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THE OLD BOTTLE
By Persephone © 03/15/14
On his way home from his job writing government specifications and
contracts, Jack decides to swing into Mike's Second Hand Store. He liked
to check it out a couple of times a month for old tools or any other
unusual things that struck his fancy, It beats going home to the small
drab apartment that he shares with his buddy Bill. When Jack spots Mike's
he pulls into the small parking area and shuts down his car.
Mike's is a located in a nondescript two story concrete block building set
back from a minor state highway that Jack takes home every day. He likes
perusing the shelves for the used items that Mike accumulates from people
or at estate sales. Most of it is rusty old tools, beat up furniture,
clothes, dishes or cookware, toys, or other well used household items but
occasionally Jack can find a treasure and Mike's prices are almost always
very reasonable.
As he wandered the aisles of plain metal storage shelves stacked to almost
overflowing with the leftovers of other people's lives, he spotted a
really cool looking bottle and picked it up. It looked really old and
there were no seams or anything to indicate that it was made in a mold. He
figured it must have been hand blown. The swirls of color in the glass
fascinated Jack as he turned the bottle over in his hands. He shook it and
it seemed to be empty. At least here were no rattling or liquid sounds
from inside but he couldn't get the stopper out to be sure. The tag on the
bottom it said it was only two dollars so he thought, 'What the hell. For
two bucks it will look great on the bookcase once I clean it up a bit.'
Jack looked around the store some more but didn't find anything else that
interested him so he took the bottle up to the counter to check out. Mike
joked with him as he was paying for the old bottle. "Strange that I don't
remember this coming into the store. Kinda looks like one of them genie
bottles like on the old TV show with Barbara Eden. If you wish for money
Jack, remember your old pal Mike," he said and they both laughed.
When Jack got back to the apartment he set the bottle down on the kitchen
counter by the sink intending to clean it up later when he did the dishes
after dinner. It was his night to make dinner and clean up. He went to his
room to change clothes while he waited for Bill to get home from work.
Just as he finished, his cell phone rang; it was Bill. "Hey Jack. I met an
old buddy from high school and we decided to go to The Trail's End bar for
a few beers and something to eat so I won't be there for dinner. Hope I
got you before you started anything."
"Yeah. Just got here myself. I stopped at Mike's for a bit. Catch you
later," Jack answered. After he hung up he went into the kitchen to get
something to eat. His plans changed without Bill being there. "Well at
least he bailed on my night to cook and not his as usual."
Jack and Bill had been good friends for years but there were times when
Bill irritated Jack. A lot of times now that they shared an apartment.
Bill was irresponsible and Jack often had to cover Bill's part of the rent
and bills. He always paid Jack back but it was just a pain and left Jack
short on money many times. Then there was Bill's habit of messing with or
borrowing Jack's stuff without asking.
Jack continued to think about what a pain Bill was as he made Mac & Cheese
for his dinner. Jack thought, 'Sometimes I think I should toss him out and
find a nice girl to move in with me. Maybe I can convince Janet. Naw,
she's not that serious. Oh well.' After eating he did the dishes and
picked up the old bottle to clean it up. As he rubbed away the dirt and
dust with the dishcloth the stopper suddenly popped out and a plume of
multi-colored smoke or mist poured from the open top.
As Jack's eyes followed the smoke he backed slowly across the kitchen
until his back hit the far wall. The smoke drifted and swirled until the
leading edge hit the floor and started to coalesce and solidify. Slowly it
began to take on a recognizable shape, very slowly.
In Jack's mind he came to accept the fact that a genie was in the process
of appearing before him. As illogical as it was, it was also the only
logical answer. If you can call the appearance of a genie in your kitchen
logical.
Jack became tired of the process and sat down in one of the chairs at the
kitchen table and took a few swallows of his beer as he watched the
swirling smoke to which had been added strobe and laser lights. He watched
as the show progressed up the legs past the knees and up to the waist.
Jack harrumphed and mumbled, "Not all that impressive. All the great
special effects and then to be wearing the stereotypical Persian slippers
and ballooning multi-colored silk harem pants. Ho hum."
