Back at home with her boyfriend who doesn't know her identity

She had been around for a while, but she had never been in a situation where nobody knew what she was. She told herself that if he remembered this, she'd just be a genie playing the part of a girlfriend to him. So she erased his memories, and implanted ones of him finding a burial chamber with an actual mummy, and becoming fairly wealthy and a little famous from his discovery. Then she implanted a memory of herself, a beautiful middle eastern woman with a British accent, who he had a bit of a crush on. She hesitated, and then changed that. Who he had fallen deeply in love with at first sight, and frequently imagined when masturbating. There, that was better. He gathered up all his courage and asked her out, and she, of course, said yes.

She touched the lamp and it turned to liquid in her hands, flowing into the shape of a ring that fastened itself around one of his fingers. Not the left ring one, of course, they weren't married. She had told him it was her grandmother's, and that she was supposed to give it to the man she loved. That way he'd still be able to make wishes. Finally, she gave him memories of her moving in.

She decided not to make it so they'd done anything, not even kissed, because they actually hadn't, and she didn't want to lie about that.

Then she transported them, and everyone else into the world she had designed. She was annoyed to find that they had separate bedrooms, but she supposed that if they hadn't even kissed, it wasn't surprising. She knew what her first order of business would be, as she put Matthew asleep in his own bed.

Well, second, anyway. Something about having a body had made her constant lust almost unbearable. She had to masturbate.