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[Edited version. Thanks a lot to Catfish who did a great job at painstakingly pointing out thousands of minor and major errors!] ==== Chapter One: Dajinni ===== I walked home from school. The P.E. class had run late, so it was already 5 PM. I was alone, too - my best friend Maputo had skipped the afternoon classes. It was my birthday - I was eighteen as of today. So I was pretty sure I knew what was going on: Maputo was preparing a surprise for me at home. Just as I crossed the street, I heard a voice inside my jacket. "Wanooralat-kim mays, wanooralat hemis kanaar ni'a Da-Jinni hemlam aalor-am... Am-hrrrmmmm. Tika-mau? Tika-mau si kotuffu! Tika-mau..." I literally leaped into the air when I heard that voice. It went on and on, it seemed to come from my clothes, and it sounded like some prayer, but it became louder and louder. I hurried to the sidewalk and checked my pockets. My cell phone had been broken since the day before yesterday, so it wasn't a call, but maybe it was some surprise from Maputo... "What's going on?" I asked loudly. The deep voice seemed to come from my chest. "Am-hrm, hi... heard me kotuffu ...someone. Beni... Good, good. The amulet shall be placed-laid- put on the stone-altar and we can proceed-go-on." I suddenly understood some of the words, but it didn't make much more sense. "Which amulet? Who are you?" Then I found that the voice was coming from my crucifix. It was a thin chain, consisting of intricately interlocked bronze segments. My dad had gotten it from a junk market once, or something like that. When Mom found it in his stuff, she added a small, fitting bronze cross. She put it around my neck and told me to wear it all the time. Of course I did. It was one of the last memories of Dad. I looked at the bronze cross curiously. Was this a message from beyond the grave? "Dad?" "Eighteen years I have waited, in this moment you are reaching your Eighteenth year, so now I appear before you... Am-hrrrmmmm. What's this, take me out of this dark place at final!" The voice wasn't my dad. It was deeper and talked totally different. But still, who else would it be? I took the cross out of my shirt and pulled the chain over my head. I was afraid that the voice would stop talking, but also afraid that I was having hallucinations. "Who's this?" I asked. "What, I-me am unknown-unheard to the person I was granted-given? Ah, I see, time-centuries must have passed. So, the adorned chain-amulet may now be taken off, onto the stone surface-altar you may lay me." I looked around - nobody was there. That wasn't unusual - I was walking along the unsightly side street between the old bike factory and the slightly newer apartment blocks, not far from the apartment where I lived with Mom. The concrete bricks of the abandoned factory were covered in bright graffiti. The surroundings were neither populated nor dangerous - at least, not at this time of day. Still, it was unnerving to hear a voice. I held the cross in my hands now. Then I did was the voice commanded - putting it on a stone surface. I just hunkered down and put it on the sidewalk in front of me. A light flickered around the chains, looking like St. Elmo's fire. Then the chain vanished, leaving only the cross laying on the ground! A ghostly shape formed above the symbol. It grew and took the form of a naked male torso with a clean-shaved head. No arms, no legs. The whole image looked like a projection. Not like a hologram, more like the white outlines of a ghost. It - he - looked into directly at me. "The fear-scare may leave you, nobody will not put a harm on you." I wanted to tell him that I was not frightened, but then I realized that maybe I was. So I nodded and remained silent. Then I poked into the air before me. I couldn't touch the ghost, or spirit, or smoke, or whatever it was. My finger went against a barrier in midair, so I couldn't stick it inside the projection. "My name might have been heard by you, I hopefully hope. I am Dajinni." The ghostly figure frowned upon his own words. "The language-tongue spoken here is a thing to be detested. What happened to the poetic verses of New Saaba? Even High Deemat hexameter speech is fading into nothing!" I understood his words, but the meaning took some time to reach my mind. I guess my mouth was open, and I was probably trembling and stammering, when I responded: "You're a genie?" "Dajinni is my full name, not 'ah geenee'," corrected the genie in front of me. "Only-alone of my kind, and seemingly forgotten-unheard since my last summoning. How have had hap... ham... had hap has have hat hag hog hug hon hop hag hone harm her him he she it hit hot hut huff hulk how hi hello." I shook my head when the genie-projection seemed to have a malfunction. This was a kind of joke, and not a very elaborate one. Okay, whoever was kidding me, he had me with this convincing three-dimensional projection, but seriously! This was a laughing matter. "... ANCIENT SPIRITS! Is this a senseful language AT ALL?" I stared at the stammering form in front of me. No way this was supposed to pass as an ancient spirit? As a genie? Hah. But I wanted to play along, testing this. Whatever it was, it was a pretty amazing technology. A ghost-like hologram, kick my ass! Not to mention how my chain just disappeared in midair. It really looked like magic. "I don't know, English can get pretty complicated. I sure don't have good grades in the subject." "So you don't know your own language?" the spirit frowned. I bit my lips. This whole setup was also connected to a phone, because whoever controlled that thing, he could make the projection respond to my question. I smiled at the apparition. "It's the year 2013 now, in case you're wondering." "Impossible! Last time the priests granted me to one-person-man, it was the year of 2798! Queen-supreme Pima-Greatest-Saaba brought me to the palace-court of Esholomo to grant the young king-ruler a favor!" "I never heard of them." I grinned. The genie was talking gibberish, just to confuse me. This sounded like Maputo, but my best friend was certainly too old by now for this kind of prank. Still, this show with a confused genie was, heh... Pretty good. The apparition seemed genuinely outraged. "Strange are these times indeed. No altar, no priest-wiseguys around, and the ugly temples around here look like they are cast out of a singular solid stone-rock. At least the colors please the eye... Though I don't detect-see Saabaan temple symbols, they look impressive, larger than... Hm. I heard-them-say-spoken that there are similar wall painting-murals in Black-Soil-Lands. No. Blacksoil... Pf, the name has changed since then. AHA! Egypt?" The outlined figure of the man looked at the graffiti on the urban walls beside us. His ghostly white eyes with no pupils flashed with every syllable. "Egypt?" I laughed. "No, no no, this place is just my town, we're in..." "It doesn't really matter." The genie Dajinni sneered proudly in his deep voice. His blank, flashing eyes seemed to fixate upon me, flickering. "Hopefully I hope that powerful spirits guided the artisans- painters," he murmured. "I'm Jamey Stan, pleasure to meet you," I said and hold out my hand. Hilarious that this projection didn't have arms or hands. I really wanted to shake hands with an illusion. "So, Mr. Genie. I'm supposed to get my three wishes or something? Okay?" Dajinni coughed again. "Hmf .okay-okay-okay Do they say this now? Okay? Okay. Hm. Speech patterns change too quickly. Ingrateful-despicable brat that he was, the young king-ruler insulted me with a simple 'Alleh- Lujah', back in those days. But 'Okay' is even worse. And when I look at your clothes, I hardly can believe you are part of the noble-ruling- from-ancient class." The murmurs became faint. "Although, your clothes are free from the stench of hard work and soil-dirting, and your hair-of-head is kept well, wellkept, wellkept." Dajinni