Dinner

Her heartbeat was once again in a whole race. Jessica's eyes tried to look anywhere around her Master as the genie's brain tried to process what in the hell she was doing. Again.

There was no **** in her system as the night before to use that as an excuse. She could try to peg it on his emotions getting the better of her, but to judge the look of Simon's body language and facial expression, he was more surprised how this conversation was going than she was! She could peg it on having a bad day, on having another breakdown. That made more sense.

But before that, her day had gone so great she even got a fucking superpower! When it was falling apart, she called out to him, and he arrived at her side in a heartbeat.

She had explained how things were going to be, he even agreed! So she didn't have to go down this rabbit hole of asking him what he would do if he wanted to.

He could do it. He could do anything.

Just like before, it was tempting. Soooo fucking tempting. Jessica heard her Mother's voice replay in her head again and again,

"I am dressed by my Master's wishes – just as you might be by yours. Which is exactly what I am trying to protect you from."

__"Well, thanks for the heads up, Mom. You were so careful to protect your daughter; you didn't notice the human hiding in the closet while you were telling me all this, so fuck it!" she groaned sarcastically to herself.

God, she had to check the thermostat. Simon looked like his sweat would soak through his black t-shirt and blue over-shirt at any given moment, and she could feel hers drip into her cleavage.

She made sure to lock her eyes on his again as he looked back at her, his face drawn closer to hers again unintentionally.

"Show me, Master."

He backed himself up a bit to gasp for air, obviously having held his breath at that moment. He exhaled as if his ears were going to start screaming like a teapot and shoot out steam.

"O-Okay..."

He quickly grabbed onto her hand and pulled her up onto her feet with him, his camera in the other, "I'll need a mirror. A big one."

Jessica looked around the room and saw his point. There wasn't the idea of a mirror in the guest bedroom. Her room had a full-length mirror for apparent reasons, but after they finally got off the floor in there, she didn't want to go back in there for the time being.

Then she remembered. Her brain, having felt the metaphorical light bulb turn on.

"I-I know!" her voice squeaked.

Without warning, she dragged the young man from the room and down the hall. He stumbled a bit off guard but adjusted quickly.

"Wow. Did you get stronger?" the young woman's Master observed.

She felt her face blushed again but understood the reference in an acknowledging giggle. This wasn't the first time she had dragged Simon by the hand anywhere. The two of them both were aware that this action used to be the standard operating procedure. She brought him to the familiar set of double doors adorned with gold trim and turned back to a confused Simon.

"Your parents' room?"

Good boy. He remembered that, too. She smiled, "Not exactly. Remember to take your shoes off."

The blonde genie opened the door and led her Master inside. She shut the door behind them and locked it, just as a precaution. Then, briskly, he lost the hiking shoes, and she grabbed his hand again to led him to a white doorway on the Right.

"This is my Step-Mom's closet. It makes mine look like a broom cabinet. I love hanging out with your sister and her in here. She used to catch us playing with her shoes, but you need to see the best feature. She got the idea from a trip she took to LA."

She led him around the corner and flipped on the light. She smiled and held out her hands, "Ta-Da!"

Simon's jaw dropped as he looked up and around, "Wow."

Hearing his awe made the young woman bounce ahead and smile and let him walk in to look around at the double-height shelves. A half-circle area with a stylish white seat sitting out in front of it got his attention as he turned to see the full-length body mirrors with spotlighting pointing down. He pointed towards the mirror, "That-That'll work actually..."

Jessica giggled in triumph again until he reminded her of why they were there.

"I guess you should go get ready..."

Her face began to heat up again as her eyes darted up at his red face trying to process how they were about to go about this. Then, nervously, a finger scratched against his face.

She felt her heart pound rapidly again as she backed away for a minute and took a deep breath. She felt warmer, and her voice became softer again, "Right. Okay. Um. How should we do this?"

They both remained quiet in thought with each other, their nerves between them making it harder to speak.

