Doubts

He was tense.

Fuck.

Fuck, how could he be so tense for making a fucking phone call to that thickheaded lug? Kevin was at a loss for words as he stared at his phone again. His hands clung to the dark hair of his scalp as he ran his fingers against the skin roughly, elbows on his kitchen counter, eyes locked onto the two objects in front of him:

His amulet and his phone.

Somehow it was easier when he was the loser, the persona-non-grata, the psycho that feuded endlessly with the **** girl who thought she was above everyone else. For that brief moment, he had it all and then lost it all. Everything and yet nothing.

His best friend had enslaved his worst enemy to his will yet was in love with her. Jessica continued to resist Kevin and his taunts, but when it came to Simon, she submitted utterly. The genie’s history with his best friend, one that had tortured that photography-loving exile, was much more complex.

Yet, the once-scrawny, pathetic nerd found himself in a situation that was as much on a tightrope as any.

His best friend had interfered but not wholly destroyed the plans he had set in motion. Kevin had the body, the cock, the wealth, and a throng of beautiful women to cater to his every need. He could never have Jessica, though.

The internal war he had distracted himself from for the past week continued to rip apart beneath him. The genie-the doll-the **** was not his to own. After the latest game and his friend’s decisions, Kevin knew Simon Harris would sooner destroy the planet than let anything happen to Jessica Edwards on his watch.

Simon could’ve done it the easy way if he wanted to. He could’ve reset everything and everyone. He didn’t need to put himself through these cycles of perversion unless he thought he had to.

“I want to know….”

There was a subject that the young outcast had tried his hardest to ignore, throwing himself into distractions, into his personal hedonistic paradise, to learn what his friend was teaching him. Then there was the realization as he fucked his gorgeous Natalia and Dee Dee again in front of the former Brad Myers. The look in his Blue-eyed Jessica toy shared the realization as his own.

No one had free will in this world except Simon.

It was irrelevant. Nothing mattered. The Master of the genie was the one who decided that. The rest of them were powerless. They were all just sheep like blue pills in the Matrix. Kevin was the first to take the red pill when he witnessed Jessica’s Goddess of a Mother tell her daughter the truth of her **** existence.

But Simon was the one who could fly, and he was set on following the white rabbit into Wonderland. His friend was still leaving his fate in the balance, Kevin realized. He was so set on his own possessive desires that he failed to see the bigger picture.

Kevin Scott was a bastard - a perverted monster - he had unleashed the beast born from within and with it the dreams of destroying his classmates and those around him. He had both succeeded in his goal but also wholly failed.

Failure. Struggle. ****.

Simon knew those things as well. They had formed their common bond of friendship in being the outcasts on the outside looking in. If anyone could figure out what his friend was planning or thinking, that meant only three people: His ****, his sister, and his best friend.

Jessica was telepathic with Simon, they knew each other’s thoughts, but the fucking doll was not gifted to think unhindered by morals or ethics. At least, not yet anyway.

Sam, the red-headed bombshell, had shared a womb with her brother; they had been close since Kevin knew them both. In fact, Sam was outright defensive, but she also believed she knew better than those around her.

Kevin knew he had two advantages. Firstly, he was the only male friend close enough to Simon to know how he functioned. Secondly, they had always had deep conversations one way or the other, and the auburn-haired dork could listen to him without running off to his psychotherapist for medication recommendations.

The buff nerd knew that Simon wasn’t done with him yet. It was how his brain worked. If he cared? Then he cared. If he didn’t? He didn’t. Having Jessica in control of the amulet had brought back the fear and intimidation Kevin was familiar with pre-genie from the cheerleader. He also knew the ****’s disdain for him had been fueled by his friendship with someone she had previously been tied at the hip to. So there was a surprising common thread for them both: they could tug against one another until the end of existence. His friend was serious about quashing the long-standing feud between outcast and Queen for the sake of relationships. That was the eternal pill stuck in his throat. The **** again had power over him, a human being capable of independent thought.

Independent until Simon could change it, and he or the slut very well could any time they wished.

That was a disadvantage.

Kevin knew that he was on a leash. That was Simon’s fucking solution to his own problem. Don’t lose a friend, but don’t cow-tow to him either. Jessica clearly didn’t have the same issue as her mortal enemy had. Yet, the nerd remained in control of his fucktoys; he had the Myers Manor, and last checked, there was still a party planned involving half the cheerleader squad for the day after tomorrow.

