Olivia turned and saw Joseph Dell, the son of Pastor Dell, walking up to her. Genie stood up quickly, brushing the dirt off her pantaloons.

Joseph was a man in his early thirties, but was already showing signs of salt and pepper hair. He was in shape, but not muscular, and looked right at home in a good suit with a red tie. He had a strong chin and brown eyes partly masked by thin framed glasses. He was the Pastor's son, but considerably less devout than his mother or the rest of his family, but would still go to church more or less regularly. There was, at the moment, no Mrs. Joseph Dell, or the potential of one. His last girlfriend left him a year ago, partly due to his job, which required him to be somewhere else for 20 weeks of the year, and partly because of his coworker he was having an affair with. The breakup was hard on everyone, but most especially Joseph, who lost both. One of them he still pined for.

He made good money, but his job in financial auditing took him away for a week at a time almost half a year. Consequently, he lived frugally in a smallish, lonely, apartment. He liked the people there, or did, up until the office gossip about his affair got around. It seemed like the only thing going well in his life right now was his fantasy football team.

Joseph stopped a few paces away, jaw agape at the strange sight of Olivia Harrison, kind, old Olivia Harrison standing next to a woman who still wore the classic Genie outfit with the thin bra, veil, and baggy pants. But Genie resolved not to be embarrassed by her attire. She looked quite good in it, and Joseph noticed.

"Mrs. Harrison? Where have you been, and who is your friend?"

"Where I've been, dearie, is a strange story, and this is my Genie. She's a wicked little thing who's been begging for me to set her free." Hearing that actually made Genie blush in shame. Why did it hurt her so much to be called wicked and evil by her Master? She wanted -- needed -- to prove to her that she was not evil.

Hearing Olivia's explanation, though, only made Joseph more confused, "Are you ok, Mrs. Harrison?"

"I see you don't believe me." Genie's Master said dryly. "Let me prove it to you. Genie, I wish you'd prove to Joseph that you're a real genie," Olivia said. It was a very vague wish and Genie wondered if she could use it to help herself in any way.

With only a few seconds available to her, Genie made her decision. And in a flash, she was free! Well, sort of.

"What? What's going on?" Joseph asked, his eyes wide, looking down at himself. No longer in his nice Church clothes, and no longer a man, Joseph was shocked to see that he wore the pantaloons, curly slippers, and bra of the other woman. No, more than that, he filled out the bra of the other woman, and he realized that he spoke with the voice of the other woman.

"Genie, what's wrong with you?" Olivia asked, staring at Joesph, but speaking to him as if Joseph was her servant.

"Genie? I'm not the genie! I'm Joseph!" He said, almost shrieking with his higher pitched voice.

"What?" Olivia blinked, then turned and looked at the man who she thought was Joseph Dell and realized that it was true. Genie had switched bodies with Joseph.

"I'm free!" Genie said excitedly, in Joseph's body. She reveled for a moment, running her hands back over her new body. Her male body. Was this how she felt before the lamp? Tall and strong instead of short and graceful? Handsome instead of pretty.

"This can't be happening," Joseph said, in Genie's body. "I can't be a woman."

Genie had proven herself to be a real genie and at the same time had freed herself from being forever enslaved by the lamp and all of her future masters. But there was still a chance that she could return to being a Genie. After all, Olivia only needed to wish it, right? Unless ... Genie was able to rub the lamp and make Joseph HER genie, then she could just wish that Olivia and anyone else wouldn't be able to make any wishes like that. But ... where was the lamp?