Amy is 24 years old, and an artist. But much like the cliche, a starving artist, so she works as a lifeguard at a resort in town. The pay is good, great actually, but only for like 7-8 months of the year. It's enough and it allows her enough time to work on her art, mainly painting and sculpting, though with some photography thrown in to break it up. Her blonde hair is done up in a ponytail, sticking out of cap she wears. She has on shorts, a very short cargo cut along with a sleeveless top, and hiking boots. Her eyes are an icy blue, almost violet and easily her best feature. Her body is lithe, and she is double jointed and stupidly flexible which is either her second best feature or a complete pain the ass. She leans toward pain the ass because her docs are pretty sure it is Ehlers-Danlos syndrome and is the source of her joint pain. The docs say its arthritis and for a 24 year old that is a serious kick in the gut. But, she's having a good day, little pain, so she got up early and went for a hike in the deserted state park north of town. Its high tourist season and few of those folks come up this way, especially a night after a big storm. The resort has 'hurricane' parties any time it rains, and while a real hurricane rolled through here a few years ago, this was a mild thunderstorm at best, though it did have a storm surge that will make for bad currents today. Makes her glad she is a lifeguard at a resort instead of the beach patrol, though getting to actually help people once in a while might be more satisfying than telling a drunk frat boy he can't canonball in the jacuzzi. She chuckles as she grimaces, and then comes through the tree line out to a narrow sandy beach. There is a ton of stuff washed up, most of it flotsam and trash, but something shiny catches her eye.
She walks over and picks up an ornate glass bottle, brightly colored but looking quite old. It's beautiful and briefly makes Amy wish she had taken up glass blowing, as she appreciates the artistry of it. She doesn't see any markings, so she works the glass stopper free of its wax seal, and it comes off with a pop. And a giggle? Before Amy can process that, a bunch of pink smoke or vapor comes out, swirling around her, before condensing into column before, which then in turns solidifies into a cute blonde woman in a middle Eastern harem dancer outfit, pink with silver arm and ankle bands, who bows before her. Amy steps back as the woman stands "A thousand blessing be upon thee mistress, and a thousand thousand wishes may I grant thee. I am the genie of the bottle, and yours to command." Amy laughs "Oh, oh ok, um, well, wait" she looks around thinking it a prank, but no, she's alone, and this bottle clearly washed up last night in the storm...could this be....real?"
"Um...Genie, or like, do you have a regular name...um, so like, how does this work, three wishes, then poof, you're gone? Are there any rules or anything?" Amy is actually stalling while he mind tries to come up with some rational explanation, and she fidgets as watches her, Amy's joints clearly bending too far. For her part the genie smiles "My name is simply Genie, and I am here to grant all your wishes, not merely three.... honestly, I do not know where you foolish mortals came up with that nonsense, tsk. But as for rules, they are simple and I have but three limits. First, the barrier of death is closed to me, I may not kill nor bring back the dead. Next, I can alter the course or another person's free will or emotions. I can fiddle a memory here and there, but can not change another person's mind. And lastly, I can not change the past...what has happened has already happened, though I can travel into the past, just whenever we go, everything we will do will have already occurred." she pauses and smiles "That last one is complicated, but I can help if you are curious about it."
Amy blinks, because if this was a prank, then there would have been rules preventing her from making a wish that would expose this...so could she really be real? Her musings are interrupted by the genie "Excuse me mistress, I noticed you are bending your arms in a rather peculiar way, are you well?" Amy blinks and realizes she was doing it again, and stops "oh sorry, I have a condition where my joints are way more flexible than normal, but it actually hurts. I tend to do that sort of thing when I am nervous. I mean its cool being flexible and bendy, but I wish it wouldn't hurt" not realizing just exactly how she phrased that.
Genie smiles and nods "Your wish is my command" and she makes a gesture with her arms, and suddenly Amy feels fine, no pain at all, but also a rather odd sensation deep in her core, not just in her joints. Wha...what just happened?" Genie giggles "I granted your wish, mistress, you are bendy and flexible but it will never cause you any pain." Amy blinks and decides to try it, trying to bend her elbow backwards. Her eyes widen as it does so, and then keeps on bending all the way around! "AHHH! What the?" she wills it back to shape, then looks down at herself "Genie...is...is my whole body like this now?" Genie nods and smiles "Yes, you said it was cool, but painful so I made the flexibility greater and the pain nonexistent. Is that ok, or shall I restore you to how you had been?"
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