"What if you go strip in the bathroom? That way, I can make the wish," he suggested mentally.

If that was anything to go by, he had the same problem as she tried to find the right words. Though, the 'W'-word uttered almost gave her goosebumps. She watched him gulp again and shake his head. He didn't want to lose control.

She didn't want to lose it either. Instead, she felt herself gulp and looked down at the white carpet of the closet floor with a nod.

"Yeah. I'll let you know when I'm ready."

She slowly turned and walked back to the doorway, then turned around her head again and bit her lip nervously. Her Master tried again to figure out what exactly he should be doing. If this was going to be hard for him, maybe she shouldn't go through with this.

"Do you want to back out?" she asked nervously.

He looked back up at her worriedly, "Do you?"

With that, she knew, he wouldn't be comfortable unless she made the call for herself. She bit down harder on her lip again and shook her head. If it were to happen, she wanted it to happen now. Just get it over with, and get rid of this fear she felt clawing at her.

"No."

__"Okay. Let me know when you're ready."

He took a deep breath and readied himself as he looked up and smiled. He attempted not to be overwhelmed. If anyone **** this on herself, Jessica wanted it to happen on her terms. With someone who had no desire to harm her.

She paused, "Simon. Don't be afraid. Remember?"

The auburn-haired boy nodded, as she gulped nervously again at his response,

"You too."

She relaxed her shoulders and strolled out of the fitting room and into the nearby bathroom. The blonde looked at the mirror and began to pull her top off, then wiggled her way out of her shorts. She placed them off to the side and looked at herself naked in the mirror. Her body's skin flushed a light transparent shimmer of sweat that had built up from her nerves. Her hands moved her hair out of her face and let it fall behind her. The cheerleader retook a deep breath. Then moved a hand down her stomach and in-between her legs. Her other arm snaked around and went under her shapely breasts. She placed her hand over her left nipple. Jessica looked up at herself again.

This form was how she looked to Simon when he would see her after his wishes. She stared at the choker around her neck, seeing the gold and the large emerald that matched her eyes. Her Master had crafted a replacement for her ring and fashioned the idea in his mind. If he could imagine something like that in only minutes, she wanted to know what else was possible.

"Okay, I'm ready."

__"I wish to dress you in whatever I desire with the snap of my finger."

Her body pressed up again the wall, fingers rubbed her pussy, squeezed her breasts as she gasped out a moan. The surge of pleasure coming on was more substantial now that she stopped the chance to suppress it. She continued to masturbate until her release a moment later.

She gathered herself and began to wash the cum off her fingers and body with a rinse of warm water and a soapy washrag. Next, she washed her face and hands and rubbed the areas dry with a towel. Finally, her green eyes looked at herself again in the mirror.

The blonde genie looked a bit more flushed, but otherwise the same as when she took her clothes off a moment ago. Her Master now could change her fashion as he pleased. Her eyes continued to stare at herself at that moment. The panic and fear she felt had given way to a resolved acceptance. Her Mother's fears had come true, but not because of someone else's decision.

She still had a choice. She chose defiance against the fear brought on by her Mother's choices.

It was time to figure out what that decision entailed.

She borrowed another robe again, this time the short silk embroidered robe of her stepmother that barely went below her ass. She tied it around herself, the thinner fabric allowing her breasts more view than Simon's bulky warm one that felt more like a comfy heavy blanket.

Jessica returned to the fitting room to face Simon and sat next to him, staring ahead into the full-body mirrors. He had seemed to relax then a bit more now that it had happened. Then, without warning, he turned and gave her a quick peck on the forehead and turned his attention to adjusting his camera.

"Do you want me to take photos of this?" he asked her.

She rubbed the spot where his lips touched her forehead and smiled softly. Then, she shook her head at him, "Just a test run for now."

He nodded, "Okay. Go ahead and stand up in front of the mirror."

She did as was told. Then, as she stood in front of the mirrors, she looked back down at her Master over her shoulder as Simon sat watching her.

