Your Wish is My Command

Jay: The Perfect Body 👠

The light grew warm, spreading through Jay's limbs like a gentle current. His skin prickled as it began to change—blemishes fading away, his complexion evening out. His muscles shifted, softening and reshaping as his frame grew smaller and more delicate.

He felt a strange pull from his penis almost as though it were reverting back inside of him, allowing for a new gap to form. This caused his hips to widen, his waist cinch, and his chest swell into a pair of full, firm curves. His nipples began to harden as they pushed up against the rough fabric of his dress shirt. His face tingled as his jawline softened, his cheekbones lifted, and his lips became fuller almost creating a permanent pout. A cascade of glossy, blonde hair spilled over his shoulders, and he felt a strange weight pulling at his center of gravity.

When the light finally faded, Jay gasped. His voice was higher, sweeter—a melodious tone that was unmistakably feminine. He stumbled to the mirror hanging in the hallway and froze.

Staring back at him was a gorgeous woman. Her hourglass figure was clad in his too-loose clothes, which hung awkwardly on her delicate frame. Wide, almond-shaped eyes framed by thick lashes blinked back at him in shock.

"What... what the hell?!" Jay's hands flew to his face, feeling the soft contours of his new features. His slender fingers traced his smooth jawline, his full lips, his impossibly perfect skin. He looked down at his unfamiliar chest and hips, his legs long and shapely beneath his baggy jeans.

"You said you wanted the perfect body," Zahra said, her tone dripping with amusement.

"This isn't what I meant!" Jay squeaked, his voice cracking with unfamiliarity.

Zahra shrugged. "You didn't specify what kind of perfect. By the average's standards, this is it."

Jay stumbled backward, the foreign sensations overwhelming him. The way his body moved—graceful, fluid, almost erotic, and completely alien—felt like a betrayal of everything he thought he knew about himself.

"This... this is insane," Jay muttered. "Turn me back now!" He demanded.

"Ooh, perhaps I failed to mention this, but my poets require time to regenerate. Unfortunately for you sweetie, I won't be able to grant any more wishes for a full seven days," Zehra replied.

"So you mean to tell me I'm stuck as this?" Jay directed her attention down to his—or her delicate new frame. "As a woman? For a week?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll learn to love being a woman. After all, this is what you wished for. Oh and don't worry my darling, as far as everyone else is concerned, this is who you've always been! Anyways, I'll see you in one week! Too-da-loo!" Zehra quickly evaporated into a fine golden mist before retreating back into the lamp.

Jay sat there lost on what to do next. Did he truly have to live this week as a woman?