Why wouldn’t they just cancel it? Was it just to distract him? Keep him occupied? Or was it just part of the lesson to learn to use and appreciate what he had? Simon wouldn’t just let him keep getting away with things, would he? So what was the vengeful teenager missing?

Did something change again without his knowing? If Simon wished for it, Kevin knew he would have no prior knowledge that something had changed unless informed by the dork himself. His friend transformed his entire Spanish class and took control without the perverted nerd even knowing. Simon even allowed him the opportunity to go after his girlfriend as he always wanted, yet Jessica Edwards, humiliated, bullied, and sexually exploited, was entirely unfazed by his actions. He had underestimated her resolve. Was that the point? That the **** wasn’t what she seemed?

In the end, it took her own friends being bitches to her without Kevin’s help to push the genie over the edge. No matter how much fuel he put on Tiffany Stephenson and the rest of her troop, Tiffany could have blown him off or gone after him as usual. But instead, her own disdain surprised even Kevin himself.

She chose to go after her own leader, which Kevin would learn from overhearing. Tiffany treated her own friends as the puppets in a grand show. Ultimately, she was more than just the propagandist for the popular clique. The cheerleader manipulated her blonde friend into becoming the most popular girl in school, only to put her down when she stopped doing as was needed. Kevin was almost impressed by the slut at this point. Simon had told him before that he believed Tiffany was manipulative, but the level to which she broke the blonde bombshell was impressive. The way she spoke in her defense of the ****, it was as if the raven-haired shrew claimed her own sense of ownership over the blonde.

Jessica Edwards was so angry, betrayed, paranoid, and heartbroken that she Tiffany Stephenson to be locked away in her own house until she came over. That would have been a victory on its own, but Simon’s berating took the wind out of Kevin’s sails.

Knowing Simon, he was just as enabling to his own genie as he was to everyone close to him. She’d probably be out for **** after the last week. The bitch knew what he had done for himself. It wasn’t a secret for her. The **** girl had been clearly aware of his actions. Her ex-boyfriend was a copy of her, Kevin’s own remodel of what Jessica could have become if under his thumb. He had also amused himself by messing with her friends via their teachers, which also messed with her. Hell, his Natalia was the genie’s own coach.

However, the thought of consequences and punishment is still possible in a world where a genie made a person immune to them. Where there was that genie controlled by a person who looked for any consequences first? Kevin knew he was fucked when he got home from school because he had angered his friend. However, the idea of his actions returning to bite his ass made his paranoia and anxiety grow. It wasn’t going to come from the cops; the laws of society weren’t immune to magic. However, his best friend was also using him as a guinea pig to study the effects of said magic.

A thought, an idea, a flashback to that conversation with Simon on the stairwell after losing their little game crossed his mind.

How fucked up was Edwards’ family before a genie was fucking involved?

Kevin had fantasized about it before. How he would **** the genie if she were his, how he would go to her house and make it his own. Show her how indifferent her father was to him by making that trophy wife of a mom she thought she had into what eventually the nerd had made Brad Myers into. Take everything from her father or make her father see him as the son he never had. Jessica Edwards would then be **** to watch her own parent provide her mortal enemy the love she clearly never felt or yearned for.

But Simon knew the bitch’s parents his whole life. So, just as Kevin realized, he and the genie must’ve known the Harris family. He even mentioned the blonde’s father in a manner that made little sense to him.

Something wasn’t right about Mr. & Mrs. Edwards. Something that had possibly explained the evident emotional damage that the **** must’ve yearned for with her choices. The way she always ran to Littlewood, the group of friends she cultivated, her damned graveyard of relationships, her treatment of himself and Simon, that goddamn drive to be a fucking Prom Queen?

The Perfect Girl wasn’t so perfect, far from it.

She feared rejection, being knocked off the pedestal, and he would’ve loved to see it in that brief moment. He had finally attained it. The moment he envisioned afflicted onto the Queen of the School happened right before his eyes. The joy it could have brought after seeing her in that hallway naked, exposed, crying her eyes out as she turned and hysterically ran from Simon. The probable euphoria at the sight of the blonde, terrified, escaping into her ring, like the genie she was. She had **** but to accept that she was nothing. Not human. The absolute humiliation, dejection, and defeat.

