Travis had wanted to go out tonight, but then he caught sight of himself in a nearby mirror. The mirror itself was nothing special-- someone had left it sitting by the side of the street. But his reflection was something else-- a ghostly, nearly-transparent version of himself. This is what he'd always wanted it, and it seemed a shame to let the moment pass without a little admiration first....
His being brimmed with power, and not just the power to take over bodies, either. He could do it now....he could feel the ability right at his fingertips. He reached out for it and embraced it, letting the feeling wash over him with unbridled glee. His astral form shifted and morphed until he could feel that he was completely, totally different.
He opened his eyes to see that his wishes had come true. Heh. Wishes.
He'd changed into the shape of a genie-- a kind of cross between a genie he'd seen on reruns of some classic tv show and a cute cartoon character he'd seen once upon a time. Purple hair spilled across a forehead with a horn sticking out of it, and his luscious body was barely contained in a tight brassiere and a flowing pair of baggy pants. It was better than he could have asked for. He looked so beautiful, so regal, he hardly had words for it.
So of course he had to have some fun with it. He started by sticking out his tongue and pulling down his eyelid with a single finger. The goddess in the mirror did the same and then giggled, overcome with laughter. He sounded cute this way-- cuter than he'd ever thought he'd be. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he danced back and forth on the tips of his toes. That looked too appropriate-- so he shifted to flapping his arms up and down like a chicken. That was much better.
But all of that fun was mundane...too mundane for him. The real reason he'd done this...the real reason this was so hot...was entrenched firmly between his legs. He reached down into his pants, his dainty new fingers dancing across the sensitive flesh of his new organ. He kneaded and licked and plunged as deep as he could go, moaning softly as he went. It was better than he could describe, and worth every second he'd spent there.
After he was done, he pulled his hands out of his pants and contemplated his options. He could still go for some possession...or he could try experimenting further with this particular set of things...it was all so tantalizing.
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