Three Wishes
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THREE WISHES
"That dumbass..." Sandra muttered as she walked along the beach, kicking
the sand with her feet. It had been two months since her divorce, and
she was still bitter. After everything she had done for him...
everything she had given up to be with him, and he tossed her out with
the trash as soon as he was done. She should've known better than to be
blinded by his wealth and good looks, but she was young... she was
stupid... and now she was heartbroken. The fact she got half his life
savings was little consolation for the emotional trauma she had been
through.
"Stupid... stupid... st-OW!" she screamed as she kicked her barefoot
against something hard, partially buried in the sand.
Scowling, she reached into the soft ground and pulled the object out. To
her surprise, it was an old brass lamp, like something out of the
Arabian Nights. At first she assumed it was just a child's toy, but the
weight and texture told her quite clearly it was metal.
"An oil lamp? They still make these?" she wondered aloud, looking the
object over. "Wonder who'd be dumb enough to dump something like this
out here...?" As she stared at it, her inner child brought to mind the
times she had watched Aladdin when she was younger. If only that were
true... if she rubbed the lamp, a genie would pop out and grant her
wildest desires.
"Heh... if only..." she muttered to herself, brushing some of the dust
from the lamp's worn surface with her hand.
As if on cue, however, bright purple smoke began to billow from the
lamp's spout, swirling all around Sandra. She coughed and choked,
dropping her new find back onto the ground. The smoke continued to swirl
around her and rose into the air, almost seeming to compact together
until it exploded in a bright flash of light. The terrified woman
covered her eyes, as a figure slowly floated down before her.
"Woman of the current era, you have found my home and container." A
booming voice stated. Slowly opening her eyes, Sandra gasped as she
found a handsome, muscular man standing before her. His skin was as
golden as the desert sands, and a turban of finest silk sat upon his
head, hiding his hair save the purple locks that fell down his back. His
eyes, blank and lifeless, nonetheless seemed to stare into her very
soul. His only other clothing besides his turban was a pair of bejeweled
bracelets on either wrist and baggy silken pants. His arms were folded
across his powerful chest and his legs tucked under himself in a lotus
position, floating in the air in front of her.
"Wh... who... how...?" Sandra stammered, before the figure continued.
"I am Mabrook, the djinn of the lamp. As a reward for finding me, I
shall grant you any three wishes that you ask."
Sandra's jaw dropped. She found a genie. A real live genie. At first she
thought it might have been a joke, like she was being punk'd or
something, but the more she looked at the golden man the more she
thought he was telling the truth. His body looked as if it was carved
from solid gold, yet moved as easily and fluidly as a human's... even
more so, if that made sense. Not to mention the way he floated in front
of her; there was nothing he could hang himself from and nothing
underneath him. It had to be true. She found a genie!
Just as she was beginning to get excited at the powers at her command,
Mabrook spoke up. "But choose your wishes carefully, sayyidatee. For I
was placed upon this earth to test the compassion of humans. Thus, for
everything you wish, another shall receive the same as you. The one you
hate most right now... Neil O'Donnel, your former husband."
Two things immediately came to Sandra's mind. First off, he clearly must
be magic if he can identify her ex without her saying anything.
Second... that rat got everything she wished for too? What the hell kind
of deal is that!?
"The choice is your's, sayyidatee. Make your wishes..."
Sandra frowned and thought carefully. She wasn't about to wish for money
or fame if that prick was going to get it too. Maybe she could wish for
belongings? After all, it's not like O'Donnel would have any use for
things like perfume or dresses...
Sandra's eyes widened, and a grin came over her face. Oh... she new
EXACTLY what to wish for...
* * * * * * * * * *
Neil sat up in his bed and stretched, grinning. It had been two months
since he got rid of that killjoy of a wife, Sandra, and life was good.
He chuckled and glanced at the figure in his bed, the beautiful blonde
bombshell who was now his girlfriend. Her name was Bambi Bootycall; she
was a pornstar who he had met one day when he was married, and it was
meeting her that drove him to divorce Sandra. Granted, she didn't even
know basic math and could only barely spell his name, but who cares? She
was hot and a fantastic ride, and that's all that mattered.
Chuckling, he got out of bed and headed through to the bathroom to get
washed up. He had an important meeting today with the head of a rival
company. If things went well, he'd soon be the CEO of two
multimillionaire organizations. He grinned as he began to wash his face.
Life was good...
Poof.
His eyes went wide as he suddenly felt a heavy weight pulling his upper
body down, nearly braining himself on the water tap. He immediately
straightened, and felt an unfamiliar bounce on his chest as he did. His
face paled, and he slowly cast his eyes downward.
It was a wonder Bambi remained asleep from the scream that came
afterwards.
* * * * * * * * * *
Sandra squealed in delight as she looked down at her chest. Her formerly
below average-sized chest was now undeniably massive, straining the
elastic of her bikini top as far as it would go. Her erect nipples were
plainly visible poking through the fabric, now as thick and perky as
pencil erasers. No one would ever make fun of her lack of a bust again!
"Your first wish is granted, sayyidatee.," Mabrook stated calmly. "Now,
your second wish?"