Kevin Scott witnessed it. He saw Edwards’s defeat, the break of her It-Girl persona he longed for. The knowledge that she was inferior finally hit her. That the so-called Queen of Eastlake was no better than a lowly outcast. That she wasn’t even human, and everything she loved was worthless.

Yet, he was not allowed to celebrate that moment of seeming triumph. Because his best friend loved his **** more than anyone in the world. Kevin realized that someone close to him with that power would trigger that reaction. The anger, the rage, the feeling of that cold, endless darkness that spilled over and threatened to consume the perverted nerd’s new body from his nervous dork of a friend.

Bliss was replaced by terror, pleasure with pain, satisfaction with sudden repentance when the crystal of his amulet turned black. When the eyes and veins of his best friend did the same in front of him. That darkness and rage, witnessing what Simon would do if he allowed his restraint to slip if only a little.

He could have taken **** on Natalia, on the perverted cheerleader coach transformed by Kevin himself. He could have made him into something else and looked ready to. But unfortunately - for them - Jane, Nina, and the other cheerleaders that sided with Tiffany had less sympathy and pity from Simon than others. The nerd realized that Simon could have gone further, but why didn’t he?

Something else was also amiss. Why hadn’t Simon changed everyone back?

From the social media posts that morning, almost all of the teachers and students Kevin had altered on his magical spree were still trying to get over the “gas leak” that caused “hallucinations.”

However, a minority of those transformed remained the same. The most notable were those in Kevin’s current orbit. Obviously, Simon wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t notice that those around him were changed back in addition to his “lesson” to appreciate what he had. That was just fine with him, Kevin resolved.

The last three days of experimentation had proved most informative for the perverted outcast. In fact, the formerly scrawny nerd discovered something that he always pictured having in almost all of his fantasies and desires:

A sidekick.

Kevin wasn’t exactly sure what he had done. Had he broken the teacher to the point of being this way? Was it the power of the amulet? Her new desires?

Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that the Spanish teacher and coach of the bitchiest group in school would become the Harley Quinn to his Joker. Initially, he had dreamed of Jessica and her dumb, airheaded blonde ass **** to take on that position as his ****. However, the slut’s coach was earnest and far more stubborn in her energy than the blonde.

Perhaps it was her previous age and experience, but never in his wildest dreams did he picture her going so gung ho in making the cheerleader-hating Mrs. Cooper into one! One ordered shopping trip out and about later, and Natalia returned with Olivia on a leash.

Literally and figuratively.

Two teachers, both sexualized to Kevin’s content and aged into youthful primes; enslaved by the outcast boy in their class. **** to bathe together, sleep together, shop together, and now returned from several clothing stores and three different sex shops around the area. Whatever had happened to the back and forth they had that morning, Natalia seemed to quash with a ball gag, spiked dog collar, and neon green leash.

Assertive. The teacher was surprisingly bold until she saw him and dropped to her knees and touched herself. Humiliating herself for him almost immediately without having to be told. Had the Latina beauty been paying attention to his behavior? Odd.

He watched the woman’s neon PVC mini-skirt rise high enough to reveal the lack of panties. Yet another request after listening to the perverted house overlord berate Jessica Myers’ choice of clothing that morning. Surprised, Kevin frowned at his teacher and then snatched the leash for Olivia from Tali’s hand as the Latina offered it.

Kevin hated surprises. Surprises meant someone was able to get around him somehow. The young man stopped himself from snapping his fingers as Simon again entered his mind. The dork could snap his fingers, and the genie’s clothing would immediately change into whatever the photographer pleased.

That black uniform, the skimpier regular uniform, and that absolute bimbo stripper at the end made the perverted muscular nerd’s eyes water. Even he hadn’t thought of something so simple as a method of control over the Queen.

He began to feel hard at the thought of Simon’s abilities over Jessica Edwards, but there was also the way the **** and her emerald eyes looked at his friend as if he was the only thing in existence.

There was no possible way that slut would ever look at him similarly. However, the look in Natalia’s own eyes toward him now made Kevin freeze up. Was it out of fear or something more?

“Natalia. Strip for me.”

“Si, Maestro.”

