Story Notes: Male to Female Transformation (MtF). Mind Control (MC). Erotic. Dark Fantasy. Mind control deals with feelings/ emotions/ memories not in line with the original character. Erotic as there are erotic acts and sex in the story (as is standard for my writing). Dark Fantasy as this isn't a fairy tale and has horror-like elements to how the story is told.
Synopsis: Ryan has studied ancient Persian lore and has found a way to make a genie. He has someone in mind to be the new genie, but will the lore work out as he expected?
Author Notes: A 3 part story a little on the darker side. I've been playing around with the premise in my head for some years though typically less dark. This ultimately did the trick.
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Author's Chapter Notes: Part 2 of 3
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Ryan took the lamp to his bedroom. As he carried the fully loaded lamp he noticed an etching on the side that hadn’t been on the lamp before. He had studied his prized object endlessly in the week leading up to the conjuring of his new genie and it had not been there before. The emblem matched the one that had been etched onto Craig’s forehead. The mark was cut into the copper right above the spout of the lamp with chains running down the metal neck toward its opening.
A mystery he wasn’t expecting. Maybe it just meant there was a djinn present in the artifact? While he had picked up descriptions of the Djinn Lamps from the lore, none of his readings had mentioned the symbol nor the chains on the lamp itself.
The new master of the djinn sat his prized object on his night stand as he laid down to relax. He wasn’t actually in any danger of someone getting the lamp and using the djinn for their own desires. Craig was bound to him. It would take a new ritual to pass the ownership over to someone else. Given how obscure the lore was it was unlikely a thief would find it. It was more of a risk of never being able to find it again. As such he would keep it well guarded.
He rubbed his finger over the special symbol related to his djinn, “You belong to me,” he whispered to the relic, feeling his longing for the magic tickle through him. It was his dream. His path to magic and digging more into Alarnan lore. After his thumb pressed against the symbol the etched chains glowed an azure blue like it had when the lamp had done a week before during the binding.
The djinn symbol itself saw a small fraction of its center glowing in a violet that matched Craig’s eyes. It was pretty. But as his eyes trailed down the spout where the chain was etched he found an inch or so wasn’t glowing. He could see the chain but the glow didn’t reach all the way down its full extent. What did that mean?
Ryan turned on the television and pulled up the genie show and watched with amusement and a little envy. If only his genie was as good as the one in the fiction. She could actually do stuff, even though comedically the main character didn’t want it. She was also rather pretty. She was eager to please, unlike the fucker he had in his lamp. He sighed in annoyance, though he knew his find was a great fortune… If only he could figure out how to utilize it correctly.
Somewhere deep in his mind he had wished for the type of companionship he saw in the show. It was what he had in mind when he had embarked on the quest. It was what he originally thought having a genie would be like. Yet he had allowed himself to feel guilty about doing it to another person who had never wronged him. How would one have a good relationship with someone they bound as a djinn? It would have had to be a mutual relationship.
His balls twitched as he thought of a woman bound to him. It had been a few years since he had been romantically involved. Fuck, part of him deep down had hoped Theresa would have come over. Maybe he could wish for a one night stand? No, that was fucking wrong! He could have used it to get an opportunity to talk to her, maybe see if it went somewhere. His ancient lore obsession had cut in on his potential dating prospects in the last few years. He had told himself he needed a break, but he knew deep down he had been using it as an excuse.
Ryan’s attention was drawn back to the djinn symbol and his mouth twitched as he stared at it. The brunette pressed his thumb to the symbol causing the spark of violet to fill only the center of the symbol and the blue light coursed down the spout. His eyes followed it for the length and he stared at it until the light dissipated. The glow on the chains had moved up a fraction of an inch. His mind immediately jumped to an alarming prospect. It was a timer…
“Shit…” He breathed laying back onto his bed. It was worse than he thought. He was following stories and had pieced together the rituals and means of how the djinn lamp would work. But he was finding there was a lot that wasn’t recorded in such stories. It wasn’t like he had access to an Alarnan djinn creating manual.
What was the violet glow? The power level of his djinn? She was pretty damn weak. Maybe her power would grow once the chain ran out? He shook his head… No. It didn’t seem positive in nature. If the chain was growing in size instead of shrinking, maybe. Given the length and the relative loss since the Djinn had been summoned, he had maybe ten hours to figure out what it meant.
