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"Drat! This shack is empty too. Grrr, why do I give those merchants the benefit of the doubt nowadays anyway."

Out in remote lands of Damsca's deserts, it can be pretty rough making a living, especially when you live alone in the slums. This was the case for Victor, a young lad who spent more time thinking about finding treasures and secrets then coming up with the funds to pay for next month's rent or his next meal. Don't let his charming blonde hair and deep green eyes fool you though: he might seem innocent when you first meet him, but he's a real slickster with words. Because of that silver tongue, he's built up quite a reputation as a thief and courier of interesting items over the years to get by. But despite the success he's had previously on turning over large finds or scores from various locations across the desert, he's been down on his luck for the last year, and it's been starting to show in particular with his trust and confidence. Normally, he could get reliable intel on any rumors or tips to hidden gems from town to town by simply chatting up the traveling merchants at inns and taverns, as long as they aren't too drunk to slur. They pay him no mind, he gives them a few coins for the info, and he's on his way. Sometimes he gets lucky with a skull gem of ruby the size of his fist or an exotic horn lined with sandscale chips. Other not so enjoyable moments involve him running out of an inn after not paying a tab because his lastest excavation only netted him a dried up hand covered in bandages and a woven skirt that's been charred on both ends. Making a living off of something your good at had to count for something (even if it involved stealing and pillaging from others).

"Jeez what gives with the heat today" he remarked as he swiped the sweat off his brow. "It never gets this hot out in the dunes. Urg..even this hood is starting to make me itch." His ragged clothing and hooded cloak could only do so much to keep the heat at bay, and his canteen was already half drained from his short lunch an hour ago. The merchants in Fidel mentioned to Victor about a deserted village that lay a few miles outside the city walls and that it once was an excavation site for old artifacts and scholars. Since he heard nothing else interesting all day and he was down to his last funds again with rent for his shack coming up in a week, he was desperate for any lead. And now, standing in the hard dirt as his feet burnt on the leather soles of his feet, he was REALLY wishing to resend that decision to come. When he arrived at the site, he nearly dropped to the ground in disbelief. The city sign was half buried in the sand; nearly half of the buildings were also buried by debris and rock/sand; and the sight of a few vultures swooping by overhead could only signal how much of a good start to the day this was going to be. Shaking his head of the sweat, he regathered his focus and continued his work. "Well so nothing in here, and those 2 shacks across the street had nothing but broken furniture. Hmmmm. Great. Maybe that building looks promising."

As Victor approached the next hut, he reached for the wooden door handle but suddenly paused before turning the handle. His nostrils wiffed in the air. Faintly, he could sense something. "What's that smell?" He looked around in the shade of the hut roof until refixing his gaze at the door. "Is it coming from inside?" Uponing turning the door handle, a loud crack gave loose as the handle busted in his hand, leaving the door still shut. "O perfect! Freaking door. Finally decided to give out when I show up. Heh." Placing his hand on the door, he edged the door with a shove only to find it not wanting to budge an inch. "Come on, move it." After several strong shoves and no movement, Victor stepped back to take a deep breath and in one continuous motion thrust his whole body weight on the door. With a loud smack, the wooden frame finally gave way as the door splintered into pieces from the charge and spilled into the hut, along with a stunned Victor as he lost his footing and failed face first forward. As he slowly tried to get himself up, the stench in the room hit him like a ton of bricks. Rancid and foul. A few feet in front of him along a wall lay a bloated sack of something, dry maggots and flies coming off it's sides. Wasting no time, he staggered backwards and rushed out of the hut before he could get the urge to barf at the sight. "Ok...ok....*huff* dead body in a building. *huff* definitely not worth my time *huff*."

"Alright. What's left to look through?" As he looked around the only places that looked viable left to check were the well near the center of the village and another shack behind it since the one of the other side of the street from it looked to be caved in from the debris or weather. *huff* Taking out his canteen, he shuffled over to the well with slim hopes of getting more refreshment to help further cool off his mood...and thirst. "Sure...it's a desert..but maybe..just may-" With a quick glimpse down the stone hole, he was immediately greeted by sand just a few feet down, along with a beat-up bucket with a torn rope on the side. *sigh* "Woohoo...I'll take 'death from heatstroke' for 500 Pat." With another gulp of water down his throat, Victor calmly placed the canteen back in its holder and willed his aching feet one-by-one forward towards the abandoned building with a quirky smile across his dirt swept face.

