Wishing for Better Looks

An actual, real life Genie’s lamp! You couldn’t believe your eyes! Of course, you were sceptical when you first saw it in the weird shop you had ducked into to avoid Jason and his lackeys. He had been furious when he learned that you had been paired up with his girlfriend Nancy for the science project and had vowed to beat the crap out of you next time he saw you. Which resulted in you hiding in fear every time he came inside your field of vision. It wasn’t Nancy’s fault, she was very sweet, and you guys got along quite well. But Jason had learned that you had a bit of a thing for her, and him being a possessive and overprotective boyfriend, forbade you from ever speaking to her, which was proving to be a bit hard since she was the one to choose you as her partner. And so, you hid, this time in this strange store full of exotic items. You had been intrigued by the lamp, and the store owner swore it was genuine, capable of summoning a genie to grant you three wishes. You didn’t believe him of course, but the price had been so cheap, you figured it would make for a nice touch of decoration at home. Of course, you hadn’t counted on a Genie appearing as you rubbed it for the first time, back in the security of your apartment.

“Greetings! I am the Genie of the Lamp, here to grant you three wishes, no more, no less. I cannot kill, I cannot bring back the dead, and I cannot create love. And of course, no wishing for more wishes, or more genies for that matter! If you try that I shall turn you into a toad and be done with it! Now, what are your three wishes, my Master?”

You were stunned. This was a real deal genie, floating, blue creature enveloped by smoke. You were so not ready for this! You could wish for money, but everyone who had money said it did not bring happiness. Wish for Nancy to go out with you? No, he couldn’t create love, and you wouldn’t want an empty relationship. Wish harm on Jason? He might be a Jackass and a douche, but he wasn’t evil at heart, and probably didn’t deserve a reality altering punishment like this. Maybe something for yourself, improve your looks? That could be nice for a start!

“Alright Genie! I wish I was better looking! That way I can be more confident, and maybe get laid more often as well!”

“As you wish my Master! Three wishes, coming right up!”

“Wait, what? Three wishes? That was only my first one!”

But the genie ignored you, a malicious grin on his face. That is when you realised you may have jumped on this a little too eagerly, with too little information. You had clearly intended this as a single wish, but the genie had twisted your request, splitting it in three. That is when you realised you might be in a lot of trouble. Blue smoke started swirling around you, and from within them you could feel yourself changing, drastically. You felt your whole form shrink down, becoming a few inches shorter. But you also lost a lot of your masculine girth, your shoulders narrowing down, not that they were broad before, but now the were tiny dainty things. Arms slimmed down, what little muscles you had disappearing completely, leaving you with smooth hairless skin with only a thin layer of baby fat. You felt your waist compress and hips expand, giving you a definite hourglass figure, and leaving no doubt where this was all heading. Confirming your fears, you felt your ass expand with your hips, ballooning out behind you in a round booty that would make all men’s head turn. At the same time twin mounds raised up on your chest, leaving you with a respectable pair of C cup breasts. Hair cascaded down from your head, framing your rapidly feminizing face, lips growing plump and eyelashes becoming long and full. Finally, you felt an odd sensation of suction in your groin, as your penis inverted and formed your new love canal, forming a perfectly smooth and hairless pussy where your dick had been. And so, it was done, the blue smoke cleared, and you had gone from an average male to a totally smoking hot girl.

You turn to the Genie, enraged that he twisted your wish like this.

“What the hell!? This is not what I wished for! Change me back this instant!”

The Genie cackled mischievously. “You wished you were better looking, you certainly are now, from both our perspectives I would say. So, your first wish has been granted Mistress. Now let us move on to the next one. One big dose of confidence coming right up!”

He snapped his finger, sparking an intense blue light, blinding you momentarily. You then felt pressure inside your head, in your mind. You felt everything that made you a pushover melt away. Gone was your hesitation, you felt like you could conquer the world! This was awesome! But you felt something else bubbling up. With the self confidence, came arrogance. You were hot, and you knew it. You were beautiful, so you deserved to be admired, deserved to be treated like a queen. Others should bow down at your feet because that is where they belonged. They were puppets for you to use and discard as you please, and all your kindness disappeared along with what made you weak of will, leaving you a total and utter bitch.

“And now for the final wish! Let us make sure you get laid plenty. You being such a hot girl means you shouldn’t have any issues sleeping with whoever you want, but we still have to make sure that happens, so lets slutty it up a bit!”

And by a bit, he meant a lot. With the final snap of his fingers, blue flames erupted around you, which you absorbed rapidly. Suddenly you felt the fire burning in you. You wanted, no, needed to be fucked. You wanted someone, anyone to hold you down tightly and have their way with you. You wanted to be used, to have a dick in you pussy, in your mouth, in your ass, in all of them at the same time! The need was raising up, and you couldn’t help but drop on the floor, removing your panties and raising up your skirt, which you hadn’t even noticed had changed in all the turmoil. You were rubbing your clit frantically, feeling your vagina grow even more moist, unbidden thoughts of hunky men having their way with you surging in your new slutty mind. It wasn’t enough. With a poof, you new had a huge black dildo in your hand. The Genie winked at you.

“This one is on the house. Now I will take my leave, have fun in your new girly, bitchy and slutty life!”

With that, he transformed in a large cloud of smoke, which was quickly absorbed back into the lamp, which disappeared out of existence, along with any hopes of reverting any of this. You would have protested, pleaded for him to change you back, that this had been a mistake, but you had other things on your mind now. You plunged the dildo deep within you in a single powerful thrust, feeling relief washing over you. Yes, this is what you needed, what you required. Something long and hard to fill you up. You masturbated for close to an hour, experience multitudes of orgasms, before finally stopping. But you knew deep down that this wouldn’t last, and that the dildo was no replacement for the real thing. You would need to find yourself a real man to fuck you proper, and soon, or else you would turn mad.

So, you dressed up, selecting clothes from your slutty new wardrobe, filled to the brim with pieces of clothing skimpier and daring than anything you had ever owned before. Maybe you would track down Jason, steal him from that prude Nancy and give him the best sex of his life, then dump him, knowing he would never again have such good sex in his miserable existence. Yeah, that would teach the both of them. So, you headed out, on the prowl for someone to sate your new desires, while deep inside the old you screamed silently, unable to do anything, only a passenger in this new life, as a slutty, bitchy girl.

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