"So, should I expect anything in particular?"

He tilted his head again at her as she sighed and began to babble, "I just mean that, y'know you have certain preferences, I figure you'll just dress me up as your personal sex doll, or anything weird that I should be preparing for, so what am I..."

He suddenly smiled with his eyes closed and snapped his fingers.

Jess felt like letting out a hiccup as she snapped her head back and looked at herself in the mirror.

That was not a sex doll looking back at her. She felt like his hands had just been touching her, but clearly, he hadn't moved at all in that split second. She was wearing very high heels, from what sharp angle her feet were now in, and she was wearing some kind of lingerie. The blonde bombshell's legs felt the constraint of lace stockings, and her hips felt the tightness of a garter belt, and below that, a thong in between her ass cheeks, her breasts were pressed against some strapless bra. That was not what she saw on top, though.

She had to spin around and look at herself, the icy blue satin of the evening gown hugging her hourglass frame and down her legs to the pile of satin that mapped out at her feet and shimmered. Silver trimming and sash looped around her upper arms, a diamond tiara in her hair now styled like a movie star or royal, hell even her makeup was a matching icy blue/silver blend.

"Holy fuck...why would you?"

He continued to smile, "Hey, don't look at me. You were the one who wanted to look like a princess."

She felt her lower lip cover her upper one as she looked at herself and then at the long gloves. She looked amazing. The only time she had ever come close to something like this was when her Stepmother and Father went to a political event a few years ago. Stephanie had come close, but not like this.

She had to smile for a few more moments, her voice soft again, "It's wonderful. Thank you."

That playful energy inside her began to build, however. She wanted to see the not so innocent thoughts of her friend. This exercise was supposed to be his fantasies. He wasn't supposed to go easy on her.

She turned her gaze on him,

"What's it like with the dress off, though?"

His eyes snapped up open again as she smiled with a hint of mischief, "C'mon. What does the Princess have after the ball? I'm waiting, Master."

He gulped and walked behind her with a blush on his face; he crossed his arms and stood off to the side, "O-Okay."

He snapped his fingers again. Jessica felt the satin of the dress fall away, and her hair let down into a straightened cloud. She moved her hips off to the right side and looked again.

The winter ball theme of her new ensemble meant ice. Maybe this was his attempt to turn down the temperature. She licked her lips and modeled herself in the mirror.

He failed at that—big time.

The tiara was off at an angle on the side of her head. The pair of gloves remained over her hands as she rubbed them together, then the genie looked down curiously at the pair of heels on her feet. They were made of crystal and looked capable and ready to stab something at any time, like an ice pick. Her blue-frost-colored stockings had lines of crystals spiraled up and down, giving the impression of a blizzard when she would go by. Finally, the sheer icy thong and bra, fully embroidered with diamonds in almost their entirety on the front.

Oh yeah, she liked this. She flipped her hair and inspected herself at different angles. Then strolled up to the young man who was rendered frozen.

"I feel expensive."

This outfit alone had to be worth more than anything in Steph's closet. Then, as a further tease, she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his skin getting hotter as he stared ahead nervously and then finally looked at her.

"I like to think so," he replied.

She smirked. Her Master was very attracted to her at that moment, and to be honest, she understood why. When she heard people call her an Ice-Queen, she never expected someone to think of it like this. He leaned into her face, his breath getting warmer. She imagined herself being melted by him and his-

"I'll switch it up, though."

He snapped his fingers again, her sudden couple inches of shoe disappeared. The sudden loss of her newfound height to reach him made her pout. Again it felt as if his hands had been on her body, but now she felt something else take the place of the Ice Queen. She went back over to the mirror to find she had wholly changed styles to something more sporty. Specifically like she was a photographer's assistant.