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As he stepped on the torn orange rug that stretched across the room to the back, the young wanderer had an epiphany of what this building once was. He only remembered it from being taken to one early in his youth by his father when he lived at his old village. It was a shrine. Though a large opening sat in the roof for sunlight and the side walls were cratered in with rubble and sand, some of the benches and garments on the 3 remaining columns still were somewhat intact. Looking near the back steps that arched up, Victor was shocked to see the altar at the end was still in good shape, despite a piece of marble chipped off the side. "O sweet! Is that marble?!?" A smile of pure excitement filled his face as he rushed down the aisle to the table, immediately dropping to his knees to feel the side legs that held up the whole structure. "For an empty site out here in nowhere I can't believe something like this was here. Even the markings on this thing are legit." Taking one of his last vials of riftveil dust (which he had left over from his last excavation) he tossed some on top of the altar and watched the powder do its work. Riftveil dust was a rare powder that was crafted by mages of the time as a means to give non-magic users the means of simple arcane detection or in accompaniment with a spark from feldspar shavings the ability to briefing dispel magical properties in the target zone. As the dust swirled a bright purple shower in the air, quickly the particles dispersed and scattered around the back of the room. Like homing missiles, they fanned out for any possible targets in the area. "Hah there we go. Think I'm on to something", the youth muttered to himself as the dust finally settled on nothing but a stone near the middle of the altar and an odd water pitcher with a lid that lay on the ground near one of the table legs.

Victor first stepped forward to inspect the rock, being careful as he motioned his now gloved hand to retrieve it. It came across as bewitching in his eyes. A faded amethyst of a rock with 2 silver bands around the base in a X formation, almost as if acting like a seal of some sorts. Judging by the glow of dust, the energy being emitted was small. "Looks like it lost its power from being left here for a while." *gulp* "At least, I hope enough to not shock me or anything worse." After a brief pause, he scooped it up in one motion and jumped back a few paces for good measure. "Cool." Things seemed to be looking up for the boy, until the stone started to shine for a second and then a jolt of energy glanced the side of Victor's hand, causing him to drop the stone to the floor and shake his hand in the air from the brief pain. "Ow ow ow...man that's smarts." Once his hand was fine, he looked back down at the rock that rolled away from him and angrily pointed at it while giving it a verbal reprimand. "Not cool! Damn magical things." He quickly scooped the thing back up and before it could do anything funny he shoved it in his travel sack in one fluid motion. "Let's see you try that again. You can be feisty all you want when I sell you off." With a quick look in the bag, he barked "play nice till then" and pulled the string shut to close it off.

Since the day was starting to wind down (based on the sun angle from the roof opening), Victor figured he couldn't afford time to keep goofing off and made his way to the back of the altar where the other piece of treasure lay on the ground. He knew the marble material on the table was valuable while the other silver cups were too tarnished to sell, but the slabs would be too heavy to haul back for now, so he figured he could probably return for them with a camel and cart. For now, the gem in his bag and the pitcher that lay before him would do. Oddly enough from first glance, only a few dust particles stuck on the silver object and the condition of it was very well maintained compared to the altar silverware. With a shrug, he reached forward and grabbed the pitcher by the side, but it slipped out of his hand and fell back down (probably from the dust and his sweaty glove). Noticing only the rim of the container with a lid had 2 small handles, he instead reached for a handle but it slipped out of his hand again and clanked against the rocky dirt. Already annoyed from the other stunt, he tossed his glove in his bag and with a tight grip seized the pitcher by the base. Suddenly, a small shockwave emitted from around the pitcher in defense of an intruder as it fell on its other side and started to shake violently on the floor. With a stunned look of horror, Victor couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Although the side he initially saw only had a few specks of dust, the entire opposite side was nearly caked in the powder and almost eerie glow that seemed to pulse, indicative of a powerful enchantment. "What the...no way! The arcane presence is coming from that?!?" He was petrified to the core. No part of him could move an inch as he watched a red mist seep from the spout. What did he disturb? Was he done for? "Crap, crap, crap! I...I..I got get out of here! This isn't worth it man!" Snapping himself from the trance, Victor booked it straight down the aisle as fast as he could, eyes dead set on the archway entrance he came from. The room continued to shake from the magical force as Victor dared not to look back in fear of what was coming. He had to run. He had to escape. What seemed like almost a hundred feet to the outside felt like a mile from the terror gripping him as he staggered over a few debris blocks in the sand holes of the carpet. And just as he was within a few feet of the door, his sixth sense kicked in at the last moment. Above the door, several rocks came loose from the wall to come crashing down in front of him, leaving him with a split-second choice to brake and kick-step backwards to avoid being buried in the shower. The entrance was now sealed and slowly the thoughts of doom settled into his mind on what was happening. Victor turned back toward the altar to witness the red mist start to materialize into some entity. With a stream of red energy leaking from the pitcher spout, the mist spiraled upwards into a large torso mass before spanning outward with multiple arms and a smaller cloud rising up along what was the formation of a head. Several cling sounds could then be heard as large golden bracelets locked onto each limb. Finally, facial features began to appear as a pair of dark green eyes now stared at the trembling human that stood before him.

