Rebirth

Simon only made one wish as they left the building that everyone would forget that the two of them had ever been there, to begin with. Jessica moaned and caressed herself with her usual touches but thought nothing of it, more focused on what her Master had told her.

She was confused again but latched her hand onto the young man’s as she followed him to outside a shop where he made another small wish for one-hundred Euros. That time she received a kiss on the forehead and a stealthy hand stroking the front of her red thong, making sure she stayed dry and then giving her a few strokes of approval once discovered. The cheerleader was smiling happily at the praise; her body shuddered from his touch.

The genie was doing well. Jessica, led by her Master instead of the other way around, made her smile.

Her Simon only led her around when he was excited or had surprises.

Jessica loved surprises when done right.

Her first Italian Coffee house.

The blonde cheerleader kicked her feet in the air as she happily sipped from her first authentic cappuccino.

Life was good.

So were the pastries!

She let out a delightful sigh and giggled as she licked the foam mustache right off her lip as she sat at the counter with her boyfriend. Simon hard at work, as usual. The young man focused on using a charcoal marker to trace every symbol inside her ring box, much in the same way as getting the imprint off a leaf with a crayon.

He rubbed his brow and then held up his work to himself, getting up to find a sink and rinse his hands off so he didn’t rub residue on anything, then came back to show her what he had discovered.

“Check it out.”

Jessica found herself being the one to now tilt her head like a puppy, once again a sign her Master was rubbing off on her, and looked at him confused.

“So, what is it?”

The young man laughed as he took out a pen from his backpack and drew all the symbols again from memory and opposed the lines and patterns made from the charcoal imprint.

“It’s a language, Jess. That wish you granted for me to become fluent in any language I hear, read, or see? That’s what this is. It’s whatever language that they have. Here!”

He scribbled down all the lines he had into English so that the young woman could understand. Jessica’s emerald eyes looking curiously at what had been written inside her ring box by her Mother, and how it would help get them to summon her Mother back to their world.

“Until my return or on the day of her maturation, send the signal and summon to the unbound child. Let her take you somewhere to open you. Once opened, Perform the ritual of binding upon her to this ring as you were a Master, but safely and without harm. Once she is bound, summon me to her until I must depart. Then, keep me hidden until I must return and send me back with haste.”

She planned this just as Simon had told her.

Her Mother knew it would happen. She had known that there was no way to avoid it now, and she had prepared for this to happen.

The young genie’s face scrunched, thinking now how scared the woman must’ve been for her to sacrifice seeing her again until she was an adult. Her Mom must’ve been through a lot. She hadn’t been able to return in eighteen years.

All that sacrifice.

“This proves that your Mom had to sneak around to come to see you, Jess. Everything she told you. She was trying to protect you.”

He then held up another finger for her to follow along, “And I know how painful it was to see, but you were capable of using magic without being bound. You still granted wishes.”

“Don’t remind me,” her mind responded anxiously.

Her body clenched up at the thought of how many possible and chaotic things could’ve happened to people that had only made frustrated remarks or simple utterances. But, on the other hand, she probably granted many untold more minor wishes during her upbringing.

None of them her own.

How many boys wished to date her, and she wound up actually having to date? How often did a friend wish for her to do something for them that she wound up doing? How often did someone wish they could buy something that she whipped out her card or purse without hesitation?

Jessica lived to help people. She wanted to make people happy. The genie didn’t want anyone to be lonely or sad. How often did she wind up doing that for someone because they just uttered that they wished for something around a naïve unaware genie?

Her status as the popular, future-prom Queen, head cheerleader, could’ve practically been molded by it!

“Jess, I’m sorry,” Simon sounded guilty and remorseful upon bringing the subject up.

He sighed, “But, I’m only saying that because your Mom knew about that fact, too. She did the same by having Gioiello wish for your box’s infusion for it to do what it did. She couldn’t build the box or the ring herself, she needed someone to craft it for her, and she put a lot of effort and thought into wanting it to be perfect for you. She also needed the box to come back because she couldn’t do it herself with her Master controlling her.”

Her auburn-haired boy took out another piece of paper as he tried to pick up her spirits and keep her focused on what this was all meaning for him.

“I think magical energy is a big deal, Jess. Wishing for stuff probably unleashes more than just your….”

Simon stopped himself from saying the word “orgasms,” and Jess knew that he had. She slumped her shoulders forward and pouted as he tried to recompose himself as his face flushed a reddish pink.

“S-So…like, the more that it gets used, the more it gets noticed. If we just had her appear, your Mom’s disappearance would draw attention to us because she would suddenly not be there anymore. I think we need to find a way to summon her that draws the least amount of attention to us, but longer than you had last time. There’s a possible way to do that.”

