Amy dusts some sand from the beach off her legs and shorts, and looks at Genie."You really are enjoying yourself...but why, why does transforming me make you happy...its like, I dunno, but it feels...familiar." Genie smiles, "Mistress, the answer is in you...I sense it, your freedom, your creativity." Genie considers how to explain it, her connection to her new mistress allows her to access some parts of her mind to better serve her. "It's...well, it's like you with your clay...you enjoy shaping it with your skill, making the material something beautiful completely from your efforts. I get a similar sensation using my magic, but never had a chance to use it in such a way. It makes me feel more connected to my magic, my center"
Amy blinks and her eyes take on a dreamy expression, one Genie has usually only associated with dreams of passion. But Amy murmurs "I'm your clay" And Genie blinks nodding "Well, no, clay doesn't get chosen to allow itself to be formed....but in terms of using my skill, my talents, I suppose yes" Amy smiles "That actually makes a ton of sense...we should get to my place, I have a studio, hell my house is more studio than house.. maybe we can both get to work" Cmon, this way...oh wait" pausing and turning back "I wish your outfit to change into something similar to mine, so you fit in Genie" and Genie gestures, in shorts and sleeveless shirt, looking modern. And cute. "Perfect, lets head back to my place..this trail goes close enough that I can hike the park from home easily.
They walk back, about a mile or so, and even pass a few people, who take little enough note. Finally they get to her place, a beat up looking barn that has been converted. There is a small eat in kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom, but the majority of the space is an art studio, with a kiln, two actually, potters wheels, easels, paints, everything to paint and sculpt. Genie smiles and looks around. "Ok, Genie, you can change your outfit into whatever you like, or just keep that...let me get changed though." Genie blinks "This is fine, these clothes feel nice mistress, but what shall I change you into now?"
Amy blinks at that "oh, no I meant I was gonna change my clothes into some stuff for doing art..." but she pauses and turns, her mind curious. "What were you thinking?"
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