Simon tied her back in a low ponytail familiar to his sister's style. She tugged the neck of her keyhole-style spandex onesie away from her necklace as it clung to her skin and showed her nipples forming underneath. The webbed and netted vest managed to keep them from view while stylish and had a various assortment of pockets. Unlike her khaki cargo shorts, which were so small and tight around her waist, they formed and rode up her ass; but she still found the pockets on the sides of them and her rear end. Finally, the genie's legs ditched the lingerie for a pair of long black stockings and a new pair of all-purpose boots. Happily, Jessica bounced herself up and down and looked around her new outfit.

"Hey, this isn't that bad! I could actually wear this!"

She found an adventurer hat behind her back, pulled it up, and put it on her head. Though it was tight-fitting and small, her new look was a pretty fun one. Maybe her Master was planning on taking her on an adventure with him. She ran back over to him and bent over, "Shorts are pretty small, though."

"They make that part of you look more alluring to the eyes, Jess..."

She giggled at his comment and the way he predictably locked on with his eyes. He felt like he had some claim to it. Last night saw to that. She gave him another wiggle view and then hopped back up.

"Okay! I like that one, too!"

She turned over at him and put her arms behind her back, ready with anticipation, "C'mon Master, do another one!"

He cocked his head, "Have any requests? School? Fetish?"

Jessica had to scoff at that question. He wasn't running out of ideas already, was he? That would've been so disappointing! On the other hand, she could at least make it challenging for him. She puffed a cheek and pouted at him. Fine, she would give him a challenge.

"Okay," she gave herself a minute to think, "How about...a school outfit that isn't my cheerleader uniform or based on it."

Simon had to think about that one. Given his photos, he _definitely _paid attention to her when it was Friday. Being an Eastlake High Head Cheerleader, that was so much a part of her identity that-

"Okay," he responded almost immediately to it.

She didn't even have time to register when he snapped his fingers again. This time, she was wearing a tight white cotton t-shirt, again without a bra, it was tied in a knot at the bottom to give him a view of her stomach, again she was wearing black socks that stopped at her knees, and from what she assumed was a pair of tight black cotton gym shorts. But, as it turned out, those weren't shorts, but panties that rode up into her ass. Her hair ran wild behind her, too, as she also wore a pair of black finger-less gloves on her wrists.

"So, this is a sexier take on my gym uniform. Feels like something is missing, though, shoes?"

Jessica turned herself back around to face her Master, who only shook his head and smiled, "Wet."

Oh, okay. The genie nodded in understanding. That made more sense. It would have looked far more perverted dressed like this if she was soaking wet or sweaty, or both. The soaked white t-shirt look would make a lot more sense. She looked over to him again and saw the more relaxed state he had become. Then she noticed it in herself and how they spoke to each other like it was all normal.

She decided to do some stretches on the floor as she pointed that fact out to him.

"Simon, it seems weird that we aren't as worried anymore about this as we were a few minutes ago, doesn't it?"

She decided to take a moment to stretch as he scratched his head, still processing the way her body was bending dressed in the outfit he made, "D-Does this mean we are having fun doing this?"

Fun.

She blinked and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face went blank as the realization hit her while she completed doing the full leg split.

This was fun.

He still had his brain process this whole situation was even happening, but he caught it before she did.

She smiled and let out a laugh as she realized it, "Yeah, I guess we are. Pretty crazy, right?"

She pulled her legs back together and then did a backward somersault to land on her feet. Her Master clapped and gave her a bit of an ovation for it.

Her eyes widened as she heard the familiar rumble of her stomach growling. She rubbed her belly and looked at her Master, who had his stomach rumbling soon after.

"Master, do genies still have to eat?"

Simon scratched at his head again, "From what I read, yeah, do you want to stop and get something?"

The blonde nodded as she saw him check the watch on his phone. Then, she looked up at him and smiled, "Can you cook for me again?"

The surprise of her request faded into a smile as he shrugged, "Sure."

She felt happy enough to attempt walking on her hands again, trying to keep her feet above her as she watches the silly boy scratch his head again, "Jess, do you cook much?"

"Not really. It's been too busy, but I wanted to learn though. Why?"

