Spin the Genie [Various TF]

by ThePerfectTrueScar, 2024-11-06 21:13:15

Contains: Various Genie TF, TGTF, Way to many words.

Part of the Good Witch Reina series, but she takes a back seat here. This is a VERY long story, and I apologize, I was too deep to stop. For your sanity, I have split the story into parts so you can read at your pace.

Spin the Genie

Part 1 - Game

Mason was excited for this week off with his friends. He had purchased magic bottles from a shop called ‘Good Witch Solutions’, and the witch had spent a whole month getting the bottles made. Now, at last, Mason had the 4 magic bottles and a week-long sleepover with his friends.

“Alright Mason, what have you got for us?” asked an eager Craig, a young man with brown hair.

“They’re finally ready, guys.” Mason said as he entered the living room where his 4 friends are, setting down a bag.

“Oh wow! I had forgotten about the magic shop!” Exclaimed an excited Jake, he had glasses and ginger hair.

“Magic shop?” asked a quiet and reserved Kevin, a black haired boy of asian descent.

“Oh hell yeah! I can't wait.” interrupted a tall black boy with a light brown afro. Lance.

Mason took out 4 bottles from the bag, each one had its own colour. There was a grey one that had black lines on it that looked futuristic, if there is such a thing as a futuristic glass bottle. The second was green and had a fluffy stopper. The third was mostly opaque, with black and white colouring on the outside and a frilly stopper. The last one was unique in that it was plastic, smooth, and beige with a white stopper.

“Alright, so here’s the deal gang. We play a game of spin the bottle. Whoever it stops on, has to roll a D4 dice. Then they open the bottle.” stated Mason, searching for a regular bottle to use for spinning.

“Uh, those are strange bottles. What will they do to us?” Kevin asked nervously.

“They turn ya into a genie.” Lance stated, his smile was mischievous.

“A djinn?” Kevin asked.

“Genie. An enslaved Djinn.” Craig corrected.

“So, the bottles are magic?” Kevin asked, struggling with the concept.

“Yeah! And the idea is that each Genie will be different. We don’t know what type, only Mason does.” exclaimed Jake, who had been looking forward to this all month.

“Wait really? He never told me that.” Craig asked, “I thought the genies would just be the typical blue Aladdin type.”

“Yup, it’s more fun this way! I’ll be playing too of course, so if I get bottled, someone will have to read this note.” Mason placed a note on the table, folded closed.

“How long?” Kevin eyed the bottles.

“Until someone uses up all your wishes, which are themed to the type of Genie we’ll be.” Jake said.

“Hold on. What’s to stop one of us just keeping the others transformed forever?” As Kevin asked that, there was a pause and some nervous glances between the 5 of them.

“Come on, Kev, we’re all friends here.” Mason laughed nervously.

“Forever, huh?” Lance chuckled.

“Uh, Mason, I’m concerned about Lance, you know how he can be…” Craig whispered, he had been subject to Lance’s ‘pranks’ before.

“What? No, Lance is our friend.” Mason said dismissively.

“That’s right, buddy!” Lance hung an arm around Craig and grinned. “Best of friends!”

The boys sat down in a circle on the wood-laminate floor. The bottles and dice sat ominously on the table behind Mason. A regular glass bottle sat between them on its side.

“Ready gang?” Mason asked, glancing around.

Everyone nodded, and Mason reached forward to spin the bottle.

It spun.

And spun.

Then slowed to a stop.

“Dang it, I have the worst luck!” Craig said as the bottle pointed at him.

“Sorry dude, roll the dice.” Mason said and handed Craig a D4.

“Alright, I hope I don't get a one…” He said and rolled.

The dice stopped on a 1.

“Ooo, that’ll be the grey bottle.” Mason noted and thumbed behind himself at the bottles on the coffee table.

“See you guys later, I guess…” Craig sighed and walked over to the grey bottle and popped the stopper off it with no hesitation.

There was a cloud of grey fog that seemed to consume him and once it was done the cloud vanished back inside the futuristic bottle, the stopper automatically sealed it inside. The bottle’s black lines now glowed with a blue light.

“Uh...is he okay...?” asked Kevin in concern.

“Don’t worry, that’s normal. Shall we continue?” Jake said, as if nothing odd just happened.

Without waiting for an answer, Mason spun the bottle again. “Eyes forward, gang.”

It spun.

And spun.

And slowly came to a stop.

“Wow, I'm next I guess.” said Jake, rolling the dice, another 1. “Well, I guess I should roll again?”

“Nah, just go to the next in line. So, it’ll be the green one for you.” Mason replied.

“Guess that makes sense.” Jake murmured as he walked to the coffee table and opened the green one.

The fluffy stopper expanded, consuming Jake whole, then it popped back into the green bottle with a squeak. The bottle filled with a pink smoke, while the stopper lost its fur and became regular cork.

“These are quite unique.” Lance noted.

“Yup. The survivor will let them out after the game and see their changes. Since whoever opens it becomes their master.” Mason stated, reaching to spin the bottle again.

It spun.

“Master? I didn’t know there would be mental changes.” Kevin said nervously.

And spun.

“Well yeah, it’s kind of mandatory for genies. Don't worry it all goes away after the third wish.” Mason reassured Kevin.

And slowed.

“Hah, assuming I’d let my harem go that easily. You’ll be my slave girls forever!” Lance chuckled confidently, sparking concern from Mason and Kevin.

And came to a stop. Pointing directly at Lance.

“Hah. No harem for you!” Mason said.

“I don’t want to do this.” Lance said, annoyed and a bit afraid.

“You can’t bail now, you’ll ruin everything.”

“This isn’t fair! I wasn’t supposed to lose!” Lance said, panicking and running for the door. “I quit!”

“Hey! You can’t bail!” Mason grabbed the black and white bottle and aimed it at Lance, then popped the cork.

Tendrils of black ribbons with white frills grabbed Lance, preventing his escape.