Taking a deep breath that felt like a vacuum, a booming voice nearly blasted Victor off his feet as the entity spoke. "WHO DARES DISTURB MY SLUMBER?"

"It..it is I....V-v-victor of Damsca". What are you doing you fool? he thought to himself. You just pissed off a genie or djinn or some demon, AND YOU THINK SAYING YOUR NAME TO HIM WILL GET YOU-"

"Oh ho ho ho, then it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance young Victor" spoke the djinn in a now calm and more reasonable tone. "You may call me Fizar, and yes I am indeed a genie if you haven't already guessed." Well then, can't say I didn't see that greeting coming, Victor thought to himself as he stared with a stupefied look at the towering entity before him. He knew of genies from tales in his youth, but he only figured they were stuff of legends. I mean magic did exist in this realm as he saw on a regular basis from his travels, yet the presence of these types of beings hadn't been seen or recorded by anyone in hundreds of years. And yet one of their race now loomed a few feet away while conversing with him.

Fizar lifted all of his arms behind his back made a impressive display of stretching before Victor as well as his neck. No doubt he must have been in that vessel for ages and needed the fresh air. As he bent down though, he nearly blushed as he forgot that his bottom half and chest had no garments other the golden armlets. With a snap of his fingers, a pair of orange trousers formed on the bottom in thin air along with a silken green sash that wrapped around his waist to hold it steady. Two more green cords of silk ran across his lower neck and shoulders onto his chest as makeshift scarves to give a more dignified presence. Satisfied with the new change (which Victor even found appealing), he turned his attention back to the youth. "You know Master Victor, you could have at least read the warning I etched on the side before you so rudely woke me." His bottom left arm motioned with a pointing gesture toward the side of the pitcher with some small texted engraved as the djinn brought the object close for Victor to read. {DO NOT DISTURB} "I'm sorry o great Fizar, I'm so so sorry!" he protested as the youth collapsed to the sandy floor before bowing to the djinn. "I only came here looking for treasure. I didn't mean to disturb your sanctum. Please...please don't kill me!!!" Fizar was, safe to say, perplexed at what he just witnessed. "Kill you? Hah. Master, now why would I kill you?" Victor turned his gaze up to the djinn who extended one of his lower arms to help the lad up. "Don't you remember the rules of being a genie from your old stories?" At the sudden realization, it just hit Victor square across the jaw. Of course! You baffoon. You summoned him, therefore he thinks your his master, he stroked his chin as he paced away from the entity. "I'm here to grant you three wishes. If you wish for me to kill you, I TECHNICALLY can do it." As he uttered this, he slowly gestured with one of his free arms an orb of magnified energy as if charging an attack. "No no no. That's alright. I don't need that kind of wish thank you. Heh heh heh." The energy instantly dispersed, and the djinn floated forward to Victor with a set of arms crossing his chest. "Very well master," Fizar spoke while having a calm and assuring smile across his face. Sensing no malice from the spirit, the youth started to feel more relaxed and began to think of a means to make the most of the situation.

"So I ask you again, Master Victor: what is your first wish? Speak of it and it shall be done." "So you'll grant any wish I say yes? No restraints?" Fizar nodded at the notion. Looking again around the room that he lay trapped in, the youth knew where to start. "Alright then. I wish for a way out of here." Fizar raised an eyebrow before a sly smile crossed his lips before announcing "Done." Taking his bottom row of arms, the djinn clasped his hand with a loud thunderclap that shook the room and knocked his master back onto the ground as the sand was blasted back against the walls. Victor rose up and looked around, but still saw nothing change in the room. Gazing back into the djinn's eyes, the spirit pointed a finger back toward the entrance as Victor turned to see the debris that once blocked the way out started to cast itself to the sides to make an opening big enough to squeeze through.

