This choice: Corey, your older step-sister, looking more annoyed than surprised... • Go Back... Towering above your step-sister, you found your own presence imposing, the urn filling the closed garage with multicolored light and smoke. Her blonde hair being blown back by the magical wind, she seemed.... unimpressed.
"What's this supposed to be?" She sneered, looking around at anything but the floating lady in the air made partially of smoke. "Liam? Is this a prank?"
You wanted to tell her yes, it was Liam, but not it wasn't the prank. Instead, what came out of your mouth was;
"I am Zhham!" You voice boomed, pulling her attention. "This is no jest, Corey Mable, who I now know as M-Master..." The last term was pulled quite forcefully from your mouth, as it felt very unnatural calling your step-sister Master. "I am the djinn of the urn. A force older than natural order, predating the progenitors, created before time organized the world. I am at your disposal."
Corey raised a carefully plucked eyebrow, still with disbelief. "A wish-granting djinn? Really? You're not making this any easier to believe."
Very classic Corey. You felt the magic at your fingertips surge. "Very well," you respond, feeling the words come out as if someone else was saying them. "I am able to take a request. A small fraction of my power. This will not count against your three wishes. Tell me your request and I may grant it."
Corey looked surprised by this willingness and pondered for a moment. "How about... hmm... make me three inches taller?"
You shrugged and snapped, your step-sister waited until the felt her yoga pants begin to run up her leg, as she extended quite painlessly to the height of 5'11''. She gasped, noticing her midriff on what was a regular sized tank top for her former height.
"What the fuuuuck?" She said, looking at her ill fitting clothes.
"I hope that satisfies your curiosity," you state plainly.
She looked up at you suspiciously. "Did you just... make my clothes smaller?"
"Do NOT tempt fate, sister!" You snapped back with your own personality as your new voice shook the room. "I am gracious, be thankful I made your proportions the same!"
You quickly shut up. allowing you a moment of silence. You used this moment to see if you could shift things around. Focusing your energy, the urn stopped spewing the magical smoke and the florescent lights on the ceiling flickered back to life. Putting great effort into it, and sweating slightly, you reformed the magical smoke that was your legs into the harem pants that Cal gave you earlier. You were now regular sized, which you noticed was still several inches taller than you lengthened step-sister, probably close to 6'5". You stepsister looked intimidated, which tracks, as she's used to being the prettiest person in the room.
"No... Master" You smarmed at her, "What is your first wish?"
Your stepsister bit her lip. "So... anything I want?"
"No wishing for more wishes, you get three," you said tritely. "No brining people back from the dead. No wishing to be a god. Beyond that, yes."
"Well, let me start with something easy then," she said wryly. "Zhham, I wish to be the most beautiful person on the planet."
You scoffed at the wish. How very surface it was, and unbecoming. Your stepsister was fine, a beautiful lady already, no even more appealing with the extra three inches of height to her already generous proportions.
Then you realized the implications. You smirked slight, and snapped your fingers.
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