The blonde genie raised her eyebrow curiously, waiting for the answer.

“Which is?”

Simon pointed to the image on her sweater with a smile, “That.”

The cheerleader looked down and glanced at the genie’s lamp on her front and began putting it together as she smiled.

“Oh! I get it! We’ll create an object or a seal of some kind that’ll command her to be summoned when she enters her lamp. Because if she’s been returned to the lamp, she’ll have more time because that would mean the Master wouldn’t be using her or notice her being gone until she’s summoned again.”

Her boyfriend smiled and nodded approvingly, “But we can’t summon her lamp over, or else someone will come for it.”

The young man frowned as he brought up another important detail, “I still don’t know how either of us would handle fighting a Master, Jess. I’m still trying to figure out what this damned thing is supposed to do after this morning.”

Simon adjusted his shirt collar before pulling out one of the last requests they had from the jewelry store. He displayed the metal shard of the seal he had woken up with dangling on his chest, now tied like a necklace thanks to a donated last-minute jury-rigging with a fine strip of tanned leather. Jessica watched it sway for a moment as it looked almost like a strange artist’s rendition of a crescent moon.

“If we just took her lamp when she got in, and it was dangling on her Master’s belt, we’d both be fucked over. So we should try to find a way to summon her when she gets sent there to keep her safe as possible.”

The young man left the artifact out in the open on his chest, taking a deep breath and showing more remorse, “I’m sorry, Jess. I know this isn’t exactly what you wanted to hear, but….”

“Master, it’s fine,” she cut him off approvingly.

She smiled warmly and let out a shrug, “I don’t want you or my Mom getting hurt because of me. I want to see her again. If this is your idea for the best way to do that, then I trust you.”

The genie bit her lip nervously as she smiled. A blush was returning to her face as she rubbed her arm self-consciously. Her voice was becoming soft and tender.

“Maybe we could talk more about it later? I’d like to continue our date for right now. You promised to take me to that art museum you mentioned.”

The young man blinked with surprise but smiled warmly, kissing her on the cheek, “Sure.”

“C’mon, the museum is this way!”

Jessica followed as they entered the central square, her eyes staring around the massive open area space and then up to the brown brick medieval tower and building in front of them, adorned with the paintings of banners along its sides. Her Master led her past a couple of statues as she stared at one of them, seeing it in constant textbooks and images. Her eyes widened.

“Master is that….”

“No. Just a replica.”

Before she could become disappointed, he smiled at her and motioned to the entrance, “The real one’s inside.”

Jessica’s eyes widened as her Master led her through the Palazzo Vecchio. And then to their destination.

The Galleria dell’Accademia and The Uffizi Gallery.

Two of the most famous art galleries in the world for Renaissance art dating from the 12th to the 17th centuries.

The former being where they now stood.

The genie let out a gasp in delight as she smiled wide at the real version of the statue her emerald eyes had only seen in textbooks and photos.

Michelangelo’s David. Standing over five meters or seventeen feet in height, towering over the visitors that came to greet them. His eyes were staring toward Rome as the statue held the sling over its left shoulder.

Jessica continued to smile with her mouth open as she looked at her Master, smiling at her reaction, delighted to see her amazement. She examined the statue in all its detail. The lines of its face, the veins sculpted into its right hand, the foreskin on its penis.

The Renaissance artist went to great lengths to get all the details of the human body.

“It has pubes….”

Simon began snickering as he reacted to hearing the young woman’s focus, “Am I supposed to be jealous of a statue?”

“N-No!” the young woman blushed and looked down in embarrassment.

“Master’s cock is much better.”

Jessica’s blush increased in intensity as she twisted her foot and looked away. The admission was causing the young man to take a deep breath to recompose himself.

“It better be. Sheesh.”

“C’mon Jess,” her Master smiled to her as he pulled her hand along, “More to see.”

Moving from the gallery in the academy to the Uffizi made the young genie’s eyes widen in wonder. Her father had taken Jessica abroad with her Stepmother for the holidays here or there. However, she never got to explore places like this. It had always been the same, going on shopping trips with her Stepmother or staying in and exploring the room service and hotel amenities.

Otherwise, she would have seen all the great art galleries of Europe with the same amount of awe and glee that she was now experiencing.

Her Master had brought back that excitement she once had at seeing something new. It was clear, Simon was catching up for all the lost time, making new memories with her, showing her how much bigger the world really was.

The world beyond Eastlake was full of vast places and experiences that shared expressions of itself she had cut herself off from to become the Queen of High School. In this, she learned something else about her boyfriend that had grown of age because of their childhood.

