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Once again my lamp ended up at a yard sale (picture that hahaha), and once again a young man thinking the lamp looked cool, bought it. This guy, whose name was Daniel was a real idiot. He kept making jokes about the lamp and decided to rub it much to my delight. This guy looked like a real tool, with bell bottom pants and a windbreaker, this looked straight out of a disco movie( I know I was locked away during that period, but I have fucking magic, I know everything that goes on). " So I guess I get a wish or something," said Daniel. "Great guess," I said sarcastically while mock clapping for him, " Now get it over with." "Hold up a second," he said ( the nerve of this prick, I was going to enjoy changing him). After what seemed like an eternity waiting, he finally said, " I got a dance competition coming up( as if I cared) so I wish that I was a phenomenal dancer." "Consider it done," I said.

With that I worked my magic and hot a white beam at Daniel. He felt woozy as his face feminized into a pretty woman's face and makeup and eyeliner began to apply themselves to his face. Long brown locks of hair shot out of his scalp and it gained a curly texture to it. His body and arms thinned out drastically. After that his height increased to about 5'5, and two small B cup breasts formed on his chest. His waist caved inward and his stomach became far more toned than it was. His ass lifted and became tighter and more toned, and the same changes happened to his legs. Finally his cock felt a sharp pinch in and it shrank until it disappeared all together, effectively making him a she. Her clothes evaporated into thin air to be replaced with an elegant belly dancer's uniform. " what the hell genie," she screamed in her now feminine voice. " Well DANIELLA, you wished to be a phenomenal dancer, but you didn't specify what kind. Also, I'm an evil genie. Since you made the wish, you belong to me forever." "NOOOO!!," she screamed, but it was no use. Daniella would spend eternity as my personal dancer.

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