Sandra giggled and grinned devilishly. "For my second wish..."
* * * * * * * * * *
Neil stared at himself in the mirror, clutching his head as if it was
about to explode. This couldn't be happening. There was no way this was
real. It couldn't be! He couldn't have tits! It wasn't possible!
"Okay... okay Neil, calm down..." he spoke to himself, glancing back at
Bambi. Still asleep, thankfully. He gulped and looked down at the large
mounds now replacing his pecs. They were huge... bigger than Bambi's.
Bigger than his head! And his nipples; they looked like the could cut
glass! If he wasn't careful he could poke his own eye out...
He shook his head (and tried to ignore the following jiggle) and looked
in the mirror. He couldn't be seen like this. He had to get out of there
before Bambi woke up, and find a way to get rid of them. He'd find the
best surgeon money could buy, and...
Poof.
As he was panicking, he failed to notice the blanket in the bed move as
its occupant got up. Neil froze as he felt a pair of arms wrap around
his waist and a head nuzzle into his shoulder.
"Mornin', babe..." a voice spoke. A deep voice. A MAN'S voice.
Neil spun around, pulling from the stranger's grip. Where Bambi once was
now stood a young man in his late twenties. He was quite handsome, had
an athletic body... and he had morning wood. His eyes had a look of
confusion in them.
"What's wrong, babe? Did I do something wrong?" he asked, his voice
laced with concern.
"Who... who are you...?" Neil gulped, backed up against the sink. He was
too worried about how this man got into his penthouse to worry about his
breasts at the moment.
"Who am I?" the man laughed. "Come on, quit messing around! It's me,
Peter! Y'know, your husband?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Sandra beamed wildly as her new boyfriend gently kissed her neck and
shoulders.
"I love you so much, honey..." he smiled, his finger softly caressing
her cheek. She giggled like a schoolgirl; Brian had only been around 30
seconds and he had already shown her more love and affection than Neil
had in two months.
"That is your second wish, sayyidatee. Now for your third and final
wish, before I return to my home..."
Sandra looked up at Mabrook in deep thought. There was... ONE more thing
she wanted. But she wasn't sure she could handle it... she had been
through so much already, maybe she wasn't ready...
But then she felt her hand being squeezed, and looked up at Brian's
smiling face. He was perfect... of course he was. She wished him that
way. She returned his smile and nodded. She could do it. She could
forget about Neil. Brian could support her. She was ready.
"Okay, Mabrook... for my final wish..."
* * * * * * * * * *
"G-Get away from me!" Neil demanded, shoving past Peter and running out
of the bathroom. He had to get away. He didn't know what the hell was
going on, but he wanted no part of it! He sprinted as fast as he could
towards the door...
Poof.
...and nearly twisted his ankle as his high heeled foot met the floor,
his balance off. He stumbled and grabbed the nearest table to prevent
himself from hitting the ground.
"Babe, are you okay!?" Peter cried out and rushed to Neil's side.
Neil shakily stood up, wondering what had just happened, as he caught
sight of himself in the mirror. And yet another scream escaped his lips.
Instead of his boxers, he was clad in a pink women's top, a black pencil
skirt, nylon stockings and black stiletto pumps.
Before he even had time to get over the shock of what he was wearing,
the sound of rapid footsteps caught his attention as the door flung
open.
"Mommy!" a high pitched voice cried out as a young boy and younger girl
ran in. "W-We heard you scream! What happened!?"
Neil's eyes went wide as he beheld the two children in front of him.
They were in pyjamas, and looked to be about 7 (in the boy's case) and 5
(in the girl's case). He had never seen either of them before in his
life... and yet, there was something undoubtedly familair about them...
especially the boy...
That's when it hit him. The boy... had his face, at least from when he
was that age. The girl had his mother's eyes.
"It's alright..." Peter's voice spoke to the little ones. "Mommy just
tripped is all. Go back to bed."
"Okay..." the boy sighed in relief and left. He paused and smiled up at
Neil. "You should be more careful! Okay, Mommy?"
"I-I..." Neil could only stare at his new son, as they left, the little
girl waving.
"Heh... kids..." Peter chuckled and looked at Neil. "It was so good of
you to quit your job as a CEO and become a stay-at-home mom for them,
babe."
"I... I-I WHAT!?" Neil screamed.
"I know! I couldn't believe it either!" he grinned and place an arm over
Neil's shoulder. "You were the head of a multimillion corporation, but
then little Thomas was born. You immediately decided that being a good
mother was more important... and now we have two beautiful children..."
Neil couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had boobs. He had a
husband. And now... he had given up his company. He could feel his eyes
beginning to tear up. This had to be a nightmare... it had to be...
"You know..." Peter's voice became low and almost provocative. "I have a
little while before I need to leave for work..."
Neil didn't have time to react was Peter's strong arms suddenly lifted
him up, one arm around his shoulders and the other under his knees.
"How about we try for a third?" he asked with a roguish smile.
Neil opened his mouth to scream again, but Peter leaned down and their
lips met, as he carried his wife to the bed.
THREE WISHES - END
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