Dan is intrigued, and the idea that completely impossible things are now easily possible with her magic make his head spin, but in a very interesting direction. "Ok, well, that is amazing, and enticing, but cmon upstairs and we can talk some more: I think I would prefer you to show me first, before making a wish that I can do that sort of thing to myself"
And he leads her back outside, and to a stairwell up to the house proper, opening the door for her. The house is not overly large, but it is stunning, nicely appointed with windows on most walls, and a mostly open floorplan. The eat in kitchen is separated by a breakfast bar from the living room area, and there is a spiral staircase in the back corner. There are only two doors off the main space, one is clearly a bathroom, and the other is either a guest bedroom with a futon, or an office space. He leads Genie to the sofa and then offers her a glass of wine, or something else. She is caught very much off guard, never having had a master wait on her, offer her a drink and she demures, no needing to eat or drink, but when Dan says if she wants one, she should have it, she agrees, pleased to be treated so well. He brings her a wine glass with a white, a fruity bouquet to it, while he sips some darker liquor over a very large, rough ice cube in a highball.
"Ok, so your magic can give me powers, but before I decide if I trust myself with that sort of ability, I think I need to see what it's like. So, I make a wish to have you turn me into something and poof, I'm just an object?" Genie nods, to everyone else except you and myself, the totality of what you would be, would be whatever it was you had me make you. You would be aware, able to see, hear, and feel, but quite incapable of movement or speech, though we would be able to communicate mentally. You would not be alive, but of course, also not dead, so any harm or changes that befell you in your transformed state would be easily regenerated when you asked to be restored." Dan blinks at that "So, like if I was firewood and was burned down to ask, no problem, just poof and reform me? If I was a glass vase and shattered, your magic just puts me back together fully?" She nods "Yes, no matter if you were burned, smashed, eaten, exploded, you name it, you would not be harmed since you would not be alive in the first place" Dan is floored by this "Eaten, like what, you turn me into a churro, down me, and I am ok? That's crazy" she shrugs "My magic does not follow the rules of logic nor physics master, so in some ways, yes, it is crazy" Dan sets his drink down, even as Genie takes a sip of wine and smiles "Oh, this is very nice, thank you, I quite like it. Besides being such a nice gesture, I rather think I am fond of this wine." He leans back, and while there is a part of him that is scared, worried, hesitant... a larger part stirs, as long dreamt fantasies hold the potential to switch over from impossible dream into realized reality.
He decides the hell with it, and stands up, figuring to start this journey at least close to what he is now. Getting himself situated, he takes a deep breath "Genie, I wish you to transform me into a mannequin please" She looks up at him, smiles and gestures, and he feels a tingle, holding his breath.
No. He's not holding his breath: he's not breathing. He goes to ask what happened, but can not speak. He tries to turn his head, move his arm, and nothing. He sees Genie stand up and come before him, smiling and she lightly taps on his face to an oddly hollow sound. He feels it, and the truth of his new reality sinks in: he's a mannequin, no longer alive, but fully aware as such. Remembering what she said, he thinks "Genie, can you hear me?"
"Yes master, and here, let me help you see yourself" and she gestures a full length mirror forms, and you see...a male mannequin, wearing a speedo and rash guard, with a painted on smiling face, staring back at you. "ok, so I have to admit, mannequins with faces always creep me out...I like the shiny silver or matte finish ones better" She nods and gestures, and you see in the mirror your face and facial features smooth away, your 'skin' turning from a tan color into shiny silver, all outward traces of your own appearance vanished. "Wow, much better... though in my fantasies about this, I wound up a female mannequin, hehe, um, Genie, can you?" and you watch in the mirror as your larger male physique shrinks a bit, limbs slimming, torso thins, curves form at your chest and hip, going from muscled male mannequin to lithe female one, your speedo becomes a bikini bottom, the rashguard resizing to your new form. You are now looking at a stylish silver female mannequin and you are amazed. "Genie, this is incredible, um, can you take the clothes off of me.... but, like not with magic, but...well.." almost embarrassed to admit it, but she smiles, understanding. "Of course master" and she comes over, and removes first your left, then your right arm. For good measure she takes your head off, laying the pieces on the sofa, and easily removing you rash guard. She then pivots your torso at the waist and takes it off, leaving hips with legs, before taking off one leg, then lifting the other off a stand inserted into its calf, and then removing the other leg and simply slipping the bottoms off your fully disassembled torso.
Laying in your living room in pieces, a female mannequin, quite unable to move but fully aware, Dan laughs. "Genie, this is amazing, wonderful, thank you" She smiles "I know your fantasy includes a bit more...we can do that, if you like"
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