You flap frantically, as your curves bloat. Your figure already perfect has been boosted. The genie having had male masters in the past, seems to have taken on their perspective.
Your body is still recognisable, but there's an extra strength to your spine... to support that fuller bust. An extra fullness to your rump, that firmer than you thought possible.
"I'm not just shaped to please men." you tell the genie. "I'm proud of my brain, and my achievements. I have women friends too."
The genie nodded to herself, as if confirming everything you've demanded is already granted.
With the magic leaving your body, your control returns. The sense of confidence is strong, with all the attention this body brought, you've grown up knowing the shallow power of beauty as a power. You saw other friends fall for the superficial praises, and glory in their beauty. Destined to become tedious trophy-wives, and afterwards bitterly divorced. You blush as new memories burst into existence. Your experimental university years, allowing you to develop deeper friendships and understanding of your interests.
She stands ready for her next wish. Attentive and patient.
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