"Awesome! Thanks Fizar."

"It was nothing, Master. Anything I can do for you is no small feat needed."

"Well thank you for the help, but I need to get out of here." Victor pointed up to the ceiling opening, gesturing as the rays of sunlight were starting to die down for the evening. "It will be dark soon out here in the desert and I really need to get back to the city. Thank you for the wishes and all, but I just needed a way out." Placing the pitcher down before the djinn, he gave a wave of his hand as he threw his sack over his shoulder and made a stride towards the exit with Fizar left flabbergasted.

"Wait my lord! You can't leave yet." Victor stopped and turned back to the djinn. "I mean, you still have two more wishes to make. The three wishes must be done if I am to be absolved of my duties to you." As he appeared before the boy, he placed his lower arms on the human's shoulders in a comforting fashion. "I can sense torment and misery in your soul master. Please. Before you go, at least use these wishes to help fix this problem. There has to be something your heart desires. Just tell me what that is and it shall be granted!"

He had to have heard him right. Victor, a somewhat desert thief/excavator, who did what he had to get by on a daily basis, was being shown a great gesture of humility by someone he just met for a few minutes and already seemed to know more of him than he knew in his life. As spirits, seers and mages believed that genies innately possessed a type of life aura that let them connect with and explore the soul/spirit of any living creature or entity that they encountered. As long as the target's mind wasn't closed shut or that their life force aura/will wasn't too strong, the genie could see into the target at what they thought. Of course, Fizar felt that he would never want to forcibly do it on any master he had, but he could sense the faint cry coming from this boy. After all, he only wished to please his master and live by his duties, despite the sorrow even he felt as a spirit. "Why do you not wish to use your wishes, my lord?"

Taking a step back as he looked away for a moment, Victor then returned eye contact with Fizar as he replied. "Because I feel unworthy to be before such a powerful and marvelous entity like you." Fizar crossed his arms, as if implying for an explanation. "I mean I'm a thief that wanders from city to city in these deserts looking for anything shiny to sell. I do it mostly to just get by, but occasionally I have some fun along the way," he continued with a brief smile, before going back to a stern face. "But now that doesn't feel good enough to me anymore. I don't get any joy in it. There's no love in this craft. And let's face it: I can't think of anything to wish for that could make my life interesting." Placing a hand on his side, he stared down and uttered "So yea. That's my reason. I'm sorry to disappoint you." Upon hearing that reply, a light bulb went off in the spirit's head. "Master Victor, I have a proposition then for you, if you'll hear me out." With a tilt of his head in wonder, Victor nodded briefly as Fazir guided the youth back towards the altar.

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"Let me tell you something about myself, Master. I too have felt this way many ages ago." Wiping his head with an upper hand, Fazir continued. "Of course, my reasons were...different. You see we genie's can get rather lonely after we lose our masters. I feel like I'm just a tool to satisfy others and not myself. We don't have freedom." He looked up at the ceiling towards the opening, as the light slowly faded into evening. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy what we do to appease others. It's what gives me some joy as I wait years or centuries for my next master to come. To see that smile or sense their emotion when I fill their wishes." Victor gave an understanding nod after he listened to Fazir's thoughts and couldn't help with sympathize with the spirit. Though he may be a thief on the outside, a part of his mother's caring heart still beat within him. "My apologies master. I didn't mean to take up your time, but the least I could do is remind you that I since a harmonious presence of will in your soul."

"No Fazir. Don't apologize man. It doesn't suit you." Victor rested his arms on the altar as he leaned back to give his tired legs a breather. "Please, finish what you wanted to say."

With a smile, the djinn gestured towards the sack on Victor's side. "May I see that bag for a moment?" Taking a glance down, Victor unstrapped the black leather sack and handed it the spirit. "This stone you found; do you know what it is Master Victor?" The youth shook his head to the side. "Heh heh I figured as much. This is a sending stone. Magical users utilize it to send messages to others from long distance, mostly through telepathy to transfer thoughts. Upon creation, two similar stones are forever linked and can relay messages/feelings from user to user through the stone. You might ask how I know this?" With a spare arm, the djinn reached into his left side trouser pocket and revealed another stone amethyst with a similar silver band formation. As he brought the stones to together, the resonating glow intensified and lit up the entire room under the eve of the night sky.

"No way! You had the other stone with you already?!?"

