characters
genie - Mah-ri-mah (Mimi)
main character - Dyson Sands
questions
how to show the genie's sexy side? (her sexy flirting before he finds out she's a genie. her constant touching)
how to foreshadow his interest in growth? (his amazon sized video game avatar? the tall coffee shop barista?)
basic story
Dyson is introduced to a genie
...goes home with a pretty girl from a college bar, when she's out of the room, he's drawn to dig a strange ring out of a hiding spot, and finds out it's her talisman and she's a genie (djinn). She dispells myths and mis-conceptions, and explains *it* picked him (she talks to the ring slightly annoyed, like it's a person), and confirms the part about the three wishes is true.
He makes his three wishes
...genie starts enticing him with 'classic' wishes (money, fame, women), but he doesn't bite. He takes his time. He ends up making very thought out and meaningful wishes, and it impresses her.
Genie 'bonds' with him
...after his wishes, she offers to bond with him, to serve him and help him get what he really wants. Asking him to imagine, instead of three wishes, getting what he desires for years, even decades. After some convincing, he agrees. She's in control of what wishes she grants, with the requirement that he has to want it. This creates the ulterior motive of her wanting him to truly want her free, so she can make it so. The bonding gives her the ability to read his mind. She starts probing what he 'really wants', satisfying his true desires. when she reaches his romantic interests, she finds out about his minigts/amazon fetish, and makes healthy use of it to please and torture him.
what is the conflict?
the genie effectively becomes the master...
the genie ultimately wants him to want her to be set free, so she can use her magic to make it happen.... but he doesn't really want that.
incident ideas
genie makes him an amazing surgeon (instead of a student, he's suddenly a resident doctor at the university hospital)
genie sets him up in an amazing home, and makes him even more financially well off.
genie sets her sights on his romantic interests... "who do you like? i have to start somewhere"
tall coffee shop barista (actually a theatre major)
genie incites them hitting it off, dating, her being incredibly into him...
when the genie starts to check and see how close she's getting to his ideal partner, she finds out about his amazon/minigts fetish
?? or maybe the genie chooses to make her into his ideal partner, and the amazon/minigts size is a surprise
the genie appears to the girl, and asks if she wants to truly become his dream girl.. she does...
the genie makes her grow and flaunt her size for him, until the girl is 8' tall and they have amazing amazon sex
in the morning, while the girl sleeps, the genie congradulates herself at really pushing his buttons. talks about how amazing "her creation" is. how the girl's size will make her famous, and she'll spend her every breath satisfying him. / The girl wakes up, interrupting the genie, pulling him onto her, massaging his cock between her breasts as she fondles him. / As he's being fondled by his 8' amazon girl, the genie gets him to admit she's given him more than he ever thought possible. She makes a few more 'tweaks' to the girl for good measure (bust? accent?) And then tries to trick him into setting her free. (admit it, i did an amazing job, and I deserve to be set free. just say it, say you wish me to be free)
In the throws of the tease he almost falls for it, but catches himself. His situation is amazing right now,and but what about in a month, or a year, or longer. She promised him decades, and she already wants freedom after a few months? He also points out that the girl is shallow, almost 'too perfect'. The genie gently scowls at him, and herself for making it so easy. She sarcastically mocks him for how 'awful' it must be to get everything you want so easily. That perhaps he'll be happier if he has to work harder for it. She progressively takes away everything she gave him.
He wakes up back in his dorm room, with his alarm going off.
His face was laid out on a stack of medical textbooks he crashed out on. He doesn't know how, but he knows he's late for work. He quickly freshens up and rushes out the door.
He finds himself showing up at the same coffee shop, only this time he works his way into the back, and changes into a uniform. He starts talking to himself about the predicament she's setup for him, and she appears to tease him about it. About how she respects that it's so important to him to put in his own sweat effort. He tries to challenge that she's suppose to serve him. She confirms that's exactly what she's doing. Right now it seems obvious he needs to learn an important lesson. 'What lesson would that be?' / She disappears, just as the barista girl walks into the back, saying hello to him in passing in a suave british accent. She looks stunning, down to a more modest 6'4", yet clearly still possessing most of the other enhancements the genie gave her. He tries to act like they are still an item, but she it weirded out by his actions. The genie confirms that she's erased their history, this time he'll need to find his own true love. / He tries to ask the girl out, complementing that she's so tall and gorgeous, but she thinks it's a joke and laughs before flatly turning him down and heading out to the front.
