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  As You Wish

  by Tabitha Kohls

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2019

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  A cold wind ran through the bus stop, rustling Misao Horne's dress. She shivered.

  "Stupid party." She sighed, rubbing her arms for warmth, and feeling foolish in her risqué silk dress. "Where is that stupid bus, already?"

  Misao almost never went to the office parties, not even for real holidays. But her sales team had come in first for the quarter, and she'd felt socially obligated to celebrate their success, even if it meant attending the rather lame St. Patrick's Day party.

  For some reason she had felt like dressing up for the occasion, and had even splurged on a new dress. The red silk cheongsam was cut to show off quite a bit more leg than she liked, her ass was practically hanging out half the time. It was a far cry from her usual suits, but it had certainly attracted a lot of attention from her coworkers. Particularly the male ones.

  "If only someone other than that sleaze Jerry had offered me a ride home," she muttered, tugging at her thin dress as another icy blast blew over her.

  "That could be arranged, if you truly wish it."

  Misao jumped as a woman suddenly walked up to the tiny open bus stop, seeming to emerge from nowhere.

  "Where the fu--" she started, then caught herself. "Uh, sorry, you startled me."

  But it was the woman's outfit that was truly startling -- mostly because the woman wasn't really wearing one.

  Whereas Misao felt downright risqué in her thigh-revealing dress, the woman was all but naked, her only real clothing being her golden heels and a narrow ribbon of deep blue silk draped over her shoulder, so sheer it was entirely see-through.

  Even more strangely, the woman was covered from head to toe in dark blue ink! Misao had seen people wear body-paint as part of their Halloween costumes before, but never over their entire body -- and certainly not in early March!

  An immense amount of gaudy gold costume jewelry completed the woman's obscene costume, a mix of everything from belly-button rings to heaps of beaded necklaces to nose studs. Even her nipples appeared trapped under star-shaped golden piercings, each attached to her belly button ring by a golden chain.

  She had to admit, it was certainly a daring costume, but hardly appropriate for a street corner in the middle of the business district.

  "My fault, I'm sure," the blue woman replied coolly, shuffling into place at opposite end of the bus stop.

  The bizarre woman seemed far less embarrassed than Misao would've expected, and strangely bored. Something about her nonchalant demeanor annoyed the young sales manager.

  She must be a hooker, Misao realized all at once, scowling. Just standing so near what was probably a walking pile of STDs made her stomach churn. She glanced around the street. I wonder which building she came from... hopefully not mine.

  She ran her eyes up and down the woman's form again, a bitchy smirk crossing her lips. At least now I won't have to worry about anyone thinking I'm a slut riding the bus in this dress. Not once they get a gander of this crazy skank, anyway.

  "Sooo..." Misao began.

  The blue-tinted woman turned to face her, and in an impossibly bored tone asked, "Yes?"

  Again, something about the woman's demeanor rubbed Misao the wrong way. The woman was wearing less than a very cheap whore, and didn't seem the least bit ashamed of it.

  "Okay, so what are you supposed to be, exactly? Some sort of overgrown smurf going through a mid-life crisis?"

  The woman stared at her for a long second, as if taking her measure, then turned back to face the empty road with a sigh. "If it truly concerns you, mortal, then know that I am a Djinn."

  Misao Horne barked out a laught at the woman's superior attitude.

  "You're dressed as a... Genie? Seriously?" She looked the woman up and down. "So, where's your lamp, then? And who the hell dresses up as a genie for St. Patrick's Day; wouldn't a Leprechaun be more appropriate?"

  The blue-skinned stranger sighed in utter disdain. "I am not dressed as a Genie, mortal. I am a Djinn, the very last one left in this miserable excuse for a reality. And no, Djinn do not have lamps. Your King Solomon once trapped a few of my kin in large stones, but... well, never mind about that, it does not concern you."

  "And you are standing here, in the cold, waiting for the bus, because....?" Misao asked, rolling her eyes as the slut actually continued staying in character, despite how utterly ridiculous the gag was becoming.

  "I am standing here, because my last Master wished that I ride only public transportation for the next few centuries," the woman replied, her tone so serious Misao couldn't decide if it was sarcasm or just a very lame attempt at a joke. "Apparently he was jealous of my teleportation abilities. You humans are strange creatures, at times."

  Not knowing quite how to respond to such a weird statement, Misao just nodded absently, and turned back to face the empty street, silently cursing the bus schedule.

  The two women stood in silence for several moments, the only noise the occasional clinking of the stranger's jewelry as the chilly wind blew through the open bus stop. Strangely, the nearly nude woman didn't seem to notice the cold at all.

  Misao tried to get buried into an app on her phone, but try as she might, she just couldn't ignore the bizarre stranger standing next to her. She finally broke the silence.

  "Okay, seriously, what is up with that stupid costume? You're practically naked! Well, no, not practically; you are naked!"

  The stranger sighed heavily.

  "Many centuries ago, my Mistress wished that I should look, and I quote, 'More like a proper Genie'. If I really do look naked to you, then you must have some rather unusual opinions on the appearance of 'Genies', mortal. Most people see me as a floating woman with legs of smoke, or as a busty blonde woman with an annoying squinting habit."

