You thought that it will be quite simple. Heather pretty much lived at the beach. She would stroll up and down it every weekend, just searching for her next target. It was, actually quite simple. Find her, and trick her into thinking she is doing a video for Tik Tok. You put on gloves, grab the lamp, and head for the door.
A half hour of walking through the beach later, you find her, still with an open shirt, looking quite obviously for someone that would be looking her direction. At her sight, you quickly jog to her and ask the question. “Would you come help me film this video for my Tik Tok?” You ask innocently.
“Sure, I guess?”
“Great, come with me.”
She follows you into a nearby alley.
“Okay, buddy, I don’t think your really gonna shoot a video, are you?” She interrogates.
“Oh, yes I am,” you say, “Here, take this lamp, then place it into that dumpster, than I am going to have you walk over to the lamp and rub it.”
“Why?”
“That’s just the first shot, I’ll get a few more to complete the vid.”
“Alright,” she said.
You pretended to begin filming as she walked over to the dumpster and picked up the lamp. She began to rub it.
“Was that okay?” She asked.
“Uhh, yeah,” you say, confused on why she wasn’t yet turned into a genie.
“We’ll, can I see it?”
“Yeah, sure,” you say, still confused.
As soon as you stand next to her, ready to show her the footage, the lamp starts shaking. “What’s this about?” She asked as the lamp started to produce a steady stream of purple dust that began to swirl around her until colliding hard against her feet. Her feet began to turn into a the same dust, as all of the motions she made were slowly followed by the same dust. She then began to raise into the air as her shirt began to morph into a white bikini top with golden stitching, and golden cuffs formed on each of her wrists. A golden choker formed around her neck. Her long, blond hair began to levitate and was then pulled together and braced into a long high pony tail. Her breasts increased to a D cup, and her skirt disappeared and reformed into a baggy pair of translucent white harem pants with golden embroidery. As soon as she realized she couldn’t do anything, she yells to you, “This is all your fault you stupid B—” she is cut off as her body erupts into smoke and swirls into the lamp.
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