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Another chapter in the life of Sammi the Genie The Day After IV by Bill Hart I just loved being inside my lamp. To put it quite simply, the land inside my lamp had to be the very best of all possible worlds. This wasn't the first time I'd had that thought. I doubted it would be the last. Even though I'd been born a mortal man, that seemed a long time ago now. I could think of absolutely nothing I'd rather be than the genie I currently was. The world inside my lamp was always calm and peaceful. It was totally different from the world in which I'd been born. My world was just a wonderful place to live. I could be anywhere I wanted to be at anytime I wanted to be there. All I had to do was think about some place and I was instantly there. What could possibly be better than that? Currently, I was lying on the pristine beach of some lush tropical island paradise. Being on the beach was something I really enjoyed. It let me show off my hot sexy bikini-clad body to all those handsome young men that were so plentiful on the beach. Of course, there was always a small possibility that some of that subliminal learning those mystical powers-that-be pumped into my mind while I was inside my lamp might have started changing some of my attitudes just a little. There were no longer as many girls on the beach now as there had been the first time I'd been here. But that was okay with me; I didn't mind at all. I might have been a man once, but I was simply no longer all that interested in seeing other bikini-clad girls. I wondered what my Mistress Charli and her new friend Gina - my former devious, underhanded Master Gary - were doing right now. Although I didn't really trust Gina - she had always been a sneaky damn bastard when she'd been a man - I hoped those mischievous girls were keeping themselves occupied, but out of trouble. However, I had my doubts that was possible. Wherever there were boys hanging out, Charli and Gina were likely to be there. After all, Charli had wished that Gina would think about boys whatever she'd always imagined girls had been thinking about Gary. When she'd been her former male self, Gina had had a totally one-track mind when it came to the ladies. I doubted any of that had actually changed, aside from the shift of gender that she was taking to her bed. Wherever they were and whatever they were doing, they were probably enjoying themselves. It had been a while since my Mistress had last called me forth from my bottle. However, that was just fine with me. Perhaps they were always so busy enjoying themselves with also those young hunks that the Mistress had forgotten all about me and my lamp. I knew it was a lot to ask for, but a genie could always hope. Couldn't she? I smiled at the handsome young man that had finally begun approaching me. This might be a whole lot of fun. For the last few days, I'd been almost constantly wondering what being with a man would be like. It sure seemed as if I would soon find out. "Oh shit," I mumbled, as I suddenly began feeling peculiar. "Damn! Not now!" I exclaimed. The poor startled young man was probably wondering what he'd done wrong. It certainly wasn't his fault that I'd begun having that strange sensation of being squeezed out through some kind of small opening again. My Mistress was calling me forth from my lamp. Why in the name of the Great Sulymon did my Mistress have such incredibly poor timing? I hoped whatever it was my Mistress wanted would be worth this damn interruption. But knowing the Mistress, I had my doubts about that. Oh no. Not again. Even before my smoky form started solidifying, I started sensing something was somehow different. However, having already been through this kind of damn shit once before, I knew exactly what it meant this time. I started wondering what could have happened to Charli, now that she was no longer my Mistress. I had this really bad feeling that I was not going to like the answer. Damn! I was right; I didn't like the answer one little bit. Once I'd fully solidified, I quickly looked around the room. Damn! Although the sight greeting my eyes was a surprise of sorts, I had known all along that bitch couldn't be trusted. "What is your wish, Mistress?" I asked slowly and deliberately, as I saw Gina standing there with my lamp held firmly in her hand. Just what kind of crap had happened between now and the last time I'd been in the mortal realm? I might have asked my new Mistress that question, if it hadn't been so impertinent of me to ask my new Mistress what had happened to she who had been my former Mistress. That was one of those things that a genie was never allowed to ask her new Mistress. Had Gina killed Charli in order to take control of my lamp again? I hoped not, but would I ever really know? In any event, whatever she'd done to poor Charli was no longer my concern. She possessed my lamp. Gina smiled at me. "How are you feeling today, Sammi?" "I'm feeling just fine, Mistress," I replied. "It's so very nice of you to ask." This all seemed so familiar. However, I wasn't the least bit impressed with her phony smile. Who was she trying to kid? "I'm glad to hear that, Sammi," replied the Mistress, still smiling. "I thought you might still be a little upset with me. I know you were less than happy with me when I was your Master before, but I've changed. I really hope things can be different now that I'm your Mistress." I doubted that was possible. "Maybe," I replied. Unfortunately, that was the closest I could get to any defiance. I had no other options for dealing with her now. As long as Gina retained possession of my lamp, she was my Mistress and I was her genie. That was just that. "Aren't you worried about Charli?" "Not especially, Mistress," I replied, not wanting to let her know what I was really feeling. My response to her question came straight out of the Genie-Mistress Handbook; that is, it would have come from there if one had actually existed. "Charli is no longer my concern. She is just another mortal woman now. You are my Mistress now, Mistress." Gina kept smiling at me; she'd always liked being the one in charge. "She's still alive, if that's what you've been wondering about. Since I possess the lamp again, I'm back in total control of our situation." I felt a surge of relief knowing Charli was all right. Unfortunately, that thought was also tempered by Gina possessing my lamp. I didn't trust her; I never had; I never would. But what else could I possibly do? "I suppose you'll be making a wish that will turn you back into that man you once were." "What? Why would you ever think something stupid like that, Sammi?" asked Gina, looking and sounding quite perplexed. "I' a girl. I like being a girl; I like it a lot. Being female is a whole lot better than being some stupid male. As a girl, I wield far more power than I ever had before. I can get those simple boys to do whatever I want them to do, whenever I want them to do it. When I was a man, I could never convince girls to do anything like that. In fact, now that I'm a girl myself, I understand how all the girls I ever knew were constantly manipulating me without me knowing anything about it. Besides, the sex is a lot better now." She smiled at me again. "How about you? If you had the choice, would you choose to return to your former male self, Sammi?" I'd also