Inara gives Jimmy Olsen an unexpected makeover

Jimmy Olsen sighed as the unceasing desert heat vanished, to be replaced with cool air conditioning and soft leather against his bare skin as he sat down in a comfortable chair in just his underwear- wait, what?

Jimmy found himself looking into a mirror but the reflection staring back was Inara's!

Big purple eyes stared out in shock back at him as as his - no, her - jaw dropped and a hand reached up with slender fingers and long purple nails to touch his new face in shock. He now looked identical to the busty, sexy genie, right down to the light silk purple harem girl outfit!

As he goggled at his new reflection in shock, he distantly noted other girls moving around the shared mirror - strippers putting on make-up and changing in and out of what could charitably be called "clothes."

"What- what the hell?" he yelped but it came out in Inara's sultry female tones and he felt his huge breasts lift and strain against the flimsy fabric as he gasped in shock.

"Everything OK, Jimmi?" asked a leggy blonde to his left in a sweet, lisping voice, glancing at Jimmy as she applied a generous amount of pink lip eyeshadow and adjusted a naughty schoolgirl outfit. "Oh, sorry, I know you prefer "Jasmine" when you're working. Just like I'm 'Destiny!' "

"Jasmine?" Jimmy asked in shock before reaching his new feminine hands down to cup his breasts in awe, marveling at the sensations. He knew it should feel utterly bizarre and alien but instead it felt . . . comfortable? Impossibly, even normal somehow? "I- I'm a stripper?"

"No, you're a nun." snorted a Latina girl to his left dressed in a parody of a policewoman's uniform that showed off a huge, shapely ass. "Jeez, Jasmine, you do too many shots in the champagne room or something?"

"Hey, give her a break, Consuela! If she wants to get wasted, let her!" snickered a redhead with a thick New Jersey accent who brushed past as she slid into a cheerleading outfit that barely contained a bust that rivaled Jimmy's own. "If she gets too wasted to dance, I'll finally start getting all the cash from the big titty crowd!"

"I- I don't-" Jimmy stammered, standing up slowly, feeling oddly good. His - her? - whole body tingled pleasantly. "Bathroom?"

The tall blonde to his left - Destiny? - frowned sympathetically and put a hand on his bare shoulder.

"Aw, sweetie! Sure, I'll come with! Not feeling so hot, huh?" she said taking what he said as an invitation, which was fine since he had no idea where the bathroom was.

"No, I- I mean, yeah, I-" Jimmy stuttered, noticing absently as he - no, she!- stood up that she was perfectly comfortable moving around in this new female, sexy body, even in towering purple heels. Why did this feel so normal? He felt like he should be screaming or freaking out but his responses felt muted down to a just general disorientation. "I gotta go."

Inara suddenly appeared behind Jimmi with a smile as she spoke, winking at her mirror image made flesh.

"Go? But we just got here! Plus, you're supposed to start dancing on the main stage in 15 minutes and you're "not supposed to cause any disturbances or trouble for anyone," remember? Per your wish."

Destiny took her arm in hers and led her down a hallway before she could respond. Distantly, he saw the glint of his gold signal watch on the dresser as they walked away.

"Ooh! You were an evil genie after all!" Jimmi 'Jasmine' Olsen muttered under her breath as Destiny led him to the ladies room.