Simon had a reverence and curiosity for those that came before him. It made so much sense, as he seemed particularly curious of the self-portrait by Rembrandt that hung in the gallery. His head tilted, curious at it as she propped herself against him. Once he was curious of something, the genie had known he’d stay stuck like that for a good moment. The boy’s emotions gave away his mood to her, perplexed, trying to figure out the meaning behind it. Once again, Jessica finding the young man being adorable in his reaction to such a painting.

Eventually, his attention turned, and he motioned toward her, “Whoa, hey Jess. Look.”

Her emerald eyes gazed up to where her Master led her in another part of the gallery. They widened as she recognized the painting almost instantly.

“That’s Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus,” she gasped softly in recognition.

The famous painting of the blonde goddess that had been born fully grown from the sea, standing in the scallop seashell as she remained naked from head to toe, trying to cover herself below with her long locks of hair.

The painting was so much larger than she ever thought compared to the books that had sat on the coffee table in her father’s foyer. She had always thought of having a connection somehow to the Venus in the painting, as unique in the art style as it was. There was always a meaning behind the art. That was what made it seem so beautiful to the young genie.

It hit the blonde at that moment, the realization of where she was standing, what she was doing.

Jessica felt her eyes stinging as she felt all the emotions from the previous days that had piled up in her coming back, her face sniffling as she rubbed her face in the slightly oversized sleeves of her sweater. The Venus in the painting was seemingly smiling down at the choked-up blonde as she looked at her boyfriend with a newfound sense of gratitude.

This meant a lot to her.

Her face cracked open into a smile as she sniffled again. The genie’s eyes looked upward at her Master’s Hazel orbs. Jessica attempted to keep herself from crying again. Her mind was thinking of all the things that had spiraled out of her control. Now, all of those times leading to this moment where the blonde found herself face-to-face with something she hadn’t imagined seeing in her life or mattering to her whether she had or not.

Jessica hadn’t even felt like she even mattered at all. Now she was here.

“I always wanted to see something like this….”

The young man smiled at his genie and nodded, then held up their hands as he wrapped their pinky fingers together and motioned their hands up and down. Recognition of a childhood promise that he fulfilled in some way. Simon’s voice warmly let out a soft chuckle,

“Looks like a nerdy date isn’t so bad for the Head Cheerleader, is it?”

Jessica let out a soft laugh as she shook her head with the smile plastered on her face, “Not all at!”

There was so much more to see. As Jessica discovered, it wasn’t the only work by Botticelli even in the museum. There were so many more Renaissance artists that contributed to the famous gallery. It made the young blonde swoon as she and her Master went from room to room. The day was seemingly progressing in slow motion.

Simon sighed as he shook his head, looking at his phone and the inevitable response from Kevin.

His fingers clicked back as he sent another reply back, then raising an eyebrow as Jessica watched her Master’s demeanor change again. Simon was clutching her hand as they made their way through the rest of the museum.

“Looks like we have just under two hours left until the opening bell.”

The genie stopped as she realized what her Master was speaking of their lives back home.

Right, school. They had to go back there at a certain point. It didn’t matter that they were already in the afternoon on the other side of the world.

“Do we…have to go back, Master?” the genie asked hesitantly with some worry.

Sure they had their backpacks and stuff with them, but after the past 24-hours, the cheerleader suddenly realized the point Kevin had made to Simon at lunch yesterday.

“You can do whatever you want, Simon! Why would you come back to this hellhole?”

The blonde had protested it then, but now it felt like the nerdy monstrosity had a point after all. Why go to high school when the genie could be exploring the planet with Simon? Finally getting her Mother to return to her?

Having herself and her Master fuck each other wherever they wanted in the middle of the afternoon?

Jessica bit her lip nervously as she awaited her Master’s reply, but being on the other end of things really was still a learning curve for the genie.

“Hey, Jess? You want to try something else?”

The genie raised her eyebrows curiously as she looked to her Master, her voice remaining soft as her question remained unanswered, “Like what?”

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“Ahhh!” her voice called out happily as the spoonful of her new favorite treat made its way into her mouth from her boyfriend’s spoon.

Gelato. Why the ever fucking hell did she NOT order gelato before! Let alone get the real thing!

The blonde cheerleader nearly pressed her face against the shop’s glass that Simon brought her to get some of the frozen treats. However, they were almost on every other corner in this town! So many flavors! So many she had never seen before!

Tiramisu Gelato? She wanted to go bouncing off the walls when Simon gave her a sample.

In the end, the two teenagers sat on the Palazzo Vecchio’s grounds as they ordered at least three different flavors, all in a single bowl.

Jessica once again took great satisfaction in having her auburn-haired boy feed her more than digging in for herself. She enjoyed it as much as he was watching his genie go at it.

Maybe genies preferred being fed by their Master to eating for themselves. It was always possible!