“No! I didn’t want it to be me! I don’t want to be a-” his voice was cut off as he was completely wrapped in the ribbons and sucked into the bottle. The stopper squeaked into place, sealing him inside. The cork lost the frills and became yellow, while the inside seemed to swirl with the same ribbons that absorbed him.

“That was…uh…” Kevin started in shock. “Wow, I had heard he was an ass but…”

“I can't believe him... We’ll have to deal with that after the week is over.” Mason said, angrily setting the bottle next to the others. “Probably thought he’d have sexy girls to use for a week.”

There was an awkward silence.

“Can’t really spin the bottle with two.” Kevin said, trying to move on and get back to the game.

“True, so much for the dice idea... rock paper scissors?”

“Very well, may the best genie lose.”

“And the best master, win.”

Mason had chosen Rock. While Kevin had chosen Paper.

“Well...Alright, I guess you win. Read the note on the coffee table, alright?” Mason said, popping open the beige plastic bottle.

This bottle, like all the others, had an odd way of consuming its victim. The bottle merged with Mason, and then Mason took on the same beige as the bottle. Then he became the bottle, shrinking down and becoming the size the bottle was before. The white stopper then popped in with a squeak, completing the seal.

Part 2 - Drone

Kevin, now alone, sat down on the sofa. He glanced at the 4 genie bottles and a folded sheet of paper - the note. He sighed and opened it to read.

If you’re reading this, it means I ended up getting bottled.

Congratulations on winning the game, whoever you are.

This note contains spoilers for each transformation, so only read after opening the relevant bottle.

The transformations will last forever until all 3 wishes are used. That’s 12 wishes total.

So please use the wishes by next Saturday before 5pm.

Anything you do to us will revert after we turn back, except our memories of being transformed, so within reason; Go nuts.

The grey bottle is...-

Kevin set the note down without reading further. He reached over and grabbed the grey futuristic bottle. “Well, you’re first Craig…” he said to himself and popped it open.

A grey cloud flew out the bottle, sparking with blue electricity. It was then Kevin realized the cloud must be Nanomachines of some sort. His suspicions were confirmed as the cloud began building a metal body.

First came the feet, metal high heels with no visible toes. The cloud built higher, revealing metallic calves and thighs, it was when it got to the waist that Kevin realized it was a feminine form.

The cloud was growing smaller as it built upward, creating the torso using a kind of beige rubber, like a sex doll’s body. Kevin was sure he could make out a hole between the legs but it was about now that the nanomachines quickly created clothing to cover up the private areas.

He raised his eyes up and saw the face form, along with the hair, which seemed to be a metal plate in the same brown as Craig’s hair, styled like a straight bob. The face had a likeness to him too, although more feminine. The face seemed to have the same skin coloured rubber latex the torso does.

The cloud had split and been working on the arms and fingers. The robot woman's eyes opened and turned on with a soft blue light. Her frame had some space between her joints, to allow free movement. The outfit is a black pencil skirt and white blouse.

The last of the nanomachines coloured the metal body to match the beige of the rubber parts. All in all, the process of the robot secretary coming out the bottle only took 5 seconds.

She took a knee before Kevin and opened her rubber mouth to speak in a synthetic voice.

“Greetings, master. This unit is ready to serve.”

“Uh...Hi, give me a second…” Kevin was stunned, and decided to continue reading the note from where he left off.

The grey bottle is for the Techno-Genie. She is a fully programmable Ai Robot with its own software. Plug her in and check her out! My laptop should be under the coffee table.

She will serve you in anything technological, so try not to hack any banks, alright?

As for the three wishes, they HAVE to be technology based, like wishing for a new TV, or the ultimate computer. She can also do vehicles.

Try not to use all the wishes at once, this is supposed to be a week-long sleepover after all.

The next is the green bottle which is...-

“Fully programmable? Well...Mason did say it would all wear off after the third wish…” Kevin mused, taking out the laptop from under the coffee table. Mason had thought of everything and had a ‘Master of the Genies’ user account that didn’t need a password.

“Uh...Craig? Mind plugging in?” Kevin asked the robot lady.

“Affirmative, master.” she responded in monotone, and sat down next to Kevin. She reached around to the back of her neck and pulled out a long usb wire, connected to her nape. She plugged it into the laptop and her eyes dimmed.

The typical usb connection sounded, and then some software seemed to auto install. Said software then opened on its own and lines of code and data seemed to fly past in a cmd window before closing and the actual program opened.

“Woah, this is...this is your brain, I think…” Kevin wondered aloud as he looked at the matrix on his screen, and all the various parts he could change. Craig’s memories and personality, how subservient they are, or how much free will they can have. And some kind of chat box.

<Craig: Hello?>

Kevin noticed Craig in the chatbox. He decided to type a reply.

<Master: Hey, how are you feeling?>

<Craig: It’s odd in so many ways.>

<Craig: But it feels right. I like it.>

<Craig: I feel like i need to serve you, master.>

<Master: I see, I can change stuff.>

<Master: How much free will do you want?>

<Craig: None, i want the full drone experience.>

Kevin frowned. “This is weird…”

<Master: Are you sure?>

<Craig: Positive, it’s just for a week right? Delete everything else ‘me’ too.>

<Master: Alright…>

“I hope this is what you want, buddy…” Kevin muttered aloud as he began tweaking ‘Craig’ to be more subservient, and have no autonomy or memories, and no sense of self. A clean slate, the perfect robot drone.

<Craig: Oh and give me a cool robot name.>

<Cr41?: Oh, I’m forgetting...things...>

<?r???: Feels so good...>

Kevin thought for a moment and decided to go with ‘Eva’ as a name. Then he erased every trace of ‘Craig’. He also augmented the Ai with a personal assistant personality, to match her secretary appearance.