had this conversation before. I was beginning to think it would be really nice having a Mistress or Master that didn't know I'd been originally a man. "If I had the choice... no, not really, Mistress," I replied, just as I had before with Charli. I hoped Gina wasn't thinking about turning me back into Sam Whipple again. I liked being me just the way I was; I certainly didn't want to be him again. Unfortunately for me, that choice wasn't mine to make and she knew it as well as I did. "However, I don't have that choice, Mistress." "Yes, I know the choice is mine, but don't start fretting about it, Sammi. Being the girl that I am, I know just how you feel. I would never wish maleness on you again," said the Mistress. "I might have been born male, just as you were, but I've decided being a woman is infinitely superior. Until I'd had the time to experience what it meant being a woman for myself, I had wondered why Chuck had remained Charli. It's all so perfectly obvious now. I just love getting laid, Sammi." I wasn't too sure I wanted to continue listening to any of Gina's strange ramblings. I'd almost forgotten about some of those wishes Charli had made that had affected Gina's mind and attitudes. It was altogether possible that Gina might be a better person now than she'd ever been as Gary. Somehow, I doubted it. Once a sneaky, conniving damn bastard, always a sneaky, conniving damn bastard. Just then, a young man joined us in the room. 'Where was that hot studly hunk hiding?' I thought, a little surprised by the thoughts suddenly running through my head. "There you are, babe," said the young man as he slipped his big strong manly arms around the Mistress. "I wondered where you'd gone off to when I woke up and found you weren't in bed beside me, babe." I stared at the young man; I couldn't seem to help myself. He was the very first real man - aside from Gary and Chuck, who didn't really count for squat in the overall scheme of things - that I'd seen since becoming a genie. At six-foot, four and around 225 pounds, I sure liked what I saw. He was definitely one impressive young hunk. It was only at that moment I realized just how much all those subliminal instructions I'd been receiving while in my lamp had actually altered a few of my more basic thought patterns. But that was okay; I didn't really mind the change. However, unfortunately for me, the young man belonged to the Mistress. "Who's this hot new babe," he asked, as he looked me over and smiled. "I thought you and Charli lived here alone, babe." I found his constant use of the term 'babe' annoying and redundant. It kind of grated on my nerves. At the same time, I actually liked the idea that he'd called me a hot babe. I was glad he'd noticed me. "This is Sammi. She just arrived from... somewhere else," replied Gina with an odd knowing smile on her face. "Sammi, this is Tyler Brock." "Hi, Tyler," I said. I couldn't help but smile at him. Even if he belonged to the Mistress, I still found him very interesting and most intriguing. Tyler smiled back at me. "Hello, Sammi, babe," he replied. After turning back toward Gina, he asked, "Are all of your friends such totally hot babes, babe?" "Not all of them," replied Gina. I was suddenly feeling tingly all over. Once again Tyler had called me a hot babe. Even though I'd never thought of myself as a hot babe before - or even just a regular run of the mill babe for that matter - I figured Tyler would never lie to me. And yet, I still had a small problem with him and what he'd said. Tyler was a man. Some men just naturally lied to pretty girls. Although I'd never knowingly lied to any girl when I'd been a man, I knew plenty of other guys that would do or say just about anything to get into some pretty girl's panties. However, in spite of all that, I still found Tyler attractive and intriguing. If only he didn't already belong to the Mistress. Tyler turned and looked at me again. As he smiled at me, I hoped the Mistress hadn't noticed how he was looking at me. He might be unaware he was playing with fire. When she'd been a man, the Mistress had always been the overly possessive type and I could think of nothing Charli had wished that might have changed that. "Do you like Sammi?" Although I knew I couldn't - it wasn't allowed and the Mistress wouldn't have liked it - I wanted to warn Tyler not to answer that question. "What's not to like, babe?" replied Tyler. "Sammi's one totally hot babe. And you know how much I like totally hot babes, babe." What was he thinking? That was just about the worst possible answer he could have given the Mistress. Tyler might not know it, but he was wading waist deep in shit and probably sinking quickly. "Yes, I know. How typically male of you, Tyler." The Mistress glared at him for a moment. "I wouldn't be surprised if you've been thinking of hitting on Sammi." She smiled oddly at him. "Tell me, Tyler. Have you been thinking about ways of getting into her panties." Although I hoped Tyler kept his mouth shut, I doubted he would. Smiling sheepishly, Tyler asked, "What are you talking about, babe?" "Come, come, Tyler. You're a man; I know exactly how men think," replied the Mistress coolly. "I was one myself once, you know." Tyler's eyes widened with surprise. "There's no way you were ever a man, babe." He slowly looked the Mistress over from head to toe. "I'm not stupid or gullible. I know a man when I see one and you sure ain't one, babe." He looked at me and smiled. "Not that I'd ever believe it, I suppose you're going to try telling me now that you're a man too." Unless it was the Mistress' wish, I wasn't about to tell him anything of the sort. As far as I was concerned, too many people already knew I'd been Sam Whipple and a man before becoming a genie. I had no plans of adding to their number. "You still haven't answered my question, Tyler." "What question was that, babe?" "Do you want to get into Sammi's panties or not?" The Mistress smiled wickedly at Tyler. "I can arrange it for you, if you'd like." I was shocked. What was the Mistress thinking? Like the Guild of Masters, most of the Mistress unions had rules prohibiting the pimping of their genies. Even though I was physically attracted to Tyler, no wish from my Mistress could make me do what she was obviously thinking without my consent. Why did the Mistress always have to be such a damn bitch? "You can?" Tyler sounded surprised, but I could tell he was thinking about it. "You mean, you wouldn't get mad if your friend and I jumped into the sack and did it together for a while, babe?" I didn't know what the Mistress would think, but I wouldn't be too happy. I was already thinking about how to word my grievance. At the same time, I doubted Tyler and the Mistress would be overly happy when I told him 'no way'. "Just answer the question," said the Mistress. "Do you want to get into Sammi's panties or not?" "What's the big deal?" Tyler smiled at her. "You know I do, babe." Damn! Wrong answer, Tyler. All I had to do now was wait for the Mistress to make that wish I wouldn't have to grant. I hoped someone from BOTGUD was available to guard my cute little ass in case things turned ugly. But all of a sudden I had a horrible thought. What if the union to which the Mistress now belonged was one of those few that allowed their members to pimp their genies? "Did you hear him, Sammi? Tyler wants to