Janett Kühn looked closely at the odd little lamp that had been lying on the table, not sure where it had come from. It looked like an old middle eastern style oil lamp made of brass, but she'd never seen it before. She'd just walked into her home, in the middle of making herself comfortable by removing her clothes, and was in her bra and skirt.

"...Ronny? Is this yours?" She shouted through the house, trying to get the attention of her son.

No reply came, so she picked it up, noting it seemed a little dirty... and put it down as she felt an odd and sudden urge to rub it.

"That was weird. But, maybe I should?"

She hesitantly did so, and nothing happened.

"Huh, guess it's not some weird magic trap then," she mused, and then took the lid off to look inside.

At which point a cloud of yellowish smoke engulfed her, spraying out from within. Coughing, she dropped the lantern, the brass clanging off the floor. As the smoke cleared away, and she caught her breath, she looked down to see it pooling around her feet... or rather where her feet should have been, for they appeared to have merged into the smoke.

Brown eyes opening wide in surprise, she could only watch as the smoke rose, her legs merging with it, her skirt and panties vanishing away, until it halted just below her hips. The orange colour, however, kept rising up her stomach, over her breasts, her bra vanishing away. Up her neck, down her arms, where at her wrists the smoke formed into bracelets of brass. On her neck, a brass choker formed from the wispy smoke, and her black hair changed to a darkened orange, flowing now like smoke rather than a cascade behind her. Her tattoos changed from black on pale skin, to yellow and glowing. Even those on her legs now flowed through the smoke

She tried to speak, but could only cough from the smoke that had been in her throat... and now, the choker seemed to be tightly keeping her silent. She could breathe... but was well aware that somehow she didn't have to. The smoke her legs had once been was now connected to the lamp's spout, and to the sound of a laugh of delight, she heard Ronny enter.

"Aha, good, looks like the lamp worked! How do you feel being my new Genie?"

Janett wanted to say many things in response, but upon hearing the question, felt her will and mind fading. Her eyes, still brown, began to shift and glow a bright white, empty as her mind now was.

"...I am yours to command, Master. Your every wish shall be my doing," She said.

"Excellent! What are the rules?"

"I have no rules, Master, but commands must be phrased as a wish."

"No limits, no restrictions? Well, that's quite interesting... Bring Nancy to me."

She did nothing.

"I wish you'd bring Nancy to me?"

With a snap of her fingers, the Genie that Janett had become teleported her daughter instantly into the room, having been brought straight from the shower. Her startled daughter was still covered in soap suds.

"What the... How did I get here? What's going on?!"

"Ah, phrase it as a wish indeed. Freeze Nancy!" Ronny said.

"What?!" The blonde frowned.

"I wish you'd freeze Nancy," He said.

With a snap of fingers, Nancy halted in place, turning blue. Mist began to cascade off her body, the soap suds solidifying into ice. Ronny ran his finger along the icy-cold arm of his sister, marking a line into the forming frost crystals.

"Yes, this could be very useful indeed," Ronny grinned.