Your Wish... Genie/Djinn MTF TF TG

Moral of the story: Be careful what you wish for.

It’s said that a genie can grant you any wish you desire. But it’s also common knowledge that genies barely ever grant your wish the way you want it to.

So Adam would learn. The hard way.

Whilst perusing wares an antique shop one day, he came across the clichéd oil lamp that claimed to contain a genie in fairy tales. Even the clerk had claimed the same.

“Don’t rub it until you buy it,” he’d joked. It was a nice lamp. At the very least, it could serve its purpose as a decorative piece in his home.

Adam made the purchase, and took the lamp home with him.

He had a wish in mind he wanted to try – and once he got home, he wasted no time. He grabbed a shirt he’d neglected to put in the hamper, and began rubbing the lamp like there was no tomorrow.

Of course nothing happened – or… wait.

The lamp started to glow, becoming increasingly hot to the touch to the point where Adam could no longer hold it. Grunting in pain, he dropped the lamp, sending it to the ground with a loud thud.

Then, out came smoke, which quickly took shape of a man, a trail of smoke leading back to the lamp’s opening from his torso.

He was broad-shouldered, with strong pecs and a sixpack. His teal skin seemed to shimmer with sweat as he wiped his dark, thick brow. The genie scratched his beard as he examined his new master, his blue eyes glittering mischievously.

“Hello there, Master,” he spoke. “Thank you for freeing me.” As he moved, the golden cuffs around his wrists jangled.

“…Hi,” Adam mumbled, not being able to take his eyes off of the genie’s pecs. “I…”

“Your name is Adam, and you have a wish,” the genie chuckled. “Come on, now. Spit it out.”

Adam raised his eyebrows, making eye contact with the genie. “I… uh, I do,” he said. “How many?”

“Three,” the genie raised three fingers, rolling his eyes as he did. “Did you even watch Aladdin?”

Adam frowned. It was that he was hot as shit, otherwise his attitude would have landed this genie right back into his bottle. The personality suited his looks, though, and Adam decided to entertain him.

“Alright…” he said. “Here’s the deal. I’ll tell you my wishes in one go…” He had one hand placed on his hip cockily; the other was counting along, sticking up the appropriate number of fingers as Adam listed off his wishes.

“One: I want a boyfriend.

“Two: It’ll be you.

“Three: You’ll no longer be a genie, just a… really hot guy. My hot guy.”

Adam knew that playing with genies was a tricky game, but Aladdin’s genie was a genuine sweetheart, and he figured that he would be similar in personality once they got to know each other.

Wrong. This genie was more akin to a djinn than Robin Williams.

“Very well,” the genie grinned, bowing before his master. “Your wish is my command… just know… I cannot reverse any wishes once granted.”

“You won’t have to,” Adam said. “I’m sure we’ll last a long time before I get tired of you…”

The genie grinned and snapped his fingers – granting all three of Adam’s wishes at once.

The trail of smoke around the genie’s torso left the lamp’s opening, and his skin began turning tan. The cloud of smoke gathered at around six feet below his now floating torso, beginning to form two strong, hairy legs with thick thighs that Adam could only dream about getting smothered by.

He was wearing nothing but tight boxershorts, which left… very little to the imagination. The genie squeezed his new assets, seemingly pleased with the result of the wish.

The cuffs around his wrists disappeared, and he twirled to show off his new physique to his new…

…girlfriend.

Adam was about to find out first-hand how seriously the phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’ should be taken.

“You’re so… hot…” Adam moaned, noticing his voice was a little higher than usual. He looked down at himself, frowning in confusion, when he noticed something glittering around his wrists.

The genie’s cuffs.

“W-what?” Adam squealed, his voice another few octaves higher. The lamp began to glow, and Adam rose up into the air, feeling his legs vanish as they turned to smoke, now attached to the lamp. His shirt vanished along with his pants and legs, and his skin turned bright purple.

“Hey!” he shouted at the genie. “What’d you do?”

The genie shrugged. “Some things may be like Aladdin,” he said, “but not all.

“In my case, you can’t simply wish me free. Doing so, you agree to have yourself trapped inside the lamp in my stead…

“And I become your master.”

Adam narrowed his eyes at the genie. “But we’re still… boyfriends, right?” he said with a smirk.

“I’m your boyfriend, yes,” the genie replied. “My name is… Dean.”