"Yes, Master. You see this stone once belonged to a child hood friend of mine. My first master. She was a beautiful girl with golden locks of hair and jade green eyes. She found my lamp on this very altar when I was first imprisoned in the container centuries ago. When it was time to leave after her three wishes, I couldn't bear to not see her again. So in a violation of the rules, I made a pair of sending stones and gave one to her. I told her I wished to see her again and that to use this stone to find my location, no matter where I went. She nodded with an excited smile and promised me that day to travel the realms to find me." As Fazir spoke, a few water droplets pelted the ground beneath where he float. "Her was as strong as yours Master. I sensed it before I could no longer feel it. So as a selfish spirit as I was, my last master was already dying and only wished for a peaceful death. I asked him to use one of his wishes before he passed to send me back to a certain shrine, the one where I first met Diana." He looked down at the floor with a solemn look. *sigh* "If the stone was here, then that must mean she...she came back after all."

After pondering it for a moment, Victor pushed himself off the altar with a determined look in his eyes. "So you wanted me to use one of my wishes to give your happiness again. Right?", he said as he looked up at the djinn.

"Yes, Master Victor, that is my humble request." Fazir placed the sending stones on the altar as he extended a hand towards the human. "But I also want you to have that happiness too."

"So what did you have in mind?"

With a narrowed gaze through green eyes, the two locked stares toward one another as the djinn broke the pause. "Do you trust me, Master?" "I...I do." "Then please make your wish, young Victor."

The thief stepped forward to clasp the free hand of the djinn with an acknowledging handshake. "Fazir, I wish for you to find your heart's one true desire!"

"So be it." And with those words, a strong jolt of energy transferred along Fazir's arm as it followed down Victor's slim arm, shocking his very soul. The boy eye's beamed with amazement at act that just unfolded before him as he released his grasp and stared at his arm.

"Huh?" Victor looked confused at what he saw and thought for a second he was hallucinating from the aftershock of the blast. Slowly from the tips of his fingers, the hue on skin began to fade to a more lighter purple hue as it crept down his arm. The hair along his skin was also disappearing, giving a smoother appearance to the change.

"Oh I nearly forgot. I think you won't be needing those rags anymore, Master. They will only shroud your beauty if they stay. Let me fix that." Fazir snapped his fingers and in no time the rags rapidly disintegrated into tiny pieces in a matter of seconds. Snapping out of the trance on his arm, Victor gasped in embarrassment at his predicament. "WHAT THE-?!? Crap, I'm naked! What gives Fazir?!?" He tried his best to cover his manhood as to not make a fool of himself in front of the spirit, yet Fazir only shook his head and chuckled. "Don't worry Master. You don't need to hide anything from me." The djinn reached down and placed a set of free arms on the youth's shoulders to comfort him as he looked him in his eyes. Even as they stared, his body hair continued to vanish while the violet hue had already swept his right arm and most of his chest. "You can trust me young Victor. What I'm doing to you will not only bring me happiness, but will allow me to bring you the greatest joy you will ever experience in your lifetime. Your will is pure and your body is handsome. It made me feel the same way when I first saw Diana, but I was too embarrassed to say my feelings at the time. I didn't want to make that mistake again." "Fazir...I...I never knew you felt this way. You looked stunning for a djinn, even if I hadn't seen one before. But I figured it would be well....heh heh wrong to say it." Fazir shook his head to the side with a warm smile. "Not at all Master. It's the inner beauty we see in others that helps bring about this phenomenon between two beings: attraction. I felt this connection the moment I met you, even if it was brief. As I sit before you, my desire was to never be alone again; to have someone to hold and be with for eternity. That is why you experiencing the changes you are right now. Master Victor, will you stay with me till the ends of time?" Trading back a smile of his own as a tear left his eye, the young thief understood it now. Fate had brought him to this ruined shrine for a reason. It all happened for a reason. He did find one of the greatest treasures he could ever hope to find: a new beginning. With a quick nod, he replied "Yes, I promise." As the words left his now violet colored face, the djinn moved forward and locked lips with his new love in a romantic embrace.