Unlike the last time, his Spanish teacher didn’t hesitate, almost with an aura of acceptance. She smacked her modified ass, rubbed her enlarged breasts, and began to dance out of the skimpy attire that made her advertise herself as a fucktoy. It was normal for her. As if there had never been a change.

As he glanced at the beauty of a biology teacher on the leash, Kevin thought about how they would be in a complete panic at their own behavior, but they weren’t in control. In fact, it would be everyone else that would react differently to them that they feared.

Within a few sensual moments, the Latina beauty was naked in front of him and **** for approval. The young man with his recently granted height frowned further as he decided to proceed with his test.

Smack.

She took the slap to the face and winced as she looked back, confused, unaware of why she was hit by her Maestro. Kevin winced internally. Usually, he would feel no guilt from such an act, but some bit at him at that moment. However, she remained silent, as he had told her repeatedly that in his presence that the teacher could not speak unless spoken to.

“Do you know why I hit you, my dear Natalia?”

The Latina and her big wide eyes shook her head in confusion, the red mark forming on her cheek as Kevin displayed his usual dark grin to cup her chin,

“Because I can. I can do whatever I want, and you can do nothing about that, right? Unless you want me to show you as the naughty slut you truly are. Is that what you want?”

“No, Maestro.”

The perverted and twisted young man held his hand again, “If I wanted to hit you again, would you let me hit you?”

She bit her lip and looked away nervously, but surprisingly for Kevin. His eyes widened as she nodded,

“Si.”

This was unexpected, even for him. There was no amulet to change his Natalia’s opinions, **** her to do as he pleased, and the Spanish teacher had plenty of reasons to continue to try and resist. The young teacher remained focused on him as Kevin suddenly tightened his fingers around her jaw and gripped down on it like a stress ball. Her mouth winced in pain as he growled at her,

“And you would do that for me because?”

His Latina’s arms folded in front of her breasts as she struggled with the correct response to justify his actions. Kevin wasn’t sure why or how, but it logically had to be related to the **** fetish he implanted. She didn’t want to be exposed, she loved the idea of being used and manipulated, but it was out of fear. Peralez wouldn’t dare be caught and would do anything to avoid that because he was….

“Because, without you, Maestro, I would be nothing.”

Kevin froze, and his grip released as the teacher looked at him with those wide brown orbs. He shook his head in disbelief,

“What?”

“Without you, I would be nothing.”

No one had ever told him something like that before. Kevin Scott was the outcast, the loner with only one awkward friend, the psycho kid who didn’t deserve love and wanted to watch the world burn and take everyone with him. Natalie Peralez was of no exception. She had practically bred resentment among entire classes of teenage girls he had idolized and lusted after.

Without him, she would be nothing….

Bullshit.

It had to be bullshit! Just to stroke his ego for a brief moment of reprieve!

“Don’t play head games with me!”

He backhanded his Latina cheerleader coach with his palm, and she stumbled in her naked form but remained upright. That wasn’t possible.

“Si, Maestro. As you wish.”

Was she…upset? Ah shit. The look of dejection on his teacher’s face when she looked almost to tears made his black heart twitch. The nerd growled as he rubbed the front of his face with one of his larger hands.

“Natalia.”

The teacher looked up with her puffy red eyes and tears still threatening to leak out. The young man scowled as he turned back to his phone on the table. The alert ping sounded and caused him to look back. He yanked on Olivia’s leash and pulled the other teacher forward, only to gently cup Talia’s chin once more with his face too bitter to face her.

“If that’s true, get dressed, go to a tattoo parlor, and have these words written on your skin.”

He wrote five words on a nearby sticky note with a pink marker left by Dee Dee and smacked the message into his teacher’s breasts. The Latina’s eyes widened, and she quickly blushed and looked astonished, almost petrified, as she locked onto him with her eyes. The woman ducked her head away and mumbled quietly as she turned away and clutched her clothes.

“Si, Maestro.”

As Kevin sighed, he pulled Olivia with him out of the kitchen and into another part of his manor, phone in hand as he looked down at it.

1 Person Posted a Status update.

1 New Message.

The social media post was from the genie.

The message wasn’t from her Master but from his own mother. Asking him how he was doing since he had moved out of the house. How quiet it had been without him there and if he had planned on visiting.