<System: DATA RECEIVED.>

<System: UPDATING AI.>

<System: REFRESHING.>

<System: COMPLETED 133742069 TASKS IN 23 SECONDS.>

<Eva: I am Eva, how may I serve you master?>

<Master: One moment, i’m going to upload you.>

Kevin clicked upload. The program closed and the cmd seemed to run through a bunch of data again. The program seemed to uninstall itself, and Eva's eyes lit up again. She pulled the usb out and it retracted automatically back into the back of her neck.

“Eva? Are you okay?” Kevin asked.

“Affirmative, master.” she replied in monotone.

“And...how is ‘Craig’?” Kevin asked nervously.

“User not found.” she replied.

“Are you... happy?”

“Affirmative, unit designation: Eva, is ready to serve her master fully.”

Kevin sighed, it was probably the best response he was going to get for now.

“Well, how about you just, um...recharge while I check the next genie.” He said.

“Affirmative, this unit’s power levels are at 67%” she replied and mechanically got up, she walked to the nearest power socket, and reached under her skirt to pull out a plug attached to a wire. She inserted it into the powerline and suddenly began moaning loudly.

“Oh god! Eva, Mute!” Kevin said quickly with a blush on his face.

The moaning stopped, much to Kevin’s relief.

Part 3 - Pet

“That was unexpected...anyway, on to the green one.” He muttered, ignoring the mute, orgasming robot at the edge of the room.

He picked up the green bottle, and popped it open.

The pink mist inside swirled out and coalesced rather quickly, revealing a small woman, around 4 foot tall, with pink cat ears and tail. Her hair was long and wild, also pink. She had bestial forearms and calves, with paws for hands and feet - those were covered in the same pink fur. Her skin was the same pale white that Jake's was, and her face bore some resemblance. She was wearing the typical silky arabian wear Genies usually have, in orange.

“Hello Meowster, how may I serve you-nya?” she spoke with a feminine and almost purring voice. If cats could speak, this is definitely what they would sound like.

“Uh, hey Jake.” Kevin said, blushing at the cute Catgirl Genie.

“Hiya meowster, oh, i didn't mean to say ‘Meowster’, i was trying to say Meowster-nya.” she frowned slightly.

“Uh, I guess you can only call me Meo- I mean, Master.” Kevin caught himself.

“Gosh I sound so annoying, why do I keep ending sentences with ‘nya’ anyways-nya?” she scowled at her use of it.

“Quirk of the magic i guess. Jake is not a girl's name, by the way.” Kevin smirked.

“Oh, okay Meowster, call me Jane-nya.” she smiled.

“Alright, Jane it is. Why don’t you just do your thing for now? Craig, who is now Eva, is recharging...I think.”

“Why is she...is she-nya...?!” Jane asked, looking at the orgasming face of the robot woman in the corner of the room with a shocked expression.

“Yeah, I have no idea why...robot stuff I suppose. I muted her.”

“Oh-nya. Well, I feel the need to curl up and nap on your lap-nya~” Jane said and pounced on the sofa, and curled up, laying her head on Kevins lap. This made her feel good and she started purring contentedly.

“Oh, um...I have to get the other two out so do you mind using this cushion instead?” Kevin offered the cushion to Jane, and gently eased himself away from her.

“Okay Meowster, I’m kinda sleepy-nya...” Jane yawned, revealing her catlike fangs, and rough tongue. She accepted the cushion and put her head on it. She purred, but not as loudly.

Kevin sighed at his growing group of odd girls. He decided to read the note on Jane’s transformation first.

The next is the green bottle which is the Catgirl-Genie.

This genie is focused on Emotional comfort.

Enjoy petting and snuggling with her, apparently she should find it pleasurable.

Her wishes work around comfort, and pet stuff. So you could wish for a collar that tames any animal, or to feel at peace whenever someone pats your head, or even to summon a sentient pet! (Please do that, I want a sapient cat.)

Again, save the wishes for the end of the week. Although, this one should be mentally put together enough to decide for themself. Nothing stops them from asking you to be turned back, they just can’t do it without you.

Anyways, the next bottle is the...-

Kevin sighed, and put the note down. “Pet wishes huh...they’re going to be hard to think of…” he muttered.

He reached for the next bottle, and froze. It was the black and white one, Lance. He decided to pass it over for now, the note seemed to go into the beige one anyway.

Part 4 - Display

Kevin picked up the smooth beige bottle. It was plastic, and had a slight sheen to it. It looked pretty nondescript compared to the others, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the genie inside would also be plain and unassuming.

“Well, here goes nothing…” he muttered and popped the white cork out, which landed on the table.

And nothing seemed to happen.

“Uhh...Mason?” he asked nervously and looked inside the bottle and saw nothing inside. Literally, it was a white void on the inside with no visible edges. “So much for nondescript…”

It was then that the bottle started to shift and warp, Kevin was taken by surprise and dropped it. It began growing. Or rather, inflating.

It inflated to the size of a beach ball, and then features began forming on it. It was forming into a person. The ball opened as the person began standing up..

It was then Kevin realized it wasn’t a person at all. It was a feminine mannequin. Beige plastic, with limb lines for disassembly, and no hair or face. The breasts and crotch are completely smooth plastic. But there was a hole where its human butt would have one. Likely the same hole of the bottle.

That’s when something fell off the coffee table where the white cork was. It had morphed into a mannequin stand which had fallen on the floor.

“M-M-Mason?!” Kevin stammered.

The mannequin, despite its plastic features, moved fluidly and turned to face him. It waved enthusiastically and pointed to its smooth ovid face, where its mouth would be, and shook its head.

“Oh, you can’t speak?”

It nodded and gave a thumbs up.

“I’ll just leave you to it then?”

It nodded again and began setting the stand upright, before lowering itself onto it. It shuddered with pleasure and then froze in place, the beige of its plastic skin turned white.

“Wow...uh...hmm.” Kevin was almost as at a loss for words as the mannequin was, or his muted robot secretary...or his sleeping catgirl. “Weird day.”