pursed his lips. I scratched my head. This show was over the top. What did this guy want to express there? What was the point? Was this supposed be an insult? I'm black from my mother's side. Why would anyone make a comment like this? Of course I didn't look like a upper-class guy. I was dressed in a regular school outfit. We didn't have uniforms like those elite schools. So I always dressed in a way that the other kids at school wouldn't pick on me. So, I tried to gather some useful thoughts. Was this Dajinni - whoever was behind the projection - was he a racist? And was this a joke from a friend, or was this some mix-up? Or, God prevent it, was there a honest- to-real genie flickering in front of me? Or had someone doped me with some drugs? God, I hoped not. Mom'd kill me. Anyhow... Dajinni had now finished his critical check of my appearance. He stopped mumbling insults and raised his voice. "Prove to me first that wisdom beyond your age is inherent in your soul- mind-spirit, before I grant you your wish-of-heart." I snorted. "Errr... Wisdom beyond my age?" The outlines of the face became edgy. "Tell me the answer to the following question, Shamie Stan: What is a sum of forty-two and fifty-five?" "Uhh.. My name is Jamey, not Shamie." This question took me by surprise. I had thought about some insane riddles, not math. I quickly added the numbers, well as quickly as possible. "Nnn...ninety-seven?" The face nodded gravely. "And what is the number of the circle?" "Huh?" "So, you know not the number of the circle?" The deep voice had the gotcha!-tone of a vengeful math teacher. I started to laugh. "You mean, this how-they-call-it, pi?" "Pi?" Come on, you lame ghost. "You know, three point one four yada yada?" For the first time, the eyes of Dajinni lightened up so brightly that I had to look away. "You know it by the fracture-split, this is extraordinary! Jamey Stan. Need to keep-remember this name. Potential. Your wiseguy-priests seem to have prepared you well for this moment- time! Just one last test: read me the mural behind you." Again, I was lost at this question. "What's a mural? Did you just insult me again?" "The wall paintings-murals behind you form words, no-doubting. If you decipher them, I will... Hm." The genie tilted his head. "I am magically bound to understand any language, but what does this one mean?" I turned and stared at the walls. "You can't read this graffiti?" The ghostly torso turned to me again, and I averted my eyes when his flashed like tiny suns. "Of course I can! I know this trick! Solving my own puzzles for dumb princesses and uncouth high priests... I will not read it for you so that you can repeat after me! Read it yourself! And explain me the meaning!" Again, Dajinni had that vengeful-teacher-tone in his voice. I blushed. The graffiti had huge colorful letters. I never actually paid attention to the words, but now... "It says..." I gulped. "I WANNA CUM INSIDE YO MOM." I hesitated. The genie wanted me to analyze this, like a poem in English class? "And it means that someone... um... is in love with... er... the mother... of his friend." "Ah. Ohhh, yes, now I understand the meaning. The classical tragedy- tale, told in six poetic words, it seems?" "Um. Yes. Like that. Exactly like that." I had no idea which classical tragedy the insane genie impersonator meant, but I was relieved that he was content with my answer. I stared at the wall again, then at him, to see what he was up to next. I had already some doubts about this being a prank or joke. What if I was really the master of a wish-granting genie now? Like Aladdin? "Arm-Hrmhrmhrm," the deep voice grumbled. "As they say it nowadays in your kingdom... Alleh-Lujah? Nono... OKAY! You hold wisdom beyond your age indeed, just as king-ruler Esholomo and princess-daughter Pima and all the others in their age. You may now speak your wish, young lord... hrm. Or are you already a priest?" I wasn't sure about all this mumbo-jumbo. Did that lame genie take me for the Prince of Zamunda or what? "Can't you first tell me what's your deal?" Dajinni sighed. "Every nine years I may manifest myself in front of the wearer of the bronze amulet-chain that is..." He looked at the ground. "Oh..." "...that amulet that is no longer attached to the bronze chain, in fact. Nonetheless, the chain channels my energy so that I may manifest to anyone who at this very moment-in-time is born eighteen years old-ago and thus reaches manhood-age." He hesitated. "Or womanhood-age. Pesky priestesses and princesses... My servance... er... servitude... er... service... thrice-cursed be this wobbly language, disallowing me clear speech!" I was curious about the princesses. I was thinking beautiful white girls with impossible figures and ballroom dresses. This was hard to believe. Maybe I should ask him to fall one of that princess in love with me. Then again, those princess were probably long dead by now. "So, you have served real princesses?" "Hrmmm? Indeed so. Alltoomany requests for power and beauty had they put on me." His deep voice became a whisper. He leaned towards me as if telling me a secret. "Did you know that the first woman I granted her wish, requested for every female to look permanently as if baby-nursing? Since then, all women have these unsightly flesh-hills on their chest, always after becoming a woman. Foolish in the opinion of mine, so I hope you hopefully understand that the critically eyes of mine check-assessed your wisdom and education." I blushed when I realized what this seemed to mean. My jaw dropped. "You tell me YOU created boobs?" Dajinni sniffed and smacked his lips. It looked comical. "MammariesAppleBreastTitBudBoobGazon... ah! Boob. Yes, yes indeed. Twenty generations of feminine rulership passed until Esholomo wished for maledom to have equal powers again. Heh. Too thankful for his wish, I granted him more much than he asked for." The genie smiled and winked. I was still dazzled. How had I never heard about this! A princess who created boobs? That was one for the history books - not that I cared too much about history. Maybe the genie was coming from the future? He said something about the year 2700. But... no, that was nonsense. "What do you mean? When did all this happen?" "Esholomo wished for men to be as powerful as women. Hah! But when obliging his wish, I made women weak, too!" boasted Dajinni. "Hah! The look on Queen Pima-Saaba was a prize-to-be-uncalculated, when I saw her muscles vanish, leaving her a frail body." The genie sniffed and looked up to the sky. Now, his eyes flashed. "This can't be. The magic signature of the holy sun indicates... NO! Has someone buried me??" "Magic signature? Holy sun? What?" "I was not awake for... nearly threethousand years, and... ancient spirits..." mumbled the genie. I began to doubt all my senses. This whole thing didn't seem even the slightest bit real. I decided to ask about one of my most pressing questions. "Yyy...you claim you made men superior to women? For thousands of years?" The genie turned his head when he heard my accusing tone. "We are superior, undoubtable! That indignance of being a woman's slave is to be described-descripted as unbearable-harsh." I shook my head. I was just a teen, and what Dajinni just told me went against everything I believed. Like free will. Mom was always lecturing me to respect women as equal. On the other side, a few of my friends viewed girls like objects. Richard, for example, he treated his girlfriend Nepal like shit - and she didn't protest. Okay, Nepal wasn't the brightest knife in the drawer, but still... I shrugged off these thoughts. "Okay, back to the deal. You appear and then..." Dajinni smacked his lips again. "I fulfill-grant one wish of the choice of the chains-owner and then I return to inactive-ation for eighteen years until a following generation approaches the same age and wears the chain on the moment of the