean and evil, rotten to the core, slimy damn bastard." "That was the one I was talking about, Mistress." "So how does granting that wish equate to this body?" asked the Mistress, as one of her hands slowly traced along the new curves of her supple body. "Actually, it's really kind of simple when you stop and think about it, Mistress." I'd never liked explaining how I'd granted a wish, but I was still under the influence of that stupid honesty geas that I'd expected to be released from once the Master had become the Mistress. "There was a small problem. That wish you made wasn't a wish I could grant as you wanted it granted, Mistress. You must have forgotten a Master can make no wishes that changes his or his genie's mind." "I should have known that damn collective bargaining agreement would pop up in the explanation somewhere," replied the Mistress. She put one of her hands on her hips. "That's all well and good, but none of that explains this body." "Sure it does, Mistress," I replied. "Even if it wasn't exactly what you had in mind, I figured out a way to grant your wish. We genies can be very clever when it comes to granting wishes, you know. You're now someone honest to a fault, straightforward, trustworthy, truthful, generous, thoughtful, and considerate. There's no way I could ever think of this new you as a sneaky, selfish, conniving, mean and evil, rotten to the core, slimy damn bastard, Mistress." "Oh my. What have you done?" The Mistress slowly shook her head. "I'm afraid you've gotten yourself into a lot of trouble now, Sammi. Even if it were my wish you granted, you should have never done something that nice for me." "It's okay. I'm not really in any trouble," I replied. "I've done nothing wrong, Mistress." "But you have. Have you forgotten already, my dear?" replied the Mistress fretfully. "Unless it's been changed, the collective bargaining agreement between the Guild of Masters and HIBGEPUU prohibits a genie from granting any wish that would her alter her Master's mind." "That agreement hasn't changed, Mistress. It's still worded exactly the same as it's always been," I said calmly. "You know as well as I do that those paranoid old farts would never change anything like that." "How very true of those grizzled old-timers," agreed the Mistress, as she slowly shook her head again. "This all so very strange. I still don't understand. How could you ever do what you did?" Damn that honesty geas. "I've always tended to think of a bastard more as a male descriptor, even though I know gender is something totally irrelevant to the term. Even though there's no real reason a female couldn't be one, I've never been able to think of any woman as a bastard. Isn't that silly, Mistress?" I smiled nervously at the Mistress. "So I turned you into a woman first and then adjusted everything else accordingly." The Mistress just stared at me for several seconds. "Don't get me wrong, Sammi. I like being this new nicer person I've become and all that," she said. "However, you still somehow and quite inexplicably granted one of my wishes that altered my mind in direct contradiction to the terms and specifications of the agreement between the Guild of Masters and HIBGEPUU. With that agreement in place, how could you possibly do something like that?" "I won't deny that's what I did, Mistress," I replied with a large grin. "It was easier than you might have imagined. Even though it's still in full force between HIBGEPUU and the Guild, that agreement you quoted is no longer applicable between us." "How can that be possible? I'm still your Mistress. Am I not?" "Of course you're still my Mistress, Mistress," I replied, a little surprised she hadn't put things together yet. "That's the whole point. You're my Mistress now, Mistress, and no longer my Master, Mistress." The Mistress gave me another puzzled look, something she was getting quite good at. "I still don't understand. I don't see what possible difference that makes." "Mistress, Mistress, Mistress," I replied, thinking I'd have to find a remedial arithmetic class for her to attend. "Once you became my Mistress instead of my Master, your membership in the Guild of Masters was summarily revoked with extreme prejudice. Those old farts are the worst sexist pigs you'd never want to meet. They don't allow women to be members of their good old boys club." "That's ridiculous," replied the Mistress. "Even though I'm a woman, I'm still the man I used to be." Although I didn't want to argue with her, I hoped the Mistress realized just how stupid that statement sounded. Her former Guild had already looked her over and concluded the obvious. However, I still had to be honest with her. "No, you're not. You've changed, Mistress. Even ignoring the most obvious change, you're now honest to a fault, straightforward, trustworthy, truthful, generous, thoughtful, and considerate. Those are undesirable traits those old farts of the Guild of Masters don't like seeing in any of their members." "Those darn bastards," replied the Mistress. "If I've been expelled from the Guild of Masters on account of becoming a woman, then I'd have to assume I've already gained a similar membership