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Chapter #4
Trading positions
by: AutumnPosix
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Well. What would you do? I'm forced to serve people for eternity."
"Okay. I wish for me to be your genie for an 10 minutes."
"How 'bout an hour?"
"10 minutes." Genie sighs and snaps fingers. Some overrated graphical effects happen. You feel weird.
"Yes yes yes! I'm free!" she shouts
"What are you-"
"I wish for me to be free when I'm returned to normal." You're surprised at this. "You have no idea what I'm going to do to you when I get back my powers. I'm sick of putting up with whiny mortals. 'I want a footjob' 'I want a lot of money' 'I want world peace.' Sick sick sick of stupid demands. And for what? So I can be put back in the damn lamp?" She sits down. You become angry.
"What are you doing?"
"Sittin' for 9 minutes. I wish I had a snowcone."
<after nine minutes of un-interesting wishes>
Some more overrated special effects happen. You feel normal. Until Genie high-kicks you in the chest,knocking you down. Chains form around your ankles and wrists, connecting to the floor. She kneels down on your chest, with one knee on the floor.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this, I'm gunna-
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