The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

James was walking back home. The car he had gotten last summer for his 18th birthday had recently been totaled (luckily he had escaped unscathed), and his parents couldn’t drive him, since they were busy with some project or another that his younger sister, Amy, was working on. Not a great way to start Spring Break.

James walked with his eyes to the ground, only looking up when he came to a crosswalk. That’s when he noticed a strange gleam in his peripheral vision. He looked up and saw a perfectly good table lamp that someone had apparently thrown out, lying on its side in the driveway of one of his neighbors. Normally he would have left such a thing lying in the driveway it now rested in, but something about it drew him to it.

He walked up to the lamp, and picked it up. It felt light in his hands, and he wondered if maybe the reason it was so unceremoniously tossed out was because it was broken. He rubbed some dirt off of the lamp and was very surprised and sparks like fireworks come off of it, and smoke begin to fill the air around him.

When the smoke cleared, he saw a beautiful, exotic-looking woman in what looked like a belly-dancer outfit standing before him. “Your wish is my command master.”

James stood there blinking uncertainly for a few seconds before he started examining the lamp and looking for the cameras that were obviously hiding somewhere. After looking in the bushes and searching his surroundings, he still hadn’t found any cameras.

“Is this for real?” James asked incredulously.

“Yes,” the genie said simply, “this is ‘for real’, as you say. You get three wishes, and then I have to wait for the next person to rub my lamp.”

James looked down at the lamp in his hands. “Isn’t this lamp a little modern for a genie?”

“We have to change with the times. I can make my lamp look like any source of illumination.”

James was still sure that he was being punked, so he said “Alright, if you can really make it look like any source of illumination, make this lamp look like a flashlight.”

The genie nodded politely and snapped her fingers, and before he could say “presto-chango”, James was holding a flash light, which he quickly dropped in surprise. The genie gave him a dirty look and picked up the flash light, pressing it back into his hand. “Be careful, that’s my house your dropping!”

“So, you... live in this thing?”

“Yep,” she said glumly, “for as long as I can remember.”

“So, you really are a genie, then.” James said, still only half-believing it.

“That’s what I said, yeah.” The genie responded patiently.

“Are there any limits to your powers?”

“Pretty much just ‘no wishing for more wishes’...” She walked up to his side gently leaned on his arm and began whispering in his ear, in a low seductive tone, “other than that, any of your fantasies can be made real.”

“Well, if you’re the real deal, then this shouldn’t be so hard: I wish my car was fixed.” James said.

The genie snapped her fingers and right there in front of his eyes was his car exactly as it was before the accident. James stood there, slightly in shock. Even though the flashlight had almost been enough to convince before, he now had no doubts that this was the genuine article. He pulled out the keys he was still carrying around out of habit, and got in the car.

“Do you want shotgun?” he said calling out to the genie that was still standing in the street.

“If it pleases you, master,” she said taking opening the door and sitting beside him.

As they drove back home, James was thinking about all the things he could wish for, when a though occurred to him. “I don’t know you name genie. What should I call you?”

“My last master called me Desiree, but you can call me whatever you want,” she said.

“Well, Desiree it is. We’re going to get to know each other very well...”

“Okay, I think I know what my second wish is.” James said as he finally arrived home.

“That was quick, Master. Most of my masters think long and hard about their wishes, once they waste their first on something like you did.”

“What do you mean that I wasted my wish?”

“Oh nothing, master. It’s just that you wished for your car to be fixed, instead of wishing for an expensive car you’ve always wanted, or the ability to transform into car, or to make cars materialize whenever you willed it, for example. Considering the possibilities open to you, you went for a really modest option.”

James realized that she was right. Even though he had been testing her abilities, he still had his totaled car on his mind, and he let that affect what he wished for.

“On second thought, I’m going to think a bit and get the wording right,” James said, getting out of the car. “Can you go back into your bottle now? I don’t think I’m ready for everyone else to see you.”

“As you wish, mast—”

“Wait, I had one last question to ask you. What would you wish for?”

“Oh, that is simple master. I wouldn’t want a big, fancy mansion or power and prestige, or anything like that. I’ve seen those wishes a thousand times and they never make anyone truly happy. I’d wish for the simple things. A normal human life. A family, friends, all the things that people take for granted. That is what I’d wish for.”

“Hm. Genie, if can get the wording right on my next wish, then I might try and use my third wish to give you what you want.”

“Thank you master, that’s very kind of you. I will go to my bottle now.” And in the blink of an eye she was gone.

