THE CREATURE WITHIN 14 JENNA rsquo S FULFILLMENT
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It must have been over a hundred degrees up in that attic. I was sweating
like a pig and cursing under my breath a lot. I should have been enjoying
a nice summer break somewhere cool. I should have been at a beach resort
hotel somewhere, drinking margaritas and taking in the tropical breezes,
spending evenings in a cool piano bar with a brandy. One of the only
reasons I had become a schoolteacher was the long vacation time. But on
top of the spoiled brat kids I had to pound data into during the school
year, I now had to work my summer vacations doing manual labor, cleaning
up abandoned houses for a salvage company. Sallie Mae, that bitch, owned
me and she wanted her student loans paid on time. So summers were spent
in sweaty, hard labor.
Worse, Todd, the guy who owned the company I worked for, was a real jerk.
He constantly was teasing me with a, "Hey, I never even graduate high
school and look who works for me!" And then he'd order me off to do the
dirtiest, heaviest, grossest clean-up jobs. Then he'd rub it in, telling
me how he was going to go take the afternoon off and check up on the strip
club that he had a part ownership in. The air-conditioned strip club. He
was a slimebag; an oily, fat, beast of a man.
The house I was working on was a real prize. I felt bad that it was going
to be stripped of its woodwork and ornament, cannibalized for some yuppie
gentrification project, and then knocked down to make way for a Mal-Wart
superstore. The house hadn't been occupied for some time. It was a big
old Victorian, gooey with gingerbread and the inside looked like it hadn't
been touched in a century. The attic was filled with wooden crates and
boxes, rolled up bundles, and random crap, as well as dust and spider
webs. I was supposed to unload all that stuff and bring it down to the
curb.
I found what appeared to be a pretty decent oriental carpet and thought
for a moment that this might be a good supplement to my crap wage. Shove
it in my old pick-up, put it on ebay and Todd would never be the wiser.
As it unrolled a cloud of dust rose up from the carpet and began to take a
form. It shimmered in the dim streams of light coming through the cracks
in the attic roof and began to coalesce into an almost human form,
floating above the carpet. Soon it was very human, mostly human that is,
for it disappeared around where the ankles might be. In fact it was a
fairly attractive woman, who appeared to be Persian.
"Wow," she said. "Feels good to get some fresh air!" She stretched her
limbs and cracked her knuckles.
I just stood with my jaw hanging at an odd angle. So this is what happens
from heat exhaustion, I thought. Hallucinations.
"Ah. You're not hallucinating, Harry." Then she produced a pitcher of
cold water from thin air, poured out a glass, and then threw the glass in
my face. Then she poured out another and offered it to me.
I was definitely wet and I was pretty sure I wasn't hallucinating. But I
decided to go along and see where this went.
"I'm a genie," she remarked flatly. "I live - or something like live - in
the carpet. I know, I know, most genies are supposed to live in bottles.
But believe me, carpets are much more interesting. Lots of stuff going on
in a carpet."
I frankly didn't know what to say at that.
"Okay, I'm assuming you're not stupid. Actually, I can read your mind,
sort of, so I know you're not stupid. But for clarification, you get
three wishes. Now, I could go into the lengthy list of rules if you like.
First, no wishing for more wishes. Second, no dead people. Can't kill
anyone or bring anyone back from the dead. Third, no violations of the
Federal Communications Commission regulations. Fourth, time travel is a
very bad idea. Fifth, I can not control for the contingencies of wish
fulfillment. All sorts of things in the universe change depending on one
wish. Sixth, I reserve the right to misinterpret your wish for purposes
of mischief. Seventh, a wish to unwish a wish is a full wish. Eighth..."
I had stopped listening. If this was a hallucination it was getting
pretty dull. Why not humor my hallucination and start wishing.
"So you're ready to begin?" she interrupted herself.
"Yes. I just want to think carefully for a wish."
"Well, you could be boring and wish for money. That's what everybody
does. But it seldom works out for the best. I'm telling you I know from
experience that money doesn't buy happiness." She looked at me
quizzically for a moment, then said, "Now a quick read of your inner
secrets reveals to me that there's something you've always thought about
but never revealed to anyone. I could help with that."
I looked at her blankly.
"No use denying it to me. I'm a genie. You've always thought you'd
rather be a woman. Your wish is my command. Easily done."
I don't know how she knew, but she knew. I always had thought it, but I'd
never admitted it or even lived it. I was content as a heterosexual guy,
not terribly good looking, not awful, and I dated women. Occasionally. I
wasn't gay, I guess, but I would rather have been a woman.
"Okay," I said uneasily. "I wish I was a beautiful, healthy, 23-year-old
woman."
"Done," the genie said.
There was a shimmering of light and everything changed. I felt nothing,
but I was soon standing in a very different room. It looked like a beach
resort hotel room.
"I read your mind in other ways, too," the genie said. "Consider it a
bonus."
I ran over to the mirror. My mind was a little foggy, but all I could
think about was seeing what I looked like. In the mirror, staring back at
me, was a beautiful, olive skinned woman, with gorgeous black hair,
intense brown eyes, and full red lips. I almost couldn't take my
beautiful eyes off my beautiful face, but I glanced down at my figure.
Perfect. I could have been a supermodel. Gorgeous big breasts, long
legs, a perfect ass. I couldn't believe it. My breath quickened.
"Ay!" I said. Then things started to get strange. The fog in my mind
felt like it was penetrating deeper. I looked at the genie. She was
lounging on the king sized hotel bed, sipping a pina colada.
"You like?"
"Um. Yes. Um. But I feel.... my head. Que esta...? What's happening
to ... no! Yo hablo Ingles!!!"
I clutched my chest. I realized now I was wearing what looked like a
uniform. My hand touched a nametag, which read 'Margarita.' "Yo soy
Margarita?" I said forlornly.
"Yup. That fog you feel is the magic compensating. I said I wasn't
responsible for contingency. Apparently the magic feels that you'd be a
wonderful maid at a resort hotel. I guess finding you cleaning up that
attic means this is the life for you. I'm more of a conduit for this
stuff. I give the orders, the orders work the way that they work. I have
a feeling you might be wanting worry about the INS, too."
"No!!! No!!" I struggled to think. Memories of a different life began
to flood my brain. I felt, or knew, that I had crossed a border
illegally. Trying to get here to make money. Maybe marry a nice man for
a green card. Wait. I had to stop. "Another weeesh," I looked at the
genie desperately.
"Boy, give a guy what he wishes for and he just wants more. Okay. What
is it?"
I found I could speak English again, but it was hard. "I, I, I weesh to
steel be beautiful young woman. But American. Caucasian. A beautiful,
Caucasian-American woman, successful with a good paying job and the skills
and intelligence appropriate for that job." I did not want to be a maid
working at a hotel illegally.
"Not racist much, are we," said the genie. She waved her hand.
Nothing about the room changed. I stared at the genie who just shrugged
her shoulders. Then I looked down at my hands and noticed my skin had
lightened. I had long fingers with even longer, highly polished red
nails. Blonde hair fell in front of my face. I turned around and looked
in the mirror again.
Stunning. I was stunning. A lush mass of radiant blonde hair framed a
perfect all-American bombshell face - big, blue eyes, a pert little nose,
and luscious lips that just formed a perfect little "o" expression. I was
almost lost in my reflection and hardly noticed the fog in my head. I
slowly scanned the rest of my body. My breasts were even bigger, rounder
and more beautiful than before. I had an ample, heart-shaped ass, and
legs that looked fantastic in six-inch heels and fishnet stockings. In
addition to that, I saw that I was wearing a leopard print miniskirt and a
black halter-top that showed off my cleavage to great effect. I had big
hoop earrings and a diamond studded choker collar.
The fog kept coming. I was too preoccupied to notice. I turned around to
the genie.
"No more INS, worries, honey. And you're a real looker."
"Um, thanks!" It was hard to think. And I had a squeaky voice that made
me sound moronic.
"Um..." I was pouting. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't think of
the words. Something seemed wrong. "Um," I repeated. The genie just sat
there. I wanted her to talk so I wouldn't have to keep thinking.
Thinking of what I was going to say kinda hurt. "Um... like... I... I
thought I was... um... supposed to be... like... um, um... a business
woman!" God that felt good. I got the thought out and really felt happy
with myself. Almost proud.
"You didn't wish to be a business woman," said the genie.
"I didn't?" My eyes got wider and I pouted more.
"No. You wished to be, and I quote, 'successful with a good paying job
and the skills and intelligence appropriate for that job'."
"Oh," I said. I furrowed my brow. "But, um,..."
"I can see this is going to be hard, so I'll spell it out. You said
nothing about being a business woman. You wished to be successful with a
good paying job."
"I'm Brandi!" I said, excitedly. It seemed to be appropriate. I
remembered thinking about brandy. Maybe this had something to do with it.
"Yes, you're Brandi," the genie sounded a little short-tempered. I felt
bad. I didn't mean to make her angry. "And Brandi, what do you do for a
living?"
"Um. I'm a dancer!" I gave a little jump and clapped my hands.
"Yes. You're a dancer. You're very successful and well paid. And you
have exactly the skills and intelligence appropriate for that job."
"Oh. I get it!" I didn't get it. "Wow. This place is really cool!" I
looked out the window of the hotel, at the beach and the palm trees, and
the hotel pool and the bar. Oooh. The bar.
"Brandi. You still have one more wish. Do you know what you want to wish
for?"
"Ummmm." Oh god. A question. I wasn't sure how to answer this. The fog
felt so good, so comforting, and here came this stabbing thing I couldn't
describe, coming through the nice fuzzy fog. "Ummmm."
"You get another wish. What do you want?" The genie now sounded very
annoyed.
"I don't know!" I shrieked. Then I giggled. "Ummm. Ummm. Okay, ummm.
Hold on, like, ooooh." I was feeling very frustrated. It was so hard to
think.
"Oh god. Ummm. I just wish I had someone to tell me what to do. Ummm
okay, what to wish for. Ummmm. Okay, I could wish for..."
The genie cut me off with a wave. "Third wish complete. You now have
someone to tell you what to do."
I had no clue what the genie was talking about. But she started to fade
away into dust as the door to the hotel opened and Todd walked in. Oily,
beastly Todd. I just looked at him, stupidly. I guess stupid was my
natural look. I felt real good. I just wanted to dance. I wanted to
make men happy.
"Hey Brandi," he said. "All that cruising down at the hotel bar has made
me real horny." I looked at him, smiled and giggled. He sat down in a
chair and undid his belt. "Come over hear and suck Todd off. You know
you want some." He pulled down his pants and his penis thrust up. I got
down on my knees and stuck my face in his lap, taking his cock in my mouth
and slowly wrapping my lips around the shaft. Up and down, up and down.
The fog felt so good. It felt so good to have someone to tell me what to
do. It was hard to giggle with Todd's cock in my mouth, but I felt so
happy.
Somewhere deep inside my head, something felt very wrong.
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