This choice: Your best friend Riley, holding the urn, and looking elated... • Go Back... The garage door seemed to have shut upon your sudden arrival, the room illumined by a prismatic glow coming off of the urn. You stood before your shaggy haired best friend, who held up the urn in his hands. You filled up your garage space and towered above him, standing shirtless, you arms covering your pert nipples.
"Woah woah woah," Riley stammered. "What's... what are you?"
You wanted to tell him. it's me, Liam! but what came out of your mouth was;
"I a-am... Zhham," You nervously boomed, the walls shaking at your voice. "I am... an earthen djinn bound to this urn. What's... What's up, man?"
You tried to explain what happened to you but found yourself at a loss. A combination of some strange compulsion and your sheer embarrassment made you tongue tied.
"A djinn," Riley repeated, oggling you in awe, admiration, and lust. "That means... I get wishes."
Again, the words came to you almost robotically, as if built into your very being. "Riley Nept," you say, outstretching your hands and letting your breasts free making a powerful gesture. "You have found the Urn of Remembrance, and have acquired wishes three. You may not wish for power over death, power that exceeds mine, and you cannot create something from nothing." You spoke with a confidence unbecoming of you, as if this was rehearsed thousands of times over. "So... simply state, Zhham I wish, and your truest desires. If fates are kind, you shall get what you seek."
Riley took a deep breathe and looked up at you. "What's the catch?"
You paused. You realized that you could easily make a catch, but one he is not aware of. You could be spiteful and mess with his wish, due to the way it was worded.
"No catch, man," You said, crossing your arms, becoming again very aware of your new female assets. "Whatchu want?"
Riley tapped his shaven chin. "Okay... I know my first wish."
You raised a well threaded eyebrow. "Already? Wow, okay, all you."
"If you knew me, and Liam, you would know that we really have one major problem," he started, which gave you pause. "Zhham, I wish... I wish that all of my intentional flirtations had the consequences I desired."
Your mouth flew open. I well worded and intentioned wish with little room for interpretation. You held your fingers up, unsure of what would happen. "Granted," you boomed, and snapped them.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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