eighteenth year of his birth," he said. "So speak your wish now, mortal!" "Are there any limitations to what I can _wish_?" My voice vibrated somehow when I said "wish", as if it was amplified and more pronounced. "Well, for example, you may not directly interfere with death." "What?" "You can not make-raise someone-person to live again. Nor neither you cannot wish for someone-person to die." Damn, I thought. This was Daddy's chain, after all. If this really was a genie, I'd love to make Dad live again. That would have been my first wish. "You can wish for a kill-sword of being in your possession, and I can grant the wish. Just-only not let me-myself do the deed." "Hmm..." I thought about it for a moment. Of course I wasn't interested in vorpal cutlery. Weapons were trouble. "What about a device to resurrect dead people?" Dajinni's white eyes had no pupils, but for some reason I knew he was uneasy. "Device?" "Like, a machine! Oooh... can you make a time travel machine, or something like that?" "Time travel machine... You... UH!! I-myself-Dajinni-fulfill-granter-of- dreams, refuse any more counsel-chattering with you. Smartass." There was a frown in the ghostly face. "So, you won't fulfill...?" "I'm magic-bound to serve-grant one wish. One. This I will do." "Whew. Cool with me. Can I think it over?" "No. If you don't speak your one wish now, it is forfeit. Wish now." Jeez, I thought. First he asks silly questions and rambles about the past. Now, when it comes to actual wishes, he hurried me. Should I wish for a magical tool that allowed me to resurrect people? How could that tool work? Or could I ask for a time machine? As far as I know from my share of movies, however, asking for such a thing wouldn't be good. There would be troubles, arresting, and all that. I suddenly realized that I could try another trick. "I _wish_ that I can grant limitless wishes!" Dajinni was obviously taken aback. His deep voice rasped: "That is against... no it isn't... NOOO... this is unheard of!" The ghostly outline swayed. Suddenly, a hand materialized on his torso and he snapped his fingers, as if threatening me. "If you can't do it, I can wish for something else..." I began, but Dajinni shook his head. "I will now retreat for eighteen years." While the white outlines of the ghostly figure vanished, I could hear another sentence of the deep voice. "Hopefully I hope that they won't skip another two thousand or twelve hundred thousand years... Need me, these fools..." With a 'clink', the bronze chain materialized out of the smoke and fell lifelessly to the ground. The cross Mom added was now separated from the chain. I sat on my knees on the sidewalk, prodding it. Nothing happened. "I wish I had a working smartphone right now." Nothing happened. "I wish I knew how I can make my father live again." Nothing happened. "I wish I had thousand dollars in my hand." Nothing happened. "I wish that the genie appears again." Nothing happened. I took the chain and put it around my neck again. I repeated several more of my wishes, I concentrated on just making them happen, but again: Nothing happened. At all. Had it been a hallucination? Or a joke? Or a daydream? My friend Maputo, especially, wasn't above pulling a prank like this. It was obvious that I couldn't solve this mystery for now. One thing was for sure: I couldn't wish for anything at all. This whole setup was a joke. Just who would make it? It seemed so pointless! I took the scary chain off, stuffed it in my pocket and went the last few meters to my home, climbed the stairs and rushed into the apartment. ==== Chapter Two: Wish Flurry ===== Me and mom lived in a small apartment, but I had my own room. And as I expected: Maputo was already in the living room, sitting on the couch and playing a console game. Maputo's parents worked full time and very late, so the boy stayed at our place more often than at his own. He even had his own set of keys. "Hi, Maputo!" I said and joined my friend on the couch. "Hi, Jame! Happy birthday!" Maputo hadn't gone to extreme lengths to decorate. There were some garlands on the shelves, and a cake on the table, most likely from Maputo's grandma. Maputo congratulated me again and presented me the cake and the decorations. Then he explained that he was already testing my birthday present: the newest racing car game. "I wouldn't give you a game that I hadn't tested, you understand?" We played the game for a while. "So, what do you know about genies, Maputo?" I asked my friend after he won the first round and started the next one. Maybe I could bring Maputo right into confessing that Dajinni had been a joke... "Which game do you mean, bro?" Maputo shrugged. "No, I mean, outside the games. You know, the real myths and fairy tales. The rules." "Dude, I watched the Disney movie and that's it." "What about your... you-know-what-I-mean-games?" I insisted. I knew that Maputo had once hat a secret hobby as a roleplaying nerd. His parents forbade it for some stupid religious reason, and my mom would have done the same. Those adults were all nuts about those games. There were a lot of console games we also couldn't play, for that same reason. Maputo had been in this RPG group for maybe two years, then he left a year ago. He decided to work out more. He intended to really get the girls that the other nerds only drooled after. "Secret lore, dude, and I told you those days are over." "What if I've... if I meet a real genie and get a free wish? Ever thought of that?" Maputo rolled his eyes, said nothing and won the round quite easily. Finally, he answered my question. "In the myths... pff. I think they always screw people over. So that people have only the last request to revert the first two. Get what I mean?" "I only had... I mean, what if they only give you one wish?" Maputo shrugged. "They screw you even more, I guess. For example: I could _wish_ that my parents are filthy rich, but it turns out the money comes from bank robberies. Then..." Something weird happened. Just after the word "wish", Maputo's voice sounded more pronounced, like if he was speaking from underwater. I felt like I was standing beside myself. I watched as I lifted my own hand slightly and snapped my fingers. Then everything was back to normal. "Yeah, then they snap their fingers like that. Anyway, it turns out the money comes from that bank robbery, and they have to go to prison. You got the money, but you are screwed. See what I mean? You don't gain nothing." Maputo told me that one of his former nerd friends had been a big geek about genies. "He was really a fanatic. He collected every story, and then compared them and cross-referenced them. A real loser, you know? Truth is, I didn't want to end up like those nerds. Collecting myths and fairy tales and rubbish while hanging out in basements eating pizza. I mean, we're sitting here on your couch and playing a game, but we're honest about it. We know that this is not the real life. Those guys? They forget." I nodded. I quickly dropped the topic - Maputo wasn't the culprit of the joke, it seemed. We stopped playing the game and sat for a while on the couch, silent. I didn't feel like playing anymore. So we went to the kitchen table, where the chocolate cake from Maputo's granny was waiting. "Hey, you loser, don't touch it yet," laughed Maputo. "Richard and Nepal are coming over, we can't start without them. Let's just..." The quip hurt me. The quip about being a loser. I didn't show it. Actually, I WAS a loser. Okay, a normal boy really, but my prospects were bleak. I went to the local high school, my dad was dead, my mother had practically turned into a nun, and after school I was going to have some job. That moment was coming rather soon, because I was very, very close to dropping out without any degree besides middle school. I couldn't know what job waited for me, exactly, but I knew it would be something menial. Janitor or cashier in the