James ate dinner with his family once they all arrived back home, and they watched some old movie that was on TV. James barely paid attention to everything that was going on around him, his mind still reeling with the possibilities that lay before him.

When he went up to his room to get ready for bedtime, he rubbed the flashlight and the genie appeared before him.

“Alright, I think I’ve got it. I wish that anything I say about someone while touching them would become true.”

The genie snapped her fingers.

“Did it work? I don’t feel any different.”

“Why don’t you test it for yourself, master?”

He crept out of his room and looked for someone nearby. It seems he was in luck, because he saw his sister walking to her room on the other side of the stairs. She was still sporting the tomboy look she always did, short hair and baggy androgynous clothes.

James grabbed her hand to keep her back, and said “your hair’s really long today, isn’t it?”

He realized that his words hadn’t changed her at all. Her hair was down to her waist like it always was.

“So? What’s your point? I always grow it this long.”

Maybe he didn’t make contact with her hand long enough. He had to test it one more time. He tried to casually brush her hair out of her face as he said, “You’re wearing especially girly clothes tonight, what’s the occasion?”

His face twisted in confusion for a second, as he saw that for a second time his powers had had no effect. He didn’t know what he expected, but she stood there in the cute summer dress she had proudly showed him last week. The same as before.

“What are you talking about? I always dress like this.”

James stood there a little sad that it hadn’t worked. “You’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking... goodnight,” he said, before shuffling embarrassed back to his room. He realized that he’d have to ask the genie what went wrong with the wish when he woke up tomorrow.

“I don’t understand, master. I worked my magic like I always do. As far as I know, I granted your wish.”

“Well, if it’s granted, how do you explain the fact that my sister’s hair is just as long as always, and she’s not dressing any girlier than usual?” James replied to his confused genie.

“I cannot explain it, master. Maybe the magic is just taking a while to work. Test it out throughout the day, and if you find that it’s still not working, I’ll see if I can’t bend the rules and get you a wish to replace the one that didn’t come true.”

“Great, of all the genies I could get, I had to get the defective one!” James grumbled.

“I’m sorry, master!”

“Just go back in your lamp for now.” James said putting the flashlight away on his night stand before walking downstairs.

He sighed, before hearing the doorbell ring. Jennifer! How could he have forgotten!? He quickly threw some clothes on, and ran downstairs to answer the door.

“Hey, Jennifer! I almost forgot that you were going to pick me up.”

At the door was his girlfriend Jennifer. She was a bookish girl with blond hair and glasses. While she was middle-of-the-pack in terms of looks, she was on track to be the valedictorian of the school. James loved having conversations with her, and was always learning something new about topics she was passionate about. He just wished she’d let loose and have fun a little more often.

“How could you forget, silly? Your car got totaled didn’t it?”

James looked a bit sheepish, before saying “Yeah... of course my car got totaled.” He followed her to her car and took shotgun.

“So, where are we going today?” James asked.

“To the museum of natural history,” she replied.

Since they started dating, they traded off who picked their date spots, and liked to surprise each other. James preferred normal dates, but she seemed to treat their dates like school field trips.

He rubbed her back affectionately, and jokingly said “Didn’t you want to go to the beach, babe?” knowing that the answer was going to be “no” like it always was. Even on Spring Break.

“Of course, honey. Where else would we go? It’s Spring Break!” she said the last bit excitedly. “You brought your swim trunks, right?”

“Of course. I was pretty sure you were going to take us to the beach.”

“Aww, no fooling you, honey.” she said with a fake pout, “I’ve got a bathing suit I think you’ll really like.”

He smiled, excited at the prospect.

They arrived at the beach, and got into their swim suits. They played out in the sand for a while, and eventually cuddled together under an umbrella. James was enjoying himself, even if the talk of math and science was only occasionally punctuated by more “normal” conversation. Even though he was a little tired of it, he still loved everything about her.

“So, what do you think of my suit?” she asked.

He looked down at the skimpy red swimsuit she wore. On a model, this swimsuit would have turned any 9 into a solid 10, but with her more modest looks, it made her maybe a low 7.

“I love it babe, you fill it out so well. It matches your beautiful face perfectly.”

James was a little taken aback by the erection that he got after said that. It was true though. Her perfect hourglass shape made it hard to concentrate. Her breasts had been the biggest in the class since middle school.

“That’s so nice of you to say. How’d I get lucky enough to get you as a boyfriend?”

“I don’t know, babe,” he said, a little unsure of himself. How had he landed such a catch? Here he was on the beach, with one of the hottest and smartest girls in school, and she thought she was lucky to have him.

