A talk and clean up.

A few minutes later, Willow pulled away from the genie and wiped at her eyes— carefully, because of the dirt still on her. There was quite a bit of it too, as if she'd been rolling around on the ground for some reason. The lamp-shaped depression on the lawn and the broken shovel were probably clues.

When did that happen? How long was I in the Lamp? Melody glanced at the sun, it was still almost directly overhead. A few minutes? It felt longer.

Melody hesitated, then gave in to the submissive urge. "Would you like me to clean us up, Mistress?"

Willow grimaced and blinked her eyes clear. "Wouldn't that be a waste? I only get three don't I?"

Melody smiled. "I'm not that kinda genie, I'm a sex genie!"

"Sex. Genie." That flat stare was back. Even more intimidating with the reddened eyes. A little more mud and it would look like she was wearing warpaint!

"Yep!" The genie's hands slid up to cup her new boobs, thumbs toying with the rings. "I'm able to grant almost unlimited wishes, so long as they're related to sex in some way!"

"And getting clean is related to sex?" Her Mistress drawled. "It usually leads to getting dirty in my experience."

"Oh! I didn't know you were into that, Mistress!" Melody eyed the ground, dry and dusty from the small drought they'd had. "Should I get dirty too?"

Willow groaned. "Do not." That impish grin was all Melody. It was oddly nice to know the genie could still snark at her— proof that her friend hadn't been replaced. "I wish we were both perfectly clean."

The genie shivered as the command echoed through her mind and slid right to her soul. It wasn't directly sexual, surprisingly, though it did excite her when the power she channeled flowed through her connection to the Lamp and out into the universe. "Wish granted, Mistress!" Melody giggled just from saying those words for real!

Willow stepped back as something like a blue heat haze rippled from the happy genie and splashed over her. The dirt and sweat and dead skin, tanning oil, errant grass blades, everything that the brunette didn't want on her skin dissolved into dust that drifted away.

"Whoa." Willow lifted her formerly dirty leg and admired the glossy sheen of her tan skin and the soft and silky texture it had gained. "I've never been exfoliated this thoroughly before...and did you moisturize me too?" She looked up to see Melody staring at something slightly higher than her calf.

She licked her blue lips with her, what Willow discovered was also bright blue, tongue. "...you're not the only one that's moist."

Willow felt the familiar glee knowing someone was attracted to her body, but Melody had never drawn attention to it like this, and the taller girl has no interest in women. It felt different now. It wasn't occasionally teasing her shy friend, the power dynamic had shifted and Melody was far more open about her intentions.

Instead of confronting those emotions, Willow said, "Do you even have a cunt down there? Or did you mean the drool?"

"Mistress! Don't call it that!"

"What. You can walk— or float, I guess— around naked with those door knockers on your chest but cunt is too far for you?"

"...it sounds mean." Melody pouted with her arms crossed. Though, she seemed to cheer up slightly when the motion had a different effect than she was used to.

"Fine. Do you have a feminine flower down there?"

"Not unless you want me to, Mistress!"

Suddenly feeling tired, Willow sat back on the lounge chair and rubbed her forehead. Ignoring the eyes on her crossed legs, she clapped her hands and smiled brightly. "Please say that again, I must've misheard you!"

"Not unless you want me to, Mistress!"

"Okay, that was kinda cool how you got the intonation identical, but why do you sound so happy about losing your pussy? Aren't you a sex genie?"

"Uh-huh!" The sex genie nodded and stroked a hand along the wispy border at her hip. "And proud! That's why I like having a tail now. A genie's tail is a symbol of submission and bondage. We can't move away from our Lamp without permission, can't move the Lamp at all, or even touch ourselves while we're outside of it." Melody gave a squirmy shiver, her tail swirling in a tight spiral. "It's a constant reminder of what we are~"

"So it's like a chastity cage mixed with a leash for you." With that new perspective on things, Willow had to admit, "That's actually kinda hot." Could I grab her by the tail and move her around? She shook the thought away. "You have my permission to have your legs whenever you want them."

The genie bowed her head. "Thank you, Mistress!"

"Mel."

"Yes, Mistress?"

"I was kinda expecting you to sprout legs right then."

"Oh! You shoulda said you wanted to see my legs!"

"That's not what I..."

With another whoosh Melody's tail condensed into a very nice pair of legs. Perfectly proportioned. Supple muscles hidden beneath a thin cushion of fat. Anklets of sapphire jangled by her dainty feet. Airy blue lace flowed over every curve and hung from a sparkly belt slung across her broad hips.

Willow sighed and flopped back into the lounge chair. "Why are you wearing crotchless harem pants? Transparent harem pants. Pick one or the other. Why is it both? Being crotchless defeats the point of the transparency and vice versa!" It was a disaster of slut fashion!

"I like em! And you're the one laying there naked Mistress."

She had a point. Willow didn't like it, but she did

"C'mon, Mistress! Make another wish!" The genie clasped her hands together in front of her chin and tilted her head at the cutest angle. "Pleeeeeese~"

"Fine, I wish..."