  Misao pondered this for a moment, and finally shook her head. Clearly the woman was insane. "Okay, whatever. Forget I asked."

  She waited, growing impatient as the silence grew awkward again. "Where is that stupid bus, anyway? It's always late."

  The Genie or Djinn, or whatever, just shrugged. "The conveyance we are awaiting suffered a tire failure three blocks back, and won't arrive for two hours. Perhaps you should wish the bus was in fine working order? Or perhaps wish that we were both at our respective destinations already?"

  Misao stared at the woman, incredulous that she was still keeping up her crazy act. "Okay, enough with the Genie crap already. It's gotten way past weird, now it's just annoying."

  "You mortals, never ready to believe," the woman muttered. "A real pity. One little wish, and you'd believe and have all you could desire...."

  "Oh, puhleeese!" Misao sighed. "Genies don't exist and you're just a weird naked slut."

  The Genie began nonchalantly examining her long, blood-red nails. "Your loss, mortal. I thought I might finally have found a new Mistress. Oh well, thankfully I only have to serve a few more of you creatures before I'm at last allowed to move on to a h
igher plane...."

  Misao sighed. "Fine, I'll play along. If you're a real genie--"

  "Djinn!"

  "--Fine, Djinn! Whatever. So, I'm your new Mistress geni--djinn. Now, I command you, if you're a real... whatever you are, then do something magical and prove it!"

  The woman considered for a moment. "Is it your wish that I prove my power, my Mistress?"

  "Hah! I knew it, you're full of it!" Misao said, triumphantly at the woman's obvious stalling.

  Then she remembered she was arguing about magic powers with a naked woman at night at the bus stop and sighed at her own foolishness. Turning back to wait for the bus, she mentally promised herself she wouldn't talk to the weird woman anymore.

  The moon slowly rose from behind the tall buildings around them, as the two women stood in the lengthening silence yet again.

  Finally, as the bus continued to fail to arrive, Misao grumbled sullenly, tugging at the bottom of her dress a gust of wind blew it up, uncovering her leg.

  "Ugh, I wish I had just let Jerry take me home after all, even if he is a total sleazy pervert. At least his car has a heater."

  The blue-skinned woman grinned, for the first time revealing her teeth. To Misao's shock her teeth were filed into sharp, predatory points. "As you wish, my Mistress...."

  Before she could react, Misao felt the world around her suddenly swoon and spin, a wave of vertigo overtaking her. The frigid night air was suddenly replaced with a warm, almost hot draft running across her back. Sweat trickled down her body, seemingly forming instantly. She was naked!

  With a gasp, she felt smooth fabric sheets appear under her hands and knees. A bed, she was on a bed?

  What just-- Her thought was interrupted, as she suddenly realized a man was slamming his cock into her impossibly wet sex. What the Fuck?!

  The pounding was going on at an incredible pace, as the strange man rammed in and out of her, even as she struggled to regain her bearings. Everything was swimming, and she had the odd feeling that she was drunk. Really, really drunk.

  She rolled over, the man's hairy chest rubbing across her bare, sweaty back, even as he continued slamming in and out of her incredibly sloppy pussy. "Oh, fuuuck! Take my cock, you dirty chink whore!!"

  She recognized the voice, even before she saw his face.

  Jerry?!

  The chubby, greasy haired executive was on top of her, as covered in sweat as herself. She had the sudden feeling that they'd been going at it for awhile now, not the mere seconds she could remember.

  Did I get drunk at the office party? Did I go home with, no, no, I was just on the street, there was... a woman....

  Misao's thoughts, mixed up already by her apparent inebriation, were shattered as an explosion suddenly erupted outward from her sex.

  Her vision went white as Jerry, the office pervert, tore the first of many orgasms out of the drunk sales manager....

  ***

  Misao Horne groaned softly as she rolled over. Her head was killing her.

  Slowly, memories of the night before returned to her. With a gasp, she slapped her hand across her bed, and to her relief, found she was indeed alone.

  "Oh, thank God," she muttered, as she pushed herself up, gingerly. "For a moment there, I actually thought I'd gone home with that--"

  She stopped, mid-thought, and slowly looked down. With a groan of disgust, she peeled a used condom off her naked breast. "Oh, no..."

  Lifting her stained sheets off her naked body, she found another used condom oozing on her leg, another across her belly, and yet another actually poking out of her very well-fucked sex.

  "Enjoying your first wish, Mistress?"

  Misao shrieked, jumping out of the bed like a spooked cat. The naked blue-skinned woman was standing at the foot of her bed.

  "Oh fuck... you're real?!" Misao cried. With a sudden wince, she grasped her head, as a massive hangover hit her. "Oooh... my head. Close the curtains, or something."

  "Do you wish--"

  Misao glared daggers at the woman. She finally shrugged and pulled the curtains close. "Can't blame me for trying, Mistress."

  "Like hell I can't! Oww... You made me fuck that dirty bastard all night! Oww, my head...." Misao refrained from commenting on the soreness of her puffy, raw sex. "And why do I have such a hangover, I didn't drink anything at the office party. I never drink at those dumb parties."

