This choice: Mila, your twin, looking positively ecstatic... • Go Back... Colorful smoke spewed fourth from the Urn of Remembrance as multicolored lights covered the room, the florescent lights of the garage knocked out, and the garage door closed. Your new feminine form filled about the third of the room, being about the size of your Dad's Buick if he was here. In front of you, your befreckled twin sister looked like she was about to explode from excitement.
"I'm..." You started.
"A djinn! Oh my gosh!" She said ecstatically, looking your curvaceous body up and down, grabbing at your smoky tail unsuccessfully, which made you feel very strange. "Is this like a traditional djinn type situation? Are you the spirit of this object able to summon yourself to my side?"
"Uh," You started. "This is... Yes, you may summon me any time, M-Master."
"Indeed? Okay!" She squeaked, doing a little happy dance in front of you. "Djinn, return to your vessel." She commanded.
The compulsion came the instant she stated those words, and you retreated back into the Urn of Remembrance, the comfortable interior being your prison. A moment passed.
"Cal?" You said meekly, wanting some semblance for sense that the spirit of the Urn may be able to provide with some answers.
Cal did not respond.
Then you heard the call. Not only heard, but felt. "Djinn, return to me!"
Out of the vessel you return, you corporeal head smacking against the ceiling to your twin sister's room. The nerd kept her stuff all over the place, with tons of posters for anime and video games coating her bedroom walls. You filled half the room.
"You called, Master?" You queried as you shook your head.
"It worked!" She responded. "I'm not crazy!"
"Yep, not crazy," You responded, still baffled. "But I do have a purpose. You have three wishes. No bringing the dead back. No wishing for more wishes. No wanting to be a god. Beyond that, you seem to know what's going on."
Mila looked up to you with stars in her eyes. "Are you... always this big? Could you fit in my room better? And turn off the smoke effects?"
You focused, realizing that this was a request, and not a wish, you still had small power to grant it. Focusing hard, the urn stopped spewing smoke and the soft yellow lights of the bedroom returned. Finally, you put your energy into the feeling of having legs, and the harem pants appeared in the smoke that was your lower half, shrinking yourself into relative human proportions. You still towered over your short sister by about a foot.
"Wow," she said with her eyes still wide. "This is unreal."
"It's real," You confirmed again, wanting some serious answers from Cal but ready to get this over with. "Now... Master, what is your wish?"
Mila took a moment, shrugged, scratched her head, and sat in an egg chair at the side of her bed.
"Ya know, I don't know if I have any right now," she responded hesitantly. "You just wanna... hang out?"
You blinked. Hanging out with your sister wasn't that weird but you don't do it super often. Now she wants to hang out with you... while you were a djinn.
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