in the Guild of Mistresses. Since you already have, they must also allow genies to alter their members' minds." The Mistress smiled at me warmly. "I think I'm going to enjoy being your Mistress, Sammi." That came as a surprise. I was feeling a little relieved, since I'd been expecting her to make a wish that would turn her back into a man. If the Mistress wanted to remain a woman that was fine with me. "There is no equivalent Guild of Mistresses, Mistress," I replied. "Although it is usually men that can never agree among themselves and thereby split into increasingly smaller and smaller groups, it is the Mistresses that have splintered into thirty-seven different associations and sisterhoods." "Thirty-seven?" "That was at last count, Mistress. There might be more now. They seem to fracture at the drop of a hat." "Of which of these groups am I now a member, Sammi?" asked the Mistress. "I don't really know, Mistress." I really didn't. If I had known I would have had to tell her. "Membership in one of the Mistress unions is a totally random selection process, Mistress. It's the only thing they've ever been able to agree on in more years than anyone can ever imagine. It's also the only way that some of the smaller, less popular or more extreme, groups can hope to survive." On the other hand, I could narrow the number of groups down a little bit. It had to be one of the groups that allowed a genie to alter the mind of her Mistress. It also had to be one that recognized the geas of honesty wish. Out of the thirty-seven groups, there was only a handful that recognized both. But since it gave me no answer to the question the Mistress had posed, it wasn't dishonest to keep that information to myself. "We'll have to wait until their representative arrives." "When will they get here?" "Who knows? It might be years, if then. Some of the Mistress unions are just as hands off as the Guild of Masters." Although she didn't seem to be, I hoped the Mistress wasn't getting too excited about their arrival. There were a couple of extreme groups among that small handful in which I doubted she'd enjoy being a member. "What should we do until this representative arrives?" "I have no idea, Mistress." "But I do, Sammi. If they never show up that won't bother me." Not again! Her smile told me everything I needed to know. What was it with her and her one-track mind anyway? Couldn't she get it through her thick head that I wasn't interested? Of course my disinterest in her now was rooted elsewhere. While I'd been in my lamp, my mind had been subconsciously instructed in acting in manners more consistent with my physically female appearance. I might have once been interested in the Mistress that way when I'd been male, but I certainly wasn't now. "What's going on? Something's wrong." The Mistress shook her head slowly and looked around. "Suddenly, I don't seem to be as interested in you as I was before, Sammi." That was a relief. I hoped she wouldn't think of asking me why. "I've had another idea. Maybe if I changed you into a handsome male, I'd become more interested again." Damn her. What was she thinking? I liked who I was. I didn't want to become male again. "You don't want to do that, Sister. It is not permitted for any PPPLM member to change her genie's gender for mere sexual gratification," said a female voice I didn't recognize. "Who's there? Who are you?" asked the Mistress. "How'd you get into my house without me knowing about it?" "We go wherever we are needed, Sister," replied the same female voice. "I am Hortense." "And I am Agatha," replied a second female voice. "We are definitely needed here. We are your new union representatives, Sister." Damn! I didn't like either of those two old biddies at first glance. Becoming the newest member of PPPLM wasn't very good news for either of us, although it could have been worse. I was afraid the Mistress would be less than thrilled once she found out what went along with membership in the Tri-P's. "What the hell is PPPLM?" "Watch your language, dear," admonished Hortense. "PPPLM is the Prim, Prudish, and Prissy League of Mistresses," replied Agatha. "We are often referred to as the Tri-P's." "You are now our newest member, Sister." Hortense looked toward Agatha and signed. "Why do we always get the whores, Aggie?" "Luck of the random draw, I suppose, Tensi." She looked at the Mistress, then shook her head. "She would never fit in with the YMCA; she looks better suited for SPAM or ATOM. We definitely have our work cut out for us." "Don't we always?" "That's probably why the sent us." There were definitely right about the Mistress never fitting in with the YMCA. If she'd been randomly placed there, then she would have been thrown in a week... tops. The Mistress had too many randy thoughts for the delicate sensibilities of Young Mistress' Celibate Association. I could easily picture the Mistress as a member of SPAM. Given her current female form, she would have been a perfect fit for the Sultry Pulchritudinous Association of Mistress. But as far as ATOM was concerned, I was convinced the Tri-P representatives were making one of their well-known hasty generalizations based solely