The blonde bounced in her seat against the fountain. Simon motioned outward toward something on the ground with his spoon.

“You see that, Jess?”

Her emerald eyes curiously stared as she looked out a stared at a circle in the cobblestones that signified a location.

“This is where the Bonfire of the Vanities happened,” Simon explained as he took another bite of gelato for himself.

Jessica opened her mouth, waiting for another bite as he obliged her, and then went about explaining the event that he read about in a pamphlet or book.

“This monk named Savonarola wound up in control of the city, kicked out the Medici Family who controlled the city at the time. He was a fanatic, so he had children go from house to house searching for objects of idolatry. Art, books, clothes, cosmetics, trading cards, instruments, mirrors, you name it. They’d gather it all up in this square, and then they burned it all.”

The genie’s eyes widened as she looked up in shock, looking at the bustling Palazzo that once hosted such an affair.

“Why would people do such a thing, Master?”

Simon shrugged as he ate another spoonful of gelato, “People do all sorts of things, Jess. Savonarola seized upon the Medici’s corruption, and their unpopularity then capitalized on the backlash and wound up in power, looking to achieve his ideals.”

His eyes glanced up to the genie’s face and then back at the landmark on the ground, pointing to it, “Of course, he pissed off the Pope at the time. Wound up getting excommunicated, crucified, and burned alive after a few years.”

“Brutal, much?”

“That’s the way it was then, Jess,” the boy admitted while he held the spoon out for the genie to eat from again.

The blonde took a bite as Simon looked out over the square again. The cheerleader, with eyes locked on her Master, directed them to where his own were. Her head softly placed itself against his arm and shoulder as they sat together.

“That was over five hundred years ago. Now look at what’s happened only since.”

“I wonder how different their world is from ours,” he thought aloud.

Jessica didn’t have to ask who he meant at this point. There was only one other world that he could’ve been talking about. She closed her eyes and let her body rest against his in the warm light of the Sun. The genie tried to picture it for herself.

Master was curious. Perhaps something inside her could picture it.

It was hard to see, however, when she did try. It wasn’t her world, and she wasn’t born there. It wasn’t Simon’s world either. That made it imperfect for her almost immediately.

“Any world would be better with more people like you in it, Master,” she mumbled softly.

He smiled down at her and gave the genie a peck on the forehead before he sighed.

“I doubt that, unfortunately. But, at least you’re one of a kind, Jess.”

The genie smiled and stretched out as she yawned. Then, she leaned herself forward and placed her back in her Master’s lap so that she could look up at him from her laying position. Her skirt and sweater were lifting themselves a bit as she adjusted.

“Master, how about we just stay here instead of going back to school? You could show me more new things. It’ll be fun,” the genie offered for him.

Simon only shook his head with a slight smirk, “Sorry, Jess. Promised Sam. Even if I hadn’t, I can’t do it anyway.”

Jessica pouted back to him, “Why not?”

He shrugged and then sighed as his face became more serious, “Well, I need to go back. I’ve got to watch out for Kevin to make sure he doesn’t overdo it.”

Kevin? Why would he go back for him? The genie wondered to herself. He gave his friend what he wanted—a tool to have his **** on those that wronged him, with the exception being herself.

“But, why? He obviously will.”

“That is why,” Simon repeated back to her as he handed her the gelato while she sat back up to look at him.

He quietly smiled as he looked down at his feet and the stones embedded beneath them, “Kevin’s my friend, and I want him to have his moment, and I want things to change at school and the way things are run.”

The auburn-haired boy then held out his opposite hand to his genie as a way to display his contrast, “On the other hand, giving him power is my responsibility. I can’t afford to let him go overboard. I need to protect you, but I also need to protect Sam and to know what we’re capable of.”

Jessica watched as her Master looked down from her as he admitted something to her with some shame.

“My friend is damaged by the way people treated him, but also the way he allowed himself to be treated. Even I’m guilty of it because as much as I’m giving him, I’m also using him.”

The genie’s eyes widened as Simon revealed his latest wrinkle to her.

“Y-You’re what?”

Without hesitation, Jessica quietly took her Master’s hand, helped her back onto her feet, and led her out of the Palazzo and down to where he wanted to go next. He spoke as he went.

“I want to know how much we’re able to change things, Jess. Both with your power and with what limits there can be. The amulet we made Kevin allows for that, but it also gives us a chance to see to what extent it can be. Kev doesn’t care much about the consequences or outcomes for that sort of behavior, but I do. So that’s what the App is for. It’s a technology powered by a genie’s magic that decides what is or isn’t. Remember how wet the table became and how out of it you were when you imbued what I wrote in it?”

The blonde bombshell nodded as she responded, “Yes, Master. How can I forget?”