Simon's face went into Start-Up Mode again at that moment.

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Forty-five minutes later, she should have known it wasn't going to end right then and there.

Not when they had been having fun.

They had retreated to her kitchen, the lights now fully on and music playing quietly in the background so as not to mess with her Master's ears, but enough to bring life back to the house.

"Okay, try this," he smiled, holding the large wooden spoon up to her.

She made a loud 'Ah' noise and placed it in her mouth, licking the sauce clean off and letting out a mew to let him know she liked it.

Her Master had snapped his fingers again, and the blonde genie had ditched her last look for her current "Sexy Chef Jess" look. Something she didn't even know was possible until he told her he would teach her how to cook something.

Her outfit this time wasn't much of one at all: a fluffy white pair of slippers, a chef's hat that side half puffed off to the side of her head, a white apron with a set of pink lips, the word "this," and a cartoon baby chick, that worked to cover her breasts and remained untied at the back, and finally a white g-string with a bow on the back rising off the top of her ass.

Now, this was the kind of perverted outfit she had been terrified about being subjected to! Her Master had turned bright red then and said she looked 'adorable,' along with an endless stream of aroused emotions that came out of him.

She had let out a squeak at the sight of herself and looked away from the mirror as they finally succeeded in reawakening her embarrassment, with both teenagers returning to the state pre-wish where they didn't know whether or not it was worth to keep going.

Then they both started cooking pasta and pastries together, and it ceased being a problem for either of them. The blonde newcomer bounced on her toes as she wiped the cherry sauce from her face.

"So, how long do I wait to put that in for?" the chef-in-training genie asked.

"I'd give it about 10. Let's take a break and have some pasta," Simon wiped his hands off and grabbed plates to dole out food for them to finally eat.

Jessica hadn't realized how hungry she had been since breakfast. She twirled the green pasta on her plate, feeling the weight of all the ingredients she had put inside it get on her fork, then took a bite. She kicked her legs happily and savored them. Her first actual cooking moment without her parents at home tasted great!

Her emerald eyes glanced over, expecting to find her Master smiling and eating along with her. Instead, he seemed to focus frustratingly on his tablet, something that made him concentrate with some concern. Still feeling that same playful energy, she moved her chair directly next to his and purposefully bumped into him to get his attention.

"What'cha readin'?"

He snapped himself from his concentration, the auburn-haired boy glancing down at the message on her apron, giving her a quick peck on the lips and pulling a stray noodle of pasta that had been sticking out in the process. Simon shook his head as he looked back at her.

"Something I've been finding in my research into genies just keeps bugging me."

She looked curiously at him and took another bite of her food, "Oh?"

Jessica chewed and tasted the grilled chicken and tomatoes wrapped in the pasta. She swallowed and glanced back up at her Master as she drank from another water bottle. As she finished with that, he had devoured another bite of food on his plate in half the time.

"What is it?"

Simon shook his head, "I keep finding inconsistencies where genies are involved with something happening, but the descriptors keep changing. Taking on animal forms, possessing humans, corrupting their hosts, like people were always superstitious back then, and considered mental illnesses to be genies possessing their minds."

Jessica frowned the more Master explained. If anything, she felt offended by that, "That sounds pretty slanderous."

His eyes widened, and he became more emphatic as he agreed, "Right? But it's not just that; it's this one thing I keep running into when looking at religious stuff."

"Religious stuff?" she raised an eyebrow, "Like, there was a genie in the bible or something? Sounds cuckoo, Master."

He sighed. Jessica wasn't wrong, and he knew it. So she let out a giggle at the sight of her Master driving himself crazy to help her.

"It's hard to say. Possibly? I mean, it's old testament stuff, so like all of them reference the same events in different interpretations. So everything gets muddled and lost the more I try and bring theological things into it. But since it's all the same regions and areas, more genie stuff is coming from there. It's just-"

He stopped again and shook his head, and admitted to what was stumping him, "The Islamic stuff has this thing I keep running into, though."