He thought of calling out his djinn and wishing for an answer. The djinn magic had to know something. But he had already tapped out Craig with his testing. He would have a few hours to figure it out in the morning.
In frustration with little more than knowing he had some amount of hours left, he locked the lamp in his safe. Doing his best to bury the new problem in his mind. The brunette shook his head and turned off the light next to his bed. He put the mounting concerns aside and went to sleep. A full night’s rest and he would tackle the problem in the morning.
Ryan woke up the next morning, got himself cleaned up giving the bound man some extra time to rest before he put him through his paces. After a night’s rest, he felt a determination in him that he would do what was necessary. It was his one chance to unlock the ancient magic of Alarna. Years of his life had worked to that moment. He could not falter.
He pulled the lamp out of the safe and checked the djinn symbol. His heart sank as the azure glow was nearly two thirds the way up the chains. The violet spark in the symbol had not changed. It wasn’t tied to her magical resources.
The new djinn master had three hours to figure out what the chain meant and to do whatever it wanted. He rubbed the side of the lamp, summoning his djinn from his lamp. Craig’s eyes were groggy as he landed on his feet from the crimson red smoke. His eyes spewed malice towards Ryan as he stared at him, he was pissed at him as usual. Though he could hardly blame that time under the circumstances.
“I was fucking sleeping, Master.” He wobbled on his feet with a grumpy glare, his hair was even more disheveled than usual. He even managed to say ‘Master’ in a way that was infuriating. How the fuck did the guy manage to ruin just about everything he was associated with?
“You had more than eight hours to sleep,” Ryan retorted, keeping his temper in check. He was going to try and be nice to bolster their relationship. He knew it was a long shot, but he had to try something. He figured the longer rest and break would make the other man less hostile.
“I had my nightly wank,” Craig reached down grabbing his crotch and grunted like a pig getting it on. “Took longer without any porn,” he gave a toothy grin.
“I didn’t need to know that,” Ryan said, shaking his head. “Given everything that has happened to you, you’re finding time to masturbate?” He had somewhat felt bad for the guy in how traumatizing the experience of being made a djinn must have been. Yet he was constantly surprised at the depths of his repulsive behavior. He was bound and held against his will and yet was still up for self pleasuring the very same day?
“I’m a manly machine,” he replied, puffing his chest out. “I’ve got to keep my sperm count and stamina high for my lady friends.”
“You don’t have any lady friends, much less ones that would willingly share a bed with you,” he shot back. He winced. Ryan couldn’t keep his temper in check around the bastard.
Instead of responding the overweight man just thrust his hips and made a mocking high tonal woman’s voice moaning. Ryan could only stare at the crude act with incredulity. He had a problem he needed to resolve and talking with Craig was killing his brain cells.
“Djinn,” He said in his commanding voice as he began to invoke his wish. “I wish for you to tell me the meaning behind these symbols on your lamp.”
He halted mid hip thrust to look at the lamp in confusion, before his hands slapped together surging with his power of magic. “Master, it’s an indication of how much we have bonded versus how much you need for the arrangement to be made permanent. When the chain runs out of magic the Djinn bound will be expelled and the lamp will require one hundred years to recharge.”
Ryan looked at the fat ugly man in complete horror as he spread a toothy smile at the revelation. “Bonded?” The new master asked, feeling a spike of fear. “How much more bonded do we need to be?”
“Seems as if we needed to be close,” Craig fish lipped and kissed in his direction. “Almost akin to lovers.” He laughed. “I fucking hate you, Master. You fucked this up, bad!”
His face burned red from embarrassment as well as frustration. How the fuck was he to develop such a relationship with Craig? Or anyone for that matter? Weren’t some of the Djinn in the stories former enemies? How they hell were they that close to their new masters? They would have been mad. They should have hated them!
“Go make breakfast while I figure out.. Something.” The light brown haired man said feeling an intense agitation at the hopelessness of his situation. All his dreams were cupped within his hands and he was suddenly going to lose it over a provision he hadn’t even been aware of!
“At once,” Craig responded in an exaggerated fashion of mockery. “Master.” Ryan shuddered, getting a laugh out of the djinn. How could he ever get Craig to like him or even be neutral if he himself had nothing but disdain for the piece of shit? It seemed impossible! Craig hated him and he hated the fat creep.
The other man was thankfully away for a time giving him time to think. The new master wasn’t sure what else he could try. It was too much of an effort to create things of value, move things, and put compulsions on other people besides the djinn. He hadn’t yet wished for any alterations to himself. Though the thought was disconcerting. He also didn’t fully trust Craig as he would manage to fuck it up in some fashion. But he was running out of time!