Jennifer quickly changed the subject, “Hey, you know that I geology research I was telling you earlier?” Uh oh, James thought—here she goes again. “I’ve learned some absolutely fascinating things about igneous rocks. Want to hear?”

Just like that, it was back to her studies. He usually loved conversations with her, but sitting here on the beach, he just wanted to enjoy her company and talk about trivial nothings with her. He wished that she could turn off her brain just for a few minutes. It was like she couldn’t get her mind off research for more than 5 minutes. Like reverse ADHD. Then he had an idea. He still hadn’t had a chance to see if his second wish had finally taken effect, so he reasoned now might be a good time to test it out on his girlfriend. If it worked, they could enjoy the day together, and then he could turn her back at the end of the day.

“I’m actually thinking about writing a paper—”

He put his finger over her lip to quiet her and said, “You don’t want to talk about complex things like that, right? Your brain can only handle simple thoughts like having a wild, sloppy time with your boyfriend at the beach.”

He looked into the blank eyes of his girlfriend. “Ummm, like... maybe you’re right. What was I, like, even saying?” she said.

James frowned as he thought about it. “I don’t remember. Who cares though, let’s just sit here and enjoy the beach.” He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had been trying to test out his powers, but why would he want to make his simple-minded girlfriend even dumber? ‘Oh, well’ he said, it doesn’t seem to have made any difference in her limited intellect, thankfully.

Their day in the sun went on, and James enjoyed himself. It was around lunch time, so he sent Jennifer to one of the beach stands to get them food. She came back holding three orders of nachos.

“Just nachos?”

“Like, yeah. I think the shop must have been, like, foreign, because I couldn’t understand any of the other foods. What’s ‘pisay’?

“What’s what?”

“Pisay”

“Spell it for me.”

“Ummmm. It’s hard to remember, it’s like p, i, that backwards pointy s—”

“What?”

“You know, the backwards pointy s. It, like, looks like a sideways lightning bolt.”

“You mean ‘z?’... Did you the sign you saw look like this?” James began drawing in the sand.

“That’s the one! Pisay!”

James looked at her in surprise. He knew she had her ditzy moments, but this one took the cake. Oh well, he wasn’t dating her for her brains.

“Babe, that says ‘pizza.’”

“Ohhh, that makes, like, so much more sense.”

“Well, anyways. The nachos are getting cold, we should eat up.”

She clumsily ate the nachos. When he noticed that she somehow spilled on her glasses (was it even possible to forget how to he nachos?), he touched her shoulder and said “You don’t need to wear those glasses. You just wear them to look smart.”

“You, like, know me so well,” Jennifer gasped in surprise, while taking off her glasses. “I thought I could make you think I was, like, smart by wearing glasses, but I guess I was too dumb.” She said sadly

“It’s okay Jennifer. I’m smart enough to pick up the slack for both of us.”

It wasn’t the most elegant thing to say, but it apparently was enough to comfort Jennifer, and they finished their meal in peace. James was a little bummed out that his power didn’t seem to have any effect on things. Though he didn’t know what he expected trying to make Jennifer not wear glasses, when she didn’t in the first place.

They enjoyed the rest of the day together. A group of teens on the beach invited them to a party at one of their houses on the beach. There was dance music and plenty of booze to go around, and James and Jennifer had a wild make out session on the couch. They would have gone farther, but James’ mom ended up calling him and reminding him to come home at a reasonable hour.

As they stumbled over the beach and back to the car, he realized that they were both too drunk to drive. He walked over to Jennifer and touched on the shoulder while he said “You’re gonna drive ush home, because you’re finally shobering up.”

It was true, of course. He didn’t know how she did it, but she had always been able to drink people under the table and then be good to drive in record time. He handed her the keys, and after she finally figured out how to start the car (not an encouraging start to the trip), they were on their way back home.

When they arrived at his house, they shared a long kiss goodbye and as an afterthought Jennifer said, “Can I, like, copy your Honors Geology homework again, honey?”

James looked in surprise at her. “Of courshe, babe. I want both of ush to graduate from high shchool!”

He couldn’t help her with everything, but he had always “helped” her with as much of her homework as possible. It might have been part of why she still dated them, even though he could think circles around her. It was senior year, and she was so close to graduating with barely passing grades, so he was helping her out more than ever. She took Honors classes to be with him, but that meant he had to work twice as hard to hide her ignorance from the teachers.

Spring break finished up, and James enjoyed every second of it. At one point his younger sister had confronted him about a genie or something like that, but he had just pressed his hand to his chest and said “I don’t know anything about that.” After she questioned him a little more, she walked away with a confused look on her face, holding an old desk lamp or something.