The genie teases, 'well.. you didn't like when I made her fall all over you. don't worry, there are plenty of other girls in the world. i'm sure you'll find one'. / He scolds her for leaving the girl with many of her enhancements, and then trying to make him work next to her every day. Fortunately, he doesn't need the job. / 'Uhm, about that. You most certainly do. You're father thought it best if you made your own way, so while you still have your $14.5M trust, you don't get access to it until you finish your medical degree. You're already behind on your tuition payments, and without this job, I'm afraid they might suspend you. However, there is a bright side, at least I didn't leave her your 8' tall amazon dream. Now, you better get to work! She slaps him on the ass and disappears.
He grumbles, and heads out to the front, where he finds himself straightening up stock before he opens the doors, and settles at the cash register. He can't help but look over at the super-hot version of his barista crush, causing her to mock-flirt with him about how much he seems to like her rack (reminding us of their relationship), then she 'flips' and warns him that he better keep his eyes on the cash register or she'll be firing him and hiring his replacement. (showing us that he actually works for her)
The first customer is a 'regular' guy who the barista recognizes and flirts with as she starts his drink. Dyson rings him up and takes his money, but feels invisible as the guy's eyes are glued to her as she flirts with him. Dyson is envious, and softly curses the genie as he briefly steps towards the back of the shop. 'okay. you made your point. you made my life alot better, and I took it for granted. I liked it. I really liked it. But it's not wrong for me to want you to stay. You are what made that so amazing, not her. Why would I want to give you up so quickly?" He turned to find the genie had reappeared. / Every master thinks they want me to stay around just a bit longer, and a month becomes a year, and a year becomes a decade, and a decade becomes a lifetime. They get so used to me they can never let go. So you'll understand if I'm not ready to forgive you yet. You better get out there, you have another customer. Then she disappeared. / The cute barista called to him, "Dyson, what in the world are you doing back there? Get out here."
He sighed, and headed back towards the front. Once he got a look at the counter, he had trouble processing what he was seeing. The next customer was female and stunning, obviously a young college student, but not only that, she was impossibly tall. Way taller than the cute barista. She stood easily over seven feet tall. He felt his stomach turn and his hair stand on end as he reached the cash register, only the counter separating them as he craned his neck to meet her eyes. "Hell-lo," his voice wavered, "wha-tta'll ya have, miss?" / "Miss? Dyson, I'm in here every day for weeks and you still can't remember my name?" As she spoke, she'd placed her hands on the counter and leaned in. Then her voice became slow and flirty. "Swee-tee, it's .." Dyson was stunned at the sight of her jutting breasts approaching at eye-level, making it most of the way across the counter. Further the way her arms were pressed to her sides squeezed and poped a wealth of cleavage out the middle of her halter. He'd never seen anything quite like it, and before he knew it he felt an immediate reaction in his pants. That was enough to tear his eyes away from her tits, look down at the tenting of his pants, look back up, and flush with embarrassment as he saw her giggling at him. "Since you're kinda cute, if you remember my name tommorow, I'll take you out for a drink. Think you can manage that?" Dyson realized her flirty show prevented him from remembering her name seconds after she'd said it. He also realized that (barista girl) was already finished making her drink, and had set it on the counter. The co-ed slipped a five dollar bill onto the counter, took her drink, and gave him a little smile before turning and dramatically prancing out the door.
Dyson stood there stunned, as (barista girl) grabbed the cash, stepped in front of him, and rang up her drink. "Dyson, I swear I'd have fired you long ago if it wasn't for the huge tips the girls leave you. Now go in the back and straighten out your little situation." At first he didn't know what she meant, then he realized she was referring to the way his reaction was still showing in his pants. He quickly darted away, even more embarassed.
In the back-room, he was trying to carefully hide his remaining half-mast when the genie re-appeared. "Now, how amazing will I be if I tell you her name? Since you obviously didn't catch it." Despite her assumption, he wasn't exactly on board with her new life plan for him. He didn't relish working for (cute barista), or being teased to the point of embarassment in front of her. "Ohh, don't even pretend you didn't like that. If it was up to you, (girl's name) would have been a foot taller, and reached across the counter to drag you to her apartment where she'd fuck you silly." The genie held her hand over her mouth in a dramatically mocking way, "oops. We'll, now you know her name. I guess I have forgiven you, a little."