He sat down to check the note for what it had to say about this one.

Anyways, the next bottle should be the beige one.

This is one of my personal favorites, the Display-Genie. I had it designed after mannequins, and if I end up as a genie for the week, I want it to be this one.

The wishes for this one are ‘wearable’ related. So things like clothes, jewelry, hats, underwear, shoes, etc. If you can wear it, you can wish for it.

Now while that sounds boring, consider these examples; clothes that never wear or tear, never need to be washed, a ring that makes you invisible, a bracelet that lets you change gender...you get the idea. So don’t just wish for a hat, wish for one that’s edible, or machine washable.

This one doesn’t do much besides be motionless on the stand it comes with, but feel free to dress it up to make it feel happy. (It enjoys being called ‘it’)

Like with the others, this is a week-long sleepover so try not to use all the wishes until the end of the week. Especially if I get this one.

So the last bottle is...-

“Right, the black and white one.” Kevin said with a sigh, remembering how Lance had pathetically tried to run away. “What to do...”

Part 5 - Mauvais Perdant

Jane stirred, stretching out her paws and yawning. She looked over and saw Kevin sitting on the floor, staring at the black and white bottle. A mannequin on a stand was here now, and the robot that was in the corner was now sat on the couch using the laptop.

“Meowster-nya?”

“Mm? Oh, Jane, welcome back. It’s been about an hour.” Kevin said to Jane, without looking away from the bottle in front of him.

“And why is Meowster sat, crossed legged on the floor, staring at the last bottle-nya?”

“It’s Lance.”

“Did i miss something-nya?”

“Yes. After you and...Eva, were bottled Lance acted up. He was confident about winning, I guess. He tried to back out of the game you see, complaining things weren’t going his way. Mason was one step ahead though and forced him into this bottle.” Kevin explained in summary.

“I see-nya. Lance can be a real tuna-face sometimes, but I don’t see the problem-nya.”

“I dunno, I haven't known him as long as the rest of you. And to me, It was cowardly.”

“By the way, what’s with the mannequin-nya?”

“It’s Mason.”

“Oh, I see-nya. Why not ask him-nya?”

“Because he can’t talk.”

“If I may interrupt, master.” came the robotic voice of Eva. Kevin had unmuted her after she unplugged earlier. “This Mason could type on the laptop.”

“Oh, why didn’t I think of that? Thanks Eva!”

Eva moaned at the gratitude. “Thank you master~”

Jane and Kevin looked at each other with wide eyes and shook their heads.

“Alright Mason, out you get, we need your help.” Kevin commanded the mannequin.

Mason’s plastic body changed from white back to beige, it then took itself off the stand and skipped over to the laptop. It pointed at Eva, who was still using it, with a hand on its hip.

“Oh uh, Eva, stop what you’re doing and let Mason use the laptop for now.”

“Very well master, I shall instead fix the broken DvD player.” Eva said in monotone and got up to do that.

The mannequin took her place on the sofa and made a show of cracking its fingers before typing on a notepad document.

“Uh, that’s great Mason, but mind giving an input on Lance?”

<Eh.>

“That’s not much of an input.”

<Look, he tried to run on us. Ruining our fun. I’m taking this seriously.>

“I am also taking this seriously.”

“Too seriously if you ask meow, the both of you-nya.” interjected a sleepy Jane.

Mason seemed to ponder that before typing again.

<Maybe. Doesn’t matter now, he’s safe to release. Read the rest of the note.>

“But spoilers?”

Kevin sighed and picked up the note to read the rest of it.

So the last bottle is the black and white bottle.

It’s the Cleaning-Genie. This one was kind of off the top of my head, as I needed a fourth bottle due to Kevin joining our friend group.

This genie is basically your typical maid. I don't know much about what to expect from her, but I do know the wishes from what Reina told me. Basically, anything involving housework will be the wishes. So the examples I have are; a room that never gets dirty or dusty, cooking tools that are enchanted to automatically make dinner for you, soap that permanently makes you clean, and other cleaning, cooking, or hygiene related stuff.

Yeah it’s a weird one. Aside from that, it’ll be like having a real live-in maid to order about.

Anyway, that’s the end of the note. Have a fun week! And remember to save the wishes until the end of the week. (Or when the ones with their minds intact ask.)

-Mason-

“So...a maid? Will she have mental changes too?” Kevin asked as he tossed the note on the table and looked at the laptop screen.

Mason began typing a long reply.

<Technically, yes. Remember we all have to serve you, no matter what. We also can’t be hostile towards you even if we try. And we have no choice but to obey you. Be careful with that, we will do literally anything on command, so don’t abuse it. I have a spotter coming at the end of the week.>

“Wait, a spotter? So what’s the problem with Lance?”

<Yeah. As for Lance, there is a condition I need to fulfill before the spotter arrives or I’m banned from magic. That goes for all of us, and Lance running out would’ve compromised things.>

“Oh...well I'm glad you thought ahead.”

“Meowster, can we just see what Maid-Lance is like-nya?”

“Alright...” Kevin sighed and went to the bottle on the floor. “Well Lance, time to face the music…” he muttered and popped open the frilly yellow cork.

A burst of black ribbons with white frills came out of the bottle as it emptied, coalescing into a smallish woman, with the same afro and facial features as Lance. Her face was less rugged and more feminine, with plump red lips. Her black skin remained, but seemed softer and yet also more muscular. She was wearing a french maid outfit.

Just then, the cork flew into Lance’s afro, and disappeared. Her afro changed colour from brown to blonde, and a frilly headband appeared on top. Her afro seemed to deflate, becoming straighter and losing the curliness, becoming golden dreadlocks tied up in a ponytail.

“Uh...Lance?” Kevin asked sheepishly.

Jane and Mason watched on, on the edge of the sofa. Eva was too busy fixing the broken DvD player to care.

“Oui, je m'appelle Lancine. How may I serve you, maître?” said the very french feminine voice of the new maid genie.