Suddenly there was a loud popping of fireworks and the transformation of
smoke to genie completed and there stood a bearded and beturbaned guy in a
colorful genie outfit with gold chans around his neck and a large hoop
earing in one ear. "Now look here dipshit. I hardly ever get out of that
damn bottle so don't give me any flak about how I do it. As far as the
outfit goes, it's dictated in our contract under the Benevolent Order of
Genies United Society (BOGUS) Local 32 bottle subdivision."
Jack was a little taken aback but quickly recovered. "So you really are a
genie?" he asked.
"Well duh! What did you think I was, a Jehovah's Witness?"
"So I get three wishes?"
"Yeah, yeah. That's all in the contract too."
"Any advice warnings, conditions or exclusions? Things I should know
before I make the wishes?" Jack asked.
"Just a few," the genie replied. "All wishes must be preceded by the
phrase, 'I wish...' Once wished you can't undo it with another wish. I can't
kill anyone. The IRS tax code has an entire section on genie generated
income so plan on paying taxes on any wished for money. I have the right
to interpret your wish as I see fit within the confines of your wording so
be careful. And that's about it. So let's get on with it. Spit out your
wishes."
"Don't rush me. Let me think about this for a bit," Jack said as the genie
groaned.
Jack grabbed the grocery list pad and tore off a clean sheet and started
thinking and writing. After about fifteen minutes he looked up and said,
"Ok. I'm ready."
"About damn time!" The genie snorted. "So get on with it."
"All right, I wish that I had a trust fund set up for me regardless of who
I am or become that generates a minimum of five hundred thousand dollars a
year income adjusted annually for inflation paid in monthly installments
and that all taxes are pre-paid on all monies paid out to me."
The genie made a show of waving his hand in the air and said, "Granted.
Great wording. Not much wiggle room there. Are you a lawyer?" the genie
asked.
"Nope. Just cautious. Ok. Number two. I wish to reasonably be good looking
and to remain so for a very, very long, healthy, happy life with many
children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, great great grand children,
great great great grandchildren, great..."
"Enough! I get the picture. You want to live for a long time. Granted.
Next?"
On this wish, Jack had thought back to his earlier musings about Bill and
how having a woman instead to share his apartment and life with would be
so much better. He also thought about Bill's seeming inability to keep his
hands off other people's things. A smile came to jack's face as he had
written down his third wish. As he reread it he smiled again and then
looked up at the genie. "Ok. For my third wish, I wish that until this
wish is fulfilled your bottle will remain in this apartment and that the
next male person other than myself that sets you free from your bottle
will turn into the beautiful young woman of my dreams, be madly in love
with me, have all his belongings become female things, have the same
lifespan and conditions as my wish number two, bear my children and that
there is no way to reverse or alter this wish with their own wishes."
With a bored look on his face the genie waved his hand again and said,
"Granted." Then he stopped and a look of shock came over him. "Whoa. Wait
a minute. What have I done? I could be stuck in this dump indefinitely.
You tricked me!"
Jack smiled. "Don't worry. Knowing my roommate you should be able to leave
later tonight. You can get back in your bottle now and let me finish
cleaning it up."
The vaporization process was much faster with a complete lack of fanfare.
Jack watched as the genie turned to smoke and disappeared into the bottle
with a slight sucking sound. The stopper literally jumped from the floor
where it had landed and reinserted itself back into the top of the bottle.
No dramatic light show. No drawn out suspense and no fireworks. Just poof
and gone.
Jack finished washing the bottle and used a little Windex to complete the
job and make it shine. As he was finishing the kitchen cleanup he heard
the front door open and close and then Bill shout out, "Honey, I'm home."
'I wish he'd come up with a new line. That one is getting old,' Jack
thought to himself. Then smiling he had another thought. 'If all goes as
planned, I'm the one that will be saying that to him... or her. Heh, heh,
heh.' Jack smiled as he grabbed the bottle and went into the living room.
As he walked towards the bookshelf, Bill asked, "Whatcha got there? More
junk from Mike's?"
"Yeah. Found it today and keep your hands off it. I just got it cleaned up
and I don't want your greasy fingerprints all over it. Besides, it
wouldn't be safe for you to mess with it."
"Not safe? Why?" inquired Bill. "Looks like a genie bottle. Whatsa matter?
Don't want me using up any of the wishes?"
"Exactly." Jack answered. "I only have one wish left so I laid a trap and
if you call out the genie he will turn you into a girl. So unless you want
to be a girl for the rest of your life, keep your hands off!" Jack said as
he gave a big smile in Bill's direction while thinking, 'There. Trap set
and baited.'