supermarket. If I was very, very lucky. I didn't like that idea, but I didn't exactly have the best grades anymore. I didn't even belong to one of the groups or gangs - I was just running along aimlessly, following the rest of the crowd. I could count my true friends on one hand. There was Richard, Maputo and Nepal. Yes, I didn't even need all the fingers. My family was in a church community. Now that Dad had been dead for six years, Mom had turned heavily into religion, and dragged me to church every Sunday. Maputo and his parents went there, too, so I couldn't complain. The preaching and the rhythmic songs were not very inspirational to us boys. Moreso the nice boobs of the choir girls. Delicious round orbs. In some cases hidden behind a nice, low cleavage. Maputo and me agreed that choir girl boobs were the best feature of Sunday's church visits. Mom had of course noticed, or at least suspected something. So she once called me on it. Well, she encouraged me to see the girls and ask them out. I guess she thought a religious girl from our community was better as a daughter-in-law than a random dirty slut. But right after telling me that dating was okay, she gave me a long lesson about how hard things were for girls and women. What a big responsibility love and marriage was. That I should be nice to a girl, and not do this and not do that. Over the years, she had anchored her values so deep in me that I considered myself better off if I just avoided girls. Mom said herself it was okay to look, as long as I didn't undress them with my eyes. So I was content with looking. When others told me of their conquests, I was rather glad. I never had to worry about all those guilt trips and friend zones. I could keep my pocket money for myself. I never had to pay for a girlfriend's dinner, or her clothes. Or worse. Still, that was Maputo's favorite topic. Girls. Boobs. He was a handsome black guy, lean and pretty average, getting fitter recently and trying to get under the clothes of any woman. So far, he had had mixed success. He claimed he'd gotten to second base with lots of girls, but when asked about the details or the names, he couldn't name more than five - tops. I knew that two of his stories weren't blatant lies. So, Maputo really HAD already touched the soft skin under girls' shirts. Of course, he dreamt of going further. Maputo didn't notice that I wasn't paying attention to him anymore, and was pondering my own thoughts. I just nodded and hmm-ed so that he kept talking. Suddenly I had the odd feeling again. I didn't exactly know what happened, but I stood next to myself and heard him saying in a amplified voice: "_wish_ that all girls like to display their boobs! - Dude, will you stop that, it's annoying!" The last sentence was already clear again. I shook my head. "What?" "That snapping. Stop it." "Oh, uh. Didn't mean to do this," I said, but Maputo was already dreaming of naked skin again. Now I paid closer attention. "And of course, I like those busty bimbo girl from the church choir. And you know which one? That Sandra one! She is always jiggling her boobs and showing her ass whenever she moves." I coughed politely. I knew which girl Maputo was talking about, but my own fantasy was obviously not as perverted as Maputo's. Sandra was in fact in the "larger" category, but also shy and not showing her body off. Maputo continued: "Sometimes I just _wish_ Sandra was bustier and always horny." For the third time, I lifted my hand and snapped the fingers automatically. This time I clearly saw what happened. It was as if I was both looking through my eyes and looking over my own shoulder from a few meters apart. My body lifted my hand, and I couldn't do anything about it. As soon as Maputo finished his sentence, I was reunited with my body again, and could move my hand normally. I realized that something strange was going on. Again, there had been this vibrating tone in Maputo's voice, just at the word "wish." And did I really raise my hand, press my fingers together - just when Maputo finished his sentence? "Maputo, I think there is something you should know!" "Yeah?" I felt awkward - if this was all a prank or joke, I'd look like a moron. "Err. I think... I fulfilled your wishes!" Maputo laughed aloud, just as I feared. Only when I found he was not mocking me, I relaxed a bit. Maputo was just amused by my remark. "Good one, Jame! Tell you what, then I _wish_ I was a copy of Sandra, it'd be awesome!" I got the weird feeling again. Just as before, I had a out-of-body experience, but again, I found that I was still inside my body at the same time. I even felt how my fingers moved. They sharply rasped together, and a popping sound filled the air. This time, the change was seen immediately. Maputo's chest became bigger and bulged out, his facial features became softer; he got long eyelashes and long, artistically braided hair. His skin became less dark. It took just seconds until his huge tits tore his buttoned shirt open, ripping off some buttons. He yanked his baggy jeans up. Just in time: his hips filled out, and the large pants were now strained to the last seam. His cheeks flushed red. "Oh my fucking..." he said in a female voice. "Did you really... how could this have happened!?" I hadn't even had time to hide behind the sofa when it all started. Instead, I couldn't help but marvel at the goddess that was standing in front of me, with her boobs dangling out of Maputo's shirt. She had a figure like the Sandra from the church choir. Well, fuller and curvier. It was Sandra plus. Her face looked like the creation of a sculptor, with delicate round eyebrows, framed by a mane of braided black locks. Her tongue curved around her puckered, glossy lips. My eyes didn't leave the beautiful apparition for one second. If this was real, then I DID have some power after all. Dajinni had given me the power to... what? Fulfill the wishes of OTHERS? Was that it? "Are you all right, Jame?" girl-Maputo asked and took some odd steps forward. I didn't want it at all, but I got a hard-on. Maputo lifted his heavy tits in his hands. "Did did did you really t- turn me..." he stammered. "I wish that you are back to your old self!" I said, but of course, nothing happened. Like before, down in the street. I couldn't grant my own wishes. Only Maputo could speak them, and I would grant them. "Wait, stop!" Maputo said. "I mean, this is..." he ran off to the bathroom. I followed him, only to see Maputo standing in front of the mirror and staring at his reflection. It horrified me. How large his boobs had become! He was a good friend, how could I have turned him into a girl? I knew it was a joke! "Bro, Maputo, I'm sorry, okay? You just need to wish you're back in your old body and I'll snap my fingers and..." "Nonono!" girl-Maputo turned to look at me. There was a glow of happiness in his face, it surrounded him like an aura. "I feel good," Maputo said. He-she gestured, turned back to the mirror and shrugged off his-her torn shirt. He turned left and right, then back to me, smiling. "I've never felt any BETTER!" With a sudden motion, he- she flung his-her arms around me. The richness of his sweet perfume was overwhelming. "Oa...okay bro. Now you're weirding me out." I could feel my hard-on, down in my pants. And I felt Maputo's breasts pressing against my chest. And I felt my heart pounding. I even felt her heart pounding. Maputo let me go. "Oh. Sorry." He still smiled, and cheerfully jumped up and down on the floor. His breasts bounced. Up and down. I couldn't stop watching. "Jame, I really feel great! And totally turned on!" I stared. Maputo suddenly embraced me again, whispering in my ear: "I think you're cute, Jamey. Wanna make out?" "N... Maputo! You're not yourself!" Maputo let go, grabbing me on the arms and yanked me back to the living room. "No, I'm Sandra. I mean, I know I'm Maputo, but just now, I'm like Sandra. Or Sandra's twin. Or