Max is filing evidence when she receives a strange visitor that changes her life and being.
Max filled out the final report, looking at the golden lamp. Why didn't they take this? Picking it up, she frowned as she tried to read the writing on it. Rubbing it against her uniform shirt, she gasped as it became hot in her hands and she dropped it on the table. Backing away as the mist-filled the evidence room, she fumbled for the door handle before realizing the door to evidence room had vanished behind her.
"Well, well," the voice said. "What do we have here?"
Max couldn't move, as the mist surrounded her and she felt his ghostly hands on her. She couldn't speak or scream or see in the mist.
"I've been waiting for a long time to be woken up."
Max gasped, as her uniform fell to the ground and she stood naked in what used to be evidence room, his ghostly hands exploring every inch of her. Despite her terror, the mist began to calm her, and she moaned as he explored her genitals with his hands. Seeing his form solidify in front of her, she spread her legs for him.
"You like?"
Max moaned again, feeling fluid dripping down her legs. "Oh…"
"You are perfect," he said, cupping her breasts and licking her nipples. "Do you want this?"
"Yes, oh yes," Max groaned, her body singing for him as the mist sparkled around them.
"I will change your life. Is that what you want?"
Max nodded, feeling her body tingling with him. "Yes. Change my life."
He climbed on top of her, smiling at the writhing woman beneath him. She is perfect, he thought, so very lovely. "We will enjoy your transformation together."
Max moaned, as he slid into her, and she felt her body burning at his touch. He smiled as he watched her pale skin become golden, as she orgasmed under him, and when she opened her eyes they shifted to emerald green. Her red hair grew to her waist in long curls before being swept up in complicated series of braids and twists she would never have been able to do on her own. Her body grew firmer, as her waist shrunk and breasts grew as he continued to gyrate her.
"More!" Max cried, as she orgasmed again and again.
He was happy to oblige her as the golden bracelets that linked her to the lamp appeared on her wrists, and she gasped in pain.
He sat up, watching as the final changes swept over her. The top that just covered her ample breasts and matched her harem pants covered her new body, and more bangles appeared on her arms. Max cried out as her wrist bracelets burned in her skin, glowing as the lamp on the table did, infusing her and binding her, as her red hair became streaked with the same gold as her skin, and her face grew younger and fresher until she looked no older than 18 on the floor.
Max opened her eyes, her mind clearing a bit, as she saw him looking at her, solid and real, and holding the lamp she dropped. "Who are you?"
He walked around surveying his work and very satisfied with her. "You freed me."
"Freed you?"
"I was trapped in that lamp for centuries," he smiled, fiddling with her red and gold hair. "It was a punishment for the wishes I granted. I was waiting to be freed, to create another genie."
"Genie?" Max repeated, as he checked the gold bracelets on her wrists.
He smiled at her. "Genie. You are a genie."
"Genie?" Max repeated again, as what happened slowly began to hit her. "What? No…I'm not."
"Oh, you very much are," he continued, as she stared at her exposed golden skin in her skimpy outfit and ran her hands over her curvy body. "I don't suggest that."
Max froze in place, unable to move away from him. She tried not to scream as the bracelets on her wrists burned as she tried to step away. Unable to move or think, she was floored by her reflection in the lamp. "That isn't me."
He touched her cheek again. "It is very much you. You will live in the lamp now. I will answer your questions, Genie, before you go inside and wait for your new master."
Max stared at him. "I'm not a genie."
"That isn't a question. You are a genie. You saw yourself. You feel it?" he smiled, holding up the lamp. "You belong in here now. It's calling to you."
Max gulped, hating that she did feel pulled to the lamp. Looking at herself again. "How?"
"You freed me. I needed to be freed to create a new genie. You fit the bill."
"What's going to happen to me?"
"Happen to you? You're immortal, Genie. You're going to grant mortals wishes until one chooses to free you. You're quite fetching," he smiled. "I almost want to keep you for myself. It shouldn't take you more than a few thousand years to convince one."
"Who are you?"
"I was a genie, just like you, punished for my deeds. You freed me, an evil by the gods, and your punishment is to replace me in the lamp," he said. "Now, in the lamp, Genie. Enjoy your new life."
More to Come as Max tries to free herself.