When the eggs and toast arrived, the eggs were way over cooked and he could see egg shells in them. The toast was burned. “I order out,” Craig explained with his staple toothy smile. “A good final meal, before I fucking destroy you, Master”. There were droplets of sweat on his brow and the out of shape man was breathing hard. All he did was stand in the kitchen and cook! How the fuck was that taxing?
Ryan put his elbows on the table and dropped his face into his hands. Maybe it’s what he deserved? Trapping another person as a djinn was immoral. Every aspect of his dream of seeing that realized was tainted and ruined. If it wasn’t bad enough he had to see the fat fucker in his home. But his djinn couldn’t do anything right! And he was running out of time!
He looked at the grotesque sight of his djinn and sighed. “I wish you didn’t look like such a trashy person.” He hadn’t actually meant to make it a wish, but the words had slipped out anyways.
Craig looked outraged. His whole body shook as he fought against granting the wish. “Master… Counteract the wish…” He looked as uncertain about the outcome as Ryan had felt about the modifications to himself. The master of the djinn hadn’t really explored the possibility of changing Craig. Given the genie’s powers seemed to be more potent on himself, it could lead to some useful alterations?
Ryan thought about it for a moment and found himself curious. He just shook his head and watched. The other man’s face turned beat red before his hands came together and the magic flared in his eyes.
Craig’s hair rolled up in waves and was trimmed without any clippings dropping to the floor. He looked clean and more healthy as if he had been using conditioner and shampoo regularly. The hair was blended looking respectable while his facial hair over growth vanished, leaving Craig with a smooth chin and neck. It surprised him that he couldn’t even remember Craig having a cleanly shaven face. It was always half ass as was all the work he did.
“Fuck…” The djinn yelled out as his gut began to quiver and roll in waves. He groaned as the flesh seemed to suck in until the bulging belly was gone. His man breasts pulled up into well defined pecs. The ugly chest hair and stomach hair trimmed down into manageable patches instead of the wild growth it had been before.
The djinn’s magic seemed to have concluded and the man standing before Ryan was actually fairly presentable. He wasn’t well built or super athletic, but he wasn’t an ugly mess either. No six pack on his stomach, but no bulging gut either. He looked like he was eating good food and taking care of himself on a daily basis.
“Don’t fucking change me like that!” Craig fumed, his teeth even seeming more white and less revolting. “That felt fucking weird as hell, Master. It was like a tight compression and tingling all at once.”
Ryan nodded, feeling an inkling of a plan forming in his mind. “Was that a lot of effort?” While his eyes were still shifty and he still acted like himself, the reduction in the grotesqueness of his appearance went a long way to interacting with him. He felt his revulsion level drop which made it easier to be nice to the man. Was he so shallow that he felt such a bias on the man’s appearance? Though a person who refused to take care of himself did reflect upon that person.
The djinn shook his head, “No, just as easy as the previous stuff I did on myself.” The brunette smiled as his inhibition to do anything to Craig was slowly eroding away. If he didn’t make Craig his djinn he was unlikely to ever have another opportunity. He had felt guilty about binding him, but was seeing a possible path to unlocking the djinn’s full powers.
“What are you staring at, you freak?” The dirty blond man appeared uneasy, which made Ryan even more excited about the prospect.
“I think I have found a way to make this all work out,” Ryan said, ignoring the insult. “How uncomfortable were those changes exactly?
Craig was touching his abdomen with curiosity as he answered, “My stomach and chest were under some pretty intense pressure, I could hardly breath for a few moments.”
“But no pain?” He queried further.
The fitter man puffed out his chest looking a little more impressive with his body being in better shape, “Not really. I’m not some bitch like you, Master.”
“Good,” he said, ignoring the insult thrown at him. Ryan could use wishes to change Craig. To make him better? It couldn’t be that easy could it? He needed to work on that bond, what better way than wishing for changes that led to that? They needed to be akin to lovers? “Djinn, I wish that you liked me.”
Craigs eyebrows furrowed, “No,” he responded flatly. The bound man looked very pleased he was able to say that. “Master.”
Ryan frowned. “Why not?”
“My djinn magic is embedded into my mind,” he answered with a shrug from his thick shoulders. “My mind cannot be directly altered. So you’re going to have to deal with me as I am, fucker.”