She twirled her fork in her past as she looked at him curiously, "Oh?"

He turned his head towards her as he frowned dejectedly, "This thing called an Iblis."

"Sounds like a bad syllabus for Health Class."

Simon shook his head as he scoffed at that comment, but she at least made him smile again, "Yeah, no. Not that. Get this? This thing has multiple names, is associated with the genie, and was mistaken for the devil. Like, supposedly this thing, or guy, hated humanity for being an inferior to him because we came from dirt, clay, or mud, while he was born from fire, and because of that he got himself banished from paradise."

Jessica sat back in her chair and held her water bottle, "Well, that sounds rough..."

"Guess he didn't like us because he thought we were all dirt or lower than dirt. Y'know? Like humans are nothing. So must've made him or them not react well when humans had some kind of power back then against jinn-"

He glanced over at her as she became confused by the terms she had heard him discuss. But then, he corrected himself, "err...genies, sorry."

That got her attention. She didn't know that. "They did?"

Simon scratched his head, unsure of the answer, "I mean, if some of this stuff is true, seems some Humans were good at dealing with genies. I still don't know about this Iblis stuff. They don't seem like anything like you or I'm looking for. They have a couple of references about them commanding genie, but seem more like sadists..."

Jessica could feel a voice in her memory pulling at the back of her mind as she listened to Simon talking, "I looked it up earlier. There are all these references to that Biblical King, Solomon? Like, in Islam or some Arabic sects of other faiths, he was the Master of multiple genies, and that they stayed with him even when he died. But, of course, all that doesn't change the simple fact his temple got destroyed when the Babylonians and Romans showed up..."

He wanted to say something else that almost turned into a wish but stopped himself, rubbing his head as he got up and took his empty plate away to check on the cherry sauce still on the stove. Jessica simply sat and ate quietly, but her eyes still curiously gazing at her Master's tablet.

As always, in his crammed amount of time, he wrote down a fuck-ton of notes. This thing about these so-called fire-sadists was bugging him. It looked like his notes were starting to branch off into two different directions.

"We're not from this world no, but in our world we are slaves... I left you here to protect you, to live a free life. I knew until you came of age you would be safe from the Masters, but now that you are old enough I had to perform the binding ritual to keep you safe. If the Masters discovered an unbound genie in this world they would travel here and take you."

Her Mother's words echoed back to her and made the young genie frown again. Of course, the elder genie hadn't known all the trouble she caused by her effort to bind her, but even so, she had been afraid enough for her to through with it all.

The idea made her scowl. On the one hand she had finally met the woman who had given birth and given up everything to protect her. But, on the other hand, she had bound her, her own daughter, and was responsible for everything that had happened to her the last couple of days. So much effort was to keep her daughter from being enslaved, and it lasted all only 5 minutes.

What was her Mother so panicked by that made her do all this?

Jessica looked at the notes of her Master again and paused, one word escaping her lips.

"Masters."

"Say something, Jess?"

She got up and fixed her apron as she walked over to the confused young man. He offered her the spoon to keep stirring. She did so for a moment, staring out into space, then refocusing on her silly boy as he placed her matching oven mitts back on, "So you're going to want to take those out when the timer goes off."

He blinked as he saw her face, then look concerned as the timer soon went off, and the young genie performed her task, removed her pastry shells from the oven, and set them atop a rack. After that, she stared ahead in thought.

"Jess, you okay?"

He was feeling worried about her again. Jessica stopped and turned her emerald eyes to look up at him, "Master, do you think those fire people could be the Masters?"

His face went blank as he tilted his head again, "Masters?"

"My mom," her voice became soft as she frowned and looked down at the sauce again, "My Mom had me bound to keep me away from the Masters, she called them. The evil space genies that were supposed to take me away if they found me. What if..."

She looked nervously at Simon, her lip quivering as she remained still. Her eyes trembled and displayed the newfound worry in her potential realization.

"What if it's them? What if those are the Masters that have my Mom?"