“I don’t speak French...” Kevin laughed nervously, while Mason openly made the movements of laughing, with no sound, and Jane was trying to hold hers back.

“Bon sang! Cette is non ideal, maître. What have you done to moi?” the usual Lance persona coming through after the programmed greeting.

“Uh, well. I gather you’re upset. Look, you’re a maid genie now. And after what you said you’d do to us all if you won the game, I plan on working you to the bone.”

“Je t’aime. Wait, non, I did not want to say that, great I cannot even détester you, maître.”

“She said she loves you, but she meant to say the opposite, that’s too funny-nya!” Jane cackled.

The mannequin was rolling on the floor laughing, silently.

“Uh, well. Look, Lancine, go read what Mason wrote on the laptop. Then go to the kitchen and make me, Jane, and yourself dinner.” Kevin said commandingly.

“Certainement pas!” she protested, but her body began moving for her and she sat down to read what Mason had typed on the laptop. Her eyes widened as she read about the spotter and how her plan wouldn’t have worked.

She seemed to be resistant and upset, but her body kept her moving as she went to the kitchen to prepare dinner against her will.

“I feel bad doing that…” Kevin sighed as he watched Lancine leave with a dejected look.

“Eh, part of the downside of losing the game and becoming a genie-nya.” Jane said, yawning and snuggling against her cushion.

“Master.” came a monotone voice next to Kevin which startled him. “The DvD player is now fully operational. Is the mannequin creature finished with the laptop? I need to do your taxes.”

“Uh, Eva. Good job.”

She moaned at the praise. “Thank you master~”

Kevin blushed and looked away. “Uh, well, go use the laptop then.”

“Affirmative.” she said in monotone and mechanically headed to the sofa.

“Well, the DvD player is all set up, wanna chill and watch Shrek while we wait for frenchie to finish dinner?” Kevin asked the group, feeling free from the bottles to finally enjoy a semi-proper sleepover.

“I call dibs on your lap-nya!” Jane exclaimed, ears perking up and her tail swaying excitedly.

The mannequin simply nodded and adjusted its stand so it could see the TV. It got on the stand, inserting the metal rod into its...hole, and its plastic turned from beige to white as it became inanimate.

“I shall dedicate one of my eyes to record information on this ‘Shrek’, and add him to my database.” said Eva.

“Uh, maybe don’t do that? Unless you want to?” Kevin replied as he got the disk for ‘Shrek’ out the box.

“I have no wants. I will do, or do not.”

“Then...do it?” He popped the disk into the DvD player and went back to the sofa.

“I shall obey, master. Ready to log data on Shrek.” her right eye focused on the TV while her other remained on the laptop as she continued organizing Kevin’s accounts.

Kevin sighed and sat down next to the robot-woman next to him on the sofa. With a still and silent effeminate mannequin beside the sofa, on its stand. Jane remembered the remote and handed it to him with her paws before snuggling on his lap, purring softly as he petted her tail and ears. The smell of a delicious dinner wafted from the kitchen, whetting his appetite as the maid worked. The 3 bottles sat on the coffee table.

“This is going to be an interesting week.” he murmured as he hit play.

Part 6 - Week

After watching movies, and enjoying dinner. Kevin was exhausted and told the others he was going to bed. A few moments later, at 9pm, all the genies except the mannequin automatically turned into their mists and went back inside their bottles. Kevin figured that this was how they ‘slept’ and decided to use Mason’s bed, instead of the sleeping bags in the guest room.

The 2nd day involved Kevin waking up, and writing a schedule for Lancine to follow. He let the genies out their bottles, but was unsure how Mason’s genie form worked as there didn’t seem to be a bottle for them.

Mason seemed to sense his confusion and reanimated itself to grab a pen and notepad to write on.

With that, they returned to the stand and became inanimate once more.

Kevin decided to play around with Mason’s inanimate form, disassembling them to prevent it from reanimating when the waist leaves the stand. This allowed him to dress Mason in some clothes he found, which were unfortunately male and didn’t fit that well.

He decided to do Mason a favor, and used one wish from the Display-Genie to make a ring that lets him reshape clothes he touches. After equipping the ring and touching the clothes on Mason, he reshaped them into female clothes that fit the mannequin.

He put the ring on Mason’s plastic finger to keep it safe, and summoned the other three. He had Lancine ordered to read and obey the written schedule. Lancine was very upset at being a genie, but any insults became French compliments - which Jane translated and made fun of. Prompting more frustration from Lancine, who was now forced to make breakfast for three.

Meanwhile Eva was going around the apartment upgrading, fixing, and optimizing anything and everything mechanical or technological. She occasionally had to plug herself in to recharge, prompting Kevin to find and mute her, and prompting Jane to laugh uncontrollably each time.

Kevin did get a little bored just hanging out in the apartment all day though. And after playing video games with Jane, both realized that the magic was causing her to let him win each time. He tried ordering her to not hold back, but for some reason it couldn’t override the magic.

He then switched to board games instead, trying monopoly with Jane and Eva. While Lancine was cleaning in the background, making a fuss about being left out as her body forced her to complete chores instead.

Even in the board game, Eva refused to win despite getting the lead. She would somehow rake up tons of money and properties, only to declare bankruptcy and give all her stuff to Kevin. Which in turn meant Jane had no hope of winning anyway, and meant Kevin continued to be bored.

He decided to confront Mason about it, to which his written reply was a very unhelpful;

<Oops, didn’t think of that.>

The 3rd day was much the same, except this time Lancine was loud and saying random things in french and broken english, and generally just being noisy and obnoxious out of frustration. To which Kevin simply said “Lancine I command you to stop speaking.”

Which worked, until an hour later when Lancine realized she could still make noise without ‘speaking’ and began screaming loudly instead. Keven did mute her entirely after that, and awkwardly had to explain the ‘screaming woman disturbance’ away to the police the neighbors had called, he explained it as ‘scary movies with the girlfriend’, which somehow worked.

