This choice: "You'll have to prove that..." he paused to allow her to give her name. • Go Back...Chapter #8"You'll have to prove that..." by: Mr. George   "You'll have to prove that..." Jack demanded. The frustration clear on Jean's face after being liberated from uncountable millenia trapped, to have such a dull-witted master was beyond bearing.
"I grant wishes." she said through gritted teeth, "As many as you wish, while you possess my vessel." She nodded to the lamp.
"You'll have to show me, this isn't a prank." Jack demanded. With a wide sweep of his arms, indicating all the people who'd witness any gullible requests. Eyeing the dunes for any hidden figure ready to record his stupidity.
Jean wasn't sure what a prank truly was, but she could summon magic briefly, for a test. She had to win her master's good faith.
"Show me..." Jack mused. "Some magic...Something impossible!" he said triumphantly, hoping to end this joke.
Jean's magic crackled ominously around her fingers as her frustration mounted. This needed to work, she was oblivious as Jack gawped at the power flashing between her outstretched fingers. Too stunned to move, as she reached towards him. Jack blinked, as his world shifted.
One moment, he was watching that ominous hand loom closer. The next he was as petite as Jean. A sea breeze, letting him know he was wearing a bikini, and filling it in all the right places!
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Jack!?!
"This is impossible!" Jack squealed, an unfamiliar voice coming from her mouth. Struggling to cope, Jack felt the thin straps digging into her shoulders, those lush hips so full like he'd admired mere moments ago. Despite every sensation confirming what she could see, she gave her bust a tentative squeeze. She felt that too. The strain obvious, the sweat beading on Jean's face. With an exhausted gasp, the magic ended, and Jack was snapped back to his original body.
"You... You are a genie!" Jack stammered, his grip tightening on the lamp. His familiar clothes and dull body returning was a relief.
The memory of that body was still too visceral to forget. He'd felt the weight, and awkwardness of that bust. The width of those hips, the round, fullness of that rump. The breeze, the feeling of being exposed. So exciting and so intimidating.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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