"Mimi, I'm sorry. Can you and I start over? Can you put things back to the way they were with (cute barista)? Or even just back to normal? I want to focus on becoming a doctor, not getting hardons working in a coffee shop." From the sinister look on Mimi's face, he immediately regretted his plea.
"Well, the thing is, sugar muffin, while the binding only allows me to grant you things that some part of you actually wants, you seem to forget I can read your mind. So no, I'm most certainly not going to put things back to normal. I gave you a version of your perfect life, and you didn't want to set me free, so now it's time to have a little fun. Let's see. You want to help people, you're turned on by impossibly tall women, and you need a lesson in humility. I can work with that. I think you're needed in the front." With that, the genie disappeared again.
------------------------------[ dyson the shrink ]--------------------------------
Dyson scowled at the predicament he was in. He pushed the door open, but when he stepped through it, suddenly he wasn't in a coffee shop at all. He was in a small space that reminded him of a doctor's waiting area. It had three oversize chairs, an assortment of magazines, a pitcher of water, and some dixie cups. There was also a woman sitting in one of the chairs, who raised her head at his entrance. She was blonde and attractive, probably in her late twenties. She was wearing a medium grey shirt-dress that was pretty non-descript aside from the short hem and plunging neckline. She also seemed quite tall, as her legs were crossed and extending well into the middle of the floor. Without knowing why, he addressed her, "I'm ready for you now."
The woman nodded and stood up, way up. She stood so tall that Dyson's jaw practically dropped. She had to be eight feet tall, and to add to that, she was stacked. Her stature reminded him of the eight foot version of (cute barista) he'd woken up with just hours ago. There was no question this was all Mimi's doing. Without thinking, he found himself heading back through the door, with the woman following.
The next room was dimly lit and cozy, with bookshelves, plants, a large desk, and two large and comfortable looking loungers. He scanned for any signs of what was going on. On the wall was a diploma with his name on it, indicating he was a Ph.D and M.D. in psychiatry. So he was a shrink now? That explained the decor. At least that was better than a coffee shop clerk.
As the woman settled into one of the loungers, he took a moment to briefly finger through the items on what he decided must have been his desk. One neatly organized stack of paper contained a schedule with a dozen patients, and what looked like account payment ledgers. The other stack contained three manila folders with names on them, obviously patient files. He glanced back to find the woman watching him somewhat impatiently, like she was ready to start and just waiting for him. He picked up the three manila folders, not knowing which was hers, and sat.
Looking across at her, the lounger didn't fit her much better than the waiting room chair. While she looked comfortable, slightly reclined with her thighs crossed, her legs extended so far beyond the chair that it looked tiny beneath her. The chair arms tightly hugged her hips, and her hands fiddled a bit in her lap. "So... I had another incident," she began, then paused. "It happened at work." She paused again. "I was helping this customer, and things got out of hand."
Dyson had no idea what she was talking about. His eyes wandered a bit, and he caught his name on a book on the bookshelf. It seemed inappropriate to get up after she'd just started, so he squinted to try to make out the title as she continued. "I mean, I know I probably should ask for a transfer to another department, given the trouble I have around men. Except that I really like it. I mean, the job. I know alot about men's formal wear. I just kinda know what cut will look good on a man's frame, and I like seeing them try on suits all day."
At least he got something, she worked in a clothing store. He still couldn't make out the title of the book with his name on it. He noticed her gaze wander to a picture on the wall, and took the opportunity to quickly get up and grab it off the shelf. When he sat back down she was giving him a displeased look. "Are you okay, Dr Sands? You seem a little distracted today."
"Ohh no, I'm quite alright." He slipped the book under his folders. "I just needed something firm to write on. Please, go ahead."
She seemed to take his explanation at face value, and settled back into her story. "So, this customer, he was *really* cute, and he couldn't stop staring at me. That kind of sexual staring I've talked about before. The thing is, I found myself testing him, you know? I'd look away for a moment, just so I could catch him indiscretely eyeing me." As she talked, Dyson was trying to figure out what the hell was going on - what game Mimi was playing at. His patient's eight foot stature was obviously not an accident. It was also consuming a good amount of Dyson's attention. Given the short hem of her dress, he wondered just how many feet of bare leg she had extended between them. It seemed like alot.
