Genie in a Lamp

Content warning: This is a short story featuring magical anatomy transformation and domination. I like to think it's a tale of a relationship breakdown with a happy end. If you're into that sort of thing, read on.

This excursion was turning out to be an absolute disaster. What had been intended as a respite from the burdens of everyday life had become a test of endurance. Beyond the confines of our dry rock cavern, a desert sandstorm raged. Unrelenting in its fury, we'd had to abandon our jeep outside. We only had enough supplies to last for a few days.

The boredom was getting to us. My roommate Jamie had grown taciturn. He was lying on his back near the campfire, no doubt brooding over our current predicament. How things had seemed so promising last week! Trekking in pure, untouched wilderness. Stargazing under a pristine night sky. A fulfilling, indeed, a restorative experience. That dream was shattered.

Billows of smoke from the fire were filling the cave with a nebulous haze. Truth be told I hadn't expected tempers to flare so quickly. Maybe it was old grievances reaching boiling point. Maybe our friendship had already been fraying long before we set off. Whatever the reason, this stressful situation had made things bubble over. Jamie and I were no longer on talking terms and both of us were firmly placing the blame on each other. It was hard to see our lives going back to normal after all that had been said.

Once the storm settled, we'd head straight home and thank the gods if we even made it out alive. We wouldn't speak of this train wreck or plan anything like it ever again. That was decided.

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Leaving Jamie to his ruminations, I turned away from the campsite and decided to inspect the cave yet again for the sake of preserving my sanity. Shining my torch in the many dark crevices dotted around, I spotted a glint of metal in the darkness. A hitherto hidden alcove became apparent as I ran my hand over the dry rock surface. Intrigued, I grasped the object by its handle and lifted it into the light.

A mysterious, smooth casing glittered in the light of my torch. Carved into it were three verses. The latter ones were hard to make out, but the first one read:

"Hold me firm and thou shalt be granted thy deepest desire."

I cast a furtive glance back at Jamie, still rummaging through his rucksack. My thoughts were racing. Normally I would have wanted to share the news of my find. But at that moment in time there was nothing I'd have liked more than to let my pent-up rage run amok.

"A relationship turned sour..."

An echo of a voice rang in my mind. I was stunned. My body refused to act.

"Amends must be made by means of conciliation."

My frame remained frozen in space; I felt my inner workings paralysed in sheer terror.

"If this is what you seek," the voice chimed melodically."Past strife shall be recompensed. Do you accept my offer?"

Unable to speak and terrified beyond words, a guttural answer resonated within my headspace.

"Yes... Yes... I accept."

The presence subsided and I felt able to move my limbs again. Dropping the ornament, I tumbled backwards, shaking uncontrollably.

This moment of helplessness was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Every shadowy corner of the cave seemed to conceal danger. My eyes darted back and forth, my arms shivering fearfully, prepared to ward off unseen terrors. My breath felt as heavy as lead, and I felt myself close to suffocating.

A steady hand clasped my shoulder from behind. Jamie's voice spoke: "Woah there! What's up with you?" I felt my muscles tighten. "None of your business," I spat out, resentfully. I turned to glare at my companion.

It was at that moment I detected something was off. This was Jamie, but he was somehow different. Changed. I could feel a manner of connection between us. It was hard to describe. The more I looked, the more I realised an ethereal quality had overcome my companion. I could feelinside him, sense his anger; his bitterness; his displeasure. These feelings made my own frustration shoot through the roof. How dare he harbour such negativity towards me?! I felt livid. I wanted nothing more than to quell those offensive notions. It briefly crossed my mind that it might be offensive to trespass into another's thoughts...

And without resistance, I felt Jamie's resentments die down almost immediately. They were gone just like that.

A wave of fascination washed over me. Repelled, but also compelled by this newfound ability, I couldn't help but continue to probe. To my surprise, I sensed it wasn't just Jamie's inner emotions I could steer. His physical being also seemed to be in flux. If a particular feature caught my attention, I could already feel it merging into a new form. I had no clear vision in my mind's eye, but I was amazed to see changes I liked subconsciously moulded into reality.

First Jamie's face softened, his chin gradually sharpening to a point. His stature was noticeably shrinking, becoming finer and more delicate. I could see his eyes glazing over, cheekbones rising, skin smoothening, lips becoming more succulent, parting slightly. They were more than just pretty, they were seductive. I held out my trembling hand, touching Jamie's soft cheek. He made no effort to stop me as my mesmerised self leant in for a gentle kiss. I could feel the confusion inside Jamie swell and ebb away. The same could not be said for me. The person I had been fuming at just minutes ago no longer seemed obnoxious. On the contrary, they demanded my full attention.

