Anya

Staring at his new genie and now convinced of the fact that he had a personal genie Xander decided it was time to personalize his new genie.

"Well, in keeping with tradition..." Xander eyed up Anya, "I wish you were wearing a traditional Genie costume. By American understanding."

Anya did her magic and when she was finished she was dressed up like Barbara Eden in I Dream Of Jeannie. The pink and red costume, complete with hat and veils.

Xander stamped down on his initial giddiness. He wasnt going to be reckless with his wishes or easily pleased by first results. Like he had learned with Cordelia it took time to get what he really wanted right. Sometimes even he didnt know what he really wanted.

Not in this case, tho. He knew what wish he wanted.

"I wish the top and the pants were made of completely transparent material."

Anya worked her magic and when she was done her outfit was mostly compromised of completely see-through pink material. Allowing Xander too see all of her small boobs and her very hairy pussy.

"Eesh, I wished that was... groomed." Xander said pointing at the hair that offended him. Anya worked her magic and when she was done all that was left was a small heart shaped patch of hair.

"Much better." Xander murmurred as he looked his new genie over. And to his eye there was pretty much only one thing that wasnt accurate to I Dream of Jeannie.

"I wish you had hair like Barbara Eden in I Dream of Jeannie."

Anya worked her magic and when she was done she was sporting platinum blonde hair that was done up in an elaborate braid that hung down to her ass.

Walking around his genie Xander was both pleased and not entirely happy. His hair wish had turned that small heart shaped patch of pubis hair platinum blonde, which was an unintentional benefit. And the outfit was now right. The body it was on... wasnt.

He wanted curvy. He wanted zaftig. He wanted Frazetta. He wanted the blonde bombshell stereotype made flesh. Pam Anderson or Anna Nicole Smith in their prime.

And all he had was Anya.

Average body type Anya.

Well, he could fix that.

Hell, he could do better than that!

"Lets see... lets see..." Xander took a moment to think what was better. "Think... think... think."

After a minute Xander looked over his genie and anounced:

"I wish you were fix foot seven inches tall... about 130ish pounds... 46 G cup breasts that are firm, perky happy boobs with no sag or dropping... 29 inch hourglass waist... 38 inches in the hips... with a meaty, muscley bubble butt of an ass... alongside mucled toned thighs and calves... finished by dainty feet for that Frazetta finish."

Anya worked her magic and when she was done Xander just had to stop and stare.

He could only think of one thing to say