As Dyson continued to admire her frame, she continued, "and the way he responded when I caught him. It wasn't like most men, most people. I mean, they all stare. If I saw someone two feet taller than me, I'd stare too. However, when I catch their eyes, they usually just blush and look away, or try to pretend they were not looking. Not this guy. He'd either lean into a clothing rack with a big grin, or suddenly turn away from me. Pretty quickly, the obvious bulge in his pants told me that his posture changes were bad attempts to hide his erection." Dyson felt glad for the folders and book in his lap, just in case. Suddenly he remembered the book. He gently moved the folders aside, processing the title. "Practical Strategies for Adjusting to Sudden Female Growth Syndrome, by Dr Dyson Sands, M.D." So Mimi had made it a condition? One that happens enough to have books written about it? He wondered exactly how many eight foot tall women were wandering around in the world outside his doctor's office. From the ledgers on his desk, he suspected a dozen of them were his patients.
"..and I know I shouldn't have, but I kind of started to encourage him. I was wearing a blue v-neck cotton wrap dress, kinda like this one." Her hand briefly fingered at the neckline, Dyson's attention tracing their every move. "It's really all I have that fits. As he showed me what suits he liked, I casually worked my dress, opening up the plunge a little wider." Dyson wondered if she knew that she was still fiddling with her dress as she spoke, or if it was subconcious. "I knew it worked, because his eyes were practically glued to the exposure. That's when it happened. I started to get that rush, like I could get him to buy anything in the store, to do anything I wanted.
"For every one of the modest suits he showed interest in, I pulled a very extravagant version. I'd lay it on the rack, stand really close to him, and sell him on it. He hardly looked at them. He was only about this tall," her hand gestured against her chest, indicating where the top of the man's head had been. Not much different than where Dyson's would be. "It was pretty obvious what his attention was on."
Suddenly her tone changed, "is it wrong of me? To enjoy it? Before I developed this syndrome, I constantly struggled with my figure, and men never gave me a passing glance. Is this what pretty girls experience?"
Dyson didn't expect such a direct question. "Well," he started to speak, but had to clear his throat before the sounds came out properly. He struggled for something a psychiatrist might say. "It doesn't matter what others experience. Do you think it's wrong of you?" Then something strange happened, and he spit out verbage like a canned sound byte, "remember that adjusting to your new situation is about letting things be different, about finding the new you."
"Well, it feels a little wrong to sell a man on eight thousand dollars worth of non-returnable tailored suits because being close to me makes him lose his wits." She had a point there, but Dyson held his tongue. "Though I guess a salesperson's job is to sell the customer. Maybe it wouldn't seem so wrong if I didn't enjoy it so much. Anyway, I led him to the dressing room, and that's when the incident occurred. I had just hung the suits up, when the door shut behind him. We were alone in the dressing room, and something in me just snapped.
"I walked up to him and gently pushed him against the wall. I don't know what came over me, I feel guilty even thinking about what I did next." She paused, seemingly trying to summon the courage to admit the truth. "I told him I knew about his reaction, and it was okay because I liked it. Then I told him to buy all four suits, because it would give me a big fat commission. He just nodded, and looked me up and down with a silly grin. I had to hold myself back, because at that moment I felt like he'd do *anything* I asked -- give me all the cash in his wallet, write me a check, buy me a car, whatever. It's not like I was hurting or threatening him or anything. Was it wrong of me?"
Dyson struggled to think of something analytic to say. His psychiatry training flooded to him, reminding him that manipulation is not white or black but shades of grey, that it's present in every human interaction. "In here we only have one side of the story. The man went suit shopping, and walked away with four well made suits. Is that wrong? Do you think you did something wrong?" The wry look on his patient's face said she didn't like his response.
"I really want to know, not just as my doctor, but personally, do you think what I did was wrong?" She casually rubbed a hand across her belly, and Dyson couldn't help but notice the way her thumb traced the cusp of her breast. "Because it's the same with you, Dr Sands. When I stand up next to you in the lobby, you get that same grin on your face. Every week I have to struggle not to enjoy the way you look at me. Should I just give in?" Dyson was caught off-guard. How was he supposed to answer that?
she somehow flaunts her height over him, abuses her influence for her own enjoyment
at the end of the appointment, she thanks him, makes reference enjoying the progress they made, and confirms 'see you next week'
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Dyson sees her out before calling to his genie in his empty office. When she doesn't respond, he flips through the three manila folders. They have headshots, so he learns the name of his previous patient. He looks at the next one (name?), and reads the diagnosis, "Megalomania and sexual fixation brought on by SFGS".