I stepped closer, now standing a head over Jamie, and gently ran my fingers through his hair. My other hand brushed across his chest, remaining in place as I felt tension rising under his clothing. I could feel the tantalising weight of small mounds pushing forwards. Before I knew it, Jamie was topless, having pulled off his shirt on a whim. His slender, hairless torso tapered off into subtle arcs, forming a slim, elegant waistline. A long, silky neck craned in my direction. My lips couldn't resist. Tracing his neckline downwards, they discovered his pronounced clavicle. After a short pause, they continued their descent and came across a dilating areola, whose protruding nipple I began to gently suckle. Jamie let out a sigh of delight, his petite breasts still swelling.

My level of horniness was building exponentially. It also seemed to be seeping into Jamie as he meekly accepted his body's transformation. His penis had hardened into a solid erection. Drawing him into my strong embrace, Jamie now stood rear facing me. His delicate physique was completely overshadowed. Growing butt cheeks exerted pressure on my own swelling crotch, causing my erection to harden. I clutched Jamie's luscious frame close against me, caressing his still expanding breasts which were approaching the size of grapefruits, tender and bouncy. My arm lowered into his pants, grabbing hold of his erect member. The mere touch of my fingers caused him to groan in excitement. With one hand fondling his left bosom and the other one wielding his penis like a wrench, I began to jerk him off.

Jamie was already dripping precum. The more I milked him, the more his body fleshed out. Every spurt from his dick sent a shockwave up his spine. And with every climax, his shaft shrank a little bit more. What was once a large penis was soon reduced to the length of my finger. Jamie's scrotum had meanwhile retracted further and further up into his pelvis and was no longer visible. In its place a new organ was forming. My strokes grew more firm. The shemale let out a high-pitched gasp of ecstasy as it bent over forwards, haunches spread wide. Blood was thumping in my ears and in my groin. It was impossible to resist inserting my own throbbing dick into that taut asshole. Moans reverberated around the cave as I began pounding. The plump micropenis kept delivering fresh spurts of semen into my moist palm. Before long it had diminished into a tiny, plump clitoris.

It delighted me to see my companion thoroughly enjoying this process of feminisation. Jamie was now a she, like it or not, and I sensed her desire to have my own throbbing member explore her new, sensitive genitals. They felt soft and warm as she slid her fingers into the wettened cavity. I noticed her passionate attempt to tease my member in the right direction. Our linked minds confirmed that Jamie was titillated by the thought of me filling up her new womb. I would leave her wanting for a little bit longer.

Jamie's muscles had significantly receded. Her arms had grown soft and squishy. As had her buttocks; they were now beautifully rounded orbs of soft flesh. Thick, silky hair was flowing down her back in tresses. Gorgeous long thighs and smooth legs rubbed against mine. She was more attractive, more feminine, more sensual than anyone I had ever encountered before. I felt my mind dipping into hers, plucking away at unwanted memories and planting new seeds. Jamie would be the perfect woman for me, and I the perfect man for her.

This metamorphosis had always been inevitable. It was Jamie's destiny to become female. Her former identity had been fully wiped and replaced with the mind of a sultry lover. An irresistible sexual partner and the embodiment of my ideal mate.

"Your heart's desire has come true," the distant voice abruptly reverberated in my mind, my body freezing in place once again."I offer you a second proposition: You and your companion may resume your previous lives as you now are. It shall be as if nothing has ever been otherwise. Do you accept my offer?"

"Yes, yes, I want this," my mind bleated feebly.

"Then let it be so." The voice momentarily faded, before returning with renewed magnitude."There is one final matter. Your home is far away. I shall grant you safe passage from this place never to return. Do you accept my offer?

"Yes."

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I found myself driving a jeep through a desert trail, the morning sun on my cheek. Seated next to me was the girl of my dreams. We had spent a weekend out in the desert, far from the burdens of modern society. A weekend of exploration and of passion.

Those conspicuous curves under her incredibly light clothing kept drawing my attention. This didn't go unnoticed.

Jamie smirked seductively. She leant over and whispered, juicy lips teasing my ear, a tender breast gliding over my arm:

"When we get back home, I'll give you more than enough reason to give me your full attention".

This was the girl I knew and loved. Her eyes shone naughtily. Her nimble hand slid over my thigh.

"And... Maybe it's time for a quick refuel?"