My Favorite Jeanee

With supernatural aid from a unique comet passing by the Earth, a television genie is brought to life in front of Paul and Lisa. After disbelief and skepticism, all it takes is a single wish for a chain of magical alterations to kick off, as the two wish against each other with increasingly perverted transformations. But the comet won't stay around forever, and Jeanee's presence is temporary.

Length: 17,300 words

This work of fiction contains adult material and explicit scenes with erotic descriptions. Themes include gender transformations, weird changes, transformations into body parts, mind alterations, a girl with extra parts, silliness and humor, and other perverted fantasies. For mature audiences only. All characters over 18 years old.

Excerpt:

Jeanee bowed her head. "Master, you wished for Master to clean the bathroom, but now he has stopped. Do you wish for that to continue?"

"Absolutely... hold on!" Lisa had a devious thought in her mind, and it took root the more she thought about it, until there was nothing else left. She had to constantly remind herself that magic was now a tool that she could use against Paul, and it was more than just forcing his legs to move against his will, or commanding him to do things he wouldn't have done otherwise. Jeanee could do more than those parlor tricks. Much more. "Oh I do have something else in mind, Jeanee."

"Whatever you wish is my command," the girl said loyally.

"You're going to think I'm absolutely cruel," Lisa laughed at him, "but I'd love to see you outdo this. I wish ... that you are wearing a French maid outfit."

Paul was still without clothes after returning to his human body, and the changes were visible right away. Immediately a spider web of black polyester circled around his body, billowing outwards into a skirt just above the hips. Intricate fibers danced and zoomed along his skin until his midsection and stomach were completely covered. Then, two straps shot out over his shoulders and connected at the back, tightening so that the clothing was perfectly fitted to his masculine frame.

And he could do nothing, not even let out a lowly peep about how he did not approve of where this was going. In a few seconds, the main outfit was complete, and the front was decorated with white lace and a handful of faux buttons in a vertical line down the center of the torso. On the skirt was a white apron that was more for show than for actual practicality, constructed from ruffles of silk. At the same time, Paul felt a pressure on his head as a headpiece of black and white bows clamped over his hair.

"Yes," Lisa breathed, admiring the work of her wish and Jeanee's magic. "Now that is so much better! You look like you're ready to clean up that mess!"

But the magic was not complete, and Paul felt a tickle on his legs as black strings zigged and zagged left and right, interlocking until he was standing in fishnet stockings. Finally, his feet rose to their tippy toes as two black heels materialized underneath him, making Paul a few inches taller. He wobbled with unsteady balance.

"Wow!" Lisa clapped, hugging the genie. "You're the bestest thing that has ever happened! Look at him!"