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Steven coughed as he opened the box his mom had sent him. After coming by and complaining about how bland and unlived in his apartment seemed, she’d decided to kill two birds with one stone by clearing out the attic and giving Steven whatever she considered salvageable. Grumbling to himself, he slowly sifted through the dusty collection of posters, vinyls, and old knickknacks that filled the box. As he moved aside a poster of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”, he caught a glimpse of dulled brass metal hiding deeper in. Curious, he dug in and pulled out the object, frowning at the stereotypical Aladdin-style lamp in his hands. His maternal grandfather, a self-proclaimed “Orientalist”, had some interesting tastes when he was alive so this had likely been his. And now it had been pawned off to him even though there was no way he was going to display it in his apartment.
Mindlessly, Steven rubbed a layer of dust off the lamp to see the shining brass beneath. As he did, though, the lamp suddenly began to vibrate in his hand. Scrambling back, he tossed the lamp back into the box as billowing purple smoke swirled from its spout. Right before his eyes, a naked purple woman with tall black gazelle horns rising from within her long white hair half-formed within the smoke which remained seemingly tethered to the spout of the lamp.
“Master”, she purred out, “I’ve waited so long to be released! For releasing me, I shall grant you any three wishes you desire.”
Steven sat back against his kitchen island as he stared up at the genie. He’d thought about what he wanted from life, what he’d do differently if he was given the chance. Of course he had. His job was fine, his savings were fine, his life was fine. But it wasn’t good. He’d always wished for something more, something he could barely grasp and rarely let himself think about because if he did he’d realize maybe his life wasn’t fine. But now, now he had a chance. He would just have to be careful, word things just right… His mind drifted, trying to envision his ideal life in a way that could be put into words. His mind fixated on one of the few things that would carry over from his current life to his ideal one– Rebecca Rochefort. Rebecca was his best friend since the beginning of college, and they had been with each other through thick and thin. Sweet, hard working, perfect Rebecca. Steven sometimes felt dirty, being so close to her when he was just– him. But in his ideal world… His eyes widened. Standing up, he raised a finger and dramatically declared his first wish.
“I wish I was the perfect partner for my friend, Rebecca Rochefort!”
“And so it shall be.” The genie smirked as she spoke out with many tongues, voices echoing as the fabric of reality was torn and reformed under her guiding hand. Suddenly, the genie was holding a mirror in front of a very-naked Steven. Usually grossed out by the sight of his nude form, Steven watched with fascination as his body slowly began to shrink. He felt a tingle along his face and saw it become smaller, rounder, with his black stubble vanishing to make way for lush red lips and large, pretty hazel eyes. The tingling ran down from his face to his neck, smoothing away his Adams apple and smoothing his shoulders as it came to rest in his upper chest. Slowly, painfully, he watched as fat emerged from his chest and small, conical breasts grew and reshaped themselves into fully-formed C-cups.
The changes continued downward, smoothing his skin and dissolving hair along the way to his groin. He jumped when a sharp pain hit, as though a massive hand was squeezing his balls until they compacted into nothingness. His penis, meanwhile, shifted and inverted itself into a new, tight pussy as he felt his insides rearranging to accommodate.
Finally, the tingling quickly bounced down to his toes, cutting out any hair in its way, before shooting back up his spine and into his brain.
Steven’s eyes flooded with starbursts as he felt new memories, new feelings invading his mind. He… She was Julia. Julia Rochefort. She had met Rebecca at their college’s GSA and immediately hit it off with her. They’d been friends for years until one night at a party, a very drunk Rebecca had picked her up and pulled her into a clumsy kiss. After a short period of gay awkwardness they slotted together as girlfriends, then fiancées, then wives in quick succession.
Julia looked at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that as she took in her new body and memories. She was a tiny powerhouse, every movement showing off the years of retconned effort she’d put into making her small body as strong as possible. Just about everything, from her head down to her toes, had been changed except her messy short black hair which now gave her a boyish charm.
Before Julia could examine herself further, the mirror and the genie holding it vanished in a thunderclap of noise that seemed to shake the very universe. All around her, the apartment changed as posters, pictures of smiling faces, shelves of books and Lego sets and all kinds of other objects materialized along the walls of the apartment. Her mismatched furniture shifted and morphed into different, higher quality pieces with a burgundy and cream color palette. There, on the empty wall above her couch, unfurled a large lesbian flag. Finally, she smelled her mom’s old lentil stew recipe and whipped around to see a large pot of it simmering on her stove.
Without thinking, Julia walked around the kitchen island and hopped onto a short stepstool that had been set in front of the stove. As her mind processed her new memories, her body worked on autopilot to finish the stew, crisp some bread in the oven, and get it all set out on her newly materialized dining table.
Just as she finished, the sound of the front door opening heralded the arrival of Rebecca, her wife! She dashed out of the kitchen to greet her, beaming as she caught sight of the person she held most dear in both sets of her merging memories. Rebecca, with her brown hair tightly braided with interlacing chains of gold and a business suit tightly tailored to her dark skin, stood taller than Julia. Enough, her new memories told her, that when they cuddled Rebecca would usually rest her chin atop Julia’s head as she fully enveloped her.
Without thinking, Julia lept and wrapped her arms around Rebecca’s shoulders, pulling herself up to press a greeting kiss against her lips. Rebecca supported her from below, groping Julia’s ass and causing her to mewl into her wife’s mouth.