The two walked on further until entering another open square in front of a white cathedral’s façade where the statue of a stern-looking man gazed down at visitors entering inside, with lions guarding at the base of his pedestal.

Jessica looked at the figure in awe, her emerald orbs wide, “Who is that, Master?”

Simon stopped his movement towards the church entrance as he smiled up at it, “Dante.”

“Dante?”

Her auburn-haired Master nodded again as he looked up, “Yeah, the guy who wrote the Inferno? Did Miss Littlewood ever make you read about him yet?”

Jessica pouted and reminded her Master, “English Lit, not Italian.”

Her Master shook his head, “That’s too bad.”

The young man smiled at her with an idea, “Maybe we can look it up together later, how about it?”

She rolled her eyes, smiled, and shook her head as she considered Simon’s question as he laughed while his hand once again rubbed and scratched at the back of his head.

Her Master led her into the Basilica of Santa Croce, where tourists and other people gathered, and once inside the church’s large hall, the blonde looked along the walls in the sense of wonder.

Massive and ornate sculptures and intricate-looking carvings in marble adorned each wall. Jessica turned her head upwards to her Master, a finger pointing forward as they walked. Her face etched in the same curiosity to her Simon that would be on her face when they explored.

“What are those?”

Simon continued looking forward, not taking a moment to glance back. Jessica watched her Master as he stared up at the sculpted structures in awe and amazement. His emotions displayed themselves to her as she knew he wanted to see this for himself, and excitement built within him.

Her Master finally gave the genie the answer.

“Tombs, Jess. Tombs and monuments built to some of the most well-known people in human history.”

“Whoa,” the genie thought as her mouth went slightly agape.

Why would Simon want to come to a place like this? That would be the question she would have asked in a moment like this. If the blonde had remained clung to her ignorance of things.

However, the sight and grandeur of Michelangelo’s tomb, with three statues of women at its base and another above the tomb-coffin of the famous artist, himself made the young genie stare up in awe as her Master had. Even in ****, his body became a work of art.

Against the church’s back wall was another ornate tomb, one where a man looked up from the center holding a telescope in one hand as two scholarly-looking females flanked each side. The front of the grave, like the ones next to it, was etched in marble.

Galileo.

Jessica had heard of that name in class, too. The man told the world that the Earth revolved around the Sun and not the other way around. Even she knew who that was, but that was just a subject in class that she had to answer for a test question. Nothing more.

Now, her Master showed her that he was real, tangible. Galileo did exist, just like the Venus, just like the David. That Jessica herself was real, along with the possibility of seeing her mother once more.

She looked up in awe at Simon while her Master remained distracted by his sense of wonder at such things. Everything had a meaning behind it to him. There was always a purpose. Always a point. Even when he did something just because he could, her subconscious, her memory, her childhood, her sense of self, they all cried out to him at that moment within the young genie.

Her heart fluttered in her chest, her body felt warm, energy about to burst from within her.

This was fate.

This had to be something like that.

He was so much more than what everyone around them had said. Jessica had known that. She had always known that. Even in her own dreams, she knew that!

There was no doubt now.

“Simon?” she had to refamiliarize herself with his name again instead of his title.

She wanted to emphasize it. Jessica knew she had to after what she decided to do at that moment.

“Holy fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this but, I….”

“Jess, what’s wrong?”

Her eyes snapped up now to see the face and feel the emotions of her Master. Them turning once again to his concern and feelings for her. Her face was feeling warm at the sight of that same boyish look. Jessica’s mouth was biting again on her lip from nervousness.

She was going to do this.

“Can…can we go talk somewhere private for a bit?”

He nodded but remained with a look of confusion. Finally, the Master and genie walked out down a corridor and out into a garden space that was relatively quiet and safe from prying ears.

Once they found an open-air building where no one was large enough to roam, Jessica broke from her Master’s hand and stepped forward.

She took a deep breath.

“Simon?” she asked, emphasizing the use of his name again, “You doing whatever I want you to do. That still applies, right?”

He nodded, scratching his tilted head, confused as to why she was facing away from him in the open empty part of the building, their voices echoing in the empty courtyard. Jessica composed herself again as she readied to say what brought him here to speak in private.

No pressure, just say it.

The young woman turned, looking resolved and determined, “I want you to take control.”

His eyes widened as the auburn-haired teenager immediately became confused, “Uh? What does…”

“Simon,” she emphasized again, “I told you what I said last night. I meant it. You are. MY. MASTER. And I want you to start acting more like it, not just for my own sake. But for everyone else’s.”

He shook his head, still not sure what was going on. Simon, still trying to comprehend her words as his body let out a nervous laugh, “Jess, I don’t understand…I….”