A few moments later, the woman barges in through the door, with some quip about how she shouldn't be left waiting. (I saw your last patient leave. how long were you planning to leave me waiting?) She was also two feet taller than Dyson, and wearing a purple skater dress with a lose skirt that down below fell to her mid-thigh. Up top, it showed off how incredibly stacked she was. (pic)
She plops down in her chair, and starts moaning about the 'grave indecencies' of people not treating her like the queen she expects she is. (how her husband keeps resisting her needs and desires) Mid-story, she says she's tense and asks for water. When he brings it over, she grabs his hands, and forces him to start giving her a kneck rub.
While he rubs her neck, she sets her head against his chest and her hands against his hips. She starts talking about ...
option 1) how she can't believe her husband is avoiding her. How before the change, he was always complaining she didn't want sex enough, or she didn't give him enough oral. 'Isn't that what all men say they want?' Now her libido is turned up, and she's glad to suck him off twice a day if he'll just meet her needs in return. Is that so much to ask? 'I run into men all day long that can't help themselves around me.'
option 2) how her husband is complaining she's 'cheating' on him, yet previously he was ignoring her and having affairs for years. 'Now that men can't help themselves around me, he's upset. I told him he can go ahead and divorce me, and if he's lucky, I'll only take half." she moves her head and neck around. "Wow, what you're doing right there feels really great."
"I think that's enough about my husband. I'd like to explore something else now." She starts rubbing her fingers against his hips, stunning him as she nudges his cock through his pants. "You missed me, didn't you?" She runs her fingers over the top of his quickly full erection. Then she leans her head back, and looks him right in the eye. "Always so ready for me. I like that in a man." She continues to rub him through his pants, as she sits up a little straighter.
???
she talks about other topics as she fondles him
? how do we get size comparison
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As Dyson calls out to her more aggressively, Genie finally appears to Dyson, a bit impatiently. She was busy with something. He complains about the situation he's in. She tells him "it's everything you wanted. You're helping people. You get to interact with eight foot tall women, who service you I might add. What more is there to life?"
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-------------------------------------------[ Dyson the slave ]-------------------------------------------------
??? ideas
Dyson is back in his college dorm, allegedly left to study, but his roomate comes home, and she's a hot 8' tall bombshell, and she's not modest
Dyson is back in his college dorm, allegedly left to study, but genie starts pleasuring herself on his bed, distracting him. she mockingly apologizes, for her appearance. then transforms into his amazon busty goddess genie.
She lets Dyson have his 'perfect' fantasy, with barista girl,
draft 1
a college boy is seduced by an unusual girl who is very forward. she gets him back to her place. when she's in the bathroom, he snoops in her purse and finds a curious looking bottle (ring?). when she comes back in, she laments at him having found her talisman, as she has to grant him his wishes..
she dispells the myth that genies are trapped in their bottles. they are free to live among humans, they just have to keep their talismans close to them, and beyond minor appearance changes, they can't use magic on themselves.
they are also much more common than he might realize. how does he think movie stars and singers get to be talented and famous. some do have natural talent, but many have a lucky run in with a genie.
she also dispells the myth that she has to call him master. he just gets three wishes, and since they are typically so predicatable, they might as well get them over with. she explains the typical wishes for money, fame, and women.
at first he's in disbelief and requires some convincing that she's actually a genie. After that, he's very cautious about making wishes. She's suggesting all kinds of things for him to wish for, but he's just not biting. at first she's impatient, because she wants him to make his three wishes so she can go back to her life. However, she's eventually impressed at how honest and wholesome he is (a change from her typical experience).
for the next few days she 'appears' around him at times of her choosing that are not exactly convenient for him.
when he's taking a shower? trying to get his homework done? in the bathroom with a date in the living room?
she explains that he only has four more days to make his wishes... but admits that there is another option... an option she doesn't offer to just anyone. she offers to make him her master and serve him, an incredibly rare offer. (she extols how rare) As his genie, they'll be bonded for life and she can grant him any desire. she talks up how enviable it is to have a personal genie, how long it's been since she's met someone worth pledging herself to. how when bonded, she'll be able to read his deepest thoughts and memories. then, she slips in her selfish motivation like an afterthought - if a master and genie fall in love, she'll be freed from her imprisionment.
he's still being incredibly cautious, but she turns on the charm and starts flirting. explaining how she genuinely likes something about him. how maybe he could be her true love, and either way, he'll have a life he can't even imagine. she sexes up her appearance, making her look like a slutty perfect-10 version of the girl he has in his living room, then starts touching him.