Maybe it wasn’t too weird to think that he had a genie. After all, his car had magically fixed itself, and he had the power to change people he was touching (not that it ever seemed to work), but that’s just the way his tiny corner of the world worked. Genies? Those were just fairy tale notions as far he was concerned. Ever since that conversation, his sister had started acting strange.

Amy seemed to be trying to hide something, but what a world famous 23-year old model would want to hide, he couldn’t say. Right before he said goodbye to his older sister to go to school, she had a strange favor to ask of him. “Hey, my friend Desiree wanted you to put your hand on your chest and say, ‘I always remember when I change things.’”

“Who’s Desiree, and what does that even mean?” James asked.

“She’s just a friend. Could you do this little thing for me, please? She said she owed you one.”

James realized Desiree must have been one of her modeling buddies that she brought around the house sometimes. “Okay... if it means that much to her ‘I always remember when I change things.’ There, you happy?”

Amy nodded happily, and they parted ways.

“Gosh, what was that about?” he wondered as he got in his car to go to school.

Honors Geology was rough. Not for James, he did fine, but the teach Ms. Maycomb, asked Jennifer a simple question in front of the class, and Jenifer had answered it wrong. Ms. Maycomb kept drilling her about the answer saying “I’m sure you know this dear, you always do well on the homework,” but of course Jennifer didn’t know anything about igneous rocks (maybe even rocks in general. This semester had been rough.) Finally, when Jennifer was almost in tears and unable to answer the question, Ms. Maycomb finally let up and said, “See me after class Jennifer, we have something to discuss.”

James grew worried that the cheating that had carried her through high school was finally going to fail. He knew that he would need to spy on the meeting after school.

The “conversation” between Jennifer and Ms. Maycomb was not a fun one for James to overhear at the door. He couldn’t perfectly hear, but what he did hear worried him greatly.

“—know you been cheating—” “—be expelled from this school—”

After listing for 10 minutes, he decided it was time to try to take action. Even though his powers had never worked before, he hoped they would finally work here.

He barged into the room. “Ms. Maycomb, stop being so hard on Jenny!”

Ms. Maycomb looked up, “don’t think I don’t know you’ve been helping her, you little brat!” and she walked over and grabbed him roughly by the wrist in order to try and force into a seat next to Jennifer. He grabbed her hand and said, “You’re going to stop moving now.” And for the first time in his memory, his power actually worked. Ms. Maycomb stood rooted where she was.

“Who are you to criticize Jennifer and me, she’s smarter than you. Isn’t that right, Ms. Maycomb?”

Ms. Maycomb nodded dumbly, the sharp look in her eyes replaced by a dull one before his very eyes. James felt ecstatic that his powers had finally started working. “In fact, you’re just a student like her, right? Although, you’re in special education. No wonder you’re old enough to be a teacher.”

James said, as Ms. Maycomb’s smart business suit was replaced by a Big Bird T-shirt, and a line of drool began to trickle down her check.

“Hey, stop, like, being mean to Susie, James! It’s not cool to pick on special ed students.” Jennifer yelled at him.

“I’m sorry babe,” he said going in to hug her, “we should let Susie Maycomb be. Come here Susie. You shouldn’t wander off like this,” and he led the former teacher back to the special ed room.

“Thank you J-james,” Susie managed to get out. “You’re a super nice boy!” She had the biggest smile on her face.

James smiled darkly. He was going to have more fun with his power later, but he thought he’d leave her until the end of the day. He and Jenifer were late for their next period after all. The rest of the day passed uneventfully.

He went up to the special education room just in time to catch up with Susie before they put her on the short bus home. “Hey, Susie could I talk to you for a minute?” Her handler nodded, and she tottered over to where he was.

“Susie, your mind is back to being that of a teacher, but you still remember how you spent today,” he said as he grabbed her hand to shake it.

Ms. Maycomb looked down in horror at what she was wearing and wiped the drool from her face. “What the hell is going on? What did you do to me?” She started trying to pull her hand away from James.

“You’re calm right now,” said James and after making sure it was true, he said “Ms. Maycomb, I’ve worked really hard to get Jennifer through high school, and you’re not about to get rid of all my hard work. Is that understood?”

Ms. Maycomb shook her head, “do whatever you want to me, but I have a responsibility as an educator. I don’t care if you turn me back into a drooling idiot again, I won’t change my tune.”

