Decisions, Decisions...

Francis stared at the Genie, thinking of what he wanted her to wear. So many possibilities flashed through his mind as he contemplated her as a schoolgirl, a cheerleader, a girl scout, a hooker, and many other images that he shot his rocks off to.

But would that really be fair to her, Francis thought. After all, she’s been real bitchy about everything else so far. It wouldn’t hurt to throw her a bone.

“Would you mind taking everything off?” Francis asked. “I’d like to work this step by step.”

With a snarl, the Genie’s outfit flashed away. Francis felt his cock beginning to stiffen at the sight of her naked flesh again.

“Well, for starters, you need some underwear,” Francis said. “Let’s try a pink thong made of… silk. How about a white button-down blouse? It should be silk as well, with short sleeves, loose-fitting, and light enough that a bra would always be visible and also your nipples when you’re aroused.”

Should she wear blue jeans or a skirt, Francis thought.

“You should wear a skirt that’s calf length with a pink floral pattern and a split up to your thighs. It should be clingy and provocative. And your shoes, they should be heels, let’s say five inches with a closed toe.”

Francis watched in awe as she changed to his preferred attire. Walking slowly because she was unused to the heels, the Genie stopped in front of a mirror and examined the outfit.

“Not bad,” she said. “I was expecting you’d have me walk around half naked or something.”

The Genie frowned.

“But a ponytail really doesn’t go with this. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Francis said. Slowly, the Genie’s hair shifted from a ponytail to shoulder-length ringlets.

“Much better,” she smiled. With a twirl, the Genie turned to face her Master.

“Wow,” Francis mouthed, his cock at attention. It was if he was sitting before a goddess.

“You know,” Francis said after getting a grip on himself. “As nice as it is for you to change what you wear with a snap of your fingers, it kind of takes the fun out of shopping, especially for lingerie.”

“What are you going to do about it?” the Genie said crossly.

“For the duration of your stay with me,” Francis smiled. “And other than what you’re wearing now, any and all clothes you will wear must be purchased.”

“Do you really mean that?” she asked, her eyes wide with shock.

“Yep,” Francis grinned. “I want to enjoy watching you model your purchases.”

“I can buy clothes?” the Genie said. “None of my Masters has ever let me do that.”

“Well, I try to be different.”

“Thank you,” the Genie said, sitting down next to Francis.

“So,” Francis said. “Do you have a name?”

"Yes," she smiled.