With his plan set in motion, Jack went to his bedroom to take a shower,
put on his pajamas and get ready to settle in for a bit of TV before bed.
He had just started the water in the shower when there was a distinctly
female scream from to living room. Jack smiled and said aloud, "That took
less time than I thought it would," as he shut off the water, put on his
robe, and casually walked out to see the results of his last wish.
As he entered the living room he saw the genie standing by the bookcase
with a very satisfied look on his face. "You third and final wish has been
granted. It's time for me to go now."
"But what about Bill's wishes?"
"He, ah, rather she, has no wishes, When she opened my bottle she merely
allowed me to complete your wishes, not get three of her own."
"Nooooooooooooooooooo," came a plaintive cry from the young woman slumped
on the couch. "I've got to have wishes. I can't stay like this. Please.
Even just one small wish? I want to change back," Bill pleaded as she
stood up.
"You can't according to the union bylaws all wishes are permanent. You are
his dream girl for life and no wish can change you back."
"What the fuck did you do to me you bastard!" Bill yelled at Jack. Look at
me! I thought you were my best friend and you fuckin turn me into a woman.
I got fuckin tits man. I'm wearing girls jeans and there's no junk in
them. My junk is gone!" She screamed as she grabbed her crotch.
For the first time Jack took notice of her and his heart almost stopped in
his chest. She was perfect. She stood about five eight or nine and
probably weighed about one twenty-five or so. She had the face of an
angel. Not a fashion model or a centerfold girl but a cute girl next door
angel. And her figure was fantastic and she had long chestnut brown hair
that hung in soft waves to the middle of her back and it had sparkling
golden highlights. When he looked in her eyes he was lost. They were a
shimmering light blue color that he had only seen in the frozen ice of a
glacier. Suddenly Jack wanted to do anything he could for this dream that
stood in his living room.
He turned to the genie with a pleading look and with a shaky voice asked,
"Can't you override my wish or give her three wishes too? Please. Or at
least one wish or change her back?"
"Sorry. It's not allowed according to the BOGUS bylaws. Remember? I warned
you."
"Well if you're really sorry then you'd figure a way," Jack said.
The genie thought for a bit, scratched his chin through his beard and then
said, "Hmm. I can't grant either of you a wish but I can leave a random
wish lying loose about the apartment. It could be used by anyone that
utters the phrase, 'I wish...' but be very careful. I wouldn't let anyone
else in here until it's been used. Now I have to go," and with that he was
sucked back into the bottle, recorked, and the bottle faded from sight. It
was over.
"So fine! What do we do now you asshole?" Bill asked.
Don't call me an asshole. If you hadn't been such an asshole roommate I
never would have thought of the stupid wish. Besides, you're supposed to
be madly in love with me according to my wish."
"I am damn it but that doesn't mean you're not an asshole. Damn! I am in
love with you. Shit! I'm in love with an asshole."
"So if you are in love with me let's say we kiss and make up. Then we can
go to my room and..."
"Love has nothing to do with me being pissed at you or thinking you're an
asshole. My mom loves the hell out of my dad but she still gets mad at him
and thinks he's an asshole. And if you think for one fraction of a nano-
second that you're getting me in bed..."
"Couldn't we at least discuss it calmly?"
"No way Jack. I may be madly in love with you and would do almost anything
in the world for you, but I still have a heterosexual male mind and I just
can't even think about boy girl shit or ever having sex with you. The only
way I could do that would be if you were a girl too. Humm. Now there's an
idea. I wish..."
Jack flew across the space between them and clamped his hand over Bill's
mouth. "Don't you dare make that wish. It's bad enough I messed up your
life without you messing up mine. Damn I wish you were a normal
heterosexual woman that liked being female but... Oops."
Bill felt a shiver run through her like a cold chill and then a warn glow
all over. "Who says I'm not? I love being a woman," she said smiling coyly
at Jack. "What say we quit fighting about whatever it was and discuss it
later? You were saying something about your bedroom earlier?"
"Yeah, I was. Great idea," Jack said as he wrapped his arm around Billie's
shoulder and they walked towards his... their bedroom.
"So Jack, what were your other two wishes?" she asked as she wrapped her
arm around Jack's waist.
End
Persephone © 03/15/14
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