“But I already have compelled you to act under certain parameters,” Ryan pushed back in annoyance.
“That you have, Master,” Craig responded, not hiding his disgust at all. “Forcing me to behave in certain ways doesn’t change my mind. I still think and feel as I normally do, I just have to do what you dictated. Such as answering these stupid fucking questions!”
Ryan took a deep breath. Well that made it difficult. He needed to find some way to make Craig like him. He had one option that tickled his mind, but wasn’t ready to use it just yet. “Look, it doesn’t have to be this way. Think of the great wonders we could accomplish. We don’t have to live the boring mundane lives in a corporate structure. We will have magic!”
Craig leaned in towards him, his new violet eyes brimming with pure spite. “I hate you with the rawest form of my being,” the djinn hissed. “Even if I didn’t, why the fuck would I want to make myself more useful to you, Master? Why would I want to be a bound slave for the rest of my life?”
Ryan nodded, he made a good point. He wanted to be free, so there was no reason he would willingly go along with him. “Once we unlock your djinn power I can use wishes to build up a good life for you as well. Riches and luxuries…” He needed something to offer that would entice him. “And women.”
“Tempting,” the man said, crossing his arms over his chest. “But I still hate your guts. I don’t respect you at all. And I don’t trust you. Just release me, freak.” He looked over at the copper artifact that had bound him and smiled. “Or just wait out the last hour.”
It was real rich hearing Craig call anyone else a freak. The new master had hit an impasse. Ryan hadn’t thought reasoning with him would work, but he had to try. He could at least justify to himself that he had exhausted alternatives to what he saw as his best bet to keep his djinn. He could admit defeat as the asshole kept pressing. Or cross a line he had originally never intended to do in his quest for Alarnan magic.
Ryan looked over the pleasant appearing djinn he had modified with his last wish and nodded. If he was going to cross that line he might as well take it all the way. The brunette man wasn’t certain it would work, but he wasn’t about to give up. It would test everything he had learned and even if he failed… He would enjoy it. Craig… not so much.
“Djinn,” he said in a louder than usual voice as the extent of what he was going to do agitated him. “I wish for you to become a young beautiful woman in her sexual prime.” He said the words feeling them as momentous as when he had uttered the ritual to bind Craig as a djinn. He was crossing the Rubicon leaving his misgivings and ethical considerations cast off behind him. He would see his dream to the end!
Craig looked confused for a moment, before his eyes widened in horror. “You… You fuck!” The dirty blond man wrestled with his body more so than at any point since becoming a djinn. “I… will… not…” His body convulsed before his violet eyes looked at Ryan in horror as a man faced with the inevitable end. “Your wish… Is my command, Master.” His hands slapped together powerfully where his fingers interlocked. His eyes blazed purple.
“Oh fuck… fuck… fuck!” The dirty blond man nearly screamed as his recently refined hair grew out longer. It shot past his shoulders in long silky strands. His face began mushing together as he groaned, it looked like putty as his jaw line, eye sockets, and nose took unnatural positionings before being smoothed out.
Almost immediately Ryan was staring at a feminized face of Craig. His nose was smaller, lips were more pronounced, tear drop eyes, small delicate chin, ears that tucked back against his head while shrinking down a minor amount, and his very head seemed to reduce in size.
“Ouch!” He hissed, but in a higher pitched voice that held feminine qualities. His neck was thinning and his Adam’s apple shrunk and disappeared. He reached up to grasp his ears which had a pair of earrings hanging from them with the same intercrossing lines in a square as the djinn’s forehead. A light violet lipstick colored his new lips and his softer cheeks were clear of blemishes and glowed a rosy color.
“Undo…” His voice had changed into a new register and was no longer that of a man. “The… wish… I’ll do anything! Gahhhh. I’m sorry! I’ll be… Your… Friend!”
The dirty blond grabbed at his chest as it swelled outward, though unlike the sagging small sacks of fat that had been on his pecs before. The new gelatin was shapely and well formed protrusions that pushed directly out causing his violet vest to part around them. His nipples stretched and expanded along with his pecs into long pink protrusions several sizes bigger than what they were before.
“Boobs?” The womanly voice screeched looking down. “I’m a man! Not a fucking bitch!” The feminine face and eyes looked down at the changing body with disgust and horror.