When Julia finally pulled away, her wife gave her a pleased, mischievous grin as she looked down towards Julia’s chest. “Naughty girl, I guess you want to skip straight to dessert, huh?”
Julia was confused until she followed her wife’s eyes down and noticed that, since being transfigured by the genie, she hadn’t bothered to put any clothes on. Her cheeks flushed as she stuttered out a response, “N-no, I just uh, um… felt like it.”
Rebecca’s smile dropped slightly, “Felt like it…?” She trailed off as though expecting Julia to finish the sentence. Julia stared at her, confused, until the smile fully dropped from Rebecca’s face and was replaced with a stern frown. Suddenly, Julia remembered. “I just felt like it, M-mistress!”
Rebecca’s face didn’t shift as she suddenly lifted Julia up and threw her over her shoulder. Instinctively, Julia began flailing in her grasp. “Not greeting me properly and resisting? It looks like you need a remedial lesson in proper respect.”
Julia’s mind reeled as she tried to call upon the jumbled bits of memory that hadn’t already been fully integrated. “N-no—“ a memory hit, telling her to backpedal hard, “—I mean, yes Mistress! I’ve been a very, very naughty girl. Please, um, please teach me how to be your good girl again!”
“Hmph, that’s a start.” Rebecca sat down on the couch and flipped Julia over so her ass rested exposed over Rebecca’s lap. Julia knew she was much stronger than Rebecca, that she could easily escape Rebecca’s grasp, but the memories filtering in told her that she didn’t want to. “Now, what do bad girls who misbehave get?”
“S-spankings, mistress.”
Rebecca lifted the hand that had been groping Julia’s ass and slammed it down hard, the staccato sound of her slap followed immediately by a quiet whimper from her wife. “Say it louder.”
“Spankings, Mistress!”
“Good.” Rebecca purred, rubbing circles into the reddening part of her wife’s ass. Without warning, she once again raised her hand and brought it down with a loud smack. “Bad girls get spankings. And what do spankings do?”
The question unlocked more memories that flooded through Julia’s mind as she answered, “They make me a good girl!”
Smack “Again.”
“They make me a good girl!”
Smack “Again.”
“They make me a good girl!”
Smack “Again!”
“THEY MAKE ME A GOOD GIRL!” Julia screamed out as her wife once again drove her hand down into her sore buttcheek. She resisted the urge to squirm as each smack sent heat running through her core and seemed to dislodge more and more thoughts from her packed mind. She felt her Mistress’s hand, the one that had kept her loosely pinned down, slide down her back until it reached her pussy, where it lightly teased at her entrance as Julia bit her lip.
“You’re going to be such a good girl, aren’t you sweetie?” Her wife husked out, driving Julia to nod and moan out her agreement. Then, Rebecca’s finger withdrew from a whimpering Julia and, a few moments later, came to rest right up against Julia’s other lips. Without resistance, Julia opened her mouth and allowed Rebecca to shove her fingers in, wiggling around her mouth and stimulating her drool production.
“Now, what do good girls do?”
Smack
Julia tried to shape the words around her Mistress’s hand, “‘ey o’ey ‘eir Miss’ess’s ‘omman’s!”
Smack
Drool began to pool and her thoughts slowed to a crawl, “’ey oey eir issississ ommans!”
Smack
The drool began to dribble from her mouth, around the edges of her Mistress’s hand. Her mind was almost bllank, ready for her to… “eyoeyer ississis omman!”
Smack
“Mmph, eyoeyerissississomman!”
Smack
“eyoey—“
Smack
“—erissississ—“
Smack
“—ississississ—“
Smack
“—ommans!”
“Good girl.”
SMACK!
Julia’s eyes fluttered as the heady mix of pleasure and pain swept away the last vestiges of her thoughts. Slowly, the fingers withdrew from her mouth, leaving trails of drool that led to the every-growing puddle where Julia’s head rested slack against the couch. Rebecca began speaking slowly, directly into Julia’s empty mind as she reinforced years worth of built up conditioning in her perfect, submissive wife’s mind.
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Julia opened her eyes, memories flooding back to her as she recalled the past few… hours. Once she’d been blanked, Rebecca had, well, pampered her and been pampered in return. She could still taste Rebecca’s juices on her tongue as she took account of her surroundings. They had, at some point, skipped right past dinner and gone right into bed, groping and clawing and licking at each other through the night. Now, the morning sun peeked through the open window slates and illuminated their utter mess of a bed. Sheets and pillows tangled around, with her nestled into Rebecca in the center.
Before she could wiggle deeper into her wife’s embrace, she spotted purple smoke slipping its way under the crack of their bedroom door. Suddenly, the genie was once again before her and Steven— no, still Julia— fully recalled her previous life. The genie smiled maliciously, waving her fingers at the woman frozen in the bed. “Hello, ‘Master’, what a shame your wish didn’t go as you wanted, isn’t it? If you want to try again, you’ll just have to use another one.”
Julia furrowed her brow, “Huh? No, this is exactly what I wanted.”
The genie’s smile drooped. “You… wanted to be turned into a girl, and a slave to another woman’s whims at that?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
The genie slowly began morphing back into smoke as she receded under the doorway, “Well, um, okay then. Just uh… call me if you need another wish, I guess?”
Once the purple smoke had fully left the room, Julia closed her eyes and wiggled in closer to her wife. Life was good.