get into your panties," said the Mistress with a widening mischievous smile. "I think we should help him; don't you think so too?" Just as I was getting ready to voice my objections, the Mistress made her wish. "Sammi. I wish that Tyler were wearing a pair of your panties that fit him perfectly." That wasn't even close to the wish I'd been expecting from her. She'd been playing one of her mind games on Tyler. Fortunately - at least from my standpoint - it was a wish that was easily granted. "Done, Mistress," I replied, relieved that I wouldn't need to file that grievance. I'd always hated doing paperwork. "What the hell!" exclaimed Tyler, as he finally realized something was wrong. "What's wrong? You're wearing Sammi's panties," replied the Mistress. "Getting into her panties was what you told me you wanted; wasn't it, Tyler?" Not that I could blame him, Tyler looked kind of uncomfortable. He paled when he looked down. "This wasn't what I had in mind, babe." No kidding, I thought. I had to admit Tyler looked kind of peculiar. He still stood six foot, four and weighed about 225 pounds, but he was wearing a pair of my panties - at least they were the same size as mine - that fit him just perfectly. He was a strange sight to behold. His waist was now just about the same size as mine, just as were his hips and ass. It had to be the magic that let him continue standing with such a waspish waist joining his two larger, very clearly male, halves. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know Tyler was going to blow a damn fuse when he finally discovered what else was obviously missing beneath his new pair of panties. "That will teach you to lust after my genie," replied the Mistress. "Genie? You've got to be kidding!" For some reason, Tyler glared angrily at me. "Genies don't exist. Why the hell did you do this to me?" What an idiot! This certainly wasn't my fault. If he didn't believe in genies, then why had he bothered asking me such a stupid question? How could he possibly blame me for what had happened to him? "The Mistress wished it, Tyler," I replied, trying to explain. "As long as the Mistress possesses my lamp, I must grant her every wish." "No. That's not possible," replied Tyler. "Magic lamps don't exist. There's no such thing as a genie." As he shifted positions slightly, an odd look of bewilderment filled his eyes. Abruptly, one of his hands shot down to his crotch only to confirm his worst fear. "Damn you, bitch! Where's my dick?" he angrily asked the Mistress. "You can do without that unsightly, unnecessary bulge," replied the Mistress. "How could your new panties possibly fit perfectly with that thing still hanging between your legs?" "You damn bitch!" I didn't think that was a very bright move on Tyler's part. Calling my Mistress names - even if it was the truth - was a sure-fire way of never getting his manhood back. "Sticks and stones, Tyler babe." The Mistress stared at him for a moment. "Sammi," she smiled wickedly, "I wish Tyler had a pair of boobs the size of basketballs." I thought that wish was going a little overboard. However, giving Tyler a pair of basketball-sized boobs was a perfectly valid and acceptable - at least to the mystic forces - wish for the Mistress to make. Tyler was just going to have to learn to keep his big mouth shut or face the consequences of her wrath. "Done, Mistress." Tyler stumbled forward as a result of the abrupt increase in weight on his chest. His thin waist, wide hips, and overinflated bust looked damn silly on his still six foot, four and 225 pound otherwise mostly masculine frame. Not that I could do or say anything about it, I sure hoped the Mistress wouldn't leave him this way. It would take years with some shrink to straighten him out. It was a shame I couldn't tell her what a real bitch she was being. "What have you done to me!" screamed Tyler. "Isn't it obvious?" "Change me back this instant!" he demanded. "I have to admit you do look rather silly this way," replied the Mistress. "You'd definitely have a helluva time getting any dates looking like you do now." Although Tyler looked relieved, I really thought he shouldn't start making any assumptions. He didn't know the Mistress like I did. All she'd said was he looked kind of silly, which was certainly the truth. Nothing had been said about putting him back the way he'd been before the Mistress' wish. On top of that - not that she didn't deserve it - he'd yelled at the Mistress again. "Although I'm not sure you're worthy of this, I've decided to give you a little gift anyway," said the Mistress. "Sammi. I wish that Tyler possessed the body of someone he'd classify as a totally hot babe." "Done, Mistress." That wish hadn't really surprised me; I'd sure seen it coming. Tyler shook his head. If he could look in a mirror, I was sure he'd consider himself a totally hot babe. After all, I'd looked into his mind and found this image in his head. It had been a simple matter to adjust him physically to match. He looked nothing like he had before. Now standing a much smaller five-foot, six, Tyler might have weighed 117 pounds dripping wet. Since he'd always considered them somewhat grotesque and unattractive, he no longer had those twin basketball-sized tits. On the other hand, Tyler had this thing for boobs and was still more than amply endowed. "What have you done to me?" asked Tyler. As he heard his soft soprano voice, he clutched at his throat. Before he could brush his now shoulder-length red hair away from the front of his face, he stared at his smaller, more delicate, hand with the long slender fingers and painted nails. "Damn! This can't be possible." What was it with Tyler anyway? Did a block wall have to fall over on that stubborn boy's head before he'd accept what was totally obvious? How else could explain what he'd seen? "Just relax. Why don't you look for yourself?" replied the Mistress. I wondered what she'd meant until she made her next wish. "I wish there were a full-length mirror standing in front of Tyler so she can see her own reflection." "Done, Mistress." Although Tyler had cringed at the Mistress' use of female pronouns, he stared at his reflection in the mirror that had suddenly appeared before him. "Hello, babe. When did you get here?" he asked, before abruptly paling at the realization that he was that totally hot babe looking back at him from the mirror. "This is impossible. I'm not a girl." "It isn't. And you certainly are," replied the Mistress, grinning from ear to ear. "You'll be a big hit with all the boys." "Screw you!" swore Tyler. "It's a little too late for that. I'm afraid you haven't got the necessary parts, babe." "Damn you, bitch! I don't want to be a girl." "That's what you say now, but you'll get used to it," replied the Mistress. "I wouldn't be very surprised if you discovered you liked being a girl once you've tried it out for a while. Charli and I both found out that being a girl is better than being a boy. Even the sex is better." "What the hell are you talking about?" Tyler stared at the Mistress. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're one really weird spaced out chick?" he asked. "Change me back! I don't want to be a girl." I shook my head. I could only wonder why that silly boy kept sticking his foot deeper into his mouth. At least it was smaller now. The Mistress wasn't happy. "You have a piss poor attitude, Tyler. But don't you worry, I can easily fix that." "I doubt that," said Tyler defiantly. "Just change me back into the real me and I'll be on my way. You'll never see me again." I sighed. Some people just never learn. "Tyler, Tyler, Tyler," said the Mistress, as if she were scolding a young child. As she turned toward me, she began smiling. "I hope I'm not overtaxing you, Sammi." Her unexpected concern surprised me. "I wish Tyler felt the same way about being a girl that Charli and I feel about being girls." "Done, Mistress." As I looked over at Tyler, she was shaking her head slowly. Now that she liked being a girl as much as the Mistress and Charli did, it sort of seemed more natural to think of her as one. Just like the Mistress and Charli, Tyler would never forget she'd been born male. But that was just something not overly important to her. The Mistress smiled. "How do you feel about being a girl now?" "I like it. What's not to like?" replied Tyler, a smile spreading quickly across her face. "I don't know why I wanted you to change me back into that male I'd been born. That's just so disgusting." "That's much better," replied the Mistress. "But what's wrong now, Tyler? I can tell that something is still bothering you." "It's my name," she pouted. "I don't think it fits me any more." "Why not?" "I don't know. It just doesn't sound right somehow." What a whiny, little baby, I thought. Tyler certainly wouldn't have been a name I'd have named my daughter, but it was better than either Gary or Chuck. But I could see it coming clear as crystal. It just wouldn't be long before my Mistress used another wish to give Tyler a new name. Didn't she realize how much magical energy that took to change the way everyone thought about her? "What would you like to be called?" "I don't know; I haven't really thought about it." "I have an idea. Sammi, I wish the world aside from us thought Tyler Brock had always been Tanya Brock." It took several seconds. "Done, Mistress." While I was granting her latest wish, I made sure that we'd always use the name Tanya unless we made a conscious effort otherwise. That would prevent either of us from inadvertently exposing her real identity. "What the hell's going on out here?" asked a familiar female voice from behind us. When I turned around, it came as a surprise, even though it shouldn't have been, seeing Charli standing there, hair tousled, with the arms of another handsome, not to mention very naked, young hunk wrapped about her waist. Just as I'd thought, the girls had definitely been actively involved in getting in touch with their feminine sides while I'd been tucked away in my lamp. "Sammi?" said Charli. For some unknown reason, she sounded surprised to see me. Before anyone could say anything else, Tanya had made a beeline for Charli's young hunk. She might not have been a girl very long, but she definitely had all those hot sexy moves down perfectly. It must have been a part of the Mistress' wish that had made Tanya feel the same way about being a girl that she and Charli did. She liked boys; she couldn't help it. "Hi, Mark," said Tanya, her voice simply oozing sex. "I was wondering if you could do something for me, babe." "Do I know you?" asked Mark. Although he seemed a little confused, that didn't stop him from giving Tanya a good looking over. Even I could tell that Mark clearly liked what he saw. "You can be such a silly little boy at times, Mark Jensen." Tanya smiled at him. "It's me; Tanya Brock. Don't tell me that you've forgotten all about me, babe." "Tanya... Brock..." repeated Mark slowly. At first the name meant nothing to him, but within moments a look of recognition slowly began filling his eyes. "I remember you now. We used to live together. But that was before I started seeing Charli." Mark smiled back at Tanya. "What can I do for you?" Although I kept wondering what thoughts were running through Charli's mind, she seemed to be taking everything that was happening in stride. Of course, she'd already seen me. In addition, she also remembered Tanya had been Tyler when she'd first arrived. "I want to find out if Gina's right, babe," replied Tanya. "Since you're here, I was hoping you help me out." "Right about what?" I shook my head. Even though Mark was a handsome young stud and had missed our earlier discussions, I had to conclude that the boy was as dumb as a post. Even I could tell Tanya had just one thing on her mind. "Gina told me sex as a girl was better," replied Tanya. "Now that I'm a girl, I wanna find out for myself if she's right." "What do you mean now that you're a girl? You've always been a girl, Tanya." "Aren't you just so sweet?" She ran the tip of her tongue slowly across her upper lip. "That's the part where you come in, babe. As the only man here with working male parts, you've been elected to satisfy my curiosity. Doesn't that make you happy, babe?" "But I can't." Mark looked over at Charli. "Can I?" "You might just as well," replied Charli. She didn't seem too upset about any of this. Perhaps that was all for the best. Not wanting to get caught - or lose the opportunity - if Charli had a change of mind, neither Mark nor Tanya wasted another second. Once he'd grabbed Tanya's hand, she'd quickly led him off in the direction of her room. Her room? I wasn't entirely sure which of Gina's wishes had made Tanya the third resident of my former house, but clearly one of them must have. I didn't mind, but unfortunately for me, Tanya also knew I was a genie. I don't know why, but I could easily see that fact causing even more trouble in the future. Until Tanya and Mark were behind closed doors, Charli glared angrily at Gina. "How the hell did you find the lamp, Gina?" "It was easy," she replied. "Besides, it wasn't hidden that well." "This isn't over, Gina," said a scowling Charli. "I can see where possessing the lamp is going to be a continual source of friction between us." So could I. It was inevitable. "I don't think it will cause any more problems," smiled Gina. "Sammi. I wish Charli no longer had any desire to retake your lamp from me." I hadn't seen that wish coming. "Done, Mistress." What a sneaky damn bitch the Mistress was. On the other hand, she was definitely being true to her flawed character. The Mistress smiled. "I think that solves the last of my problems." "I wouldn't say that, Effie dear. Would you say that was the last of Effie's problems, Tensi?" "I certainly wouldn't say that at all, Aggie dear." * * * * * * * * * * 'Oh shit!' I thought, once I realized who'd just arrived. Those two damn old bats showing up was the last thing I needed or wanted. Although I'd been hoping the Mistress now belonged to one of the many other Mistress' unions, the sudden arrival of these two old biddies was definitely a cause for great concern. "Who the hell are you?" snarled the Mistress. Even though she didn't seem to remember them, I did. Nor did I think that her continued snarliness directed toward them was a very good idea. They had way too much power over the lives of their members. Charli glared at Agatha and Hortense. "I remember them now," she snarled. "They were here once before," said Charli. "They're from Tri-P. They said they were Effie's union representatives." "Who the hell is Effie?" "Don't be silly. You are Effie, my dear," replied Agatha. The Mistress stared daggers at the woman. "You're