The odd djinn attire vanished into red crimson mist leaving Craig standing in the nude. A disturbing sight of a clearly female upper half and a bottom half in the process of shifting towards a woman. The waist sucked inward causing a girly gasp to expel from his throat. His midsection was drawn in narrow contrasting the hips which cracked out causing the feminized man to groan in pain. The djinn had gained a perfect hourglass figure.
Just like the breasts above, his ass was billowing out into an impressive fleshy expanse. The hair on his body was wiped away leaving a smooth unblemished milky white skin. His legs softened and thickened and his torso compressed down, lowering his height. His arms and legs narrowed into delicate appendages before his thighs inflated to match the rear they were attached to.
“My stomach!” His high pretty voice called out in distress. “It’s burning and churning!” He quickly grabbed down at his crotch as his balls twitched and tugged against him. The womanly face of Craig looked up in horror, “Make it stop! Don’t let it take my balls!” Her lips went into a tight line and her eyes bulged as the ball sack pulled up from her delicate hand and vanished inside of her.
Ryan half wanted to laugh and half wanted to fall back into his recliner in exhilaration of seeing real fucking magic at work. Craig had become a certifiable woman. “No!” She screeched, her hand pressing and rubbing hard at the area her balls had vanished into. Her dick bounced above it, shrinking and turning pink. “Why is it changing color? Where did my pee hole go?” She yelled angrily while looking down at it past her breasts. It slipped out of her fingers sucking down inside of her just as her balls had done moments before.
Craig had become dickless and she deserved every second of the humiliation. She looked up with rage flashing like lightning across her face, “It’s making my dick into a fucking clit! My balls are gone and I have a pussy! It’s shrinking into my pussy! It’s becoming so small! You’re making my dick into a pathetic little clit!”
Her physical changes were coming to an end and Ryan was aroused by the girl standing before him. Based on her soft innocent looking features he guessed she was in her early twenties. She was a good five or more inches shorter than him, long blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She had amazing child bearing hips and a bubble butt ass that jiggled as she spun around to look at her new body. Her legs were long and smooth and her body had minimal muscular details to spot.
A violet cloth wrapped around her top, though it wasn’t a vest. It was as small as a bra that only seemed to cover her chest, but didn’t really provide support. Her flat stomach remained revealed with a violet studded jewel above her belly button. Violet panties pulled up to cover her new sex. “I’m wearing fucking panties!” She whined grasping at the thin delicate cloth as it nestled into her curves. A short white skirt settled over her hips barely hiding her new panties. It had two blue lines coming down the sides just as her djinn pants had.
“You fucking undo this, Master!” She cried out in a shrill voice. “I hate you! I hate you! I’ll never give you what you want!”
She was as beautiful as he had hoped his djinn would be in service to him. Her behavior was toxic and out of line. But baby steps, he would find a way to get her there. “You’re so pretty.” He commented knowing it would enrage her further, but he didn’t care. She crossed her arms angrily over her chest, but found her new cleavage was the way. She settled for below her breasts as she blushed.
“Don’t say that to me,” she fumed. “I’m… I’m… So mad!” Her narrow arms actually were shaking. While the new woman was indeed mad, he could tell that there were other emotions at play within her.
“Well you need a new name,” he said, tapping his chin in thought. There were many girl names he could use. But he thought of a princess from Persian lore that Alarna was supposedly named after.
“You can’t change my name!” She spit out what he thought was intended to be vicious, though the new woman wasn’t really skilled at using her new body in ways to impress her emotions. It came off as cute and childish. She even recognized it and made a squeak of frustration clamping her mouth shut.
“That’s true,” he nodded. “I can’t change your mind about what you think about your name. But I’m ordering you to go by Alara from now on. You will not respond to Craig, only Alara. Is that understood?”
She looked aghast as her thin dirty blonde eyebrows furrowed. “What? Yes, Master.” She clenched her mouth shut as her face colored.
“What’s your name?” He asked with a smile.
Her violet lips pressed together as the girl tried to refuse. “Alara, Master.”
“Craig?” He queried. She stood still, quiet and fuming but made zero response to the name. “Alara?”
“Yes, Master?” She responded, her face burning a pretty red from her humiliation. “Fuck you!” Her eyes watered. “This isn’t fair! I am a man, damn you!”
“Your identity is what I say it is,” Ryan pressed. “Who and what are you?”
She puckered her lips as her eyes bulged. “I am Alara, Master’s Djinn. A beautiful young woman in her sexual prime.” She made a number of frustrated squeaks and stomped her feet, but her arms remained clenched around her upper abdomen below her impressively perky cleavage. She began walking awkwardly with her arms finally pulling away from her stomach as she was attempting to find her balance.
