Wishes Once Wished

by Bill Hart

"It sure has been one hell of a long day." thought Dwayne. "I sure hope that Bruce has had better luck than I have. Either that or we'll both be out on the street looking for new jobs. Salesmen, who don't sell their product, aren't employed by Smitson Hosiery very long."

One of the hotel shops sold antiques. Dwayne had seen the shop when he'd checked in the night before, but it had been very late and the shop had been closed. But, as peeked through the window, he'd seen a lamp he knew he must have.

After returning to the hotel following his fruitless trek through the city, Dwayne noticed that antique shop was open.

"Tinkle. Tinkle." went the bell over the door as Dwayne entered the almost empty shop. He was a little surprised, when he realized he was the customer. The only occupant was the old shopkeeper.

"May I help you, sir?" asked the shopkeeper.

"I hope so. Last night after I arrived I looked through your window and saw this lamp."

"We have many excellent lamps here, sir."

"This one was sitting on that cabinet over there." Dwayne pointed at a cabinet on the other side of the shop. "It looked like it came out of an Arabian Nights movie. You know ..."

"Ah, yes. TheLamp_." interrupted the shopkeeper with a special emphasis on the words that reminded Dwayne of the horses and Frau Bluecher.

"That must be the one. May I please see it."

"Of course, sir."

The shopkeeper walked over to the small cabinet, unlocked it, reached in, and took out the lamp. It was the lamp that he had seen last night.

"TheLamp is generally kept, locked, in this cabinet at night, sir. It is never left unattended in the shop otherwise. That you saw TheLamp at all must be an omen, sir. TheLamp_ must be destined to be yours."

"What a load of crap." thought Dwayne. "But I'll bet he reels in the suckers left and right with bull like that." But to the shopkeeper, he replied simply "How much?"

"TheLamp_ is very valuable, sir. Very valuable indeed."

"How much?" Dwayne repeated.

"A mere one thousand dollars, sir."

"Sold." Dwayne grinned, as he wrote out a check. Even though he was facing unemployment and really couldn't afford it, he would have gladly paid twice that price.

Dwayne took the lamp back to his room. He put it down on the bed, and changed his clothes. He hated wearing a suit and tie. Besides, his jeans and sweat shirt were far more comfortable.

As he picked up the lamp from where he'd laid it, he noticed a small smudge on the lid. He began rubbing at the smudge.

Smoke billowed from the lamp.

A voice boomed out.

"I AM THE GENIE OF THE LAMP. BY ORDER OF THE GREAT DJINN, YOU, MY MASTER AND THE POSSESSOR OF THELAMP_, ARE GRANTED THREE WISHES. FURTHERMORE, BE IT KNOWN, ALSO BY ORDER OF THE GREAT DJINN, THAT A WISH MAY NOT TAKE LIFE NOR MAY IT GRANT WISHES PAST THE THREE NOW GIVEN."

"Can you turn down your volume at little? Hell, I'm not deaf. At least, not yet anyway."

"Of course, Master."

"Let me get this straight; you're giving me three wishes?"

"It is as commanded by the Great Djinn, honored Master."

"And that disclaimer crap at the end?"

"Simply Master, your wish may not be used to kill. It may, however, be used to transform things in any way you may desire. And the second part is only the standard prohibition that you may not wish for more wishes."

"What do people usually wish for?"

The genie appeared to sigh as he answered, "Some wish for wealth. Some for fame. Some for power. Men often wish for a woman, just as women often wish for a man." How many times had he answered this question?

"Suppose that I wished for something, and then later decided that I really didn't want what I wished for. Can I cancel it?"

"A wish once wished is a wished wish, Master. Only with another wish may a wish be undone."

"So I can cancel out wishes one or two. But wish three is permanent?"

"Correct, most wise of masters."

"Okay. I'm ready, I think. For my first wish, I wish to be the wealthiest person on earth."

"GRANTED." And the genie sighed.

"My second wish may seem somewhat strange, but ..."