on appearance. That was the only possible reason I could imagine why they'd think she was better suited for membership in the Amorous Tawdry Organization of Mistresses. "What the hell's going on here!" shouted the Mistress. I didn't think she should have done that. Neither Agatha nor Hortense seemed pleased by her latest outburst. Nor did either of them look like someone to be trifled with. "Don't ever yell at us like that again, Sister." Hortense stared at the Mistress. "We'll overlook your outburst for now. You're already in enough hot water now without adding yelling at a senior Sister to the list," said Agatha. "It's a good thing we arrived when we did. We were able to dull your unnatural lusts before you could wish your genie into some despicable male. Last week that would have been a capital offense, but we've since determined our numbers were diminishing too quickly for that to continue." "Why would that have been wrong?" objected the Mistress. "I would have only been returning Sammi to her true male form that she'd had before I'd wished her female." Hortense and Agatha turned their attentions toward me. I could tell they didn't like genies too much. I didn't like the way they were looking me over. They clearly regarded me as if I was nothing more than a slab of meat. I'd heard strange stories about these Tri-P's somewhere. I wondered what they were thinking. "Impossible. Lying is unacceptable behavior, Sister," said Hortense. "Your genie is clearly and undeniably female." "Most clearly and definitely female," agreed Agatha. "You should cover yourself, genie." She glared at me. "With an overdeveloped body like that, this shameless genie hussy could have never been male." "Hey, watch that!" I exclaimed, but they just ignored me. "But she was a male at first," argued the Mistress. "The first time she came out of her lamp she was male. I wished her into that busty female form." "Why would you have ever done something so inane, Sister?" "It seems our newest Sister is a pervert as well as a whore, Aggie," grimaced Hortense. "Assuming her ridiculous story is true, which I don't for one moment believe, why would any woman wish her male genie into a female form?" "She's clearly not well, Tensi. Maybe we should just send her off to PMS and be done with her." "You know we can't do that, Aggie. We don't get enough new members as it is," said Hortense. "We'll just have to deal this poor deluded child the best we can." I wasn't surprised by their closed mindedness, which was well known among the genie community. I doubted the Perverse Mistress Society was the proper place for my Mistress, even though she'd always been a little odd. Of course, things could have still been worse for the Mistress. With randomness being the way it was, she could have just as easily wound a Tri-F instead of a Tri-P. She would have hated being a member of the League of Frumpy, Fussy, and Frugal Mistresses. "Would you just listen to me?" The Mistress was clearly unhappy with her union representatives. "I'm not a whore or a pervert. When I wished Sammi into a female shape, I was her Master." "Are you trying to tell us you were a man?" "That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you." "More lies. You continually compound your troubles with all these lies, Sister." "I told she was deluded, Aggie." "I'm not deluded! I'm not lying!" "She's yelling at us again, Tensi." Agatha turned slowly toward the Mistress. "Tell us your name, Sister." The Mistress seemed relieved. I wanted to tell her not to trust these Tri-P representatives, but I couldn't. "My name is Gary Anderson." "Your name is Gary Anderson? Impossible," said Hortense. "I think we've already discovered the root of all her problems." "I agree with you, Tensi. Some parents choose the most peculiar names for their daughters. They never even stop to consider how a damaging name like 'Gary' could scar their child forever." Agatha turned her full attention to the Mistress. "You poor, poor girl. Don't you worry about anything, child. Old Aggie understands everything now." "The hell you do, bitch! I'm nobody's daughter." "I'm not going to tell you again to quit yelling at us, girl." "You know it's not her fault, Tensi. She's lived her whole life confused." Agatha smiled at the Mistress. "We'll take care of everything for you now, Sister." Talk about being in deep shit. Why hadn't the Mistress just kept her big mouth shut? "What's your name?" asked Hortense. "I've already told you my name. You didn't believe me." "Tell us again, child," replied Agatha. "I promise you we'll believe you this time." The Mistress slowly shook her head. Even though she was feeling strangely light-headed, she was convinced Agatha and Hortense had their own agenda. She couldn't believe any thing that they told her. "My name is Effie Anderson," she replied. "Much better. Now that's a name I can believe is yours, Effie," smiled Agatha. "Don't you feel better now, Effie?" Effie? What could they possibly be thinking changing the Mistress' name to Effie? As far as I was concerned, that name didn't fit the Mistress that much better than Gary did. She simply didn't look an Effie. However, from all