  The Genie smiled, but not showing her teeth this time.

  "You wished that you had accepted your coworker's offer of a ride home, Mistress. I saw in your mind that you'd never accept a ride from Jerry unless you were exceptionally inebriated. So I simply assured that you did, indeed, have a drink at your office St. Patrick's Day party. A lot of drinks, actually."

  Misao took a few moments to process this new information, her hangover not helping matters. Slowly, images began to flash through her mind; memories of sucking down green jello shots in front of her boss, followed by more memories of dancing on one of the secretary's desks, while the copy room guys cheered her on. And then she saw herself dragging Jerry off to the men's room--

  She shook her head in disgust, and immediately regretted the action. "Oooh... Now, wait a second, you... are you saying you changed the past? I mean, you somehow rewrote what I did last night, so that I went home with that creep?"

  "It is what you wished for, Mistress."

  Fair enough, I guess, Misao thought, rubbing her temples. "Okay. Well... I don't suppose you can get rid of this hangover, could you?"

  "Do you wish--"

  "Oh, never mind! Oww, my head! Oooh...."

  The djinn watched her for a moment, then let out a deep breath. "Okay, fine, I'll help you, just because you can't make wishes in your current condition. But just this once."

  The blue-skinned woman snapped her perfectly manicured fingers, and the world seemed to spin again as Misao held her head.

  "Oh, what... oh, I do feel a bit better," Misao said a second later, as the remaining cobwebs slowly fell from her mind. She still ached from the long night of rough, drunken sex, but at least her headache seemed to be lessening. "What did you do?"

  "There was a bit of residual magic left from your last wish," the woman said. "You drinking so much last night, that was very out of character for you. The magic doesn't like loose ends like that, it wrinkles the Universe. So I used the residual energy to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. I just made it so that you have always been a bit of... a lush, I think is the term."

  "You made me into an alcoholic?!" Misao gasped, confused, and somewhat horrified.

  "Not hardly. Just less of a teetotaler, Mistress," the woman assured her. But Misao couldn't help but feel the magical being wasn't being entirely truthful with her.

  ***

  "Okay, let's go over this. Quietly."

  Misao Horne sat at her table, sipping her second cup of coffee, as she waited for her headache pills to take effect. She wondered if drinking one of the beers in her fridge would help more than the coffee, then suddenly wondered why she had beer in her fridge at all.

  "You have only to ask, and I will answer, Mistress. And before you ask, no, the answer to your questions won't cost you a wish."

  Misao nodded, slowly. "Okay, so then I have more wishes coming to me, right? How many? Three is what all the genies grant, at least in the stories I've heard."

  "Again, Mistress, I am a Djinn, not a genie. Genies don't exist." The blue-skinned woman idly polished a tacky gold band on her wrist. "As to your wishes, you had five wishes. Four remain to you, now. And until you finish choosing them, I shall wait ever at your side, your loyal and humble servant."

  "Right... no lamp to hide away in," Misao replied, thoughtfully. "So I have four more wishes, huh? Interesting... Are there any limits? I mean, can I, for example--"

  The djinn cut her off, sighing heavily. "No, you can't wish for more wishes; everyone tries that. And no, you can't wish to be ruler of the Earth or the Universe, nor can you wish to live forever or kill any
one. Nor can you bring other magical, wish-granting items into your possession. All wishes stay in place unless directly contradicted by another wish, and only those parts which are contradicted will superseded by the new wish. And--"

  The young sales manager blinked, as the woman stopped suddenly.

  "Sorry, Mistress," the djinn apologized, seeming almost sincere for once. "I'm just a bit tired of this stage of the process; I've been through all of this many, many times before. It's always the same questions."

  Misao nodded, again. She finished her coffee, thinking hard. "Okay, Gen--I mean, Djinn--"

  "Chrymtalybym, Mistress."

  "What?!"

  "Chrymtalybym, Mistress. That is my name."

  Misao stared at her. "That's... your name? Oh, boy... fine, Krim-talla-bim, or whatever you said; I think I know what I want to wish for."

  "Speak it and so shall it be, Mistress."

  "Right..." Misao paused for a long second, slowly considering her next words very carefully, even as she noted the sharp-toothed smile returning to the blue woman's lips.

  Her work as a manager hadn't exactly prepared her for a situation quite like this, but she wasn't without some experience dealing with overly-complicated sales contracts and manipulative lawyers, sleazy advertising execs, bitter rivals at the office....

  After a moment, she was certain she had worked out the wording such that even the genie couldn't possibly twist her wish against her. For once in her life, she was actually happy her mother had been such a control freak. Who knew growing up with a Tiger Mom would actually come in handy?

  She smiled. "Okay, Genie, I wish...."

  ***

  Misao gasped, as her breasts suddenly exploded outward, filling her robe beyond its limit.

  Within seconds, she found herself staring at a set of melons that would make a stripper green with envy. Her once nearly nonexistent breasts had grown into a massive pair of basketball sized tits. Despite their frankly ridiculous size, they were incredibly firm, bobbing out before her like literal globes, the skin almost painfully taut around her new implants.

  She had never seen a more obviously fake pair of breasts in her life.