"I make no judgements, Master. As long as your wish does not conflict with either of the Great Djinn's commands, it shall be granted."

"Then I wish to be transformed into an attractive young woman."

"GRANTED." And the surprised genie smiled.

Dwayne didn't notice anything different until she looked at the mirror on the desk. A young woman, still dressed in jeans and sweat shirt, looked back. Shoulder length brunette hair framed her comely face. She was at least eight, possibly nine, inches shorter and probably a hundred pounds lighter than she'd been as Dwayne. She stared at her reflection in fascination.

Dwayne turned to the genie and asked "Why am I still wearing my old jeans and sweat shirt. I expected to be wearing something a little more, er, ah, feminine."

"Your wish was to become a woman, Mistress. You made no mention of changing your attire. However, Mistress, you may wish to be clad in garments more appropriate."

"Nice try. But you can't fool me that easily. Besides, I don't want to waste my last wish on clothes. I've got other plans for that wish."

Dwayne took off the sweat shirt and looked back at the mirror. "Nice tits, girl." she said in her new soprano voice. At first, she ran a hand over one breast, then the other. She cupped her hand over one and gently squeezed. Contact with her erect nipple sent shivers of pleasure through her. She undid her jeans as her hand reached down towards her crotch to find only her damp slit. Stroking her clitoris, she moaned softly "Oh my. That feels so good."

Abruptly, she quit caressing herself. "What the fuck am I doing?" she thought. But then it suddenly occurred to her that stroking her clit produced sensations that felt remarkably the same as she'd felt as Dwayne, when he stroked his dick.

It was odd and confusing, but she felt being female wasn't that much different from being male. After all, she had the same feelings as she'd had as Dwayne, maybe just a little stronger. But it was nothing like she expected.

Dwayne refastened her jeans and pulled the sweat shirt over her head. She turned to the genie. "And for my third wish, ..."

There was a knock at the door.

The genie turned to smoke and was sucked into the lamp.

Dwayne opened the door. It was her partner Bruce. "Excuse me, miss." he said. "I guess I must have got the wrong room."

"No, Bruce. You've got the right room. C'mon in."

As Bruce entered, he was full of questions. "How do you know my name? Who are you? Have we met before? I'm sure I'd remember someone who looked like you."

"You aren't going to believe this, but I'm Dwayne."

"Yeah, sure. You're Dwayne, and I'm the Queen of England. Look sister, I've had a really bad day. Now, cut the crap. Who are you, really?"

"Didn't sell anything today? Huh? Really, I'm Dwayne. You aren't going to believe what's happened today."

Dwayne told Bruce the events of the day. She told him about the antique shop. The lamp. The genie. The wish for wealth. The wish to be a woman. She was starting to explain how she was going to use her last wish, when Bruce interrupted.

"Its a good thing you wished to be rich, since Dwayne and I are going to be unemployed by the end of the week." he said sarcastically. "But assuming, for just a minute, that I believe this load of bull you're spreading, whatever possessed you to wish to be a woman."

"Well. I was curious what it felt like to be a woman. In some of those stories I download from the Internet, men are transformed into women. They generally become airheaded horny bimbos with out of control raging hormones that'll screw any man in sight. I was a little worried, but it doesn't work that way at all. Things just aren't all that different."

"So, for the sake of satisfying your curiosity, you risked becoming a fuck bunny. That's not real bright? And where's the lamp?"

"I guess not. Its on the bed."

Bruce walked over and picked up the lamp. He didn't really believe the girl's story, and he figured to disprove it by rubbing the lamp as she watched.

He rubbed.

The lamp smoked.

A voice boomed.

"I AM THE GENIE OF THE LAMP. BY ORDER OF THE GREAT DJINN, YOU, MY MASTER AND THE POSSESSOR OF THELAMP_, ARE GRANTED THREE WISHES. FURTHERMORE, BE IT KNOWN, ALSO BY ORDER OF THE GREAT DJINN, THAT A WISH MAY NOT TAKE LIFE NOR MAY IT GRANT WISHES PAST THE THREE NOW GIVEN."