Kevin fell silent at the message. He had no intention of going home, but the smile emoji in the message reminded the nerd that there had been a life before this. There would be no need to go home to the drama of his mother’s stress or the distant visits or phone calls of a father who lived elsewhere. None of their denials or their arguments, or their rants.

They had no idea how unaware they were. How their rules didn’t matter. If Kevin were to attain the power of his amulet or Simon used Jessica’s magic, then the laws of man no longer mattered. The total control of a genie was complete freedom from the consequences of their world. Right and wrong? Who the fuck cared about things being right or wrong when you can change the laws of physics and nature with a sentence? No restrictions. No one’s opinion mattered…

…save one.

As Kevin looked at the messages between himself and his best friend, Simon responded with nothing.

The feeling of his anxiety was unwelcome. The silence was not a good reaction. It meant thinking about what was happening inside that thick dork’s head. Speculate on him having a plan or his emotional state.

Having to imagine your best friend in control of existence, the power to change himself and everything around them. The wrong thing to do would be to piss them off. To suck up to them too much would enable them.

Kevin froze. An existence of no accountability, he could get away with anything - but one person to be accountable to?

The nerd looked to the teacher on a leash again. Of course, Olivia didn’t care or think about such things, just like her daughters and family, their school, and his own mother. To them, things were practical as they always were.

That night his personal cheerleader coach would come home with his message engraved in black ink down the right side of her body in artistic and bold lettering. Its creative calligraphy and style were meant to convey herself in the language he understood.

Kevin returned her highlighter-colored underwear as a reward for her loyalty. Loyalty to him.

Funny, he had never felt that from an adult or woman. Perhaps he could see how far he could push his dear Talia.

He watched her wince as he marveled at the words down her leg and hip that once only existed in his dreams. The way that bright fabric wedged itself deep in the ass he had given her.

She was being blackmailed into it, he reminded himself. No woman in the world would be willing to have those words written permanently on their body. Not even her.

Eternal Property of Kevin Scott.

In the end, the world he knew, that world he envisioned, never really mattered.

If it could, who would ever love him enough to want that?

“Wait, he actually tried to call you?”

Simon looked at his half-awake, shocked genie as she tried to finish her yawn and gasped at the moment they walked to his car. The supercar was still parked on the side of the street in front of Miss Littlewood’s apartment. Jessica’s sleepy eyes looked up at the night sky as the moon remained adrift above them.

The teenage boy nodded without a word as he opened the door for his girlfriend before getting into the vehicle himself. Jessica smiled at the courtesy given, snuggled into her seat, and returned to affixing her emerald eyes on her Master for an answer.

The photography buff thought he was receiving a call from his parents, his sister, and possibly a doctor. Instead, at the sight of Kevin’s name on the caller id, Simon slumped in his chair and waited for the call to go to voicemail.

He wasn’t in the mood to talk to him. Not yet, at least. What had happened between the two friends the past few days was still raw for the dorkish teen. He wanted some space for now. Primarily when his childhood beloved was concerned. The blonde bombshell innocently yawned as she messed with the stereo to find music to listen to.

Having to stop at a red light in an empty street and halfway to their destination, Simon finally ran a hand into his auburn hair for a brief scratch and slumped back into his seat.

“I let him go to voicemail.”

“Oh?”

Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but to his hazel eyes, it looked like a pair of bunny ears twitched atop the cheerleading genie’s head. At the very least, her interest had been piqued. It wasn’t a surprise to him. He still had to acknowledge the feelings of his best friends toward one another were animosity at best. Despite what either of them believed, the awkward teenager had known them to be different from their stereotypes.

Jessica wasn’t the Queen Bitch of the school, as Kevin believed. Nor was the nerd an evil psychopath that his genie spoke of like the boogeyman.

“He wasn’t always like that.”

The blonde looked at her boyfriend as his mind began to drift away in thought to his childhood. The light turned green above the car, and his foot pressed on the gas pedal again before switching gears. Simon sighed again,

“Kevin’s always craved control, but at the same time, everything’s always been out of his control. He’s an only child. His mom was always working, even at home. His parents divorced when he was young but fought over custody. Both were always kinda distant with him, more his Dad. A therapist told me it sounded like Kevin saw himself with a victim mentality half his life; resentment came with it.”

Jessica listened, but the frown was difficult to ignore on her face. Nor were her thoughts exactly hidden from him.

“That doesn’t excuse what he’s done to you or everyone else.”