Lancine, however, found other ways within her forced obedience to be defiant and show her frustration. On the 4th day she had tied herself to a door handle, preventing her from making breakfast despite her body trying to. Which meant Kevin, Jane, and her, had gone without it.

Kevin of course, commanded her not to ‘restrain herself’, which in turn prompted more scowling and angry facial expressions. Kevin took those away too. Then she started making loud noises by stomping everywhere, clattering dishes, and damaging things she was cleaning.

Kevin and Lancine were locked in a battle that day, and by the end of it Lancine was more of a drone than the literal robot drone was.

Jane had gotten annoyed at Lancine’s antics and left to the guest room to get some peace. While Eva simply didn’t care, as she was very focused on optimizing everyone’s phones. While Mason just continued being inanimate, watching all this go down.

That night, Kevin had been so exhausted he went to bed early. Lancine, meanwhile, quickly finished her chores and tried to escape the apartment, before getting caught by the bottle’s magic. Mason had alerted Kevin and Jane to this, and all three, minus Eva who was recharging at the time, went out looking for her.

Mason had brought her bottle with them and had used charades to get Kevin to look through the glass. He saw that there was a kind of tether that flowed from the bottle to wherever she was, and they followed it.

They found her halfway to her own apartment, and Kevin promptly sealed her in the bottle. When they got back, the others ended up in proximity of their seals and Jane returned to her bottle, while Mason returned to his stand. Eva had already ended up in her own bottle, unaware of the events that took place. Kevin was exhausted, but made sure to awaken early the next day to order Lancine never to leave the apartment.

The 5th day saw more of Lancine’s frustrations and Kevin taking away more and more of her freedoms. He felt guilty of course, but she was being super obnoxious and trying to ruin things.

She had tried to send an emergency text to the police, which Kevin played off as “My daughter Jane was upset that I grounded her, sorry about that.” while Jane pretended to be the apologetic daughter. Which again, somehow worked. Especially since the police couldn’t see the magic of a half naked catgirl. Instead, they just saw a nondescript young girl dressed in classic young girl clothing.

Kevin gave Lancine a few more commands. At this point she simply had no more ways to defy the magic, and silently worked in the background. Inside her mind, she felt defeated, a prisoner of an unfamiliar body - doing things without her input. Somehow the resignation stirred something inside her, a kind of peace that she could let go of her thoughts and simply exist.

Things had calmed down on the last two days, Kevin went out on his own to grab more groceries and buy drinks for the return to normal party, as well as to just get away from all the craziness.

The night saw a very agitated Eva entering the bed with Kevin, she had stripped nude. See, she craves pleasure from when he praises or thanks her. And he hadn’t been doing that.

Kevin was delirious and tired, and kind of just went with it, much to Eva’s simulated joy. He did remember to mute her though, and they silently made synthetic love. He noted that her rubber body was much like a silicone sex doll, and her insides were ribbed like one too. Her programming was satisfied. Kevin still isn’t sure if he dreamt that whole thing or not.

Then the last day came. Mason, who had been inanimate this whole time, began writing once more.

“Oh jeez, I almost forgot. Let's get yours out of the way first. Since I already used the first one on that ring.” Kevin said.

Part 7 - Wishing

Kevin ordered all the genies to stand in a line before him in the living room. Lancine was expressionless and silent, Eva was still but had a suspicious smile, Jane really didn’t want to be standing, and Mason was doing a little dance.

“Alright, Display-Genie!” As Kevin said this, Mason stood straighter and their smooth ovid head turned to face him. “My second wish is for a watch that allows one to change their appearance at will.”

The mannequin did a flourishing bow, and on its wrist, a silvery watch appeared out of its plastic. Instead of a clock face, there was a swirling vortex of beige magical energy. Kevin accepted the watch and placed it on the table.

“For my last wish, I want the clothes I’m wearing now to never wear out.” Kevin had been sure to wear his favorite outfit for this one. It was also his most expensive.

With another flourishing bow, Kevin’s clothes shimmered for a moment and seemed to become fresher and newer.

With the final wish complete, the Beige bottle unmerged with Mason, and he slowly reverted to human form, regrowing hair, and regaining his male features.

“Ah, I can speak again! Not too shabby on those wishes, I would’ve wanted invisibility or flight rings, but you do you.” Mason said, and smiled moving to stand next to Kevin to watch the next wishes.

“I would’ve wished for a warm and comfy sofa-nya.” said Jane sleepily.

“I don’t think sofas count as ‘wearable’ Jane.” said Mason.

“Catgirl-Genie!” Kevin stated, causing Jane to perk up and pay attention.

“Yes meowster, I am ready to serve you-nya.”

“I wish for a sapient cat, that has black fur and green eyes.” Kevin stated.

“As you wish, Meowster-nya!” Said Jane.

With a clap of her paws, and a poof of pink smoke, a black cat appeared on the floor looking confused.

“It’s yours, Mason.” Kevin said with a smile, gesturing to the new cat.

“You remembered what I wrote! Thanks dude!” Mason exclaimed happily and picked up his new pet, leaving to a corner to talk with it and name it.

“Now, for my second wish. I want...um…” Kevin blushed slightly and leaned in to whisper it.

“Ooo, Interesting-nya! As you wish, Meowster-nya!” she said with wide excited eyes and clapped her paws.

With a poof of pink smoke, an orange leather collar appeared in the air. Kevin quickly grabbed it and hid it, by throwing it onto the sofa quickly.

“Ahem...s-so for my last wish. I’d like a pillow that puts me to sleep for 8 hours the moment I want it to, when I lay on it.” Kevin had insomnia, you see. And while ASMR and medication helped, he really needed a fix to STAY asleep.

“Aww, of course Meowster-nya!” Jane said, seemingly understanding why he wanted it.