'or, you can make up your mind and settle for just three wishes, but remember, you only have xxx days left'. with that she disappears.
he goes back into the living room, where a short way into making out, the girl starts to resist. She asks if he's wearing perfume, then rhetorically asks if he was already with another girl that night. She stands up, declaring that she didn't think he was that kind of sleaze, then storms out.
He calls for his genie girl, and she appears curled around him. He tries to scold her for the perfume she left on him. She explains that it was for his own good. "She's so decidedly average. Besides, she's just at college hunting for an m.r.s degree to tie a man down and make babies. That's not the life you want. You want to be wealthy, and famous, with a mansion to live in, any women you desire, and me at your side." She leaned in close, sucking at his earlobe, "or sharing your bed. Be my master, let me be your genie. Let me make your dreams come true."
"I must be certifiable. I'm not even sure you're real. You're probably just a figment of a deep psychosis. But sure, why not. Be my genie, I'll be your master. What do I have to lose."
She perks up, and materializes a very ancient looking scroll. Explaining that this outlines the official terms. He starts to read it over, but it's very long winded versions of what she already explained to him. He notices a few gotchas, like any use of magic is entirely at her discretion. He brings it up. She confesses, yes, that's true, and tries to spin it positively -- he seems to have trouble deciding on wishes anyway. She'll be able to give him what he truly desires. "If you're worried about trusting me, remember I'm ultimately in it for us to fall in love. Trust me. You can't even imagine the things I can give you. Just put your thumb print right down there, and we can begin the rest of your amazing new life." He pauses, but ultimately lets his thumb down onto the paper, where it lights up and leaves a gold finger print. The scroll quickly rolls up and disappears. "Don't worry, you can read the rest of the boring fine print another time. Time for a little fun."
"First, I need to know your inner desires." She makes a grand gesture of holding her hands to his temples, murmuring strange chanting sounds. After a few minutes, he challenges her, 'seriously? what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to make this seem dramatic, but I can see you're not one for theatrics. You want to get right to the chase. You still don't believe this is real. How is this for real? You..." (she rattles off some embarassing childhood facts) "You're tired of trivial gestures, you want to be shocked. Okay then. You're attracted to a very peculiar female ideal, one that until now was an impossible fantasy. Time for your fantasy to become reality."
"This is absolutely crazy." He starts to vocally protest, while internally questioning his sanity.
Meanwhile, her appearance started to change before his eyes. Her hair lengthens and becomes wavy brown, her eyes change to a deep green, then his eyes are drawn down her shirt as the neckline draws lower lower and it tightens around her chest. A moment later, he realizes her breasts are not only getting larger, but they're rising higher. At first the change was subtle, but her shoulders rose with them, inch by inch, until he was staring directly across at the biggest broadest pair of tits he'd ever seen. When the changes stopped, he looked up to see her smiling down from well over his head before realizing his mouth was hanging open in shock. "Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life."
He felt dozens of emotions flooding through him all at once. While one of them was arousal at seeing his amazon fantasy come to life, it was overshadowed by disbelief, and fear for his own sanity. He startled, stumbling backwards and off the couch. Looking up from the ground, she looked even bigger. She looked to be eight or nine feet tall, and proportionally larger in every way. "Holy shit. This is not real. Did someone slip me some drugs? What is going on?"
The gorgeous oversize figure laughed. "No drugs. No tricks. Im your genie. Come now, get up off the floor. It's not very becoming for a master." She reached out, gently grasping his forearm. He instinctively tried to scramble backwards, but she moved quickly, grabbing his other arm and lifting him to his feet. Now he was standing in front of her, and her size advantage was even more apparent. She wasn't merely taller than him, she was also wider. One hand tipped his chin upwards as the other grasped behind his back, pulling him in. His cheeks "You wanted to be shocked.
alt story
he meets genie (see above)
even as she taunts him with selfish options, he takes his time, making his wishes very thoughtful and somewhat self-less
as she taunts him to wish for riches -- he asks to correct a trading mistake his father made a decade earlier that crushed his spirit and drove him out of investment banking.... she teases him, tells him she usually doesn't meddle with the past, but in this case the outcome seems innocent enough. 'ok, it's done'. then she turns a computer towards him, and logs him into the investment account she took the liberty of having him father opened for him when he was born, currently worth $14.6M. she 'wouldn't be a good genie' if he didn't get something out of it.
she taunts him to wish for fame, stunning looks, confidence, charisma, girls -- he thinks these selfish things come and go. he wants to remain healthy and fit his whole life... be a bit more handsome, and know how to play the guitar really well. She laughs at how modest his wish seems. 'done, and done' She takes him to a mirror, and peels off his shirt, congratulating herself for the modestly buff six pack she gave him. Then she materializes a guitar and asks him to play a specific song. He not only plays it, but he sings it pretty well too. By the time he's finished, tears are streaming down his eyes. He sets aside the guitar, and hugs her. Telling her how amazing this is. She shrugs it off 'it was your wish, i'm just the genie'.