She remained resolute, and the genie revealed a secret she had kept to herself, “It is easier for me to call you Master. I’m still compelled to call you that over your own name. But, you know that. You had to wish for me to call you that again.”

A smile grew on her face as she looked up at the still confused young man, “But, for the last day and a half, I’ve been calling you that because I want to call you that! Because that’s who you are!”

He remained silent as she now found herself in the position to talk up his praises, looking at herself as she laughed.

“You always call me amazing and all these things, but you, you’re the amazing one, Simon, don’t you get that? After everything I put you through, messing with you, badmouthing you, calling you my fucking stalker? You forgave me—every time. Then when you could’ve **** yourself to pick between your best friend and the woman you loved, Kevin and I wanted to **** you to choose between us, and you took over because you understand us both. Have you seen what you’ve accomplished in such a short time? Kevin and I can’t stand one another! Yet you bridged us both by yourself!”

She smiled at him as she wiped the tears of happiness from her eyes, seeing the boy that had been so close to her younger self return, “You got me back, you finally got me to remember. You finally got to tell me how you felt. After hearing you say that, I was so relieved, so happy. You even slept with me on my own birthday!”

The cheerleader walked forward toward her Master as she told him more of what she had witnessed only since the night he found her ring, “You took down your own bully when he threatened the people you care about most. You’ve uncovered an entire history of genie and their oppressors, speak every fucking language you get exposed to.”

She started laughing again, holding out her arms and looking at him, as she smiled in an amazed sense of disbelief,

“On our first date, you take me to fucking Italy, show me the David from Michelangelo, the Venus De Milo, take me to a coffee house, showed me where the Bonfire of the Vanities took place while we shared gelato!”

“Simon.”

Jessica looked at her Master in some shame but smiled at him sadly. The genie unveiled more of her wounds from the past night to him and the ones he had tended. The ones that he mended in her broken self.

“The night before all of this. After knowing how everyone in my life treats me. When I was unable to look away, unable to deny what I’ve seen or heard. Knowing what the people around me really felt and knowing what they thought about me? And that finding out I never was human after learning that? I was done. I was so fucking done with everything. I still feel terrified of people finding out about me. Because I know nothing I do will ever matter to them unless they get something in return.”

Her voice cracked as she looked down at herself again, and her open palms as she felt her knees buckle, but moved again, hugging herself to keep the blonde from falling.

“I just accepted it. I finally felt like I knew I was really nothing that this was always going to happen to me. No matter what, I was going to be what I had always really been: a doll, a pretty-faced piece of property, that everyone around me couldn’t do a damn thing to help me if they even cared. And no one fucking cares because I’m supposed to be the “It” Girl, Queen of the Class, performing on a fucking pedestal like the toy I’ve always been! They only see that popular shell, the bitch on top of the world, and my father’s money bankrolling me! So, none of them would want to help me! So, I told myself that I had a better shot at being happy never leaving your house again. That everyone would just forget about me and let me go away. Disappear. And I wanted that….”

Simon’s feelings upon hearing her speak felt torturous, but he needed to listen to her. He needed to listen to all of it, the cheerleader resolved. Jessica was ready to confess every single thing to him at this moment. No matter how disheartening or embarrassing it would’ve been to someone else. She let out her anguish and let her feelings be known.

“I really wanted, and I really was, ready to spend the rest of my fucking life in your room last night. I was so depressed that becoming your personal sex pet, waiting for you to come home like a little puppy in my babydoll or lingerie, or naked, or anything you dressed me in, smiling and wanting to play with you like we were still kids and you had just arrived at my house, was something I actually wanted to have! That I considered actually doing!”

The blonde looked up at her young Master, her Simon, her closest friend, and now boyfriend in awe, smiling ecstatically, as he looked on anxiously,

“And even then, somehow, someway, in that moment of total despair, you managed to turn that depressed, lost cheerleader around into-not just refusing to admit her life was over-but into her increasingly, wanting to be your genie!”

She let out another laugh as she ran forward, charging at her Master and grabbing his face with both hands and looking at him in his hazel eyes with a smile on her face, “How could I look my younger self in the eye and think something other than how you’re capable of doing anything? You can literally do fucking anything you put your mind to! And now I’m capable of giving you the ability and chance to let you do anything!”

The genie frowned, now determined to make sure Simon didn’t squander the opportunities for himself.

“I told you not to be afraid. I’m not afraid of being what I am anymore, so now I want you to stop being afraid of yourself, too.”

She stroked his still boyish but matured features as she stroked her thumbs over his cheekbones as he continued staring. Her voice remained sincere. She lowered his head to look down at her. Jessica remained pressed to his chest as she once again explained to him the impact of what he had in his fingers.

