Become female genie

Pink smoke issues from Jafar’s bottle. As the smoke dissipates you feel yourself reform. “What the fuck!” You say your voice high pitched and feminine.

You grab your throat, “This can’t be my voice.”

“But of course my pretty,” Jafar says grabbing your ass.

You look down and see what he means. You are treated to a nice view of two breasts hugged by a pink silk bra. Looking at your new form you realize you are now a statuesque woman. Your hour glass figure something out of a porno. You hand grabs where your cock should be, only touching the silk fabric of your pink harem pants and lightly touching your new womanhood. You feel your cheeks go red from touching yourself.

Jafar holds up a mirror and you see your face. You look to see a gorgeous woman looking back at you complete with pink bikini and harem pants. Her face is made up perfectly with lucious lips and eyes that could make any man stop in his tracks. Her hair is braided into a long knot that tickles the exposed part of your back.

“This is Impossible,” you say.

“You are my genie now,” Jafar says, “I am your master.”

“Yes, master,” you say submissively with a bow. “... wait, why did I do that?”

“You have to serve me because I have the lamp those are the rules. Now for my first wish...”