Infinite Wishes

"Well then~" the genie smiles a bit wider than one should think from what you thought was clever trickery. "Your wish is my command~"

Smoke pours out from his finger tips that soon surrounds you. You try to hold your breath and fail, but instead of feeling smoke fill your lungs, you feel your lungs, and everything else, become smoke. You scream as you feel a breeze kick up, blowing you into the desert sands. You can feel the intensity of magic all around you as your unfocused eyes see the sand being worked into a fresh glass bottle, that soon sucks you into its opening.

Inside, you feel as cold golden shackles fasten around your wrists as you see yourself turning a lovely shade of aqua, the lack of clothes over your new gaseous form making that all the easier. You thrash against your imprisonment as you feel the bottle picked up.

"Rest easy, Genie Sister," the genie of the oasis chides. "You'll be having all the wishes you asked for. It's only a shame you'll never be able to make one yourself~"

You realize with dread as to what you have become as he forcefully tosses you off into the desert to be found by your next master. Perhaps they shall be wiser than you were.