whatever. It's totally hot!" "Well, you look great..." I admitted weakly. She interrupted me, poking her finger against my chest. "So everything's okay, right? We can turn me back later, just now it's so awesome. Just when you looked at my... you know... these tits here... it was like a... a... hey, it just feels THAT good! I like how you watch my boobs." I quickly looked in Maputo's eyes, but he - or she - shook his head. "Just look at them, Jame, I'm okay with it. It turns me on, really. You want me turned on, right?" "Er... maybe." The topless now-a-girl-Maputo pirouetted and waved her arms. "Woohoo! Birthday partayyy!" I grinned. Maputo was outgoing and a fun guy, but I'd never suspected him to be this cheerful. He - she - danced around the small living room, then grabbed me at the waist and danced together with me, whirling me around like a toy. I never had been this close to a topless lady, and let her do with me whatever she wanted. "Wow, you're clumsy," she said, when we sat on the couch a while later, gasping for breath. Without warning, she kissed me. It was a tongue kiss, warm and wet and surprising. I was overwhelmed. I'd never kissed a girl before. And damn, Sandra- Maputo was hot and her boobs pressed against me. Where should I put my arms? I didn't want to touch her inappropriately, so I embraced Sandra- Maputo around her shoulders. She kissed me even more fervently. Her eyes were closed, so I also closed my eyes. Now in the dark, I felt somewhat strange, my other senses told me about Maputo's warm skin, and her nice fragrance, and her sweet lips. I felt as if we were just a single person, so close together were our beating hearts. After a while, she moved her legs around and forced me on my back, tackled me down helplessly on the couch. The kiss ended. I opened my eyes and saw her dark tits hanging over my face. I felt guilty that Maputo had them. I felt odd about my position. And I felt my raging boner uncomfortably inside my underwear. "Bro? Are you still in there?" Girl-Maputo's voice laughed. "Sure, Jame. You know, this is awesome. I'm a real girl! I always wanted to test how that feels! I don't want to waste a wish changing me back when I haven't enjoyed this body a while." Still on my back, I fumbled along Girl-Maputo's naked torso, and especially her wonderful boobs. They were fleshy, and awfully smooth. Playing with her nipples made her breathe heavier. I had no experience whatsoever with girls. Now that I knew it was such a great thing, I knew that it was well worth spending my pocket money for such a touch. We laughed together, huffed and puffed, and kissed. I felt like I was in heaven, my body was tense and relaxed at the same time, and I was sweating a lot. Maputo put her hands inside my shirt and touched my skin as well. I asked him-her if this wasn't weird for him, since he was really a guy. But she shook her head. "You touching me is good, especially on my titties. But I feel even better when I touch you back. Right now, it's okay." She stopped stroking my chest for a moment. "Don't you dare try kissing me when I'm a guy again!" "Course not." She smiled and continued to play with my nipples. She leant down to kiss me again, her smooth hair touching my skin. Abruptly, the kissing stopped: Girl-Maputo knelt on my legs and opened my pants. I watched as the huge boobs swung way over my face and suddenly remembered they belonged, actually, to my best friend. All this touching had been fun, but what did he want with my pants!? Maputo couldn't be serious about this stuff! "Hey, wait, stop!" Her eyes fixated on my own. I felt lost when I looked at her deep brown eyes. Those weren't Maputo's eyes, not at all. Still, this WAS Maputo. She didn't say a word, just looked at me reproachfully. I breathed deeply. "Maputo! You're my best friend! We need to stop at some point!" Maputo shook her head. "Nah, we can worry about this later. Come on, stand up, Jame." I obeyed. My knees were shaking, my fingers trembled, but I was upright, feet on the ground. "Good. Okay, Jamey, here's the deal. I'm totally hot for you. As a girl, you know. Because you touched me and everything. I'm WET, okay? So, come on, let's have some awesometastic sex. It's your birthday present, if you like." "But, Maputo..." "Shhh! While we kissed, I did some thinking. I like my girl form, okay? So, I'm a girl, you call me 'Maple', please. I'm turned back, I'm Maputo again. S'okay?" "Errr..." "'kay. After we have sex, you can turn me back. And now..." 'Maple' yanked down my pants. "Eww, gross." "What?" "You jizzed in your pants." "What? Really? I didn't... aww, fuckit, you're right..." I took off my boxers, and looked at my crotch. "Damn, I'm totally covered in jizz." Maple flicked at my flaccid weenie with a finger. "Owww! What was that for?" "Oops! Sorry! Shit! I mean, I've never seen... Damn, call me insane, I still think you're kinda hot. Even when you're not hard anymore." "Because you're a girl?" "Hmm, maybe." "Well, you know what it's like, my little friend either needs time to recover mana, or you need..." I said. Okay, I was unexperienced with girls and all. But I knew how sex was supposed to work. In porn flicks, at least. Maple shirked back, now with a frightened expression on her face. "Like hell, I'm not handing you a blowjob. I'm not gay!" "Technically, it's not gay when you're a gi..." "Shut up. Hah, I _wish_ that you are permanently erect and can cum as often as you like, without medical problems." My vision blurred again, I was outside and inside my body, without any form of control, as I snapped my fingers. I realized that I had no control over the wishes of others. Was there a limit? Three wishes? I thought I had said limitless to the Dajinni guy. Did this mean that anyone just needed to tell me 'I wish this and this' and I had to fulfill his wish, no matter what? My crotch tingled. My testicles bolted themselves to the base of my penis. With a swift motion, my penis inflated with blood and stood to attention. It felt familiar, but I somehow knew that for once, my boner wouldn't fade and return to flaccid. I could even feel the next load of my seed approaching... I touched the thing, and found it slippery wet, yet still hard as a rock. Fuck yeah, now I could have orgasm after orgasm, without ever tiring! I jizzed out some drops; they landed on Maple's jeans. "Cut it out and help me take these off!" she yelled and fumbled on the belt. "Dammit, they're too tight! I _wish_ I was only dressed in underwear!" I snapped with thumb and index finger again, and Maple's baggy pants disappeared. As did her shoes. She stood before me only in Maputo's green boxers and socks. "Huh, I didn't mean to... ah. Anyway, good thinking." Maple got slightly darker in her face when we found out that Maputo's old boxers had torn during the transformation. Her ass was hanging out, and the garment was totally sweaty, too. She quickly removed the destroyed clothes and stood in front of me like an ebony goddess of beauty: wide hips, her vulva swollen in lust, she directed me back to the couch. I was only too willing to let anything happen now. My proud member ached from lust. Since Maputo/Maple was okay with it, I couldn't get in trouble. Maple was a friend, she asked for it. Maple pushed me into the couch and positioned herself on top. Now it was she who proved a bit clumsy, when she tried to envelope my penis with her moist love hole. But she managed, and I thrust my member upwards, and filled her with a big load just when I was inside. Maple moaned. I thrust upwards again, glad I wouldn't return to flaccid within seconds. The doorbell rang. Maple moaned again, then uttered a "ooooh shit." I thrust my member into her again. "Yeah! This is wonderful! Why..." Maple moaned, but disengaged from me. Juices ran down her thighs, and her knees trembled when she stood. "Jamey, this must be Richard or Nepal!" Now I came to my senses, too. I jerked to