She says she's starting to understand him and his understated life improvements. He doesn't want to skip what life has to offer, he wants to live it. 'What we need to figure out is what will round out this package of yours.' she teases that he can of course get an amazing girlfriend, but how about he gets one right now, someone caring, and amazing, and of course beautiful. Just then limo pulls up, and a young female singer hearthrob pulls up asking him for directions to find her cousin's dorm room. He gets in, and shows her the way. They exchange some looks, and as she finally walks away towards her cousin's dorm, the genie says that her true love could be just a wish away.
How is he supposed to tell her that what he really wants is a nine foot tall girlfriend? Then he considers how awkward it would be in society. She'd be an outcast. Maybe his fantasy should just remain his fantasy. He's been selfish enough already with his other two wishes.
He considers it, but confesses that he's benefited enough from his other two wishes. He wants to do something truly of generous spirit. He asks what the limits of the wish are, can he wish to cure cancer? She thinks it's so sweet, but no, that's too far reaching. Affecting health is tricky, for severe things, a wish can really only help one person. He takes her to the hospital, and asks who really needs it. She leads him through the hospital, to the room of an 8 year old girl. A year ago she was the star of her soccer team, but since then she's been fighting a rare type of bone cancer. Her marrow transplant failed, and she probably only has a couple months to live. He grabs a white coat, and walks in, pretending to be a doctor on her service. He looks at her chart and chats with her. She has such a good and optimistic spirit. She's not worried for herself, but for her mother. He leaves, and tells the genie he wishes for her to be healthy. The genie is genuinely surprised "you're serious? You only get three wishes, and you're going to burn your last one saving a girl you don't even know? That is what you really want? Once it's done, there is no taking it back." He looks through the window at the girl and nods. "Alright, it's done. That doctor over there just found ran the third set of labs to come back normal. He doesn't know how, but he's coming in right now to tell her mother she's doing better." The doctor walks into the room, talks to the mother, who starts bawling and hugging her daughter.
He turns to the genie, "we did some good then. Thanks for everything." He holds out his hand, and the genie very officially shakes it.
"You, xyz, have made some of the most peculiar wishes I've ever seen. I'll truly remember you, which is saying alot coming from an eight hundred year old genie."
"And I wouldn't have pegged you for a year over twenty two. Well, thanks again. I'll truly remember you too. Time for me to get back to my normal life now." He turns, walking away. She feels something, something strange. A sense of loss as he rounds the corner out of sight.
He presses the button the elevator, feeling a strange sense of calm elation seeing the girl his wish saved stand up from her bed. He steps into the elevator, watching tears still running down her mom's face.
On the first floor, he considers how strange and unbelievable the whole experience was. Then just as he makes his way outside, he's surprised to see the genie standing outside, waiting for him. "I thought I'd never see you again."
"Me too, but then here I am. I genuinely like you, and that hasn't happened for me in a *really* long time. What if I told you I'm willing to extend our little arrangement, to let you be my master? The details will take some explaining. Let's walk." The two set off strolling.
"The life of Djinn are a bit more complicated than most are aware. We are bound into a life of service to mankind. The three wishes are a bit of a trial period, if you will, so we can get to know a potential master. If we find one we like, we can pledge ourselves for the entirety of their life."
"If they accept us, they get our devotion and service. We enrich their lives, fulfill their needs and further their best interests. There are ground rules of course. We can keep them healthy and safe, but we can't unnaturally extend their lives. We also can't act in our own selfish interests, alter their personality, or force them to do anything they don't want to do. And we can't put them in harm's way. Honestly none of which are very restrictive."
"So you're saying you would be my personal genie, forever? As many wishes as I want? Seems like there has to be a catch."