She clapped her paws together and with a poof of pink smoke, a pillow with a pink ‘K’ in one corner appeared in the air. Kevin grabbed it and threw it on the sofa, it landed on top of the collar as planned.

Having finished her wishes, Jane began losing her cat and feminine features, also growing back to a respectable 5’11, from her previous 4’0. Male again, and with his clothes and glasses back, Jake smiled and stretched, running a hand through his short ginger hair as it returned from being long and pink.

“Ah man, that was awesome, being a pet and just relaxing all the time...I’d love to do that again.” Jake said. “Could do without the meowster’s and nya’s though…”

Mason seemed to hear that from the corner and smirked at Jake, before returning attention to his new cat.

“Uh, anyways, Eva next.” Jake said, and sat on the sofa to watch.

“Techno-Genie!” Kevin said commandingly, getting a poised stance from Eva. “I wish for a gaming pc that is always better than the best gaming pc out there, and never breaks down.”

“Affirmative!” Eva responded robotically, holding her hand out. Out of her hand came a cloud of nanomachines, which began building the best PC ever, the one that Kevin had dreamed of. As if the magic knew exactly what he wanted it to look like.

After a few moments there was a beefy desktop pc on the floor. Kevin carefully moved it next to the coffee table for later.

“For my second wish, I want the same thing, for my phone. I want my phone to be the best phone that will always be better than the best phone out there. AndroidOS of course, Apple is lame.” Kevin held his phone out to Eva.

“Affirmative, master. It shall be done.” Eva responded and touched his phone, allowing nanomachines to cover it and modify it according to Kevin’s wish.

Once she was done, Kevin was now holding a very futuristic device, somewhat similar to the Asus Rog Phones in appearance, but with strips of glowing rgb along the back that formed a familiar logo of a witches hat, with an ‘R’ on it.

“Alright! For my last wish, I wish for a portable motorbike.”

“Affirmative master!”

As it was Eva’s last wish, the transformation back to Craig also played into the wish. The nanomachines forming Eva’s body began stripping away, and revealing Craig underneath. Once done, Craig remained motionless with his eyes closed, while the nanomachine cloud built a motorbike. It was very futuristic, and sleek. Like it had come out of the Tron franchise.

Then the motorbike began collapsing in on itself, turning into a disk with a space in the center for gripping. The disk lay on the floor and Kevin eyed it suspiciously and threw it, when it landed on the floor it unfolded impossibly into the large motorbike. And a few moments of nobody being on it, collapsed back into a small disk form.

Kevin whistled. “This is awesome.”

Mason and Jake had been watching and were equally impressed.

“Hey dude, that might be your best wish so far.”

“I’d love to ride it some time.”

“Uh...that was something…” Craig said, causing everyone to focus on his restored male body.

“Welcome back, drone.” Kevin smirked.

“Yeah...drone...hmm.” Craig said, wordlessly walking to sit down on the sofa.

“You okay dude?” Jake asked.

“Yeah. Just, a week's worth of memories to sort through...give me a bit alright?” Craig replied, taking a pensive pose to reflect on Eva’s memories, as himself.

Mason looked at Kevin and shrugged.

“Alright...that just leaves the problem child…”

“You gotta use the wishes, Kev.” Mason looked sternly.

“I know but...he’s gonna be so mad with us, especially me.” Kevin cringed.

“Maybe, but I wasn’t going to let him be the reason we get banned from magic.”

Jake spoke up “Look, Lance is an ass, especially towards Craig.”

Craig gave a “hmm” as he was still engrossed in his mind.

Jake continued “But he’s still our friend. I dunno, I feel bad that he was essentially forced into this.”

“Please, Jake. He knew the odds of ending up bottled, if he was that against it, he shouldn’t have played.” Mason countered. “He let his overconfidence and arrogance guide him and faced the consequences.”

“True, but I still feel bad for him.” Jake shrugged, then faced Kevin. “So use the wishes already.”

Kevin sighed “Alright, I guess I should unmute her...”

“Nah, the wishes will override your commands.” Mason muttered.

“In that case...Cleaning-Genie!” Kevin said firmly, and Lancine stood at attention.

“My first wish is for all our homes to remain clean forever.” Kevin said.

“Trés bien, it shall be so maître.” Lancine said calmly. She did a curtsey, and nothing visibly appeared to happen. Especially since she had done a good job of cleaning Mason’s apartment all week.

“Uh, I'm gonna assume it worked…” Mason said.

“Alright, second wish. I want a never-ending soap that makes your skin perfect.” Kevin asked, a bit embarrassed.

“Trés bien, it shall be so maître.” Lancine replied again. She did a curtsey again, and this time there was a poof as a nondescript bar of soap appeared on the floor.

“Don’t be embarrassed dude, that’s valid.” Jake reassured, also seemingly interested in the idea of flawless skin, given his acne.

“Right...and...I'm out of ideas…” Kevin admitted.

“Damn it Kevin, we have no time left, you can't brain fart on us now!” Mason said with a smirk.

“Uh, I have an idea.” Craig chimed in.

“Oh, look who’s back from his reverie.” Jake said, patting Craig on the back.

“Right, um. So wouldn't it be kinda nice if we could take poops without the need to wipe?”

“Uh...you cannot be serious dude…” Mason sighed.

“No, no, let him cook.” Jake said.

“Right well, like imagine never needing to use toilet paper, or waste time wiping waste.” Craig continued.

“Plus...the ladies might like a permanently clean ass…” Kevin added, considering it seriously.

“No! I did not set all this up, for such a stupid wish!” Mason said, hysterically trying not to laugh.

“I think it’s genius!” Jake smirked.

“So do I! Cleaning-Genie! I wish for everyone in this room to have a permanently clean asshole!” Kevin said with a big grin on his face.

Lancine was of course, still dronified, and simply replied with the automated,

“Trés bien, it shall be so maître.” She curtsied, and then magic seemed to hit all in the room, including herself.

“Hmm, I thought it would make my ass squeaky…” Craig murmured.