my feet and splurted out another load. It landed on the TV screen. "Oh fuckit!" "You need to turn me back!" Maple grabbed my arm and rubbed her tits on my shirt. "They will freak out if they see us like this!" "Maple, I can only grant wishes, YOU need to wish it." I reminded her. The doorbell rang a second time. "Oh, okay. I didn't know. Hey, you still need to tell me how you got this power!" "Later, now wish that everything is back to normal!" "I _wish_ that everything is back to normal!" shouted Maple. This time, it was different. My vision blurred, and Maples voice became strange, but my body didn't snap my fingers on his own. Instead, I regained control of my body and could move the fingers on my own. I snapped them. Nothing happened. I snapped my fingers a second, then a third time, but still: nothing. "Huh?" we both said at the same time. I was fearing the worst: That we had no more juice. That we were stuck like this. No reverting. "Maybe we need to be more specific?" Maple suggested. "What? You mean, revert every single wish?" I asked. That was good thinking of her. "Yeah, okay. Wait, there was your wish to be girlified, and your wish for my erection, and your wish to get rid of your pants, and... wow, how many things did you wish for anyway? There was something about all girls, and something about Sandra, and..." The doorbell rang for a third time. "Calm down!" said Maple-Maputo. "I have an idea. Watch my genius: I _wish_ that all wishes Jamey granted in his flat today..." she stopped. My vision became blurred and duplicated after the 'wish' word. I watched myself as I raised my arm. But she didn't continue her sentence for a moment, and I couldn't even move at all. She was searching for the right words. "... are becoming normal." I could finally rub my thumb against my index finger, and created a dry sound. "That was a good wish, mate!" I congratulated my friend. Again: nothing changed. Maple looked into my eyes and sighed. "We can't let them wait outside forever." She bowed down and tossed my boxers at me, then went on all fours in front of the couch, circling it. My standing cock dribbled as I gazed at her wonderful round ass. "Dammit, I _wish_ I could find what I'm searching for now!" I heard Maple mumble angrily. The vision blur came and went. I sighed after granting her the wish, still dumbfounded. But she had the success she wished for. "Hah, I found it!" What was Maputo up to? Maple reappeared behind the couch, she now had a neon-green slip around her hips, barely covering her wet and gleaming crotch. "You better get dressed", she hissed towards me as she went around the corner, out to the entrance. I looked around, but couldn't find my pants. I had still my shirt, alright, but where had we put the pants? Where were my boxers? Oh wait, I had those right in this hand... The doorbell rang again, now three times in quick succession. Just a moment later I heard the door opening. Did... did Maple just let people inside the apartment? I could hear her voice from the entrance floor. "Hi Richard, where's Nepal?" "She didn't want to come, and I wouldn't force her." "Ah, okay, well, we were already..." Maple's voice came closer to the doorframe, then trailed off. I was flushed in my deepest dark red shade, still in my shirt and without anything in the trouser department. I stared at Maple, who walked with Richard into the living room. For a moment, everyone stared at each other. Richard was a large and heavy white guy, with broad shoulders. You never saw him in tees, he always had a long-sleeved sweatshirt at the very least. Also wide, baggy pants. I looked incredulously at a Richard who wore nothing but a muscle shirt and boxers. He had a clearly-visible hard-on in his boxers; it stood right out. Before I could say anything, Richard said. "Maaan, Jamey, I _wish_ Maple had told me she planned a sex party for you. I'd prepa..." My fingers moved on their own. I had no choice but to snap. ++++ After a split second of darkness, I looked up at Maple's tits again, lying on my back on the couch, nailed down by Maple's weight. I thrust my member upwards, and filled my buddy with a big load just when I got inside. Maple moaned. I thrust upwards again. Not for the first time, my conscience reminded me that everything that happened here was totally wrong. I shouldn't have sex with a girl, I shouldn't have unprotected sex with a girl, I shouldn't do it in the living room, and I shouldn't have transformed Maputo into Maple. Where did it all go wrong? I should have told Maputo or Maple about that Dajinni guy. Guy, ghost, genie, or whatever. Right from the start. Then he wouldn't have started wishing... But here I was, embracing that sexy Maple and hoping this moment could last forever. Even though I knew she was a dude! The doorbell rang. Maple moaned again, then uttered a, "Ooooh good." I thrust my member into her again, then came to my senses. I had a strong deja-vu experience. "Wait! How can this be happening again! Why..." Maple moaned, and disengaged from me. Juices ran down her thighs, and her knees were shaking when she stood. "Jamey, this must be Richard and Nepal!" I knew it. This scene was just happening again, obviously. "Yeah, it's Richard, and he's coming alone and..." I jerked to my feet. Another load splurted out and landed on the TV screen, although I tried to control it. "Oh fuckit!" Not again! I thought I knew what would happen next, but I was totally wrong. Maple, still dripping, cheered and ran out of the living room, and opened the door just when the bell rang for the second time. I heard her saying: "Hi, Richard! Hi, Nepal!" I looked around and saw her green panties in the armchair. Apparently, Maple just opened our apartment door not wearing anything. Completely disoriented, I ran to the entrance. There was no time to change into my underwear. My friends already stood in the door. I had no idea where I should look. Richard was again dressed only in a muscle shirt and his boxers. He also didn't wear shoes, I noticed, only socks. And there was still a visible boner... I tried to glance inconspicuously. Shocked, I noticed a large cock-shaped rubber pouch, as if it was part of the design. It fit Richard's 'size' exactly. Richard looked at me curiously. "Hey, dude. Happy birthday!" He held out his hands for a high-five. I gave him just that. My knees were weak. "So, you two just started early, I see. I just hope you didn't already eat the cake, too?" he said. "Err... huh... don't... no... we didn't." Richard cheered and squeezed past me into the kitchen. Just behind Richard came Nepal. I knew Richard's girlfriend as a very shy thing. She always agreed to Richard's words, and never protested when he treated her like his possession. She was of Latina descent, but small and lean and tomboyish in her appearance. The girl that now stood in front of me was undoubtedly Nepal. She was a head smaller than me, her eyes averted from me and her hands were meekly behind her back. She looked sweet and innocent. However, the handbag on her arm had ten times the fabric of her outfit. She was dressed only in a colorful bikini now, and her breasts seemed considerably larger. "Hey, Jame," Nepal said with an absent smile. She gazed at a point behind my back and tiptoed towards me. Directly in front of me, she pulled down the stretch tissue of her bikini-bottom and revealed her pussy. She grabbed me on the hips. Automatically, I bent my knees, while she guided my dick into her just as we were at the same height. "Uh... hi, Nepal..." I said, shocked again, but Nepal had already contracted her muscles around my pulsating member, making me groan excitedly. The whole situation was just too much! I followed some instinct and thrust deeper. I folded my arms around her, but Nepal gave me a disgusted smile and disengaged before I could even cum once. I let it happen. I was pretty nonplussed anyway. I just stood there. A bit