Aaron Landers, an Angry Eighteen Year Old

When he was asked if he had used A.I. to write his paper, Aaron Landers had told the bitch Mrs. Prestein that she could suck his nuts. Another afternoon in detention. Aaron did not care. If he was in detention then he was not at home with his bitch of a stepmother and her cock teasing daughter. The less time Aaron spent at home, the less time his father had to smack him around and treat him like a sissy. "That's right. Dance pretty boy. Show daddy's friends how you can shake your ass." William Landers would tell the teenage boy when he had his friends over for poker and Aaron was expected to put on his sister's dresses and makeup to wait on the drunken chain-smoking gamblers who would get handsy. Some forgot Aaron was a boy, others remembered and did not care.

Aaron was humming the Girl from Ipanema to himself when he realized that he was alone in detention. Aaron took his seat and looked around, wondering when Mrs. Carson would be gracing them with her presence. Aaron checked the list to see that it was just himself and one other student, that goth chick Kendra Fuller, when he noticed the lamp and could not help but think that the gold trinket seemed to shine with an inner light. Aaron picked the golden trinket up, laughed at it, and rubbed the lamp while holding the arcane object in front of his crotch like a simulation of a penis.

Aaron's laughter turned to shock and surprise when glowing blue smoke poured out of the lamp and began to take the shape of a woman. After a few seconds the smoke turned solid and Denise Carson was standing in front of Aaron wearing high heels and little else. "Master." Denise said with only the slightest of sneers. Of all the men to find her lamp, Aaron Landers was far from the woman's first choice. But it was not the genie's place to question, only to serve. "Your wish is my command." the genie spoke in a soft, sultry tone.

"What the fuck!?" said Aaron. "Is this a joke? Did you lose a bet or something?"

"This is not a joke, and I have lost nothing. I have gained amazing reality altering powers, powers which I am bound to use for your pleasure. My Master. All you have to do, is wish."

"Really?" said Aaron. His hormonal gaze transfixed by Mrs. Carson's exposed, sexy, body. "Then, I wish for you to prove it. Use your powers to do something that only a genie could do."

Denise gave her owner an impish grin. "Yes, Master."

(What should Mrs. Carson do to prove herself to Aaron? Leave your ideas in the comments.)