“I hate you more than ever, Master.” She nearly spit as she stalked around the room like an angry cat. She clearly was having trouble with her new body as she wobbled like a baby deer trying its legs out for the first time. “This changes nothing! You won’t get what you want from me! You will fail and I will see you rot in prison for what you have done!”
“Why do you think I made you a woman?” He asked, taking a moment to appreciate her form and beauty.
She halted in her tracks, looking up at him with wide eyes as her face paled. “You’re… You’re going to fuck me!”
While his testicles tingled just looking at the gorgeous specimen of a woman, he hadn’t actually thought about that action. Yet, it was what he intended to do with her, wasn’t it? Their bond had to be on the level of lovers is what she had told him. But it was a whole lot more than just sex. Yet at the same time he felt unsettled. Alara was a man or had been a man. Specifically the fucking creep he hated. Could he have sex with such an individual? Could he force himself on her? He didn’t think he would need to.
She looked at him with disgust, clearly her transformation hadn’t changed her sexual preference. “Women’s brains are wired differently than men's. Emotions are more intertwined into their every thought and action unlike the compartmentalized aspects of men where emotions occasionally bleed through and overwhelm us.”
“Yeah,” she said in frustration. “Women are weak emotional creatures.”
He held up his finger and wagged it at her while shaking his head. “Not weak, different. Women have life times of dealing with this type of existence. They have found ways to train their minds.” He licked his lips while he stared at her more closely. “You have not.”
“Fuck you,” Alara hissed holding her chin up defiantly at him as she began pacing again, her legs bowed out awkwardly as she tried to find a way to walk that made sense for her. “I am not weaker than a fucking woman!” Her breasts bounced in a glorious way without a firm support from a bra. Her bubble butt jiggled joyfully behind her causing her short skirt to flutter in her wake. It didn’t take her long before she started using one arm to keep her tits from moving around on her chest. “These things are fucking huge!”
Ryan rolled his eyes. Alara wasn’t grasping what he was telling her. Men also had aspects of aggression that they had to train and control throughout their lives that women wouldn’t understand either. It wasn’t about weakness, but about emotional maturity. She was about to learn why that lack of coping mechanism for her would prove to be his means of breaking her angst against him.
He would overwhelm her current notions and feelings, wear her down. It was wild and it seemed near impossible. Yet he was set to do it. “Alara, stand at attention and be quiet for your Master.”
The blonde woman spun to face him. Her back straightened and her hands dropped to her flat stomach where she clasped her fingers together in a submissive yet ready pose. Her eyes looked agitated as she stared at him.
He walked to her, coming within physical contact for the first time since he had transformed her. His hand brushed her cheek gently as her eyes flicked back and forth from where his hand was to his face.
“We’ve had our differences,” he said in a soft voice as he looked down upon her. Her breasts were even more impressive from his new angle, he had to guess they were D-Cup in size yet were perky enough to not require a bra to stay pushed out. “To put it lightly, we’ve hated each other for years.” His hand traced down her narrow shoulder, substantially different from the thick gorilla shoulders she had as a man.
“I want you to understand that I will be invoking wishes to break down your resistance, your arrogance, your hostility, and all the aspects of you that stand in the way of my goals.” Her face darkened as she looked up at his light brown eyes in defiance. A wrathful woman. “I have but a few hours to make it happen. Maybe you can resist it and return to that trash person you were before. But I’m not going to go easy on you. But you at least have a chance to resist me. I give you permission to speak and move freely again.”
The gorgeous blonde woman stumbled back from him in several steps before tripping and falling down onto her butt on his black and white checkered carpet. “Ouch!” She rubbed her behind as pain flashed across her face. He could see the violet panties hugging her expansive ass and the flatness of her crotch.
She pushed up, “You can’t change me! There is no way you can make me like you. You’re just as much a loser at this as you are at the company.”
The challenge was between them. Not only the need to realize his dream but an urge to prove himself. “We have always been adversaries at work,” he shrugged. “If I can’t manage to overcome you, then I don’t deserve the djinn’s powers. It was all too easy to get your dumb ass bound to the lamp.”
“You don’t deserve shit, Master.” She replied, regaining some of her composure and anger. “What could you even do to me to make me like you? Torture?”