“Simon, I told you what you are last night. Just like you told me. You’re my Master, and I’m your genie. You have the power to make the world exactly as you want it, and you don’t view that as a toy or as winning the lottery, but with the weight and responsibility that it deserves. I doubt almost everyone around me that I know would even think about that.”

She took a deep breath and channeled her resolve through her face towards her auburn-haired boy.

“But you need to know; it’s okay if you want to do something to make the world better for you. You can do anything you want, and you can do anything to me. Change my body, change my history so that I never forgot, or will ever forget, you, make us so that we never stopped being friends in the first place! That’s only just me. Look around you.”

She backed away and motioned to the floor, the sky, the ceiling, and everything, including the air they were breathing.

“All of this, as of this moment, all of this is YOURS! So don’t hold yourself back because you’re afraid of what you might do. Instead, use that side of yourself, the one you suppress, to ensure you know what you are truly capable of. I’ll be whatever and whoever you want me to be. I’ll make the world perfect for you. All you need to do is wish for it. I belong to you. I’ve ALWAYS BELONGED TO YOU.”

The cheerleader charged and leaped into his chest. The blonde grappled herself behind his shoulders as he managed to catch her without falling over. She kept her feet in the air as she hung onto him.

“Even if I still don’t understand why I want the things I want or act the way I want to act, I know it didn’t just happen overnight. I know how important it is to you to make an effort and not to expect anything to happen. You’re amazing. You’ve always been amazing to me. I want you to be happy, too. So let me do this for you.”

She smiled wide, cupping his face so they could look at each other.

“You called me your Queen. Kevin called me your ****. Both of you are right. Both are what I want to be for you at once.”

His eyes widened at her as he remained transfixed in his gaze, the same eyes he had as a boy when she did something to make him stare. She laughed at the sight of it, out of how adorable he looked, and also to reassure him.

“Simon, I really mean it. You’re not dreaming. Please don’t feel overwhelmed by it. In fact, just wish for yourself to never feel overwhelmed again. Wish for me to remove the suffering you have when someone whistles at you or things become too loud but don’t ever wish for things to be normal. I don’t think I could even grant that. It’d be impossible for us.”

Her feet gently touched the ground in front of his feet as she nuzzled into him, her hands rubbing through his hair as she smiled, “I want you to do whatever you want, I want you to be in control, I want to be with you, to be kept in the loop, so don’t be scared, okay?”

Jessica let her lips touch him softly, waiting for an answer as her Master remained silent. His emotions now lost in a deep swirl of different things.

The genie felt Simon’s love for her, the shock at what was said, euphoria for what was told to him. Then, of course, his fear of himself making a mistake, his anxiety over stepping out of bounds or crossing a line, his want to be free of all restrictions…

…his deep hunger for his genie.

“You are Master,” she declared to him again, “You make the rules. You set the boundaries. What you think is right, and what you think is wrong, only your decision matters now. It’s a lot to put on you, but you aren’t alone. I’ll help you. The people who you care about letting in, they’ll help you. I’ll do anything you need me to do, anything you desire, Master, because I am your genie. From this point on, you define who I am, what I am, what anyone is. Fuck anyone who stands in your way, Simon!”

She found herself unable to get away as an arm had quickly snaked around her, pinning the genie to her Master’s body.

“Is this what you really want, Jess?” he asked quietly.

He kept his voice quiet as his face remained emotionless, having to register the thousands of thoughts that had processed through her whole speech.

“Do you really want me to have all this power?”

Power.

Simon had constantly disdained it, and Jessica had watched him, felt him as he became **** to confront it, watched as he came to terms with it.

“Monsters have power…” she whispered to him, “And your power can destroy monsters.”

His body suddenly stiffened at the statement as his genie looked up at him. Simon was staring down and off into space. Finally, Jessica whispered in his ear again, begging him softly for what she wanted.

“Show me, Master. Show me all of it. Teach me all of it.”

A warning alarm went off on his phone, telling him that the time was coming soon to end their date and their wonderful morning in the afternoon. He pulled away from the genie, grabbing her hand in silence, leading Jessica back inside the cathedral and the intricate and famous tombs located inside Santa Croce.

He stopped slowly in front of one on the wall opposite where they first walked in. Unlike Dante, Galileo, or Michelangelo, this one was less ornate but no less massive. A picture of the man’s face etched in marble.

One name etched in Italian as Jessica read it out.

Nicholas Machiavelli.

“Do you know who this is, Jess?” her Master asked of her quietly.

She looked up at the statue of the woman, sitting atop the tomb, holding the portrait of the man and looking back confused at her Master.

“The name sounds familiar, but I’m not sure.”

Simon turned to face her and then looked somberly up at the tomb, “Last semester, I read his book for a Literature project, The Prince. I even had to do a presentation on his life.”