dizzy about the whole situation, I stared into the stairwell. When I remembered I was standing there practically naked, and everyone else was in the apartment, I quickly closed the door before any neighbors could see me. "Well done," Richard whispered to Nepal behind my back. I turned around and could see her blush. Okay, I thought, this thing with Nepal was obviously staged. Still it was totally abnormal... Wait. What did Maple wish exactly? "...all wishes are becoming normal." Was that it? Was all this somehow normal now? In the kitchen, Richard had already cut the cake into six pieces. For whatever reason, the chocolate cake was gone and replaced with a large cream cake. I noticed it, but I was really too confused to be curious about it. Maple just stood there, leaning across the table in a provocative stance. Richard licked his cream-smudged fingers clean. Then the large boy nudged Nepal, who rummaged in her handbag. "So, Jame, I think Maple already told you, but we have planned a fucking nice sex birthday party for you," Richard boasted. "You already got Maple's present, it seems. Now I'm giving you my present..." He received an illustrated book from Nepal and handed it to me. "For you, buddy." I prepared for the worst and dared a glance at the cover. If all this made sense, there would be lots of exposed skin in the book. I was baffled. "Asian Motocross Cars? Oh, my God, that present is awesome!" I was a big fan of motocross rally and even Formula One, just like Maputo and Richard. This was a normal present! How could it fit into the theme here? I opened it on the first page, just to find a shiny car. Curious and... "Sorry, it's nothing about sex, obviously, but Nepal and I prepared another present for you, right, Nepal?" "Yeah, Richard," she said meekly. Grinning, Richard took one of the cream cake pieces and... shoved it onto my cock. I felt the cream stick there. It was pretty cold. I didn't dare move at all. "Hey!" Richard clapped Nepal on her bikini-butt. "And be a bit enthusiastic about it, okay?" "All right, he'll enjoy it just as much as you," she said cheekily, then knelt down on the kitchen floor. With a sudden smile, she stared up into my shocked face. In a staged, high-pitched voice, she said then: "Ohh, nooo! Jamey! Look, it seems that a large piece of that cream-cake accidentally fell on your even larger meat-cake! How can I ever make you forget this nasty incident?" I gulped. This was ridiculous. A cheesy porn scene. This never happened in reality! "No way," I said. "This isn't real." Maple stared at me with big eyes, then she moved her hand to her mouth to cover her giggle. I'm not sure what I could see on Nepal's face, it seemed like relief. Richard sighed. "Come on, Jamey. You're finally legal. Fair game!" he claimed. Maple laughed now, so hard she clapped her hands on her round thighs several times. This calmed her down a bit. "Ouch," she said and giggled again. "Jame, you rolled with me on the couch just ten minutes ago. Why shouldn't this be real? It's a special treat for your birthday. Come on, don't be a spoilsport." I stared at her. She was still naked and glistening in cum and sweat. She motioned for me to speak, moving her lips for the words I was supposed to say. Her precious orbs bounced while she gesticulated silently across the table. I sighed and turned to Nepal who still knelt in front of me: "If you like... you can..." I glanced at Richard in his underwear. Richard grinned. "Come on, you're not THAT clueless, right, Jame? You know the rules!" I firmly told Nepal: "Come here, bee-yotch. You have to clean it up while I sit on this wooden kitchen chair." I sat on the chair and spread my legs for Nepal. Nepal cheered and started her work. "Banzai!" she lunged at me. "We _wish_ you have a happy birthday, Jame!" said Maple and Richard in unison. I got the shifting feeling again, watching how I granted their wish without being in control of myself. From far away I heard their voices. My fingers snapped together, twice. Then my head was clear again. I opened my eyes wide when the happiness started. I was sitting happily on a kitchen chair, a piece of cream cake impaled on my happy boner. Richard's cute girlfriend cleaned me up with her mouth, and I was the happiest man alive. Nepal really knew her business. First, she nibbled on the cake covering, then licked me clean more and more. I knew blowjobs only from video clips and finally realized how wonderful this treatment was. There was this awesome feeling of being in control, guiding the head of a willing girl into sucking my pulsating cock. I also enjoyed the warm, wet saliva moistening my dick, and the sucking motions were pure heaven. In a state of bliss, I pumped into Nepal's mouth. She swallowed, then teased me by biting on my stem. This was a surprise, and I caressed her hair while she continued. After she cleaned away all the cream, I let her swallow another load. She bit me again, a little bit harder. "Aw!" I yelped, but she winked at me and gave me a sweet smile. Just then I noticed that Maple and Richard had left the kitchen. Nepal wasn't the aggressive type, so I figured that the biting was a kinky extra. Curious about it, (and because it felt so good to feel her mouth around my member), I came yet again. Just this time, she stopped licking my tip and stood up with lightning speed. She bowed down tp me, until we were nose to nose. "Ya wanme bitit aww?" she asked with her mouth still full. Anger showed in her pretty face. Spittle and cum landed in my face. I shook my head. She spit her mouth out in my direction, then turned to the sink and rinsed her mouth. My face and chest were full of my stuff. Huh. I lifted myself from the chair. "Wait... I thought... Richard said it was my birthday present..." "You asshole!" she grumbled, then her voice became distant for me, and I had another out-of-body experience when she made her wish. "I _wish_ you get properly castrated someday! Asshole!! Richard! Where are you?" She stormed out of the kitchen. Just as I regained control of my body, I sprinted after her and grabbed her arm in the doorway. I was more and more confused about everything. What was happening, why was Nepal so pissed, and why was I still happy about everything that happened here? "Hey, Richard commanded you..." I said loudly. Nepal turned and looked at me. Her dark eyes glittered murderously. I never saw her agitated before, so this came as a surprise. "Are... YOU... Richard? No? Then let me GO!" She aimed for my groin and kicked. I let her go just in time. Her foot missed, luckily. I hurried after her into the living room. There I nearly ran her over. On the small carpet in front of the TV, Maple and Richard were entangled in a very stimulating position. I thought I should be angry about them, but I couldn't - I was too happy. Nepal turned around and ran straight into me. Her eyes became large and even more furious. Despite all my happiness, my self-preservation kicked in. I moved back a step. "Why the hell are you grinning, you oaf?" Tears in her eyes, she whirled around me. She punched at my chest, once, twice, a dozen times until I tripped over a flowerpot near the door. As I went down, she quickly hurried past me. She barricaded herself in the bathroom. Despite my genuine happiness, I had a queasy feeling in my stomach. Not only because of Nepal's punching. Anyway, my butt hurt a lot more. Richard had noticed her outbreak. "Ohhhh..." "Why did you stop pounding?" Maple complained. "Maple, you're great at sex, but Nepal just saw us." "So what?" "We're a couple, I need to..." Maple made an unhappy face. "I _wish_ you'd care more for me than her." She sighed and looked at me. "You okay?" I fulfilled Maple's wish and felt sick. That wish was going to destroy the relationship between Nepal and Richard. I dropped myself on the couch in the living room and answered Maple's question. "Yeah, I'm totally happy." I grinned