"Ahh, ahh, you mis-understand. You had your three wishes, you don't get any more. If you become my master, I would use my magic in whatever ways *I* think are best. Djinn can read their master's minds, so I'll have a pretty good idea what you'd wish for, but that doesn't mean you'll always get it. Think of a genie as part servant part teacher. Make no mistake, if you accept me, you're life will never be the same, but I'm not going to conjure up a McMansion and women to feed you grapes. I pride myself at keeping things substantially more interesting than that. I'd care for you, but I'd also challenge you to be your best. I know you already share some of that sensibility, or I wouldn't be as drawn to you as I am."
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how can he know her well enough to trust her? how does he get over that barrier?
Initiation
For now, only you can see and hear me me unless you say otherwise, and when out in public, you'll want to get in the habit of answering me in your head, so others don't think you're talking to yourself. -> "okay"
Let's see, what are your life priorities? Become a doctor. Help people. Explore the world. Settle down and raise a family. Good that you're not in a hurry on that last part. I think I can find room to spice things up while keeping up your boy scout good Samaritan vibe.
As for right now, you have studying to do for your anatomy class tomorrow, you should get to it. "Seriously? You expect me to think about that right now?" "To be a doctor, you need to do the work." She was right, he begrudginly agreed. He wouldn't become a doctor by accident. He took out his anatomy books, and flipped to the right chapter. As he started reading, he started to feel strange all of a sudden. The world around him seemed to slow down, the sound of rain droplets slowed and as he looked he could see the water falling in surreal slow motion. Across the room, his genie pointed back towards his book in encouragement, and he found himself tearing through the material. After reading the relevant three chapters and fifty pages, he noticed only three minutes had passed. He started over from the beginning, reading them all again, just for good measure. Then he closed his book and turned to her. He felt momentarily dizzy as time snapped back to normal, and the rain resumed it's stacatto pitter pattern.
"See, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" She stood up from the bed. "Now, time to have a little fun. Let's, go get some coffee from your favorite barista."
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He looked across the coffee shop at the girl. He didn't even know her name. He only knew she was brunette, had a pretty voice, and was fit and very very tall. "Ooh, I like her already. Her name is Linda, she's an economics major, a vollyball player, and she thinks you're cute." He looked at his genie rhetorically wondering how she knew that, but then it shouldn't surprise him. "No, it shouldn't. Tell you what, you go ask to meet her for a drink, and I'll make it worth your while." He'd never summoned the courage to ask her out before, and being put on the spot wasn't helping. "Maybe you need a little extra courage? No problem." Mimi tapped his shoulder, and suddenly he felt a little lightheaded. He also felt a bit more bold, and determined. He didn't remember why he'd never approached the barista before, but he didn't care. He strolled up to the counter with determination.
Her chipper voice called out to him, "Hey there! The usual?" He nodded. He felt a butterflies looking up at her. She was well over six feet tall, at least four inches taller than him. She called the order to the cash register. "Double shot mocha with a pump of caramel." As she started expertly working the espresso machine, she turned back to him, "anything else?"
"Actually, yes." He briefly looked back towards his genie, not that anyone else could see her. Then he looked to the barista and mustered his courage. "Can I buy you a drink? When you get off?"
Her hands didn't miss a beat as she continued making his coffee. "Like a drink drink?" He nodded, and her face flushed a little red. "Uhm... I can't tonight. I'm on until 11pm, and I have practice early in the morning." She paused, dramatically pouring his finished drink from the small steel pitcher into a paper cup, before dragging out a leaf pattern in the foam. "However, I do have a ten minute break coming up."
Dyson nodded, "sounds great! I'll be right over there." He took the drink she offered, and gestured towards an empty table. A moment later he was seated, with Mimi patting her hands in a mocking tiny clapping gesture.
"Nice work. I thought she was a little tall for you, but you like that don't you?"
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Now it's my turn. What do you wish would happen next."
At first Dyson drew a blank. He decided it would be nice if they had something in common, if he got the chance to see her again. "No no. You're thinking too small. In your wildest fantasy. Don't hold back." He looked over at Linda, how sexy she looked when she tossed her hair. He imagined her heading not for him, but for the restroom, giving him a sexy look and beckoning him over with a finger. Only he realized he wasn't just imagining it. It was actually happening. Linda had stopped in the hallway, and was beckoning him over. Mimi urged him on, "well, what are you waiting for?"
Dyson hopped out of his chair, headed for Linda, and slipped into the bathroom just before she locked the door behind him. She approached him with a hungry demeanor, "what took you so long?" Dyson didn't speak. He was too overwhelmed with the way Linda's body was pressing him back into the wall. "I've been giving you my best fuck-me eyes for weeks. You didn't have to make me wait so long."