those stories I somehow remembered about the Tri-P's, I was afraid they had something else in mind for the Mistress now that she thought her name was Effie. "A few more necessary changes are still in order, Aggie." "After you, Tensi?" Agatha made a pass with her hand in the Mistress' direction that froze her in place. There had been rumors in the past that the Tri-P's, as did many of the smaller Mistress unions, employed unethical methods of indoctrination, but as a new genie this was the first time I'd seen it first hand. As I watched, Hortense pulled a large pair of sheep shears out of her purse. I'd wondered why she was carrying such a huge bag. She must have had plenty of practice with the shears. Even so, I couldn't believe how swiftly and effortlessly Hortense chopped off the Mistress' long, light brown hair to shoulder length. After putting away her shears, Hortense expertly redid the Mistress' remaining hair into a tight little bun. And then, Agatha slid a pair of horn-rimmed glasses into place on the Mistress' face. Between the glasses and having her shorter hair styled in a bun, the Mistress looked a lot different than she had before. Even I had to admit she looked more like an Effie now... at least from the neck up. However, Hortense and Agatha weren't finished with the Mistress yet. They clearly weren't into leather. As I watched, the leather string bikini bottom suddenly and very quickly billowed out into a cotton floor length skirt. At the same time, the leather bikini top reformed into a loose-fitting, cotton, long sleeved blouse. The Mistress had gone from nearly naked to almost completely covered. She definitely looked more like an Effie now. "Much better," said Agatha. "Agreed," replied Hortense. "Effie will be the perfect PPPLM member now." "Not quite yet, Tensi. We still need to care of those unsightly blemishes." Agatha smiled as the breasts of the Mistress began slowly deflating. Within the space of no more than a handful of heartbeats, the once large proud twin mounds of flesh on her chest had become all but non-existent. She could have easily passed for a young boy. I wanted to protest their actions, but couldn't. "Don't worry about Effie, genie," said Hortense. Had she read my mind? "Your time will come soon enough," she smiled. "And, as it should be, at the hands of your Mistress." Agatha smiled at me. "Enjoy those overdeveloped growths of yours while you can, genie. Once our Effie's had a full night's sleep, she'll see things our way." Those damn bitches. They were as evil and rotten to the core as my Master had been before becoming my Mistress. There wasn't anything I could do about it. "We'll return tomorrow," said Hortense. "Effie still needs proper instruction." "I'm sure you'll be seeing things in a new light once we return, genie." Agatha smiled wickedly in my direction. "You will never again inspire such lustful thoughts from your Mistress." And then, they were gone. Good riddance, I thought. It was too bad they were coming back. I heard the Mistress moan softly. With the departure of the PPPLM representatives, whatever had frozen her in place while they'd done what they'd done had apparently gone with them. How much time would pass before she fell asleep was something I had no way of knowing. Unfortunately, I doubted it would be very long. "Are you all right, Mistress?" The note of concern in my voice for her surprised me. However, I quickly realized she was now, despite her evil past, just as much a victim as I was. "I feel kind of funny, Sammi. What the heck happened to me?" The Mistress yawned. That wasn't a good sign. "What the hell am I wearing?" she asked, as she finally noticed her change in attire. We were going to have work on improving her powers of observation, provided we got the chance. Suddenly her hand shot to her chest. "What's going on here, Sammi. Where'd my boobies go?" "It was Agatha and Hortense, Mistress," I replied. "Those PPPLM representatives did something to you. They redid your hair, changed your clothes, and shrank your breasts just to mold you into their idea of a more conformable PPPLM member." "Those darn bitches!" The Mistress yawned again. "What gives them the right?" Suddenly, she started smiling. "I'll have to show those bitches who's in charge here. I'll just wish my bikini and boobies back. That will show them." Once again, she yawned. When she tried making a wish, she quickly discovered she couldn't. "What's going on, Sammi? I want my boobies back. Why can't I make that wish?" "It must be some kind of wish inhibitor, Mistress," I replied. "I should have known they'd done something like that when they left and allowed you to wake." We were finished. I looked at the Mistress and smiled weakly. "I hope you'll enjoy answering to the name Effie for the rest of your life, Mistress." "What are you talking about, Sammi? Why would I ever answer to a sucky name like Effie?" "It's the name they gave you, Mistress. You even called yourself Effie, when they asked you your name." "What is it with those darn bitches! At least they could have asked me what name I would have liked. It sure wouldn't have been something sucky like Effie." The