Keith couldn't believe it, even as he got to his duplex house and closed the door. His hands were shaking in excitement, his heart racing. He got inside and locked his door. He didn't even bother taking off his leather jacket, instead going straight for the object he had in the brown bag. He reached inside and pulled out a small golden oil lamp.
 
It hit in the palm of his hand and the flat top was decorated in flowery designs. The lid was connected to the handle by a chain and the stout spout was covered in soot. He held it up in his shaking hand. He knew there was a Genie inside. He had just enough of a sense for magic to know that. And he had purchased the lamp for just ten dollars. Ten dollars. The goodwill store had no idea what they had to sell such a priceless artifact for just $10.86. It was the last of his money until this Friday, and most of it was supposed to be used for food. But this was a better deal.
 
Without any further delay, Keith rubbed his hand against the side of the small vessel. He wondered what the Genie was going to look like. Would she be blonde or brunette? How hot would she be? It only barely crossed his mind that the Genie might be a man. But if the Genie was, Keith would simply command him to become a woman without a second thought.
 
Pink smoke poured and roiled from the lamp's spout, falling to the floor a few feet away and swirling up and into the form of a beautiful brown-haired woman. She wore the standard pink Genie attire, which Keith approved of. She looked at him with a smile, which he also approved of. And then she bowed lightly.
 
"I'm Anna, and I'm your Genie. What do you wish of me?"
 
Keith smiled possessively as he crossed his arms across his chest. He looked his slave up and down. Her smile lessened just slightly, and she stood up. "How many wishes will you grant me, slave?" Keith asked.
 
The Genie stumbled over her answer, "Uh, just one wish, Master, and then the lamp will reclaim me."
 
Keith made a harsh buzzing noise, "Ehhh. Wrong. I know the trick to get you to grant unlimited wishes." He smirked, "You're going to be mine for a long, long time, slave."
 
The Genie blinked. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't know that since I'm still new at being a Genie." She paused and then added, "And, could you please not call me slave. Genie is fine, but I'd prefer Anna."
 
"Suuuure you are. Just like I'm sure you're some mortal who got captured by a lamp unjustly. Well, guess what, slave, whoever's dumb enough to get sucked into a Genie lamp deserves to be a slave."
 
"Master, I . . ."
 
"Be quiet and bow to me."
 
The slave in pink fell to the floor in quiet supplication. Keith said nothing for several beats, letting her stew. Letting her understand that he controlled her. Then he said, "You may rise."
 
She looked up slowly, and then stood.
 
"It's time for my wish now, I think. It's a wish that has many parts. Slave, for the first part of my wish, I wish to live in a mansion of my own free of charge."

Keith crossed his arms and waited for his slave to work her magic for him. He was sure she was so shocked from Keith putting her in her place that she would just grant him whatever he wanted. He was especially sure when she pressed her hands together and said those fateful Genie words:

"Your wish is my command, Master."

Pink smoke and light suddenly rose up around Keith. He never once doubted his slave would do as she had been told. And when the smoke cleared he found himself in a huge bedroom with white painted walls and a huge bed. The walls were admittedly decorated in floral designs, and it was a girlish canopy bed. But if that was the worst his slave could through at him, Keith had already won.

That's when Keith noticed his body felt different. Strange. He looked down and saw he was wearing a tan bodysuit tight against his skin. IT had mittens for hands and a small but noticeable uni-boob. More than that, his entire body felt less defined and rounder. Softer. The pieces of the bodysuit seemed stitched together by larger-than-needed thread.

What the hell! Keith thought. He was going to punish his . . . Wait. He hadn't spoken. His mouth never moved. He reached up with his mitten and found that his mouth wasn't there. All he felt was a seam line running through the middle of his face. He spun and looked around. He needed a mirror. A pan. A pool of water. Something. Anything to see what his slave had done to him. He saw a mirror on top of a long pink dresser and Keith ran to it on strange legs. Except, when he got their he saw the mirror was a flat silver sticker and he could barely make out his shape in it.

He spun in panic again and thought he saw movement outside his window. Bright light and passing shadows came through the veranda windows. Keith was terrified to see what was out there, but had to look. He had to. So he walked forward to look outside. He began to suspect where he was. What he was. Why his legs felt stiff. Why his body was round.

Keith got to the window and looked outside. He saw a blue plastic pool two stories down from his window, and flat green grass painted on a wooden board. He saw huge people with bright shopping bags. He saw a man in a santa hat ringing up customers. He saw a giant toy soldierette standing at attention. And he saw aisles and aisles of toy filled shelves. His plush stomach sank as he realized.

Anna had given him just what he asked for. She had given him a mansion to live in free of charge. It just also happened to be a dollhouse.