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Bruce. "She was telling me the truth."

Bruce wasted no time making his wishes.

"I wish that I was the wealthiest and most powerful person on this planet."

"GRANTED."

"I wish that we were all transported to my brand new, secluded, palatial mansion on the island in the middle of Lake Williams."

"GRANTED."

The walls of the hotel room faded as mansion walls took their place. Dwayne ran to the window and looked out past the palms as waves broke silently on the beach.

"Do you remember the woman standing by the window?"

"Of course, master. She was the possessor of the lamp immediately prior to you. She has one remaining ..."

"Good." interrupted Bruce, a wicked grin on his face as he pointed at Dwayne. "It is my wish that you slowly transform her into the girl she feared she'd become when you granted her wish to be a girl."

"GRANTED. WITNESS GREAT DJINN THAT OUR DEALINGS ARE COMPLETE."

Dwayne felt dizzy, as she staggered away from the window. Suddenly, she was naked. Her hair, no longer brunette but platinum blonde, streamed down over her expanding breasts. Her body tingled all over. When she turned and looked in the mirror, a gorgeous woman stared back. She recognized the reflection, it was Dwayne's fantasy slut. She was clothed in what looked like a T-shirt. It barely covered her crotch and showed her erect nipples through the fabric which could just barely contain her breasts.

"What?... Why?...." she managed, just before her eyes glazed over.

"Simple Dwayne, sweetheart. I'm rich and powerful. I own this mansion. I needed a woman, and you, my naive and curious friend, were available. And if you fuck anywhere as good as you look babe, we're going to be happy for a long, long time."

The woman moaned softly as awareness slowly returned. She was confused and didn't know where she was. There was little intelligence, only lust, behind the eyes that scanned the room. She felt horny as hell. She needed a man.

As she spotted Bruce she spoke. "Hi, Brucie." she said in a girlish voice oozing with pure sex appeal. "I'm Dara. Let's fuck."

Dara strode effortlessly toward Bruce.

His member stiffened.

She was naked. He was naked.

They were groping each other as they lay in his bed.

Then the room began to lighten. It was morning. Already? Had they really been at it all night?

"Hold on Dara. I need to take a break."

"Oh, Brucie." she pouted. "You're no fun at all. Its too bad you can't be more like me. I never get tired. And I just love getting fucked by men."

"Yeah, right. That's all I'd need."

"Okay." she titters in that sexy little girl voice. "I wish Brucie would become more like me."

"GRANTED. WITNESS GREAT DJINN THAT OUR DEALINGS ARE COMPLETE."

"What?" is all Bruce can say.

As Dara watches, his body re-shapes. She stares for a moment at the naked, buxom wench whose long jet black hair covers her ass. "Who are you?" she asks in a childish voice. "And where did Brucie go?"

And before answering, her mindset alters. "I'm Bambi." replies the woman. "I don't know where Brucie went, or even who Brucie is, but if he's a man, can you send him my way. I need to be fucked."

Then with an audible pop, there's a man in the room. As the excited young women advance towards him, he snaps his finger. Very confused, and suddenly very tired, Dara and Bambi find themselves stretched out on the bed. Then they've fallen asleep.

"An interesting pair, don't you think? I figured I'd catch the man that I sold TheLamp_ to. But I never expected to catch two. Its a shame that between the two, they don't have the intelligence of a cabbage."

"They are as they wished each other to be." replied the genie.

"True. Very true. And with those bodies and their sex drives, I'll send them to Lady Xenella, who would never let any of her girls walk the streets unemployed. For the past three weeks, I've been promising to send her a new whore. She'll be ecstatic with two. Send them to Xenella."

As the genie waved a hand over the sleeping women, they vanished. "They are now at the brothel of Lady Xenella, as you have requested."

"Very good, my friend." said the old shopkeeper. He reached down and picked up the lamp. "It is time we returned to the shop, my friend. I wonder who we'll catch next time."

"As you wish, Great Djinn."

THE END

Wishes Once Wished copyright 1996 by Bill Hart.