“I was afraid you’d say that. Maybe another demonstration of my power is in order.” He grasped her still calm hand firmly and said, “You are now a high school cheerleader. You’re the second hottest girl in school, and not the brightest bulb in the bunch. You will occasionally remember who you really are, and realize what I have done to you, but you will still be stuck in the persona of a high school cheerleader when this happens.”

Before his eyes, Ms. Maycomb’s face looked much fresher, and her Big Bird outfit was replaced with a flattering miniskirt and midriff-bearing top, in the school colors. “Ohmygosh! I’m late for practice. Let go of my hands loser, I’ve got to get to practice.” And she ran off.

Jennifer walked over right at this moment. “James, why were you, like, holding Susie Maycomb’s hand?” Uh oh, he thought. How was he going to get out this one?

“Come here, babe” he said trying to pull her in for a hug. “You’re not angry about what you just saw. After all, you’re a cheerleader, too. She was just telling me something to pass on to you.”

Jennifer’s outfit changed to a cheerleader uniform as well, and she was smoking. James actually felt pretty good about this change. After all, her previous extracurricular activities had consisted of Speech and Debate and Science Olympiad. Neither of which she had excelled at. No, that was an understatement. For whatever reason, her entire schooling career consisted of her pushing herself to do things which, if she was honest with herself, she was too stupid to do. It was strange, if you looked at the things she’d tried, you’d say she looked more like a star student than hopeless bimbo.

“Oh well”, James thought. “No use dwelling on such things, I now have a hot cheerleader girlfriend, I’m not about to pass up this opportunity.”

Jennifer ran off to practice, and James stopped her right before she got to her team. “Hey, it’s a shame you forgot your sports bra today. Guess you’ll have to do with no support, if you know what I mean.” She smiled dumbly at him and said, “Yeah, I must have, like, spaced it. Oh well. Have fun watching today, honey.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and went to practice.

James enjoyed watching practice that day. Jennifer put on quite a show, with her massive breasts bouncing nicely after every action. Jennifer wasn’t the only eye candy there. All of the cheerleaders were 9’s and 10’s, and he couldn’t pick a second favorite behind Jennifer.

After practice, all of the cheerleaders started to go back to the changing rooms, and a plan formed in his head. He decided to stop Jennifer before she went into the changing room. He went in to hug her, and felt his pants get tighter, as he got to feel her toned, sweat-covered body against him. “I want you to get me a meeting with each of the cheerleaders from the senior class one at a time. Can you do that, babe?”

“Like, why do you need me to do that?” Jennifer asked.

“You don’t need to know, just do as I ask.”

He spent the night with his cheerleader harem. Once Jennifer had peeled them off one by one, the rest was simple. Now everyone one of the school’s cheerleaders was sleeping in his room. Space was a little tight, but that was the last thing on his mind. It had been a great night. He woke up Susie Maycomb, and said “Hey Susie, do you remember who you really are?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” she asked.

“Oh sorry... You remember being Ms. Maycomb.”

“Ohmygosh, what did you, like, do to me?”

This was interesting. Instead of returning her to normal, he seemed to have given her cheerleader persona the memories of her adult self.

“See what I can do Ms. Maycomb? You don’t want to be a teenager again, do you?”

“What are you, like, talking about? This is totally awesome! A dream come true. I wish I wasn’t so much of a, like, ditz, but I could get used to being this way. Especially if it meant being with you James.” She snuggled up close to him. He had almost forgotten some of the changes he had made to the cheerleaders. Well, it wasn’t how he planned on getting rid of Ms. Maycomb, but making her part of his harem was as good a way as any.

“Oh, wow,” she said, “I can remember, like, not being your love slave, but it doesn’t feel like it matters. That’s, like, weird, isn’t it?”

“Hm, must be because you still remember your true self, Ms. Maycomb.”

“Oh, ew. I don’t want the mind of an old fogey.”

James thought for a second. He planned to turn everyone back the next morning, but he liked Ms. Maycomb’s cheerleading persona. However, he realized Ms. Maycomb would need to get back to her life eventually. Maybe a compromise would be in order.

“Okay, class” Ms. Maycomb said, “this is, like, a really pretty rock. It was formed like, a few decades, or centuries, or... what’s the word? I don’t know, like a really long time ago.”

Ms. Maycomb was back in her adult body, but not in her adult mind. James decided he liked her cheerleader persona, and it seemed like all the male students in the class agreed. It’s possible that her wearing her cheerleader outfit as she taught the class helped them along in the assessment. On her adult body, the fabric of the top was being stretched to the limit, and he skirt was dangerously short. James got the impression that every boy was waiting for her to drop something, so that she could bend over and pick it up.

Nobody learned much, but most of the people didn’t mind. James glanced over at Jennifer, and saw that she was actually taking notes for once. Seemed like she was happy to finally have an instructor who taught on her level. James felt bad for her. Maybe he would throw her a bone and make her a little bit smarter later. He grew tired of constantly having to explain things to her, even if she was sexy as hell. He needed a little more substance in conversations. He was actually a bit surprised that he had been shallow enough to be with a dumb girl just because she was smoking hot, but that thought was quickly forgotten when class finished up and she caught him by surprise by yanking him into the girls restroom and pulling down his pants in one of the stalls.

“Does this feel good?” she said, as she began to suck on his still hard cock.

“Y-yeah, that’s really good. Keep doing that. You are the best person in the world at blow jobs after all.” James said while his hand gripped her head. What followed was pure ecstasy. She licked and sucked like a pro, and that gave James an idea.

“You’re not a high school student anymore. You’re a 25 year old stripper, and a high school dropout. I’m just another client from one of your side jobs, as far as your concerned.”

Before his eyes, her normal high school clothes were replaced with a sexy nurse’s outfit.

“That’ll be 25 bucks, big boy.” she said. “High school discount. Glitter’s always happy to help a young man figure women out.”

“Of course,” James said. “Where do you work again?”

She gave him the address of a shady strip club in town, and left. He thought it would be fun to try and “retrieve” her later, and restore her back to normal.

As he left the bathroom after her, he saw guys gawking as she walked out of the school.

After school, he was heading to his car, when he received a big surprise. Amy Hart (the Amy Hart) was walking towards him, looking just as sexy as all her magazine covers. Clearly they didn’t need to Photoshop this beauty, but why was she at his school and walking towards him? She had a worried look on her face.

“U-uh, you’re Amy Hart, right? I’m your biggest fan.” James said.

“Oh no, not you too! Please tell me you remember me, James?”

“I mean, I’ve seen you on tv and—”

“That’s not what I mean! Don’t you remember, I’m your sister?” Amy Hart said to him.

“I feel like I would remember Amy Hart being my sister.”

By now a crowd of students had gathered, and some students were trying to get Amy’s attention, asking for autographs and the like.

“We can’t talk here. Let me in your car and drive us home.”

James was a bit surprised that this was all happening. He wondered if this was some sort of side effect of his powers, but he wasn’t about question a gorgeous world famous model asking to get in a car with him. When they were safely in the car and away from the crowd, the discussion resumed.

“James, this is going to be a bit hard to believe, but I’m your sister.”

“You already said that, it and it was just as unbelievable the first time,” James said, cocking his eyebrows.

“No, please you’ve got to believe me. I found a genie, the same one you found—”

“I’ve never seen a genie in my life.”

She looked angrily at him, “oh please, James. Remember when your car just randomly fixed itself? Or when you gained the power to change reality by touching people—”

“How do you know about that?”

“James, you can’t be this thick. These kind of things don’t just happen. Do you really think you just woke up with magical powers?”

James considered this for a moment, it was a little strange.

“But if that was a genie, why don’t you have three examples to point out?” James said.

“It’s because I snuck into your room before you made your last wish.”

“Okay, I think I’m following... Wait a minute! Was your wish to become a famous model?”

“Now you’re catching on, James. Yes, I wished for the life I have now, but my last wish somehow caused me to not be related to you guys anymore.”

“What wish was that?”

“I don’t want to tell you that now.”

“Come on, sis,” James said, putting his hand on her shoulder “you can—”

She flicked his hand away before he could use his power. “Keep your eyes on the road, and don’t you dare use your power unless I let you. What kind of brother are you?”

“One who just met you, I guess.”

She sighed in frustration and continued. “I was hoping since you had one last wish, you might be able to change me back into your sister if we found the lamp again?”

“You mean you don’t have it anymore?”

“No, but I know who does. It’s a stripper who lives downtown. Jennifer is her name, but her stage name is Glitter.”

“Wait, what is this stripper’s last name?” James asked with a gulp.

“Umm... it was Jennifer Randall. I can’t actually think of why I sent the lamp to her. I thought I knew her for some reason.”

“I... think I know why. She used to be my girlfriend.”

“You don’t mean you—”

“Yeah,” James said sheepishly. “I changed her, but I was going to change her back. It was just supposed be a day of harmless fun.”

“Well, we need to get to her and get the lamp.”

“Wait, why do we need the lamp? Can’t I just use my power and change you?”

