Looking up angrily at the smiling genie, Henry spoke slowly and distinctly.
- Are you a fucking idiot?
However, the genie still had a smile on his face.
- No, mistress, I fulfilled your desire.
Heavy breasts hung with an uncomfortable weight, giving new sensations to Henry, who was completely dissatisfied with the result of his wish being granted.
- You wanted to know what these Muslim women hide under their closed clothes
- Are you stupid?
Henry spoke even louder, clenching his fists on the couch and glaring at the genie.
- Change me back! I don't want to be some stupid chick!
- Oh, you shouldn't talk about yourself like that. Your IQ has remained the same as it was before, just now you know what Muslim women hide under their clothes, and you can also explore it from any angle. And by the way, we're speaking Arabic right now, and we're... hmm, guess where? Oh, okay, I will not keep the intrigue, we are in Baghdad!
Genie chuckled looking at Henry's ridiculous attempts to cope with boobs and long hair and looking at his displeased and at the same time discouraged face.
- I didn't want that! I didn't think you were real at all
- But, this is different, the desire is fulfilled, so goodbye
- Stop! No, if you are a genie, then I have two more wishes! Change me back!
- No, no, no... why did people decide in their fairy tales that genies grant three wishes? where does this number come from? One! ONE wish, Zulfiya, remember this
- I'm not Zulfiya! I'm Greg Stevenson - CEO of a...
- Stop! Forget it. Now you are Zulfiya, a faithful and obedient wife ..
- Wife?!
- Of course, by the way, your husband is outside the door now. But don't worry, he can't hear us. He will come to you as soon as I disappear... hmm, by the way, I think it's time for me, goodbye, Zulfiya, hih
Genie chuckled as he disappeared and left Greg alone in a new world and role unknown to him.