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Chapter 4

The town was just twenty minutes from Seth’s army base. No one got in or out from the base without special clearance between six in the evening and six in the morning, so when Seth and Idri arrived at eight in the evening, they had no choice but to find lodging in the town. Idri was nice enough to conjure up some money to pay for a room. She was reluctant to do it. “If they find out I created money, they might take away my powers,” she explained.

“Who’s they?” Seth asked.

“The Genie Council.” Apparently, creating wealth is very frowned upon in the genie community, as it could throw off the whole human economy.

Seth was relieved to finally slip out from the burka, letting his skin feel fresh air for the first time in nearly ten hours. He couldn’t even begin to understand how so many women were able to wear the fully-covering things for so long without suffocating or overheating—though it’s not like they had the choice.

He found himself in the bathroom, staring at his body. He was still in his female form and he didn’t want to change back until his safety was confirmed. The town was friendly for the most part, but there were still radicals who would have jumped on the opportunity to blow up an American soldier, had they found out that one was casually sleeping in a nearby hotel.

Intending to shower, Seth stripped out from his undergarments. He cupped his breasts and squeezed, watching in the mirror. They were sensitive, but gentle squeezing actually felt quite nice. He slowly found his nipples with the tips of his fingers, and he began to fondle them carefully, sending warm pulses through his body. He’d heard women talking about how sensitive breasts were, but he never realized just how sensitive they really were (and how could he have?).

He looked down at his fresh, new pussy, and a curiosity overwhelmed him suddenly. Every man wonders what it feels like when a woman rubs her clit. And he was never going to get the chance to rub himself as a woman again, so why not see what all the hype was about?

He turned on the shower to create some white noise. His heart skipped a beat as he reached down towards his crotch slowly. Something about it seemed so naughty—even though it was technically his own body he was touching. He ran the tip of his pointer finger along the length of his slit, burrowing it gently between his plump lips.

He seemed suddenly hyperaware of all the noises around him—the sounds of cars whirring by outside, the loud chatter of street-salesmen, the sound of Idri in the other room, on the other side of the thin wall, pacing around, probably wondering when Seth would finally decide on his final two wishes so she could be released to see old friends and family. If Seth wasn’t quick, she would start to wonder why his shower was taking so long. It would have been terribly embarrassing to have her suspect he was exploring his new female body.

He continued to stroke his plump lips. And it was true: the clit was, by far, the most sensitive part of the operation. Every time his fingertips so much as gently skimmed his clit, a powerful wave of warmth rushed through his body. At first he found this rush hard to handle, making his arms and legs tremble—it was too sensitive to enjoy. But after a few passes, it started to feel better and more manageable.

He took a deep breath, his muscles relaxing. The image of Idri in her skimpy little belly dancer outfit came to his mind, her perky nipples plainly visible in her sheer top; he wanted so badly to feel them, squeeze them, and suck on those big, hard nipples. He sunk his finger deeper into his snatch, slipping his fingertip into his tight hole. He was getting wet.

He had to bite his tongue hard to stop himself from moaning. All he could think was, ‘This is so much better than masturbating as a man.’ It was like being on the never-ending verge of climax, like he was about to come at any moment but that moment wasn’t coming, teasing him as the euphoria grew stronger and stronger. He slipped a second finger into his pussy and pushed in deeper. He was really wet now, his warm juices trickling down his legs, squishing out of his tight snatch with every quick penetration.

He used his free hand to continue rubbing his clit. He rubbed faster and faster as the room quickly filled with steam from the hot, running shower. “Oh God,” he muttered carefully under his breath. He bit his lip and looked up at himself in the mirror. He watched as his own body convulsed, rapidly approaching climax.

There was a knock at the bathroom door. “Everything okay in there?” Idri called out.

Seth pulled his fingers out from his warm cunt as quickly as he could, his heart suddenly racing. “I’m fine,” he said.

“Save some hot water for me,” Idri said.

“Okay.” Seth stepped into the shower and quickly ran through the motions. He’d already been in the bathroom for longer than was necessary, so he needed to be quick to not raise any suspicion. He never got to finish off that female orgasm, but there were more important things to figure out, like how he was going to get into the base with Idri, and how he was going to use his two remaining wishes.