“I don’t know if I trust you—”

“Look, even if I don’t remember you being my sister, I’d never do anything bad to a family member. You can trust me to do the right—”

“You turned your girlfriend into a random stripper, forgive me if that doesn’t inspire confidence in your self-control,” she said in voice dripping with venom.

“Gosh, you must really be my sister, because only a sister would be this much of a buzz kill. Just trust me, here...” He reached out his hand to touch her shoulder. She looked ready to brush him off again, but her expression softened and she let his hand stay. “You’re my sister again.”

“Did it work?” she asked, “do you remember me again?”

“No, I don’t. Sorry.” James replied.

“Ugh. I was afraid it wouldn’t work. The residual magic of your power isn’t enough to undo a genie wish. Only another genie wish can do that.”

“So, we need to get the lamp?”

“Yeah, we need to get the lamp. Looks like we’re going to have to pick up your girlfriend.”

The name of the club was “Trance”, and James and Amy walked in without any argument from the bouncer. James was amazed that just by carrying herself differently, she looked like a completely different person. He never thought Clark Kent was a good disguise for Superman, but without changing a single thing about her outfit or look, no one seemed to be recognizing her as Amy Hart.

“How are you doing that? I would have expected someone to have recognized you by now?”

“I got the idea from an anecdote about Marilyn Monroe. Apparently, she was being interviewed in public, and the interviewer was surprised that no one was coming up to them. So, she asked if she wanted them to see her, and he replied ‘yes’, so she starts walking different, carrying herself more like the characters she played in the movie and suddenly everyone starts flocking to—”

“Okay, I get the picture. You’re a master of human psychology. I think I see Jennifer, er, Glitter.” James said.

Boy did he see Glitter. She was up on the stage doing a strip tease in the Nurse’s Outfit he had seen her in earlier. She had only just taken off her hat, and was proceeding to slowly unbutton her smock. He was considering himself lucky to have her as a girlfriend, when he remembered that she now had no idea who he was. How was he going to get up to her so he could get her back to normal?

He continued to watch the show as she sensuously removed her bra, and then socks, and panties. She was good at her job, and the patrons in the club realized it. When she was done, she walked off the stage, and the announcer said, “That was the lovely Glitter, if you liked what you saw, she’ll be in the back giving lap dances.”

“That’s our chance,” Amy said, clearly a little uncomfortable with their surroundings.

James didn’t need to be told twice, and they asked the bouncer in the back to get a lap dance with Glitter. Amy ended up paying the price, and the bouncer explained to James that he was to just sit there, and not touch the dancers at all. “This is going to be tricky,” James thought.

He got into the room, and Glitter soon joined him. She was in a lacy white bra and panties, and looked at him curiously. “Aren’t you the high schooler, I helped out earlier today?”

“Yeah, I guess I’m here to get the full Glitter experience” he said.

“Well, you know the rules. I may have done more under the table, but here you don’t touch me. Think you can do that?”

“Uh, yeah. I’ve got it.” James said nervously.

As she started to dance, rubbing her body sensuously over his hard prick, he was enjoying the ride she was taking him on. It wasn’t the same as the blow job had been, but it was still taking his mind away from the job at hand. He started glancing at the bouncer to see when he would get a chance to touch her and turn her back to normal. He finally got an opportunity when Amy saw that he wasn’t making his move, and began chatting up the bouncer.

He tried touching the writhing form before him, and choked out the words “You are—”

But she ended up shoving his hand away. “Not while I’m on the job.”

The bouncer stopped being distracted by Amy’s talking and came up to James. “Is there a problem here?”

“No, he’s fine. I just imagined he was touching me, that’s all.”

“That’s what I thought,” the bouncer said as he walked back to the entrance, careful not to let Amy distract him.

“At this rate I’m never going to get her back to normal,” thought James. “I guess, desperate times call for desperate measures.”

Just as he was about to finish, he stood up and groped the breasts of his former girlfriend, “Your mind is back to normal. Also—”

But he didn’t get the last part out, the bouncer was on him before he had time to think, and he was forcefully removed from the club and thrown down to the ground. “Don’t come back buddy!” they spat at him and took his picture. He guessed he wasn’t coming back here any time soon.

Amy came out and helped him up. “Did you manage to turn her back?”

“I don’t think so. I—”

But he got his second surprise of the night when he saw Jennifer come out of the club and slap him right in the face. “You asshole! What did you do to me? Why do I look like this?” She shouted at him.

She kept slapping him, and between her blows he could barely get an explanation out. It took Amy pulling her away and restraining her before he actually managed to say, “I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be, but I was going to change you back.”

“Oh yeah, when were you planning to change me back, huh? How long was I going to spend as a bimbo too dumb to tie her own shoes?”