That was true. Simon knew he couldn’t exactly make his friend the exception to the rule when his own beloved blonde had no control over herself. The teenager glanced down at his lover again as she snuggled deeper into her seat, arms crossed.

“If you and I weren’t separated, we could have all been friends.”

“No fucking way….”

“That’s…that’s silly….”

Her hands gripped the edge of her skirt again and pulled. The photographer could see his muse clench her teeth even with her lips closed. It was hard for her to comprehend. He knew that. Still, the sight of her resistance, much like Kevin’s before, caused the young man to sigh,

“It’s something I want but can’t exactly wish for. You and I both know that it wouldn’t be the same. The truth is I could erase every act, every flaw, and I want to make that life for us. The one I always pictured in my dreams….”

The thought was hard to ignore. Jessica was always there when he woke up, always in the focus of any camera lens he’d view her through, the way she would laugh at lunch together, and every night waiting for him, in bed to greet him in whatever he found pleasing. And she wanted the same. Those thoughts had crossed between each of them repeatedly. A shared dream of Master and Genie that they were bringing to fruition.

“…I’m sure Kevin has got it through his head that he’s **** and in a checkmate. He tries to move against us, then he loses. He tries to go around me again; he loses. He either sees me as his friend or his enemy. If it’s the latter, there won’t be any issues in dealing with him. The phone call was an attempt to gauge his options. If I answered, he would have an excuse to try and take advantage by using our history. Tiffany tried to do the same with you. I never liked admitting that....”

Simon changed gears again as he tried to ignore the stoicism on his face to focus on the more critical issues at hand,

“You’ll get your shot to get back at Kevin, Jess. As much as I want you both to stop fighting, I think you earned it.”

A sly smile graced his girlfriend’s lips between her pout and frown. Try as he did, Jessica wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity to get back at the perverted nerd since her birthday.

“Honestly, I would be happy to turn him back to normal and make him forget everything, but you’re my Master. So, I shall do as I’m told…especially if it means putting some sense into him about how lucky his to have you as his friend. Your feelings are the only reason he hasn’t been punished for his acts. I’ll remind him of that every chance I get.”

Yeah, sure thing Jess. The young man sighed and shook his head again. The genie was terrible at hiding her need to get back at those who wronged her or her friends. Kevin always exposed himself to those situations as well. Somehow, Simon found himself stuck in the middle between them. Even when Jessica forgot their relationship, the awkward boy was exposed because of the two.

The abandoned metal factory was an imposing and menacing sight in the shadow of night. The darkness made Jessica shiver and close her shoulders. Simon felt his girlfriend wrap herself around his torso, clutched tightly as if they were still six-year-olds exploring the dark hallways of her house for monsters. Then, the two teenagers made their way up the dark catwalks and metal stairs using the flashlights on their phones.

The light green, red, and white glow of the 3D printer’s lights lit the room as they opened the door to the office. Hazel and emerald eyes met, and their faces nodded as Simon approached the dispenser. The dorkish teen slowly opened the printer and bent down to pull the object concealed by the room’s darkness. Jessica froze and released her grip so her Master could examine his work.

He could feel the cheerleader await his reveal with bated breath. In truth, there were only parts that he had to place together. First were the puzzle pieces that formed the frame. Once that was built, three series of metal disks fit, then stacked into each other with several small bars interlocked until the final shape. After placing the pieces together precisely as designed, Simon smiled and revealed the item to his girlfriend’s gasp.

He couldn’t hide the smile that came from the genie’s wonder. After all, he had made it for her.

Jessica couldn’t stop herself from holding onto the item and staring at it curiously from the moment her Master grinned at her with childish glee. The cheerleader wasn’t sure what this silver, engraved, shiny disk, flying saucer model…thing…was supposed to work. Simon’s brain was a computer with his thoughts going a mile a minute, making the poor genie dizzy trying to keep up. Her Master’s body on the outside was simply staring off as they sat in his car, his face blank.

On the inside, that computer was processing scenarios, predicting future outcomes, and going over his next moves. Childishly, Jessica slumped as she curiously studied the various weird symbols and pictograms that linked her to her magical heritage. The language of her mother and of her entire history. Such things were beyond the teenage genie. She only knew the most basic terms of her existence.

That she was Jessica Edwards, the genie of Simon Harris. