Three wishes of Brian

I remember that day like it was yesterday. I had just finished my shift at the pizza place, pockets jingling with a few meager tips. On my way home, I stopped by a quirky antique store on a whim, finding myself drawn to an ornate, old-looking lamp. It was oddly mesmerizing, and before I knew it, I had handed over my hard-earned money for the piece of junk.

As I trudged back to my apartment, I couldn't help but question my sanity. Why had I bought this? I barely had money for rent, let alone ancient artifacts. But there was something about the lamp that was mysteriously intriguing.

Once home, I found myself sitting on my worn-out couch, the lamp in my lap. A thin layer of dust had settled on its surface, making it look duller than it had in the shop. So, I picked up a rag and started to clean it, hoping to bring out its faded splendor.

To my shock, the moment I ran the rag across its surface, thick smoke poured out from the lamp's spout, filling my small apartment. It was so dense that I could barely make out the shape forming in the middle of my living room.

When the smoke cleared, I was staring at a towering figure with an imposing presence. The genie, Al Karam, introduced himself, his voice echoing around the apartment. I sat there, staring at him in wide-eyed disbelief. A genie? It was all so surreal.

He explained that he was bound to grant me three wishes. Any three I wanted. Suddenly, the strange purchase of the lamp seemed to have been a stroke of good luck. After getting over the initial shock, I thought hard about my first wish.

"Alright," I found myself saying, my voice wavering. "My first wish is for financial stability. I want to have enough money so I never have to worry about it again."

The genie merely nodded at my request, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "As you wish," he said, clapping his hands.

As he did so, I felt a strange sensation, a tingling feeling spreading through my body. I didn't know what was happening, but something was changing, I could sense it. I held my breath, unsure of what was to come next, or how my life was about to be upended.

***

The world around me blurred for a moment, as if hidden behind a veil of fog. As the fog lifted, my eyes widened in disbelief. I was standing in the grand lobby of what could only be described as a luxurious mansion. The air smelled of affluence and sophistication, a far cry from the musty scent of my previous dwelling.

A grin spread across my face. Was this all mine? The genie had truly granted my wish. I had wealth, and it looked like I had it in spades.

Then, I looked down. I was standing in a woman's dress. It was a chic bandeau gown, made of some expensive fabric, the color of the deepest ocean. The dress had open shoulders, with a narrow gold top that cinched in around the chest. The dress's ribbon wrapped around my neck, with a large sapphire, set in gold, resting on my chest.

I moved instinctively towards a massive wall mirror, my curiosity piqued. The reflection in the mirror stopped me in my tracks. The beautiful gown looked absurd on my burly, muscular frame. My ears bore long diamond earrings that twinkled as they caught the light, and a heavy diamond ring, studded with another sapphire, sat on the index finger of my right hand.

"Genie!" I yelled, turning to where he still hovered in the room, a smirk on his face. "What is the meaning of this?"

He merely chuckled, a deep sound that echoed in the large lobby. "Well, you see, Brian, magic always takes the path of least resistance. You wanted financial stability and assurance that it wouldn't go away, right? You have it. But the fabric of reality had to be reshaped to achieve this in the simplest way."

I felt a sudden shiver ripple through my body, a prickling sensation that made me catch my breath. I watched in silent horror as the reflection in the mirror began to change.

***

The man in the mirror began to age, rapidly. My once youthful face, full of vitality, started to wrinkle and sag. The youthful man of 23 transformed into a man in his 40s, then his 50s, and finally his 60s. But the transformation didn't stop there. It was as if a time-lapse was playing before my eyes, my body morphing and changing in ways I couldn't comprehend.

And then, I was no longer looking at the reflection of a man. The figure staring back at me was unmistakably female, and even older. My body had become smaller, thinner, and flabbier. A dress that had once seemed out of place on my muscular frame now hung on a body it was intended for.

Al Karam, the genie, broke the eerie silence, "You're turning into a wealthy, elderly widow."

My voice cracked with age as I asked him, "Why a woman? Why elderly? And why a widow?"

"It's easier for a woman to acquire wealth through marriage, and a widow isn't in danger of losing that wealth through a divorce," he explained. "The elderly part? That simply ensures your wealth won't go anywhere until your own death."

In the mirror, I saw an elderly woman with sagging breasts. Between my thighs, instead of a cock, there was a wrinkled, old pussy now.

Just as I was grappling with my physical transformation, a wave of memories that were not mine flooded my mind.

I saw flashes of a life I had not lived. A rich man, a wedding, a life of luxury and power. I recalled vividly the sensation of my husband's cock filling my pussy, the quaking orgasms that once used to ripple through my body. But those sensations were long gone, replaced by the numbness of age. No matter how much stimulation, my wrinkled clitoris and the walls of my aged pussy no longer responded.

I remembered hardships, my husband’s harsh temperament, and the struggle for dominance. But I also remembered his death. I remembered the relief, the freedom, the sudden influx of wealth.

I realized then that I wasn't just Brian anymore. I was also Fiona, a 75-year-old woman who had lived a long, difficult life. I remembered her past beauty, how her face once turned heads. Now, that beauty had faded with time, leaving behind a visage marked by age and experience.

The face in the mirror was no longer a stranger. It was me. Or rather, it was Fiona.

Al Karam's words echoed in my mind, reminding me that I still had two wishes left.

***

Gathering all the strength left in my aged, female body, I turned back to the genie, my mind made up. "My second wish," I began, my voice strong despite my elderly condition, "I want everything to return back to the way it was before I made my first wish."

Al Karam nodded, the smug smile on his face softening a little. "Well, your wish is my command," he said, clapping his hands.

Once again, my surroundings faded into a foggy haze. When it cleared, the grand mansion had transformed into a theatrical dressing room, complete with a vanity mirror outlined with bright bulbs.

I glanced at the mirror, expecting to see Brian, the pizza delivery guy, staring back at me. But no, the reflection was still Fiona, the elderly widow. My face, lined with wrinkles and marked by age, stared back at me, framed by luxurious long, straight blonde hair. Instead of the blue gown, I was now dressed in a theatrical gown, every inch as opulent as the previous one, but this time with a theatrical flair.

And then, just as it had before, the transformation started. The wrinkles on my face began to smooth out, my sagging skin tightened, and the gray strands in my blonde hair turned into a vibrant gold. But, despite the changes, I was still a woman.

"Why am I still a woman, Al Karam?" I asked, my confusion evident in my voice.

"You asked to go back to the way it was before your first wish," Al Karam explained, a smirk playing on his face. "However, the past was changed by your first wish. Before marrying the wealthy man, Fiona was a famous theatrical actress."

***

I watched in morbid fascination as the transformation continued in the mirror. The elderly woman I was slowly morphed into a stunning woman in her prime. The years peeled back, each one erasing the signs of age, until I was left staring at a youthful, vibrant woman of 35.

Memories of the marriage, of old age and loneliness began to recede, becoming faint whispers in the back of my mind. They were replaced by vivid memories of standing under bright stage lights, the thrill of performing in front of a packed audience. I could remember the men Fiona had encountered, the relationships she had, the way she reveled in their attention. The memories were filled with her love for sex, the power she held over men, the way she manipulated them to get what she wanted, like the lead role in a play.

My musing was interrupted by a knock on the door. A handsome man poked his head inside the room, "Fiona, are you ready? Your scene is in 10 minutes." Without waiting for an answer, he shut the door, his footsteps receding along the corridor.

I realized I knew him. He was the director of this theater, a man of influence, of power.

A surge of unfamiliar memories flooded my mind, vivid, lurid, and deeply intimate. I saw myself as Fiona, naked and unashamed, with him above me. I saw his face, twisted in pleasure, as he plunged his cock into my eager pussy. The feel of him inside me, the rhythm of his movements, the satisfied moan that would escape his lips — it was all too real, too visceral.

My heart pounded in my chest as I recalled the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. The way it stretched me, filled me, the tingling pleasure that rippled through me with each thrust. It was a memory I hadn't lived, but one that felt disturbingly real. It sent a shiver down my spine, not of disgust, but of unexpected, unfamiliar arousal.

Suddenly a wave of panic washed over me. I could still remember my life as Brian, but it was growing fainter, clouded by Fiona's vivid memories. The shock of the transformation, my sudden attraction towards men, it was too much to process for my newfound feminine mentality. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I felt like breaking down in tears.

But then, I remembered my last wish. I still had one left. One chance to fix everything. With a deep breath, I pushed down the rising panic, reminding myself that I was still in control. I just had to make my last wish count.

***

Frustration and desperation coursed through me as I blurted out my final wish to Al Karam. "I want to feel attraction towards women, not men. I want to be exactly how I was before all this."

"As you wish," the genie replied. He clapped his hands and vanished, leaving me alone in a room that seemed to be changing once again. The theatrical dressing room shifted, rearranging itself into a student dorm room.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror on the wall, I saw Fiona's face start to shed years. The cozy homewear she wore replaced the elegant gown, fitting her youthful frame perfectly. The transformation continued until a 20-year-old Fiona gazed back at me from the mirror.

The vibrant memories of the theater began to fade, replaced by flashes of a different life: Fiona's student days, filled with studying and rehearsing. But even as these memories rushed in, there was a faint echo of a different life — my life as Brian. It was distant and fading, almost as if I was forgetting a dream upon waking.

The door to the room creaked open, pulling me out of my thoughts. Sarah, Fiona's roommate and girlfriend, entered. A woman who embodied the very essence of femininity, elegance, youth, and sexuality. A 20-year-old African American beauty, barely clothed in a tantalizing nightdress. Her body was slender, lithe with a soft yet strong athletic grace. She boasted medium-sized breasts, perky and firm, nestled above a taut, flat belly. Her wide hips flared out, forming an enviable hourglass figure that ended in shapely, toned legs, her height mirroring Fiona's.

Memories of Fiona's intimacy with Sarah washed over me. Their shared laughter, whispered secrets, heated moments — they filled my mind, stirring a potent cocktail of anticipation and desire. As I looked in her beautiful eyes, I felt a strong surge of arousal, an irresistible urge to kiss her lovely face.

"Come to me, Fiona," Sarah cooed, her lips curling into a seductive smile. The desire in her eyes was palpable, stirring something within me. I could feel my arousal growing, my pussy throbbing with a longing, a shiver of desire skittering down my spine.

***

Her kiss was like liquid honey, sweet and intoxicating, a tantalizing pressure against my lips. Sarah's hands moved with a delicious boldness, tracing lines of arousal across my body. I reciprocated, my own hands mapping the terrain of her femininity, each touch a spark, an affirmation of our shared passion.

"Oh, Fiona," she murmured into my ear, her breath a ticklish brush of heat. Her hands roamed lower, fingertips grazing the smooth skin of my inner thighs, their destination unmistakably my waiting pussy.

My body surged with anticipation, her every touch intensifying the aching throb that resonated within me. Her fingers met their destination, coaxing a gasp from me as they slipped past the soft folds, unearthing a deliciously moist warmth.

"Mmm, Sarah," I breathed out, my voice barely more than a ragged whisper. My body twisted under her skillful ministrations, each flicker of her fingers against my throbbing clit sending spirals of pleasure rippling through me.

As her fingers danced on my clit, her mouth migrated to my neck, each kiss a tender brand that reignited the flush of arousal coursing through me. Her lips then journeyed lower, latching onto my breast with a fervor that made me gasp. She sucked my nipple into her warm mouth, her tongue swirling around the taut peak, her hands expertly guiding me to the precipice of pleasure.

My body arched, my moans filling the room as Sarah's touch, her mouth, her fingers, incited a wild dance of desire within me. The heat coiling in my belly snapped, waves of ecstasy consuming me as my orgasm ripped through my body. A cry tore from my throat, my fingers digging into Sarah's back, the pleasure overwhelming and glorious in its intensity.

For a moment, time stilled, my body floating in the aftershocks of my climax. I was breathless, my heart pounding in my chest, each beat a testament to the pleasure Sarah had awoken in me. With a satisfaction that curled my toes, I realized that I had never felt so vibrantly alive, so completely and utterly consumed by desire.

Looking at Sarah, I didn't find a trace of regret within me. Instead, I found myself embracing the situation, eager to explore this newfound desire. She was the woman of my dreams, her vibrant energy and youth enthralling me. I was willing to accept my new reality, even if it meant being Fiona, just to be with her. The thought of being with Sarah, of sharing intimacy with her every day, was too enticing to resist. For the first time since this adventure with the genie began, I was exactly where I wanted to be.

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