James looked at her confused. “What do you mean? I didn’t make you any dumber when I made you a strip—”

“I’m not talking about being a stripper you jerk. That was bad, but it wasn’t as bad as leaving me a bubble-headed, bubble gum chewing bimbo. I was on track to be valedictorian, and you made me too stupid to know 2+2=4.”

James was very confused. “Was this one of your wishes, sis?”

Amy shrugged as best she could while still holding Jennifer back, “can’t be, you wouldn’t be able to change her back if it was.” Then she thought for a moment, and it came to her, “Oh that’s why Desiree—”

“Who the hell is Desiree, and why is Amy Hart holding me back?” Jennifer asked. “Did you do weird things with her head to?”

“No, I’m his sister, and I—”

“You did you asshole! Change her back! Change everyone you changed back! And,” she managed to push Amy to the ground, “let go of me you brainwashed bitch.”

James was about to try another tactic to calm her down, when Amy cut him off. “Look I think I can explain everything. Just calm down and let me explain.” Jennifer didn’t look any less angry, but she seemed willing to listen.

“See, James found this genie—”

“What the crap is this story? Try again, bitch.” Jennifer retorted.

“Listen to the whole thing before you interrupt, there’s going to be a lot of unbelievable stuff in the story, but I need to explain the whole thing for you to understand.”

Amy caught Jennifer up on most of the events she knew about, then said speculatively, “I think the reason James doesn’t remember turning you into a bimbo is because he couldn’t remember the changes he made to people until I, I mean Desiree, helped him. She realized that the changes he was making were affecting him too, so he had to use his power on himself to keep his memory.”

“Wait, so you’re saying that there are changes I’ve made that I can’t remember?” James asked.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Isn’t Jennifer different from how you remember her?”

James looked at Jennifer. The girl he remembered helping cheat through middle and high school. His girlfriend. Even with the body of a stripper, he could tell that this wasn’t the Jennifer he knew and loved. She had a sharp intelligence in her eyes, and carried herself in a very formal manner.

“So, you’re the real Jennifer?” he asked.

“Yes. Straight A student, not some silly bimbo. And your former girlfriend. After all the shit you put me through, we’re done you bastard.”

Even hearing it from a completely different Jennifer than he remembered, he was hurt. The girl that he had gotten to know since Middle School was breaking up with him. “Well,” He started and realized his eyes had started to water up.

“Well,” he continued, “that’s fair I guess. I guess you want me to turn you back.”

“Yeah, and give me my real body, not some brainless slut’s.”

James sadly walked up to Jennifer, and touched her on the shoulder. “You’re back...” in that moment he tried to imagine life without his Jennifer. She may have been dumb as a brick, but she was kind and she loved him. They always supported each other, and now that was all going to be gone, just because some Jennifer, the real Jennifer broke up with him. “...to the way you were this morning.”

Before his eyes Glitter the stripper disappeared, and was replaced with the hottest girl in school, with a dull look in her eyes. “Oh, honey. Where, like, are we? What is this... what’s the word. Oh yeah, place” she finished with slight smile.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe now,” he said, embracing her. “I’ll never let anything happen to you again babe.” She returned the hug, and he was happy to have her back.

“Enough chit chat with your girlfriend,” Amy said, “we need to get the lamp and make me your sister again.”

“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.” James said. He was glad that his sister had apparently not noticed the change. “Jennifer, do you have a lamp that you got recently?”

“Oh, yeah. Totally. It was really pretty. I, like, saw it and it was so sparkly I knew I had to have it.”

“Great, can you take us to it now?”

“Like, anything for my beau,” she said.

They got to the lamp in Jennifer’s room. James rubbed it, and was surprised to see Desiree. “Oh master, you found me again. I’m so happy! You can finally get your last wish.”

“Oh, um, hi I guess. I don’t really remember you.” James said.

“Oh, of course. I, uh, guess I was going to help this strange woman become my sister again.” He said winking towards Amy.

“Oh, is that so?” the genie said, softly and sadly. “I had dared to hope that someone would free me one day, but I suppose that dream will have to wait. I understand. It’s your sister, that’s important.”

James considered for a moment. He realized that his perfect moral compass had been slowly ground down since he got his powers. He had done things he would have never dreamed of doing, and he hadn’t felt that bad. With no limits he had become something different. He wondered if the fact that he didn’t care one bit for the genie or his supposed sister made him a monster. He almost wanted to make a completely selfish wish. Something that opened even more possibilities than his current powers did.

“Genie, I wish...”