wrong about that, bitch. My name's Gina. I don't even know anyone named Effie." Hortense frowned back. "Aggie and I are never wrong, little missy." "There's a first time for everything. Isn't there, bitch?" The Mistress smiled oddly at them. "You're definitely wrong this time. There's no one here named Effie. As I told you before, my name is Gina." I wasn't sure I believed any of this conversation. It seemed stupid and really strange, but what else was new. However, the last time I'd seen these two old bats, they'd just come waltzing in and taken over completely. They'd quickly made the Mistress believe her name was Effie Anderson and then made her look more like they thought someone named Effie should look. Something was definitely wrong. Why weren't they acting in that same haughty imperious manner now? Not that I, being just a simple genie, could ask them any questions concerning their strange behavior, I hadn't been born yesterday. I knew there could only be one reasonable explanation to explain their abrupt change of tactics in dealing with the Mistress. "Like hi there," said a young girl that couldn't possibly be out of her teens. She looked squarely at the Mistress and smiled. "My name is like Flower and this is like Spring. We're like really sorry we like didn't get here like sooner, you know." "Who the hell are you?" asked the Mistress. "Silly me. We're like your new union representatives from the like Totally in Touch Sisterhood." Damn. I hated overly bubbly people, especially those that clearly hailed from somewhere in the Valley. I suppose it could have been worse, but at least this small union was somewhat better than being a Tri-P. It was no wonder that those old Tri-P battle-axes hadn't walked right in and taken over as they had before. "Go away, you stupid infantile twits!" snapped Agatha. "Get lost, you dumb bimbos!" added Hortense. "Effie's ours." "Like no she isn't," replied Flower calmly. "The like totally random selection process among the 55 Mistress unions says Effie is like our newest member." Spring looked at the Mistress. "I like hope you won't be offended, but I think Effie's like a really stupid lame name." Not that I was too surprised, the Mistress looked a little confused with what was going on around her. "I know. How about we like call you Blossom instead? That's like a whole lot better name than something like dumb icky Effie." "What the hell is your problem? My name is Gina." "Then like who's this Effie person we've been talking about?" "I don't have the slightest idea," replied the Mistress. "You'll have to ask them." "She's Effie," said Agatha and Hortense, glancing toward the Mistress. "What the hell is your problem? Are you sorry assed old bitches hard of hearing or something?" replied the Mistress. "I just told them and you must have overheard me tell them my name is Gina." "Lies. More and more lies from you. You're always so full of lies. Don't you remember? You tried telling us your name was Gary the first time we met," said Hortense. "None of that matters now. Whatever your name is or was or will be, you belong to us, girl," replied Agatha. "Like no she doesn't," argued Spring. "Gina, although I like still think Blossom would be like a totally better name for her, is like now a member of the Totally in Touch Sisterhood." "What the hell are you babbling idiots talking about?" "Isn't it perfectly obvious? You're the current possessor of Sammi's lamp, Gina," replied Charli. "When you were Sammi's Mistress before, their random selection process placed you in the Tri-P Mistress union. When I took over control of her lamp I became a member of PAM. Now that you've become her Mistress again, you were randomly selected for membership in TITS." At least somebody else had kept everything straight. I figured those flighty little twits from TITS had a far better claim to the Mistress then those old prissy bitches from Tri-P. But what did I know? I was just a genie. On the whole, Mistresses could be very funny - that is, funny as in odd or peculiar - people. Besides, everyone knew that most Mistress union representatives were typically even worse than the average run-of-the-mill Mistress. The Mistress glared at Spring and Flower for several seconds. "TITS?" she suddenly replied. "How the hell can you possibly expect me to join any stupid organization named TITS?" "You like don't have to join, Blossom," replied Spring calmly. "It's been like already decided. You're like already a member." "This isn't like good, Spring. I like think we have to think about changing our name... again," said Flower, as she scratched her head. "Why didn't we like see this before. I like never would have believed anyone would ever call the Totally in Touch Sisterhood anything like TITS." "You heard our dear sweet Effie, you little sniveling Valley twits," said Hortense. "She doesn't want to be a member of TITS. Now go away and leave us alone." I wanted to tell everyone that whatever the Mistress wanted in this matter didn't really count for a hill of beans. It was out of her hands. The four of them had to know that if the Mistress had been randomly selected and placed within TITS, then she was now a member of TITS and that was all there was to that. Unfortunately, I couldn't tell them anything of the kind, since this was all a bunch of internal Mistress union shit and I was just a genie caught in the middle. They just never listened. Even if we genies almost always knew better, we still weren't allowed to tell any Mistress how to run their business. It was just one of those things that wasn't done. However, they were also expected to be learning from all their mistakes. So why did they keep on making the same ones over and over again? "I am not this Effie person of yours. How many times do I have to tell you my name is Gina before it finally sinks into those thick skulls of yours?" snarled the Mistress. "Are you like sure you wouldn't like Blossom better?" asked Spring. "I like still think you look more like a Blossom, you know." The Mistress glared angrily at Spring. "All of you just go away! Leave me the hell alone! I don't want to belong to either of your stupid organizations." Very clearly, the Mistress wasn't too happy about any of the events going on around her. I couldn't really blame her, even though it was kind of all her fault. If she'd just left well enough alone and not retaken my lamp from Charli, then she wouldn't be my Mistress again. And if she hadn't become my Mistress for the second time, then she wouldn't be muddling about in all this stupid shit she currently found herself in. "We're not going anywhere until we settle this, Effie." "That's like fine with me too. We'll like call on Hadji the Arbiter," replied Flower. "Is that really necessary?" asked Agatha nervously. Spring smiled confidently at the Mistress. "Calling for wise Hadji's judgment will like settle things like once and for all, Blossom." "Damnit! Why don't any of you ever listen me? My name is Gina," snarled the Mistress. "Don't I even get a say in any of this damn shit?" she asked. All four union representatives glared daggers at her. I wanted to tell my overly impetuous Mistress to keep her big mouth shut, but, since that would have definitely been too impertinent of me, I couldn't say a word. However, I definitely agreed with Spring about calling on Hadji for his judgment