“Whatever wishes I can think of,” he said with a smirk at her combative attitude. It infuriated him when he was at work, but it came off as playful from the sexy minx strolling through his living room.
“Do your worst,” she stopped walking, tipping her chin up defiantly. “There is no way I could ever like a beta perverted bastard like yourself.”
It was an interesting challenge. But he had the power of wishes at his disposal, which seemed extra potent when applied to her. Yet he couldn’t make a wish that changed her actual mind. But her body was free game for him. He could also wish in a way that controlled her actions.
“I wish for you to forget all interactions you have had with me,” he commanded. He might not be able to change her mind about stances, but maybe he could deny her the memories in which to validate those stances.
“Fuck off,” she responded with a vicious smile. Her confidence grew that his attempts would fail.
He nodded. It made sense, memories were a core aspect of what made up a person. The djinn magic was tied to her conscious mind, which the lore had often associated the magic with dreams. Dreams weren’t random, they were abstractions of that person's memories and thought processes. So the magic couldn’t directly undermine its own origin.
He needed an edge. If he couldn’t get her to forget things, perhaps he could get some insight? Command her to offer up things about herself? If he could read her mind, that would be nice. Though the sick thoughts might not be worth it. Yet his goal was to unravel her and break her down.
Mind reading seemed like an elaborate wish to grant. It also involved Ryan himself being altered which he wasn’t keen on just yet. Her powers were so weak he doubted she could grant him anything like that. But they seemed potent when directed at herself. Perhaps he could phrase the wish around her instead of him?
He thought through a wish that seemed convoluted but might actually work. “Alara, I wish that your thoughts and feelings can be broadcast into my mind in a harmless way that I can interpret while I focus on it.”
Her mouth opened part way in confusion, “How would that even work?” But her body began to twitch and he smiled as she performed the wish with a clap of her hands and her eyes flared violet. She staggered bringing her hand up to her bosom as she panted.
“You just wasted a chunk of my power with that wish, Master.” She taunted. She laughed in a chuckle like she was used to doing, but it was mostly comical in her higher octave voice. “Just like the ten bucks, I doubt it will work out as you thought.”
He licked his lips, feeling a prickle of anxiety that she was probably right. Maybe he shouldn’t be so flagrant in how he wished? Nearly all the other wishes on her hadn’t taken her much effort to perform. But hadn’t he worded it that it specifically changed her and not him? It was probably the caveat about him thinking about it. He didn’t feel any different though.
He looked at her and willed through his mind, “What are you thinking?”
It was like a radio clicked on in his head. “Shit, this is nerve racking! I have to keep this up for… two more hours? If he keeps screwing up his wishes, maybe he’ll have to put me in my lamp for a while? Fuck, it’s not my goddamn lamp! It’s so fucking demeaning I had to sleep in there like his pet. I’m so fucking afraid I’m surprised my body isn’t shaking from my nerves being on such edge. I could just see the asshole sneering as I shook like a scared little girl. My big boobs jiggling in front of me, giving away my weakness.” He could sense the emotions she was thinking about. Separate from his own, but distinctly obvious.
It worked! Just like a radio he could adjust how ‘loud’ her thoughts and feelings were for his own assessment. So what had caused the wish to tax her so? He guessed the supernatural ability to broadcast thoughts might be a big wish in and of itself. It was a supernatural ability he had just enhanced her with. Though maybe it was the alteration that relied upon his mind to work? Whatever the case, he was ecstatic. He had drained her, but the advantage would be worth it.
“He’s staring at me, looking for me to crack! I won’t. Fuck him. He’s such a fucking piece of shit! I still can’t believe something like this is real. Genies? Being transformed into a woman? He’s so much taller and bigger than me now!” Her anxiety spiked as she thought about her physical weakness compared to him. “He’s fucked though! There is no way I would feel any sort of fondness for him, much less be close to him. And if he thinks raping a girl makes her fond of him…”
Her thoughts were toxic and negative. But she never once believed he could read her thoughts. She occasionally thought about it, but doubted he could gain mind reading powers when he couldn’t even get basic wishes granted. He needed to do something about her negative opinions of him. He observed her mind and the chaos of emotions that he knew would be there when she was made into a woman. It was beautiful and delightful at the same time. He formulated a plan. She wasn’t ready for the onslaught he would unleash upon her.
