Justice ResurrectedChapter 15 Compacts and Understandings
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"197. 198. 199. Ah! 200."
"Clank!"
The weight room rang as Steven Marcus dropped the weights and wiped his
brow completing his daily workout. Grabbing a towel he passed the
mirrors outside the showers and admired his well chiseled body. Better
than most, he had built up a solid body with massive biceps and triceps
and legs that might be mistaken for tree trunks. Tall and muscled, he
had his pick of any of the gorgeous women that frequented the gym. His
life seemed to lack nothing except for one small thing.
Some who knew Steve might have said that he was lacking something
upstairs though that was not how Steve saw it. He did make ends meet as
a trainer at the local Gold Gym, winning local muscleman contests and
living the bachelor/beach bum life along the sun drenched Pacific coast.
Personally he enjoyed life, but he was never completely content with his
body. Even after years of training he never could fully develop his
pectoral muscles. Implants were out of the question, he would never
consider putting anything unnatural in his body. In fact, Steve never
was interested in any woman who looked the least bit artificial. 'Nice
curves and firm ripe boobs' was his standard. And whatever Steve wanted
he usually got except when it came to his physique.
"Some things will just have to wait," he thought. Shaking his head, he
threw the towel into the laundry bin and headed for the showers.
On his way home passing through a formerly rundown neighborhood that was
quickly being refurbished into trendy townhouses, Steve's eye caught
something in a pile of discarded junk. The sun reflected off an old
ornate bottle coated in wax. Thinking it might look good in his kitchen,
Steve grabbed the bottle and hurried home.
Dropping his gym bag on the sofa, Steve sat down at the kitchen table
and began to chip away the ancient wax. In the neck of the bottle he
found an old cork that had slipped down inside. Pulling out a knife he
dug at the cork breaking it up piece by piece. Pushing a bit too hard
the bottle slipped from his hand, hit the hard tile floor and split
open.
"Oh shit!" exclaimed Steve as greenish smoke rose from the remains of
the bottle. Thinking the gas might be poisonous he grabbed a napkin to
cover his face, retreated and watched from the kitchen doorway.
The colored smoke swirled reaching for the ceiling until it formed a
cloud that morphed into a human form; a tall well-built male wearing
baggy pants, a vest, a turban and a short goatee.
Steve walked straight up to this invader of his home without fear and
demanded to know, "Who the hell are YOU?"
The man gave Steve the most pleasant grin, crossed his arms and replied,
"Gracious one. Many thanks for the destruction of the vessel of my
imprisonment. No longer shall I languish in it as I have for centuries."
"You came out of there? That little bottle?" Steve asked scratching his
head.
The man nodded to Steve. "Most intelligent one, thou art correct. My
appreciation to thee is boundless. Before ye stands Abdukrahman
Agamemnon Hadaddahn, jinn of Pasargadae of the house of Achmaenid. Might
I show my eternal gratitude in granting ye a boon? Ask nothing that
affects the destiny of others, but through my powers thy possibilities
are nearly limitless."
"No! You're joking! You're a real genie?" asked Steve looking at him
inspecting him from the turban on his head to the curled toes of his
shoes. The costume looked right, but he had stopped believing in fairy
tales back in the third grade.
"Yes, oh wise one. Thou art correct. I am of the magical jinn clan," he
said standing up straight and looking quite proud. "Ask what thy will of
me!"
Steve's eyes widened as his imagination ran wild. "And now I am your
master?"
The jinn put his hands together with a slight bow. "Please forgive me,
oh patient one. I am a free and independent spirit bound to no one, but
this humble jinn is willing to grant ye one request. And thou must be
pleased with thy gift for I wish ye no ill. Thou hast bestowed on me my
greatest desire, my freedom. For that I eternally thank thee," the jinn
said bowing again.
"One wish?" Steve asked rubbing his chin. "Three would be better, but I
never knew anyone who even met a genie. It's like I won the lottery,
Abby."
"Abdukrahman," the jinn replied gently correcting him.
Staring up to the ceiling he sighed, "Right. Let me see now. Anything I
want? That's quite an offer, Abercrombie. There's one thing that I have
wanted for the longest time. I wish I had some decent pecs."
The jinn bowed slightly opening up his hands. "I do not understand thy
request, most ambiguous one."
Steve pointed to his broad chest. "Pecs. Nipples. Chests. Puffs. Pec-
ter-al muscles. You know, man boobs!" he explained as he raised his
voice and grabbed his nipples.
The great confidence oozed by the jinn seemed to evaporate though he was
determined to provide his benefactor with a suitable response to his
request. "Thy language sounds strange. So many words for a single
request, but my will is strong and I shall grant your request. Behold!"
he announced raising his arms over his head.
Steve stood up straight as the jinn closed his eyes, envisioned Steve's
desire and pointed both hands at Steve sending magical energy flowing
through his body.
Steve smiled as he could feel his great chest expand. When the tingling
stopped he opened his eyes. His nipples had greatly expanded in height
and width, but instead resting on large almond shaped pectoral muscles,
he had two small A sized breasts riding on his chest.
"No way!" he called out in a slightly higher voice. He tried to apply
his full male indignation upon finding these feminine mounds, but
somehow he felt softer inside. Putting his hands on his waist and
planting his feet defiantly in front of the jinn he noticed that his
stance felt a bit wider.
"Art thou please, oh obtuse one?" the jinn asked staring deep into
Steve's now large deep blue eyes.
"Like, ya know, this ain't what I was like freakin' lookin' for, you
magical moron," Steve said trying to get mad at the jinn who seemed a
bit more handsome than before.
"A thousand pardons. I will most humbly try and fulfill your desires, oh
wondrous one," he replied bowing.
Steve tried crossing his arms, but couldn't without disturbing his new
sensitive orbs. "Yea, like you better get it right this time!" he said
almost shrieking.
Again pointing his arms at Steve, he felt the same magical energy rush
throughout his body as the ornaments on his chest expanded to B cups.
Now no longer lying flat against his chest they pointed skyward and
bounced with his every breath.
"Ah! Ah!" he gasped in a much higher voice. Grabbing his breasts (That's
what he had to call them now!) they felt very, very nice. Waves of
pleasure passed through his chest.
"Like no way, you big stupid dummy!" he said looking up at the jinn as
his hair whipped across the back of his neck.
The jinn took two steps back and stuttered. "I know not how to please
thee. Meeting thy desires is my goal, oh nebulous one."
Too shocked to speak Steve noticed that his hips were now wide and full
and his nipples stuck out proudly. Rubbing them he gasped. "Oh my gawd!
Oh, wow! Like this isn't what I wanted, jinn man. Like, mostly, make it
right in thuh worst way! This is awful! Gag me with a spoon!"
"My sincere apologies, oh gracious benefactor," the jinn said even more
flustered. He immediately hit Steve with another burst of magical energy
providing Steve with a set of high and perky C cups.
Steve's gasps sounded shrill and sexy as his once broad shoulders could
now be described as a broad's shoulders. His arms were thinner and the
rest of his body was soft and rounded except for his waist that was
high, thin and tampered.
Steve reached up toward the now much taller jinn and had an urge to
scratch his eyes out with his long manicured nails. Or he had another
strange craving to pull the handsome male creature into his bedroom.
"Like, like, wow, you big stupid jerk!" he screamed in an ear shattering
voice. He grabbed his throat terrified at the sound finding no Adam's
apple on his neck. "Like change me back, you mixed up washed up Gucci
knockoff of a wish fulfiller from hell! Wow! Like this is like, ya
know, like not me in here. Wow! I do feel so bitchin'. I can't think
straight. It's like my silly little head is like full of cotton! Oh,
wow!"
As the jinn had lost all confidence, Steve found his thoughts wavering
between wanting to be a man and wanting to be with a man. All these
strange sensations and hormones surging throughout his body were giving
him foreign thoughts and alien desires. And the jinn before him was the
most handsome and MOST powerful man he had ever seen.
Steve grabbed his head shaking it vigorously as his long luscious blonde
hair sensuously stroked his backside. "Like I can't think right! Wow!
Abby, oh, baby, like make it right! Gag me with a SPOOOOON! Like, ya
know, this is ya know, like, totally what I don't want! I gotta like be
a dude. Duh. I can't take all this new stuff surfing through my head
anymore, jinn man. Fix it now, like wow, Abby! Like, like I WANT TO BE A
MAN. DUH!" he yelled out loud.
"Let it be so!" exclaimed the jinn. He cracked his knuckles, delved deep
into Steve's mind and pulled out image after image. He raised his arms
producing a large glowing ball of greenish energy balanced between his
hands. The ball crackled and spit static electricity as it swirled above
his head. Growing in size and power, the jinn flung it at Steve in one
last attempt to satisfy the wishes of his unusual and confused
benefactor. Steve's apartment lit up as the ball of energy hit Steve
and exploded. His world went black.
"And then he took me back to his apartment and like tried to get fresh.
And no, I did not let that dude do that. I was not goin' to go all thuh
way with some geeky salesman from Pasadena even if he did have a Porshe.
Duh! Your hair is like, ya know, so classy-like, but I can give you some
extra body. Ever think of goin' blonde, Gina?" asked the ultra-feminine
hairstylist working at the Santa Monica Peerless Salon.
Steve Marcus was no more; now completely lost somewhere between his
wishes and his desires. In his place stood Amanda Marcus, stylish, style
queen and style-setter on the best beaches in Santa Monica.
Primming both Gina and herself she looked in the mirror, complemented
Gina on her own taste and blew herself a kiss.
"Thanks, you're sweet. But it's really all due to you. You do great
work, Amanda," replied Gina patting Amanda on the hand. She had relied
on Amanda's skill to keep her hair looking its best for the last three
years.
Amanda smiled. "Thanks. Only five bitchin' years to get through beauty
school! Anyway, I just don't know these dudes sometimes. Two legs and
like eight hands. Duh! Not like that cute guy down at thuh gym. You
know, the one in thuh weight room? All muscles and such a handsome dude.
Awesome! Now he was, ya know, like, real dreamy. Yeaaa. And speakin' of
dreams. I had this real freakin' dream last night. All of these far out
thin's were happenin' to me. Wild thin's. Magic, you know? Would ya
believe that? Like magic is real! Genies! Get real! And like I dreamed I
was changed >from a guy into a woman."
"That is extremely freaky," agreed Gina shaking her head and sipping her
latte.
Amanda stopped and placed her hands under her chest emphasizing her DDD
breasts. "Absolutely. I mean like I tell ya! DO I LOOK like A MAN?
Duh!"
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