and really felt this way. I was angry at them all for doing this to me, but it was no use. I HAD to be more happy than angry! "Just... Nepal bit me and was angry, and I have no idea why!" I suddenly felt silly about telling them this. I laughed. "Figures," said Richard. "She sometimes does that, the rebellious little sub. No prob. She will sob a while and then return. Maybe I really should..." "Nah, you stay here," said Maple quickly. "You need to fuck me while I'm still wet!" "Wow, you are so absolutely hot when you're in charge!" Maple's face glowed, and she said over her shoulder: "Jame, if you want, you can cover my rear." I shook my head. In the moment I was totally okay just watching them. Nepal had bitten my penis, although not hard. Then she had kicked me, punched me and brought me down. I was going to happily nurse my bruises. I was glad that Nepal's wish hadn't come true yet - the one about castration. Richard took a curious position atop Maple, his feet at her head. He put his cock into her pussy. Maple tickled the soles of his feet and he cringed laughing, rolling on the floor. Maple's snatch didn't release him and she didn't stop tickling. He took revenge doing the same and soon the two fuckers writhed on the floor laughing hysterically. They bumped into things and handled each other pretty rough. I was glad that I wasn't caught in the action and happily fingered my rigid penis. Smiling, I blew some loads in the direction of Richard and Maple who were still crawling on the floor. I missed them by at least a meter. I wondered where all my cum came from, but soon forgot about my curiosity. Following an impulse, I went to my room and turned on the music. Loud music, so I could dance and prance all through the apartment. Why not be happy? Enjoying this evening, despite all that happened? I knew it was strange, but I couldn't exactly worry about anything! And I was neither drunk nor drugged nor in love. I was simply so happy that I barely remembered ever not being happy. Then, as if caught in a horror movie, I heard keys clicking in the apartment door. The door opened and the heavy step of Mom walking inside. Oh boy, Mom would be angry! "Hi, Mom!" I cheered and danced towards the door. I knew I was only in my tee, without underwear, but I could not be ashamed of it longer than a second. When I saw my mother, my jaw dropped. Mom stood in the door. I KNEW it was my Mom. She worked part-time in the afternoon, filling in as office help in a bank - so she usually wore a high-neck business dress with a tailored black skirt. This woman in front of me had a long white negligee made of silk fabric, so that it was easy to imagine every detail of her thin figure. Below, she had a padded white bra and slim white panties. I could see the outlines. My gaze wandered along her body. She wore white garters and stockings but no shoes. On her neck she had the distinctive imitation pearl necklace I'd seen on her many times before. Her face and hair were just normal, though. Except her glasses now had a white frame instead of her brown one. When I focused on her breasts again, I swallowed. The bra wasn't padded. Mom now had larger breasts! I mean, I never saw so much of Mom's dark, tanned skin and figure. So I just stared at her. As I realized how attractive she was, my swollen cock produced a slowly growing pearl, hanging on a thin thread. I quickly wiped it away before she could notice it. I hoped. But dressed only in underwear and a negligee, having bigger tits and different glasses: Mom was still angry. "Jamey! Have you no shame? And..." With long strides she crossed the few steps into the living room. "GOMORRAH! Richard, Maple! What in the sake of HEAVEN do you think you're DOING!" "Mom! This isn't what it looks like!" Silence. She turned to me. I smiled sheepishly. Her face was dark with anger, but now another emotion showed: deep disappointment, and disapproval. I knew that expression. I was in for a long harangue. However, I was happy enough not to be concerned about it. Instead, I tried to seize this opportunity to fix things. "See, Mom, we had a small problem here, and need your help!" I said. I tried to give my voice a tone of urgency, but that wasn't possible. I laughed madly when I realized how profoundly my happiness affected me. I just couldn't be serious. When I got myself under control, I simply smiled at her. Man, she looked good. I felt really happy for her. With an outfit like this, she could even find a new man. A new dad for me. In my happiness, I laughed again, but more modestly this time. "Small problem? Rather huge, I'd say!" Right, I needed to tell her of the problem. "Yeah! Because of that wish from Maputo! Look at yourself! For example, you didn't wear that... that nightgown this morning when you went to work..." "Jamey, I have been wearing these ridiculous tatters the whole day, and I HATE them!" I cheered, now doubly happy about this development. This was the Mom I knew: decent, religious, modest. Of course she would hate to expose herself like that, wearing nothing but a white nightie. Next, I just had to convince her to make the right wish... "You know, it's this silly, restricting office dress code!" Mom cupped her breasts in her hands. "These babies don't get any attention. At work, I always have to hide them like now! I always _wish_ I could get away with a lot less of these clothes. And I _wish_ I had something to appear taller, but... pfft, what am I talking here! You..." I already zoned out of my body just for a few moments, snapped my fingers two times and went back inside. Now that I was so completely happy, this wishing effect was cooler than ever. I loved this spacing in and out. At least I still noticed the changes after my wish. I realized just how 'conservative' my mothers negligee had been. The hemline wandered up from her calves to her upper thighs, the cleavage went down to the navel. The opaque white silk material changed to a nearly transparent, shimmering quality, and the straps fell from her shoulders down to her arms, giving her a slutty appearance. Her underwear went through the change, too: She now wore a shelf bra with the only function of supporting and framing her large tits from below. Her nipples and areolae were now uncovered, except for the nightie. The white stockings changed into fishnet material and her white panties - now a G-string - were nearly see-through. When her second wish became real, she gained several centimeters, to my surprise. Then I found that she just got shoes again. Those shoes looked more like sandals and had high heels. Mom seemed unaware of those changes, though. She frowned over her shoulder at Richard, just as she finished her sentence: "...am I talking here! You sinners!" Richard and Maple had stopped what they were doing. Both of them were sitting upright and looking at Mom now, although Richard was still stuck in Maple. "Gee, Mrs. Stan, we planned a birthday party for..." "A sex party, yeah, thanks, I noticed! You think I'm blind? You're not married! You're all underage! The Lord..." I covered my eyes. Technically, she was wrong about the underage thing. I was the youngest, and this was my eighteenth birthday. Sure, I still felt too young for all this stuff. The marriage thing, definitely. And I wasn't exactly happy about how a few of the wishes had turned out. Oh, cut that last part - I WAS happy about how things turned out, but I was still unhappily happy. A few things were pretty cool, when you thought about it. Even my prudish mom turned out to be a looker. Maputo had changed into such a beautiful girl, too. I almost envied him. In fact, when I thought about it, it would be nice to try that kind of body... And when Mom nagged about it now, I even had a mind to keep all the changes, just to spite her. "Dammit, I _wish_ your views on sex were more relaxed, Mrs. Stan!" I congratulated Rich for his timely wish. With this wish, th