Unfortunate Wishers: Three Rich Girls

In one corner of the Multiverse, a trio of haughty trophy wives find a magic lamp while trying to open their new shop...And find themselves becoming part of the display.

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Stacy, Amanda and Heather were ecstatic, they had just discovered an actutmagic lamp with an actual, true genie within it! The three wealthy, attractive women had been cleaning out the storefront to their new beauty salon (and bemoaning the lack of male labor and how degrading it was they had to do themselves) when Stacy had found the lamp buried in a sun-filled cardboard box. After passing it around and making comments about how tacky it looked, Stacy decided to have them all playfully rub it...And the lamp had started spewing purple smoke! All three woman screamed, but before they could run out the door the smoke had coalesced into a large, purple muscular man!

"I am Adiz, Djinn of the lamp of wishes!" He boomed to the three women, his massive arms crossing in front of his rather ripped, naked torso.

"Oh wow! Does that mean we get, like three wishes each since we all rubbed it at the same time!?" Amanda blurted out, getting glares from her two friends.

"Foolish woman! Typical of your kind, you rich, fair skinned foreigners are all the same! No, you don't!" The Djinn sneered as he glared down at the jewelry bedecked blonde who had worn fancy, tacky clothing around her curvy body, "You get ONE wish and no more! Pick who speaks for you all and make your wish so that I may return to my slumber!"

"That's totally not fair!" Heather whined, "Aladdin got three wishes! We should all get three as well!"

The Djinn rolled his glowing eyes and stuck out a single finger towards the spunky, sexy brunette. His fingertip flashed once and the busty woman was reduced to a small potted plant sitting on the floor of the empty store. Amanda and Stacy screamed and backed away, only for the Djinn to turn Amanda into a yellow balloon with the vague imprint of a face on it, and grinned at Stacy as it drifted lazily towards the paneled ceiling. The supermodel of a redhead shook with fear and dreaded whatever the Djinn would do to her. Oh, of all the things she'd never done! All she'd accomplished in life was bei g a gold-digger with her friends!

"It would be wise not to test my patience any further. You have shown me respect in being silent, so I have chosen you as the speaker. As a show of mutual respect, I shall return them to humanity before granting the wish." The wish-granter growled. It would be so easy to simple reduce her to the gnat she was and be done with it, but rules were rules; she had touched the lamp first and was thus the true mistress of the lamp. And he had to get her to make the wish and release him from bondage, so he had to make her trust him. But he could bend things the way he wanted...

"I see within you the desire to remain beautiful, the fear of aging, the loss of your material wealth and possessions..." The Djinn thundered, using ancient magic to peer into the mind of the feeble mortal in front of him, "I can give you the means to become immortal, to retain your beauty, and be surrounded by the finest fashions in the mortal world! Simply ask it of my, o'mistress, and It will be done!"

Stacy stared in terror at the potted plant and the balloon that used to be her best girlfriends. The only way she could save them was to make a wish...And it was true what the Djinn had said. She WAS afraid of losing her good looks to age, being too unattractive to find another rich husband after the current geezer she was dealing with died, and all the comforts she'd become accustomed to. Maybe this was her chance to be immortal! The look perfect and beautiful for the rest of time! And maybe she could beat this monster at his own game!

"Yes! I wish for that! I wish that Amanda, Heather and I were beautiful for the rest of time!"

Granted, o'wise mistress!" The Djinn laughed cruelly. With a snap of his fingers, the plant exploded upwards from its tiny pot, taking the familiar form of Heather's body as branches and leaves turned to bone and skin while the yellow balloon popped as Amanda fell to the floor, her body restored!

"Girls! Don't worry! I made the best wish, and made it for all of us! We're going to be beautiful forever!"

"AND SO YOU SHALL, O'MISTRESS!" The Djinn boomed, and with a clap of his huge hands, there was a flash of electric purple light that shot out and engulfed the three women, their outlines locked stiff as the magic began to work upon their forms, though not in the way that Stacy might have expected it.

All three of them couldn't move. It was an unfortunately familiar sensation to Amanda and Heather, who had just been inanimate a moment ago, but for Stacy it was strange and entirely wrong. Even her eyes were locked forward! But then the cold feeling as her skin began to be replaced with something cold and hard, spreading out from her belly button. Her soft abdomen turned hard and solid as the sensation crept upwards and downwards, her legs becoming the next victims as her breasts ceased to feel pillowy and soft and instead hard and unmoving. Her arms and feet turn cold next, her limbs locking into stange poses before the coldness washed over her face. Her open mouthed yet silent scream ceased to be as her face shifted and changed, taking on a look of utter calm as her unique facial features melted away. Her nose slimming down, her pouting lips shrinking in size, her cheekbones and softening in angle. The next change were her eyelashes as they grew even longer, though they looked far more fake than ever before. The last change to Stacy's body was her hair, with simply felt like it was now sitting on her head versus growing from it. And finally, something long, hard and cold slithered up her backside, locking her frozen form in place as her limbs suddenly felt...distant. Not gone, but as if they were no longer directly control her body.

And then the magic faded, and the empty storefront that was going to be the salon returned to her vision...Along with the changed bodies of Heather and Amanda. Stacy gasped mentally as she stared, unblinking, at two identical mannequins, their only distinguishing features were the clothes they wore and the limp wings of foll-like blonde and black hair that sat on top of their own emotionless faces. The more that Stacy tried to scream for them to move, to say something, to force herself to move or speak she only felt even more disconnected, and it slowly dawned on the former trophy wife that she herself had been turned into a mannequin.

The Djinn floated into view behind the frozen forms of Heather and Amanda.

"O'wise mistress, I relish in your generosity! And so should you relish in mine! You will now be forever beautiful with your fellow mortals! The ravages of time and your pitiful mortal lifespans will no longer have any hold on you! You will be admired by whosoever gazes upon you and the fashions you will all three wear! Enjoy immortality, and farewell!" The Djinn chuckled as his body dissipated into purple smoke as it it trailed back into the lamp.

"NO, THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT! COME BACK! SOMEONE, HELP!" Stacy screamed within the prison of her own mind over and over again. The night passed in confused, terrified silence before dawn poured through the windows of the storefront. And then another night. Another day. All Stacy, Heather and Amanda could do was stare at each other, triplet mannequins save for their hair and allow in their own mental prisons. Time slipped away from them with the changing of the seasons as days turned to weeks, weeks into months. Eventually the shop they’d bought was re-possessed by the bank and what few items (including the girls themselves) were hauled off into storage and eventually sold for cheap. Stacy, Heather and Amanda ended up spending the rest of their days in the windows of multiple fashion stores, wearing fashions both cutting edge and cheap and being ogled by customers while the lamp and the Djinn within it, mysteriously vanished from storage and ended up in the hands of another unfortunate wisher.