He might be able to cause emotions in her without actually changing the way she was thinking. They were the mind’s way of processing events. They were also a powerful means of influencing a person. She was clearly suffering from emotional spikes caused by her transformation. So that didn’t violate the restriction on altering her mind. Alara hated him, that was a layered set of perceptions and conclusions. A facet of her identity. But things like hunger, pain, and pleasure were reactions outside the control of the conscious mind.
Ryan would need to inflict emotions and feelings on her outside her conscious thoughts. “Djinn,” he said with his elevated tone of command. “I wish that every time you have a negative thought about me, it causes you mental discomfort proportional to the negativity of said thought.”
The defiant stare of her violet eyes cracked as she struggled with her body. The wish was valid! Her small soft body wiggled as she fought against it. “That can’t… That can’t work!” Her mind echoed into his. Her hands clasped together and her eyes flashed. “Eep! Your wish is my command, Master!” She squeaked as she complied with his wish.
Alara blinked her eyes. “Something happened. But he can’t alter my mind! He’s such a piece of shit for thinking he could…” Her thought cut off as he watched the woman shudder in front of him. “What the fuck…” She gasped out loud. She shook her head like she was trying to dismiss a nasty thought. He felt the emotional rush of discomfort, like being in a very awkward meeting or knowing that she had been rejected by yet another woman when asking her out.
Her violet eyes looked up at him in shock. “That’s not right,” she spoke in a shaken voice. “You…” Again her thoughts turned to violence on him and she stumbled back as if she had taken a blow. Alara dropped down onto Ryan’s loveseat as she felt she had walked into a meeting with the most important people in their company and felt as if they had laughed at her behind their hands at her expense.
Ryan was blown away at the mental impact it was having on her. Minutes went by as one after another she struggled to escape her emotional reactions to thinking about him. But as he expected her inability to cope with a woman’s brain chemistry and wiring was overwhelming her. It laced every thought and drove her focus right back to it. There was no escaping it. No compartmentalizing it.
Alara eventually tried to distract herself by refusing to look at him and focusing on her environmental activism which Ryan hadn’t even been aware of. Apparently she was involved in harassing any developers around the city to preserve the land. While interesting he needed her continued negativity against him to be grinded down.
“Alara,” he said, watching her keep her eyes averted from him. Her violet eyes snapped up and she immediately shuddered as she felt her anger surge at him before she whimpered mentally retreating from it. “What is it about me that you actually hate?”
“No!” Her mind wailed as various negative thoughts and emotions wracked her as she was forced to answer his question. “I… I hate that you think you’re… Better than me!” Her eyes closed tight as she held her head as if she had a migraine.
“I hardly thought about you outside of our immediate interactions,” he responded in interest. Yeah he didn’t like her, but he chose to pretend as if she didn’t exist. As long as he didn’t have to be in a room with her, then the anger came to the surface.
“Of course he wouldn’t, he’s such a self obsessed asshole!” Her thought responded before she imagined never getting her dick back and being stuck like a woman forever. “Shit… I feel like curling up in a ball and crying! He needs to stop! This feeling is horrible!”
“Did it ever occur to you that you were just off putting? That other people might not like your behavior?” He asked, prying into her mind to make her think about it more.
“Yes,” she admitted. “I thought of it every day. But fuck them, and fuck…” She wailed pathetically and he felt a twinge of his heart. “Fuck you!” She took two long sobbing breaths. “Make it stop, Master. I’ll be good… I promise!”
Her mind was replete with the misery of crying in front of him. “I was so fucking confident I could last! But this is too much. It’s too easy to think negatively about him. I’ve been doing it for so long!”
“Yes,” He said, nodding. The wish was way more impactful than he had ever imagined. Her thoughts were hesitant, she was training herself without even thinking about it. It had only been minutes, yet already it was impacting her thought process. “You will be a good girl. Let go of the negativity and it will stop.”
“Good girl!” She fumed in her mind, feeling her rage spike back up. “I am not a girl you raging piece of shit,” she hissed out as her eyes were blotching from her tears. “Gaahhhh!” She closed her eyes, her hands pawing at her body from the mental discomfort that rose up from her angst with him. “I can’t… I can’t withstand it. He took my dick and balls! He made me a soft weak woman! He enslaved me as a genie… I can’t… I can’t resist him!”
Ryan felt shame at what he was doing to her. He couldn’t have realized what such a wish could do to her mind. But it was progress. Her resistance was fraying. It was only a single wish and she was quickly succumbing to it. He truly thought her hatred of him would put up more of a fight.
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