The young man squeezed her hand, “Machiavelli lived through some of the most impactful moments in human history. He lived through the reign of Rodrigo Borgia as Pope Alexander VI when he and his son Cesare were attempting to conquer half of Italy.”

The genie became confused, “I thought that Popes weren’t supposed to have kids.”

Simon smirked and let out a half-hearted chuckle, “Back then, they did, but Borgia was one of the few actually to acknowledge his children as his own. The Papacy used to be far more corrupt, and many high-ranking members would live debaucherously. Prostitution, Bribery, assassinations, using religion as a weapon, the Borgias did all of it. Hell, they used their daughter as a marriage pawn to gain more territory. They’re the ones that burned Savonarola at the stake, out in the town square. Machiavelli saw and dealt with it all while living and working in government in Florence. Especially with Cesare, who was a military commander. Most people say that was why he wrote The Prince in the first place.”

He lowered his head, looking back at the tomb after sighing deeply.

“He was the one who popularized the phrase “the end justifies the means,” even if he never really wrote it. The actions one takes are irrelevant so long as the goal in mind is achieved.”

Jessica stood quietly and listened as Simon shook his head, then rubbed the back of his neck. He silently stood as she looked at him, waiting as he continued to think to himself, then smiling and letting out a chuckle.

“I never thought of myself as a bad person or a good person. Just someone different. The only person who ever truly made me feel like I belonged was you.”

The blonde bit her lip as his shoulders slumped, “I could use a sign right now….”

Jessica puffed her cheeks in defiance, ready to put a stop to this as he put a stop to her own doubts. Instead, she dropped her book bag to the ground and then stood in front of her Master. The genie placing herself between his body and the tomb.

Her eyes were glaring at him, “Very well.”

The young woman pulled her sweater up and over her head, tossing it to his feet. Then, she seductively pulled her skirt off before unclasping the sheer red bra over her breasts, flinging it in his face. The blonde bombshell was then tugging the sides of the matching red thong, pulling the sheer nylon down and tossing them into the pile, her face now bright red as she walked forward to him. His brain sputtering as she pulled his face in and assaulted his mouth with her tongue. Eventually, his hand clutching onto the bare skin of her body as she wrapped a leg around him to hold on.

She was still his Queen. She was standing naked in the famous tomb of historical figures that drew tourists from around the world—displaying herself in all her glory before her Master. People gasped out in shock. She could hear voices begin muttering about the suddenly naked tourist girl in front of a famous tomb making out with a young man.

Jessica paid no attention to them, even as she blushed and knew they were all watching her. Unfortunately, her actions were making more of a scandal.

She ignored them, her eyes locked on her Master’s eyes, her knees bending until she knelt on the ground before him. Her own desire to have him see her in this manner winning out. She began having her hand reaching down to her pussy.

“Does this satisfy you now, Master?”

“Yell out that you must always do as Simon Says.”

Her eyes widened, and she felt herself lose control of her voice as she cried out.

“I MUST ALWAYS DO AS SIMON SAYS!”

The room fell silent and returned to their previous tasks, shaking their heads and placing their phones away.

“Stand up.”

Jessica’s eyes locked onto Simon as she saw his eyes transfixed on her. The genie slowly rose as was told until losing her footing and fell into his chest as she felt a loud smack on her ass, causing her to gasp out as both sounds echoed through the building. The security person turned back from returning to their post in confusion.

Snap.

Her clothes were suddenly back on her body in an instant. The people gathered around them, shaking their heads as if they saw ghosts. The suddenly naked young woman in the tomb of Santa Croce dressed again in the blink of an eye.

Her Master’s hands were on her, one stroking her ass and the other stroking the front—his voice in her ear.

“If this is what my Queen wants, then she should know better than to insult me when we’re in public. Discarding your outfit without permission or order will be considered an insult. You will be punished.”

The sudden shift in tone and quality in Simon’s voice caught the young genie’s attention immediately. His face was bright red like a tomato as he smiled and began snickering.

“Just kidding.”

The genie pouted as her blush remained spread across her face. Her Simon was pulling her closer again as he whispered in an aroused husk.

“Seriously though, Jess, let me at least make it, so we don’t get noticed when you want to do that. Sign and message received, I’m on board, but now you made me really hard. So just ask me again next time when you do want to strip like that in public, okay?”

He scratched the back of his head nervously, “After all, a good Master is supposed to protect his Genie from trouble, right?”

Jessica smiled back to Simon in realization as she nodded vehemently and responded to him happily.

“Yes, yes he does!” she picked up her backpack and hugged him tightly with a huge smile on her face.

“And a good Genie obeys her Master!”

Simon blushed again as he hugged her back, “I guess this might be...a little fun.”