Taking full effect from the magic that poured into the human from the spirit, the transformation effects magnified in a matter of seconds. Victor's once blonde hair shifted to a darker forest green as the strands flowed out like spring, extending his hairline down his back to his waistline. His lips puffed out slightly and took on darker shade of violet to separate the look from his already purple skin. The irises stayed his natural green color, but brightened to give a more pronounced gaze. Even his figure began to shift, becoming lighter as he shifted into a djinn like his mate. His legs slowly faded from the ground as they merged together to form a mist-like tail to let him hover in place. With his hands keeping himself steady on Fazir's broad shoulders, his arms slimmed down from any fat and his midsection took only a curvy, hourglass appearance to give a more seductive focal point. His hips and ass ballooned outward to give a bubble butt and his center muscles became more toned to grant some strength to his now slender body. Since his manhood was no longer needed, it retreated into his now growing chasm that sat between his legs as his new lips formed to welcome him to his new sex. They winked a few times before swelling outward to a small hill and the depths of his vagina opened up further as they released warm fluids to fill the space. Finally, his new clit or g-spot emerged to finish off the change to his lower waist.

Breaking away from their embrace, as well as feeling briefly horny from the rush of hot fluids below, Victor pushed back to marvel in the sight of his new figure as the transformation began to finish. His nails extended and shimmered in the color to match his eyes. He ran his hands down his sides and along his arms to feel how smooth his skin was, sending a jolt of stimulating pleasure down his spine. "Dammmmmn, this feels gooooood. Wait what?" He gasped as his, or rather her now, voice sounded more feminine with a higher pitch. "My voice? I'm a chick now?" "Ho ho ho, I think a lady is to be more precise, Master. But yes, you are indeed becoming a beautiful lady. That is what I intended with my request. Is that alright?" "Of course it is, my love. Err, it's just...gonna take some getting used to. Calling you my love and well... being a female." Fazir approached her from the altar and gingerly took Victor's hand before remarking "You can still call me Fazir if you wish, my lady. It won't offend me in the slightest." "Heh fair enough."

Taking her free hand, she grasped at her at chest area where her pectorals once resided. They had expanded outward now to become firm B-cup size breasts with dark purple nipples on the ends that were soft and extremely sensitive to the touch, leading to a moan from the new female genie. "Ooohhh these feel good. So this is why those dancers moaned so much in the taverns." After a brief moment though, Victor frowned for a moment as if not as satisfied with them. He looked back up at Fazir who was still checking out his new mate, and then returned his gaze back to his bust. "I don't suppose they can be a little bigger can they?" Fazir's eyes widened at the thought, being asked such an indiscrete question. He was gentlemen after all and didn't want to sound naughty with any remarks he could give. "O my um, certainly Master. If that is your desire, it is trivial to fix." Unfortunately as Victor cupped both mounds, her shake of them sent off a pulse of energy from her finger tips into the flesh causing them to slowly inflate until they reached D-cup range. "O crap wh-wh-what did I do?" Both spirits were stunned to see the growth not stop but rather accelerate. Soon her nipples resembled dark plates the size of half dollars and her breasts reached the size of large grapefruits. A mix of shock and joy could be seen on Victor's face as arousal engulfed her from the feeling of growth, but even she could start realize that her chest was getting rather heavy from the change. Eventually the growth went beyond fruit range of melons and stopped at a staggering GG-cup size, leaving the poor girl having to hoist up both mounds with her hands despite being a light spirit now. "Did I do this? Holy crap I over did it." Residing in front of her, a stunned Fazir could only stare at the size of how large his mate's chest had become. The droplets of sweat coming from his brow couldn't be contained any longer as he brushed his head. *cough* "Yes well now that you are a djinn like me Master, you can channel your inner will-fire to wield magic like me. But since you haven't err...gotten used to your powers yet, perhaps you should leave the task to me. I can train you on the arts later on. Anyways, if you want a reasonable and attractive breast size, perhaps this will suffice." Delicately as he could, Fazir clasped Victor's oversized melons with his lower hands and shrunk them down till they were about DD size cups. "Still big to please you, but not overburden you Master."