Everyone burst out laughing, and didn’t notice that the french maid had turned back to normal, into a very male, and very upset Lance.

“You guys are a bunch of assholes.” He muttered angrily and stormed out the room.

This caused an awkward silence.

“Um, should we go after him?” asked Kevin nervously.

Mason sighed and shook his head.

Jake shrugged and looked at Craig.

“I’ll speak to him later, I'm used to dealing with his anger…” Craig muttered.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

“Ah, that’ll be my spotter! Look after Luna will you?” Mason said, handing his cat to Jake and leaving the room to answer the door.

“Luna, huh?” Jake murmured and petted the cat, smiling a bit. “Hey buddy.”

Mason walked through the hall to his door and opened it to see Reina, the witch he had bought the bottles from.

“Hey Reina, we just finished.” Mason smiled and invited her in.

“Just in time it seems. I trust everything went well?” she asked, walking past Mason and heading to the living room.

“Yes, ma’am.” Mason replied and followed her into the living room. “Everyone, this is my spotter. Reina, from Good Witch Solutions. The one who made and sold me the bottles.”

“Nice to meetcha!” Jake said casually from the sofa.

Kevin blushed and looked away, with a shy wave.

“What's up?” Craig asked Reina.

“I insisted we write a custom contract when Mason bought the bottles from me. I’m here to make good on the contract.” she said, picking up the bottles from the floor and placing them on the coffee table.

The bottles had lost their magic and now resembled nondescript glass bottles.

“Uh, are they broken?” asked Kevin.

“Not at all, Kevin. They were only ever one use.” Reina replied.

“How did you know my name...?” Kevin murmured, to which Reina just smirked.

“You see, genie magic is especially powerful. Which is why I made the bottles only work for one use, and chose genies of various types. To limit the power of wishes you could have, as well as prevent future misuse.”

“Makes sense. So, do we pass your assessment?” Mason asked nervously, as their right to access magic in the future hung in the balance.

“Hmm, I’d say so. Yes... However, I sense one of you is unhappy. Mind bringing that one in for me, Craig?”

“Uh...sure.” Craig replied and left to fetch Lance.

There was some distant shouting and a loud thump. He returned with Lance, and a black eye.

“So this is the damn spotter?” Lance growled.

“No need for formalities, sweetie. Call me Reina.” She shot a small bolt of red magic at Craig’s eye, healing it.

“You...you’re a witch then? The one who made those vile things?” Lance asked, a little bit more nervously this time.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened?” Reina said. Her tone hid an underlying authority that suggested she was unhappy with the boys.

“Uh, maybe I should explain…” Kevin said as he told Reina the entire story. Craig was a bit shocked as he realized the extent of Lance’s defiance and unhappiness throughout the week. He had missed bits of it due to being a very hard working Robot secretary. Lance stood with his arms folded, as Kevin told his side of things. “...so that’s the whole thing.”

“Mason, dear.” Reina started in a stern tone. “Why did you force poor Lance into this?”

“Well...the contract...and besides he joined the game, he should’ve expected the odds to not work in his favor...” Mason stammered, looking uncomfortable.

“Regardless. You could’ve had Kevin make the wishes at any time. ” Reina countered.

“I um...well we...that’s…” Mason stammered.

“I won’t ban you from magic, you didn’t break the contract. However, I will not be refunding the deposit.”

“But that’s almost £100!” Mason protested, prompting shock from the rest of the group.

“Wait, just much was all this, Mason?” Jake asked.

“Well...it was a £92 deposit...with the contract of promise to free all the genies afterwards, I got the bottles discounted to a total of £86...”

“EIGHTY SIX?!” The group exclaimed.

“Per bottle…”

The group just stared wide eyed in shock.

“And all of this was one use?” Lance asked, sounding amused. “Well karma is great isn't it?”

“If I may interject. Yes the bottles are ‘one use’, but they are rechargeable.”

“Wait really?” Mason asked.

“Indeed. However, I have decided to modify the arrangement.”

Reina cast her magic, striking all four bottles on the coffee table. The bottles began to shrink and shift. In their place now lay 4 rings, each with a coloured gem reflecting the bottle they used to be.

“Now, they are rings. Wearing them will transform you into a respective form. However, they lack magical changes to your mind.”

“No more French, I imagine?” Jake asked.

Reina nodded. “The magic will also only work within the confines of this apartment, and for as long as you wear the rings. No wishes, no servitude, no odd accents or ticks. If anyone tries to record, or take pictures, the images will show up as blank white. Anyone looking into the apartment will simply see you as you are right now. And in addition, if you want the genie part of it back, you will need to return to me and pay a deposit.”

“So...I could put it on and become a french maid?” Asked Kevin.

“Yes, they will work for anyone here. To anyone else, they are pretty rings.” Reina replied.

“Can I make a request?” Mason asked nervously.

“I already know, and did so for the mannequin ring, Mason.” Reina replied. “You can become inanimate when you wish. However, be careful, as when you’re disassembled, you won't be able to change back. You will also not be covered by the magic either, anyone else will see you as a mannequin, and being taken out of the apartment while disassembled will also prevent changing back. You’d be stuck until reassembled and the ring taken off.”

Mason nodded, as if that was exactly what he hoped for. “I understand.”

“Have fun, boys. And respect each other next time.” Reina said and left the room, leaving the apartment.

The boys chatted somewhat excitedly. All things considered, this was better than they hoped for. Lance was quiet and reserved. He walked over silently and picked up the maid ring, looking at it thoughtfully.

“Lance? You okay?” asked Jake.

Lance hummed a response. Aside from hating it the first 5 days, he couldn’t shake the resignation that brought peace during these last 2 days.

“Buddy?” Craig asked in concern.

He left with the ring to catch up to Reina and ask her to have the servitude part added back if he got it in the future. Without the French, and more choice.

The others looked at each other and shrugged, already planning their next sleepover.