Mistress sighed, then yawned again. "I shouldn't have done it, Sammi. If only I hadn't made that wish, we wouldn't be in this mess we're in." "What's done is done, Mistress," I replied. "It can't be undone unless you make another wish. The wish inhibitor is preventing you from doing that." "Maybe not," replied the Mistress. "Perhaps I'm only inhibited from making wishes to change myself. It's easy enough to check that out. I wish you'd think of me as a sneaky, conniving, mean and evil, rotten to the core, slimy damn bastard again." Damn! I wished I'd thought of that, even if it wasn't the wish I would have wanted her to wish. "Done, Master," I replied. I was less than thrilled about having the old Master back, but it was likely to be better than being Effie and her genie tagalong. I was definitely going to miss the Mistress. I also had this feeling that Agatha and Hortense were going to be really pissed when they came back and found the Master here instead of Effie. On the other hand, there was a very good possibility they would never return at all. They simply might not recall Effie had ever been. The Master was shaking his head when I looked over at him. I could tell the damn bastard was back to his old self again. He had that lust-filled gleam I didn't like in his eyes again. What was it with him and his damn one-track mind? "Although being a bitch wasn't so bad, it's good to be the real me again," smiled the Master. "If I ever see those damn bitches again, they'll wish I hadn't. I don't know why I took so long to think of making a dumb wish to turn me back into myself again. It was almost too late when I finally figured it out." "Yes, Master," I replied. I was still a little bummed out that my Master had actually figured out a way to save us. It wasn't like him at all. Of course, he'd been my Mistress, not to mention a girl himself, at the time he'd figured out what to do. I was convinced that had to explain it all. "We need to have a little talk, Sammi?" "About what, Master?" With his one-track mind, what else could it be? I just knew he'd never understand the meaning of 'not interested'. "It's about the way you granted that wish I made." "Oh, that." I wasn't sure I wanted to talk about that. Now that he was his old bastard self again, there was no telling what he'd do. "First of all, I want to make certain that never happens again," said the Master. "I wish that any time you need to interpret any wish I've made, you won't first turn me into a woman in order to grant it." "Done, Master." I hoped that was all he had to say to me on the subject, but I didn't really think it was. "Next, I..." "There you are, Gary. I've been looking all over for you," said Charli, as she sauntered into the room. As soon as she saw me, she frowned. "I should known I'd find you with your slutty pixie bitch plaything." What was wrong with Charli? As long as she'd been a girl, she'd never acted so bitchy and jealous before. "I'm not a pixie, Charli. Nor am I anyone's plaything. I'm a genie. I've never been interested in the Master." "Pixie. Genie. Brownie. Elf. What difference does it make?" snarled Charli. "They're all the same to me." She strolled over to the Master, then laid a big juicy wet kiss squarely on his lips. "I can do things for you, Gary, that she could never dream of doing for you." What she was thinking about doing was a nightmare, not a dream, to me. Except for Charli acting like a totally hot to trot bitch, this was beginning to sound like deja vu again. "I told you before, if you want him he's yours. That hasn't changed, Charli. And it won't." "As long as you remember that, we'll probably get along all right," replied Charli. She hadn't been this possessive before. I figured her hormones were still a little out of whack. "If you forget it again, you'll be in deep shit." She planted another big juicy wet one on the Master's lips. I wanted to puke. There was only so much of that kind of shit I could take. On the other hand, Charli's actions were taking the Master's attention off me and how I'd granted his earlier wish. I was grateful for the favor, although I wasn't too sure how Charli would feel once her hormones finally leveled out. Once that happened, I sure hoped she'd become somewhat less bitchy. "You should send your genie plaything away now, lover boy," smiled Charli, as she slipped her arm around the Master. "We don't need her. She doesn't need to be kept around. I certainly don't want her watching us, Gary." 'As if I wanted to watch,' I thought. 'Don't make me gag.' "You may return to your lamp now, Sammi. I'm sure your powers are in need of a recharge." "Yes, Master," I replied obediently. As I felt my fleshly form begin evaporating, I welcomed the pull that was returning me to the far more peaceful confines of my lamp. It had been one very long day. And I'd definitely had more than enough of my Master for one day. As long as Charli didn't go bonkers on him again, the Master might not call me back to the mortal realm for a few years. That would be just fine with me. However, I just had this strange funny feeling that things weren't going to work out that way. * * * * * * * * * * THE END - II