With a slight pat of them and wiggle, the new djinn smiled in delight of her new look and hugged her lover. "Thank you so much Fazir. I feel wonderful being genie." Rubbing her hands along her hips and near her warm sex, Victor felt slightly aroused for a second as she sized up Fazir from head to tail. New thoughts flooded her senses as she saw a more sexy and macho 4-armed genie that she was now bonded to, and already she was getting ideas on how to properly repay him for the new joy she felt. Snapping back into reality, the two briefly fixed their attention below Victor's mist-tail as a splash was heard. During the whole transformation, she didn't realize just how aroused she actually was as the heat from her loins became apparent. Her sex was leaking fluid on the floor and leaving Fazir quiet embarrassed at the moment. "O heavens I nearly forgot! I'm so sorry Master. In the midst of it all, I forgot to give you a new set of clothes to wear." Victor blushed as she tried to cover up her chest and vagina at the thought of displaying her seductive look so openly to her mate without asking. Melding his upper hand into a clasp as he channeled a vast orb of spiritual energy, Fazir broke the hold of hands as the energy released and showered the purple djinn before him in rainbow mist. Suddenly, a green silken garment of a bright hue swept over down from her waist of her legs as it tailored off at this misty tail. A whoosh could be heard as a golden sash whipped around the top of her hips into a neat knot to hold the garment in place as the outfit touched up on other areas of Victor's form. Her boobs jiggled as a golden ring pierced each of her now firm nipples and another fastened onto her belly button. Her arms were now secured with golden bracelets that were studded with emeralds all the way around, to signify her place as genie now. Even her head some extra jewelry with small golden hoops on each ear and her head fashioned with an emerald framed tiara with an amethyst in the center. "That tiara is actually constructed from some emerald and the sending stone you found earlier," remarked Fazir as he gestured with a finger towards the altar that now had only his sending stone. "Now you can be telepathically connected to my thoughts as long as you wear it, no matter where you are." "Amazing. Thank you again!"

As two chatted briefly, they noticed just how dark in the evening it had gotten. Only the twinkles of the evening sky and the moonlight provided them with light in the area as the day drew to a close. It must've been hours passing by throughout this whole ordeal for Victor, and yet it slowly was still sinking in on this new start at life. "Master Victor, may I ask what you wish to do with your final wish?" The purple djinn tilted her head at the inquiry, obviously forgetting about it. She was still his master and had one wish left to use. Putting a finger over her mouth as she contemplated it for a moment, Victor's face warmed up as the answer hit him square in the skull. "For my final wish Fazir..." The red djinn waited in anticipation as the last words left her lips. "...I wish for your freedom and mine as a djinn and to be with me for all eternity."

At the same time the words hit his ears, Fazir's face lit up with joy and awe as a magic cloud swirled around him. In an instant, sparks flew from the twister and striked at the golden bracelets along his arms, disintegrating them before his eyes. With tears in his eyes, he glanced over to see a similar sight around his mate as her beautiful bracelets also vanished from her. The deed was done and the final wish granted. For the first time since he came of age, no longer bound by the magical pact of being a djinn, Fazir was free. He immediately swept her up in all four arms and embraced her, passionately kissing her for the selfless deed she had just did. She was truly his savior. Fazir knew, from this moment on, he would uphold the vow he made to make Victor's new life truly a wondrous experience and one that would bring more joy to them both in her wildest dreams.

"My dear...master...thank you. Thank you for everything." "You're so welcome, my love. I'm so glad I met you. But tell me, is it really necessary to still call me "master"? I mean, you are free. We are free. We don't have to live in the duties of being a servant as genies to others, as tools." Clasping her hands around his neck and meeting his gaze, she continued. "We can do whatever we want and go anywhere." "My dear, you will always be my Master." "Hah hah fair enough. Then if you wish to call me Master still, then perhaps I should go by something other than Master Victor heh heh." Taking a moment to think, she gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and muttered "From now on, you can call Madam Vicky. What do you think?" Taking a spare upper arm to grace her smooth chin he uttered "It suits you well" as he returned kiss to her cheek in agreement. "Anyways, Madam Vicky, I do think it's too dark to stay out here. Shall we retire for the evening?" With the extension of an arm, Fazir retrieved the pitcher that was once his sanctum that no longer anchored his mist-tail and held it in front of them. "We can stay in my quarters for a while and decide where we would want to go next in the realm later on, if you will."

"How much space is in there?" Vicky laughed. "I was thinking of repaying you for this experience this evening and maybe...trying out this new body of mine. I never read about how genies make love to one another."

Fazir drew a devilish grin about his face as the notion and gingerly took her by the hand before opening the pitcher lid with a spare lower arm. "My dear, let me show you." And with that, a swirl of red mist emptied from the vessel as both spirits were pulled into its quarters and the lid clamped back on top of the container. But even as the container lay standing steady now on the desert dirt in the abandoned shrine, the view moved to be fixed on the text that was written on the side of the pitcher. As light etching was magically pinned along it, new words were added to old ones: {DO NOT DISTURB...FOR NOW}.