in this matter. Without a doubt, that was the best possible thing that could happen for the Mistress. "This is damn ridiculous!" exclaimed the Mistress. "I wish I had my own lawyer here to argue my case." Although that wish had caught me off guard, a wish from my Mistress - impetuous or not - was still a wish that had to be granted. "Done, Mistress." "What did you say?" "You made another one of those wishes, Mistress," I replied, wondering why she could never remember making these simple little wishes. Just how hard could it possibly be for her to put her brain into gear before opening her mouth? But that was her problem, not mine. "You wished for your own lawyer to argue your case." Slowly, the Mistress looked around the room. "Well? Where the hell is he? I don't have all day." "I'm right here, Gina," replied Charli, although it seemed to surprise her almost as much as it surprised the Mistress. "I'm your lawyer." "No, you're not. You can't be," replied the Mistress. "You're not even a lawyer." "Of course, I'm a lawyer," replied Charli calmly. "You must know I've been a practicing attorney for the past several years." At least, she seemed less surprised this time by what she'd said. Sometimes that kind of wish took a little longer to take a firm hold. "No, you haven't." "Yes, I have. I graduated at the very top of my class." I couldn't help but smile. No one that had ever known the Mistress - not to mention those that had previously known her as a man - would have ever accused her of being overly observant. If a brick wall fell over on top of her, then the odds favored her never noticing anything. I knew I would probably have to explain everything to her all over again. "You made a wish for a lawyer, Mistress. Since I didn't think you wanted any more people here than were already here, I made Charli your lawyer." After all, even if the Mistress couldn't see it for herself, Charli was the only logical choice for her lawyer. I couldn't possibly have made any of the union representatives her lawyer. That would never do. There were clearly several conflicts in interests in doing something like that. Not that they knew - or even cared for that matter - what was going on out here, I didn't think Tanya and Mark wanted to be disturbed. Besides, who needed a sexually frustrated lawyer? I certainly wasn't about to make the Mistress her own lawyer. Everyone that was anyone knew that a lawyer representing herself had a fool for a client. Even though that was true in her case, implying the Mistress was a fool would have just been too impertinent of me. I wasn't about to let her file some silly old grievance over something really stupid like that. Even though she wasn't the perfect solution, that left only Charli. I could live with that choice. "I don't believe it will be necessary to call for the judgment of Hadji the Arbiter in this case," said Charli. "It's perfectly obvious to me that..." "Cease and desist immediately, if not quicker!" exclaimed a booming new female voice I didn't recognize. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing, young lady?" "Not that it's any of your concern, I was just about to give my client some sound legal advice," replied Charli. "Just who the hell are you any way?" The woman glared at Charli. "Isn't it obvious? We're from USMC!" she said, as if saying that explained everything. "You can't possibly be Marines?" The Mistress shook her head and stared at the two newest arrivals. "You sure don't look like any Marines I've ever seen before." She turned and gave me a puzzled look. "Who the hell are these two new clowns supposed to be, Sammi." "They're not Marines," replied Charli, before I had a chance to answer her question. "If I'm not mistaken, they must be representatives from the Unified Sisterhood of Mistress Counsels." "I don't believe any of this damn shit. How can there be another damn union involved?" growled the Mistress. "What the hell does this shit mean? What the hell do they want from me?" Somehow I wasn't overly surprised the Mistress didn't know who they were. In all the time I'd known her - both as a man and as a woman - she'd never been overly bright. Of course, giving her a little benefit of the doubt, she hadn't been my Mistress for very long either. "They're more lawyers," replied Charli. "Apparently, these USMC representatives are here to challenge my right to represent you in this matter." "You are correct in your assumption, young lady. My name is May," replied the woman. "My esteemed colleague is June." "So what's the damn problem now?" asked the Mistress. "Charli's a lawyer." "And an excellent one - top of her class - as we understand it. That isn't in question," replied May. "We, that is to say USMC, have an exclusive legal representative agreement with all 58 current Mistress unions, as well as any and all of their precursors, predecessors, successors, heirs, and potential beneficiaries. No one other than a qualified, bona fide member of USMC may represent a Mistress in any dispute involving any of the aforementioned Mistress unions before Hadji the Arbiter." "However, your qualifications are not the relevant issue in your case," added June. "To put it quite simply, you're not a member of USMC." "That's just a load of damn bureaucratic horseshit!" exclaimed the Mistress. May and June glared at the Mistress. Whether it was true or not, they certainly didn't want to hear any of it. If only I could warn the Mistress not to piss these USMC people off. If she wasn't careful, they might throw her case and she'd find herself a card-carrying member of the Tri-P's again. I knew she wouldn't like that at all. "Don't you worry about anything," said May. "We'll assign you an appropriately approved lawyer from our current membership list." "I have the latest list right here, May." June turned Charli. "Do you have any more objections you wish us to hear, young lady?" "Of course not. As I understand it, you're clearly well within your legal rights." "Well, I object!" exclaimed the Mistress. "Overruled. And totally irrelevant," replied May. "This is damn ridiculous." Even I could hear the frustration growing in the Mistress' voice. However, May and June were absolutely right. The Mistress unions had never agreed on much, but whatever they did agree on was cast in concrete. And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. "Damnit! I want Charli to be my lawyer, not someone I don't know." Although she'd always been that way, I didn't know why she always had to be so petulant and whiny whenever she failed to get her way. "Damnit! I sure wish Charli were a member in good-standing of this stupid USMC group." Although I doubted it, I wondered if the Mistress had any idea what she'd just done. "Done, Mistress." A wish was a wish after all. "Did she just call you 'Charli'?" asked June. "Is there a new problem, June?" "I don't know, May. Maybe; maybe not." June turned her attention to Charli. "Is your name Charli Dalton?" she asked. "Yes, that's my name," replied Charli. "Why do you ask?" "It seems we've made an unnecessary trip, May. Although I can't remember the membership roll ever extending past two pages in length, Charli Dalton's name is the first and only name listed on the third page of our latest roster." She held out her clipboard toward her partner. "Here it is in black and white. She's a full-fledged active member of USMC." "Those are most impressive credentials," said May. "Since your dues are paid in full for the next quarter of a century and you're already here, we'll simply assign you to be her lawyer in the pending case before Hadji. Remember to file your report in triplicate once this case has been settled, Charli." "We'll be on our way now," said June. "I certainly hope you'll forgive our unnecessary intrusion here." And with that, the two USMC representatives vanished. "It's about time. I thought they never leave," said the Mistress. I had my doubts she had the slightest idea what had just happened, but what else was new. "Now, where were we?" "As I was saying before we were interrupted, I don't believe it's necessary to call on Hadji the Arbiter for his judgment on this matter," said Charli. "It's perfectly obvious to me that the existence of an intervening interval of possession by a third party between your two possessions of Sammi's lamp negates the results of the initial random selection procedure that had placed you with the Tri-P's. Clearly, the latest random selection process must take precedence over the first. If it didn't, then it would have never been held. As far as I'm concerned, you're a member of TITS, Gina." "That's totally absurd. It's a bureaucratic snafu," said Hortense. "Effie's ours." "You're like the one that's like totally absurd," replied Spring. "You like heard Blossom's lawyer. She's like one of us TITS girls now." "TITS?" mumbled Flower. "We really like have to change our name." Agatha glared angrily at the Mistress. "You won't get away with this, Effie." "Sticks and stones, you stupid old bitch." Childishly - even if almost fitting for the newest member of TITS - the Mistress stuck out her tongue at Agatha. "You were the ones trying to get away with something." "We were not!" snapped Hortense. "You're ours." Charli smiled. "If you'd prefer, we can always call on Hadji the Arbiter after all. However, I think the Wise One will agree with my opinion on this matter." "I wouldn't be surprised," snarled Agatha. "He never rules in our favor. For some reason, he's got a bee up his ass whenever Tri-P's are involved." She turned to her partner. "We should leave, Tensi." "If you have problems with Hadji or think he's not being impartial, then you should register a complaint with Sulymon the Great," said Charli. From her strange expression as she spoke, I could tell she didn't know how she know about Sulymon the Great's reputation for complete impartiality. It must have been one of those little bits of necessary lawyer information that came along with being the newest USMC member. "That won't be necessary." "But what about Effie?" "My name's Gina!" "For now, she's a member of TITS." Agatha stared more angry daggers at the Mistress. "This isn't over yet, Effie. You'll get yours soon enough. Just you wait and see." Having delivered their parting shots, Agatha and Hortense vanished. I was definitely glad they were gone. At the same time, I didn't like the sound of that threat they'd just made. And that odious smell of brimstone in the air made me want to puke. I'd always heard really bad and nasty things about the Tri-P's. It certainly seemed as if it was all true. I had no doubts they were capable of holding a grudge for a very long time. However, as long as the Mistress maintained continuous possession of my lamp, I doubted we'd have to worry about seeing Agatha and Hortense any time real soon. "I like thought they'd like never leave." "I don't believe it," sighed the Mistress. "What are you twin twits still doing here?" "We like have to give your membership materials, Blossom," replied Spring. "How many times do I have to tell you my name's Gina?" "Like whatever," replied Flower. "Do you like have her membership packet, Spring?" "Me? I like thought you had it." "Like don't go away, Blossom. We'll like be back in a jiffy." "My name's Gina. Don't hurry back because of me." What was it with my Mistress any way? She'd only won the latest skirmish - I didn't really think the war was over - with the Tri-P's. Didn't she realize being a member of TITS was a helluva better - well, somewhat better anyway - than being a Tri-P? Had she truly forgotten what had happened when she'd been a Tri-P before? "We're like back," said Spring and Flower in unison as they popped into view. "That didn't take very long," said Charli. I still hated overly bubbly Valley people. "Oh whoopee," mumbled the Mistress. "How thrilling? The silly twin twits from TITS are back again." "We're like not from TITS anymore, Blossom." "Damnit! My name is Gina!" She glared at Spring, although I doubted it would be of any great help. I just knew Spring would never call the Mistress anything but Blossom now. "We would have like been back even sooner, but we like took a vote and like changed our name again," said Flower. "We're like no longer the Totally in Touch Sisterhood, you know." As she gave the Mistress a large manila envelope, she smiled at her. "Like welcome into full membership in the like new and improved Amalgamated Serendipitous Sisterhood." The Mistress shook her head slowly. "I don't believe any if this damn shit," she mumbled. I had to agree, even though I was surprised the Mistress had caught on to something so soon and without having to be told. That just wasn't like her at all. "Like what's wrong now." As if they had to be told. Actually, I had this sneaky feeling they probably did. Like my Mistress most of the time, Flower and Spring just didn't strike me as being all that bright. Even though she might deny it, I just knew this was exactly where the Mistress belonged. "You changed your name." "Of course. Once you like pointed it out, we like didn't think TITS like projected the proper image, you know" replied Spring. "We like thought it all over for a few minutes and decided TITS just wasn't like right." "So we like changed it. It's like not the first time we like changed it, you know," added Flower. "How do you like our new name?" "I don't particularly," replied the Mistress. "Why not?" asked Spring in an obvious what-the-fuck-is-your-problem tone of voice. "Just how much thought do you put into coming up with a name?" asked the Mistress. "Have you got some pimply-faced adolescent boy with raging hormones and a warped sense of humor coming up with these names for you?" "Hey, watch it, Blossom! That's like my little brother you're talking about," snapped Spring. "They like said his face would clear up when he got a little older." "And just what's like wrong with the name Amalgamated Serendipitous Sisterhood?" asked Flower. "I like think it's totally perfect." I shook my head slowly. Here I'd always thought my Mistress was kind of dense. Of course she was, but that wasn't what was important at the moment. I was afraid these girls would readily sink and drown in the waters of the Great Salt Lake. "You changed your name from TITS to ASS," replied the Mistress. "Why don't you tell me what's right with that damn name?" "ASS? Oh no, not again," replied Flower, as she looked over at her partner. "How like totally revolting." "I'm like going have to have a like very long talk with Stinkweed," said Spring. "You and me both." "Stinkweed?" asked Charli. Being unable to keep myself from finally joining in, I asked, "Just who is Stinkweed?" "My little brother, like of course." Spring glared