“Alright, Dean,” Adam whispered – he didn’t like the fact that his voice had gotten so high. “What’s your wish?”

Dean smirked. He was going to have fun with this.

“My first wish…” he announced, “…is to continue your transformation.”

Adam frowned, but he had no choice – he granted Dean’s wish, as if on autopilot, without even knowing what he meant.

Adam was too new to being a genie to know how to let things play out in his favour.

His clothes were already gone, and his skin was already purple. There was nothing much less for Adam to do, than to give himself the body Dean desired most in the world. He would make himself irresistible.

Little did Adam know, that he was playing right into Dean’s hands.

Adam snapped his fingers, expecting his muscles to grow, his shoulders to broaden, and all stomach fat to vanish from his abs.

Whilst Adam did get the abs he wanted, he gained fat in other places. A lot more than he’d bargained for.

He looked down at his body expectantly, giddy with excitement as he felt his chest begin to grow. But he quickly noticed that it wasn’t the muscle that was expanding.

His chest began to swell as his nipples hardened, growing forward at first, until they were large enough for gravity to get a grip on them. A, B, C, D… the entire alphabet seemed to show up as his chest continued to grow.

“T-this is getting ridiculous,” Adam panted, his voice now fully feminized. “D-dean… they’re so big…”

“Just imagine how much bigger they’ll get when you get pregnant,” Dean chuckled.

How was this even hot? He could feel the bottom of his new assets touch his belly button by the time they’d finally stopped growing. This was embarrassing.

Adam had been so upset about the size of his tits, that he hadn’t noticed how his face had changed. His skin had turned soft and supple, seeming to make him younger as the angle of his jaw became rounder, his cheeks plump, and his lips soft and kissable. His adam’s apple retreated to a point where it became invisible, and his vocal cords transformed to cover a fully feminine range – but he’d already been made aware of that.

His black hair had grown out, thick and curly, reaching past… where his ass should be.

Right now, there was nothing there – but Dean had plans to change that. He would make this genie a full woman.

“Are you happy now?” Adam asked, trying to find a new way to cross his arms over his chest, but his arms just ended up awkwardly laying on top of his sweaty, purple boobs, sort of crossed over each other.

Dean reached out to squeeze one of Adam’s dark purple nipples. Adam squealed as Dean’s fingers closed around it. “Almost,” he chuckled.

“I may have lied about the ‘you can’t free a genie’ part…”

Adam slapped Dean’s hand away before he could grope him any further. “Are you kidding me?” he shouted. “Why?”

Dean shrugged. “Because I knew…” he said. “I knew you were a horny little bastard from the moment I laid eyes on you… but I want a girl I can fuck sideways, not a twink.”

Adam turned red in the face. “Twink?” he said. “No, tits the size of car tires. That’s hot.”

“It is to me,” Dean said. “And since I’m still your master…

“It’s time for wish number two.”

“Anything you want.”

“You will become obsessed with me… right now.”

Adam had no choice – he had to snap his fingers. As soon as he did, his embarrassment, his anger, and his sadness disappeared – his green eyes lit up at the sight of Dean, this time without reservation and with complete devotion.

“M-master…” he squeaked. “What… what is your final wish…?”

Adam couldn’t be any happier with the final wish. It was the one thing he’d been hoping for since the very moment he snapped his fingers to grant the second wish – so, for about a minute.

In fact, in some twisted way, it was what he’d wished for when he made his first wish. But… not the way he’d envisioned it.

“For my final wish, you’ll become a fully human woman, free from the lamp,” Dean said. “Womb… pussy… the whole nine yards.”

Adam did as he was told, and with a snap of his fingers, the cuffs around his wrists vanished. The smoke around his torso gathered at only five feet below him as he was freed from the lamp – forming broad hips, and thick, tan thighs as his torso began to match the new shade of skin tone. Her hair now properly touched her butt, which was large and round, just like Dean desired. He’d turned Adam into his vision of the perfect woman.

Amy.

He walked forward, and she practically fell into his arms, her eyes begging him to kiss her. He gently placed a thumb on her chin.

“See,” he said, “I told you… I’d grant you your wish.

“But that didn’t mean there wasn’t going to be anything for me in it.”

Adam – Amy – got some version of her wish; a boyfriend. And Dean, the former genie, got one of his own. Both parties were satisfied with this new arrangement, and their lives would be forever intertwined.

Genie magic never expires, after all – meaning Amy would never have eyes for anyone but Dean. Ever again.