Figuring out the wishes was going to be especially hard, seeing as he still had his whole life ahead of him to regret his decisions. He couldn’t ask for money, because that was apparently against the genie rules. When he got out of the shower, he asked Idri what other rules he had to follow. She explained that the wishes can only affect Seth and the course of his own life—so he couldn’t wish for the death of the Taliban leader, and he couldn’t wish to bring any of his deceased friends back to life. That little rule made things especially difficult, because almost every wish affected others in at least a small way. “At the end of the day, I’ll use my better judgement,” Idri explained.

“So, for example, I can’t wish for a beautiful wife? Would that be affecting someone else?”

“Unfortunately I can’t do that,” Idri said. “Even if I wanted to, I can’t change the way a person thinks—our powers don’t affect human freewill. But if you wanted to have sex with a beautiful woman, I could make that happen—though she wouldn’t technically be a human, though you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

“What would she be? Out of curiosity, of course,” Seth said, his cheeks turning red.

“She would be fake, like an apparition. I can’t create humans that are able to think freely or feel emotions, but I can create you something really convincing. You could even keep her and fuck her all you wanted for the rest of your life if you wanted to—you wouldn’t have to feel bad about it because she would essentially just be a robot, created from the ether.”

Seth thought about what else he could wish for. He couldn’t wish for money, but he could wish for a mansion—that didn’t affect anyone but himself. He could wish for a nice sports car that he could sell for money—but what would give him the most bang for his buck? And even though he couldn’t wish for a beautiful supermodel to fall in love with him, he could wish for stunning good looks, and then he could easily attract any woman he wanted.

But he still only had one wish, unless of course he wanted to remain a woman, in which case he could hold onto the change-back-wish he was saving for later.

When Seth finally slipped out from his thoughtful daze, he noticed Idri was smirking. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“I know what you were doing in the shower,” she said. She giggled.

Seth’s face became a dark shade of red. He opened his mouth to tell her she was wrong, but then he realized who he was talking to—as far as he knew, she could see through walls. Why did he ever think he could do something without her knowing?

“I’m not judging,” Idri said. “I’ve turned myself into a man to see what it feels like—if that makes you feel any better.” Surprisingly, it did make him feel a bit better, though his cheeks remained red and he remained speechless. “Not too many guys get the chance to see what it feels like. You should make the most of it while you can.”

It was too embarrassing to admit to her, but he really wanted to know what it would be like, to be a woman in the world for a day or two—in the western world, preferably, where a woman could go out unsupervised and live her life freely. It would be nice to experience being a woman at the bar, where men flock around you with compliments as they buy you drink after drink. It would be nice on the bus, where every guy gets up and gives up his seat for you, and it would feel nice being chased for once, rather than being the one doing all of the chasing.

But just for a day or two—Seth still liked being a man, and of course he would never want to become a woman. After all, he was sexually attracted to women; he’d never had the slightest fantasy involving a man in his life. Though now that he was thinking about it, he wondered what that would be like, being with a man.

Idri was looking at him with a devilish smile. Could she read his mind? He hadn’t even considered the possibility. Now that he was considering it, his face was quickly turning red once again. “Do you want to see what it’s like, being with a man?” Idri asked him.

“What? No!” Seth snapped, his heart rate accelerating.

“Oh c’mon, it would be fun.”

“I don’t want to be with a man,” he said firmly. He felt a strange attraction to the idea of being with a man but he knew that was only because he was in a woman’s body, with female hormones in his veins and in his brain. Women are biologically attracted to men, so the sudden attraction was nothing to be ashamed of, right? As soon as he was a man again, the thought would never cross his mind again.

“What if I told you it wouldn’t use up a wish, and you could have him for the whole night?”

The thought alone terrified him, but it excited him just a little bit. Still, he declined.

“Would you spend the night with a woman if I told you it wouldn’t cost a wish?” Idri said, her sly smile growing bigger.

This offer was harder to pass up. Until that moment, he hadn’t considered the thought of lesbian sex—what it would feel like to be eaten out by someone who actually knows what they’re doing down there. Plus, if Idri could conjure up an ‘apparition’ as she called it, Seth wouldn’t have to feel embarrassed, seeing as the person wouldn’t be real anyway.

He bit his lip. Before he could say yes or no, Idri leaned forward and kissed him. “Consider it my official thanks for freeing me from my bottle.” He thought the wishes were the official thanks, but he wasn’t about to bring that into question.