at me. "Who did you like think he was, genie?" "Your little brother's name is Stinkweed?" I was glad Charli had asked the question. These girls from ASS didn't seem to mind her any asking questions. Although it didn't seem fair, I figured it had to be the difference between Charli being an USMC lawyer and me being just a genie. "That's just what I like call him. From like the time he was born, he's like always been a real stinker," replied Spring. "He doesn't like that name too much. But I like think Stinkweed just fits him like so much better than the dumb name our parents gave him." I wasn't about to ask; I didn't really want to know. In addition, I doubted the Mistress really gave a shit either. I just hoped Charli would refrain from asking. Fortunately for all of us, she didn't have the chance. "We like have to go now. Like read over all the information, Gina," said Flower. "If you like have any questions, like call. How to like do all that is like right there on the first page." "Like think about changing your name to Blossom too," smiled Spring. "I like still think Blossom is like a far better name than Gina." With that the girls vanished. "What did I ever do to deserve that?" asked the Mistress. I was glad the Mistress had phrased that in the form of a question and not a wish. I might have to grant her every one of her stupid wishes, but I certainly didn't have to answer any of her dumb questions if I didn't want to. "Who knows," replied Charli. "I'm just glad they're gone." Her wink in my direction told me she also knew exactly what the Mistress had done, but wasn't about to tell her either. With the Mistress still controlling my lamp, I thought that was probably a very wise decision. I was also relieved those girls from TITS... or ASS... or whatever else they'd be calling themselves the next time they were here had left. If they never returned that was all right with me. I don't know if I could have taken much more of them. The way they'd spoken had been driving me right up the wall. It's too bad the Mistress hadn't made another of her impetuous wishes. I wouldn't have minded granting a wish that would have turned them into tree toads or something similar. Although I wasn't sure something like that was allowed, it certainly would have been a vast improvement. "What are you guys doing out here?" asked Tanya as she reentered the room. "It sure sounded like you were having a party. Why weren't Mark and I invited?" "It wasn't a party," replied the Mistress. "It was a little piece of hell come calling." "Besides, we thought you and Mark were busy," said Charli. "I had my doubts you wanted to be interrupted." "You know, you're probably right, Charli," smiled Tanya. "I didn't really notice any noise out here until after Mark fell asleep." She turned toward the Mistress. "You were definitely right about the sex being better, Gina. All of a sudden, Mark just tuckered out, fell asleep, and started snoring. Can you believe that dumb shit? I'm ready for more right now. For some unknown reason, I just can't seem to get enough." "It's just your hormones. They're still a little bit out of whack," I replied calmly. Increasing her hormone levels was the quickest, not to mention the easiest, way of getting her to fully accept her new female self. "After a few more days, things should start evening out. Until then, you'll just remain somewhat hornier than hell." "You can say that again," mumbled Tanya. "I sure wish Mark had better staying power." I was glad Tanya wasn't my Mistress. She seemed - hard as it was to believe - even more impetuous in nature. Fortunately, unless the Mistress wished for me to grant Tanya's wish, I didn't have to do anything about it. I could think of several possible ways for improving Mark's staying power. However, I doubted Tanya would be overly thrilled with the results of the most obvious solution. "How long will Mark be out of it?" asked Charli. "Who knows? It's hard to tell. I've never had anyone poop out on me like that before," replied Tanya. "But that was before. We all know how guys are in the stamina department. I can't begin to tell you how glad I am that I'm a girl now." "Don't worry; we already know," replied the Mistress knowingly. "You know, Gina, I could really use a man myself right about now," said Charli. "It seems like it's been forever." "I know just what you mean, Charli." "Me too," agreed Tanya readily. I could almost see some kind of wish coming up. I just wasn't sure what the Mistress would wish. I simply couldn't imagine the Mistress changing Tanya or Charli back into men, especially since she clearly considered being female superior to being male. She'd also told me earlier that she'd never wish maleness on me again. Could I trust her? I never had before. "There's a little bar at the corner," said Tanya. "I quit going there because I never got lucky. There were simply never enough girls to go around." She began smiling wickedly. "Now that we're all girls, that should no longer be a problem. I'm sure we'll all get lucky." "That sounds like a plan." It certainly did. If all of us got lucky, then I'd finally find out for myself about the sex. Even though I could have anything I wanted while inside my bottle, my sex life since I'd become a genie wasn't anything to shout about. Somehow, the whole idea of conjuring up some imaginary young stud inside by bottle paled next to the thought of getting some of the real thing. "We should get going," suggested Tanya. "The sooner we leave, the sooner we get lucky." "I sure like how you think, Tanya," replied the Mistress. She then turned to me. "While we're down at the bar, I think you should return to your lamp, Sammi," she said. "I certainly wouldn't want to overtax you. You'll feel a lot better after your powers recharge." Damn! That was totally bogus. I didn't want to go back to my lamp just yet. I wasn't feeling the least bit tired. I definitely didn't need a power recharge. Other than me being a genie, the four of us just weren't all that different. We'd all been born male, but I certainly didn't think my urges were any weaker than theirs. Not only that, but they'd all had their new itches scratched. But then, the Mistress had never been too considerate of the needs of others. I was very disappointed with her, but she was who was she was. "Yes, Mistress," I replied sullenly. It wasn't as if I had another option but obey. After all, I was only a genie and she was still my Mistress. As my physical form turned to smoke, I silently cursed the damn bitch I called my Mistress. "Let's go, girls." "Lead the way." However, as I felt the tug start drawing me inside my lamp, I had this funny feeling the girls were going to be really pissed that they'd left me at home. I also wondered if my selfish Mistress would still be my Mistress the next time I was called me back to the mortal world. Oh well. There was nothing I could do about any of that. Besides, I had other things on my mind. I thought I should head back to that pristine beach of that lush tropical island paradise where I'd been when the Mistress had summoned me. Maybe that shy young man would make another attempt to approach me. I might be a genie, but girls, even those formerly male, had their wants and needs. Besides, even an imaginary handsome young stud was still somewhat better than nothing at all. * * * * * * * * * * THE END - 4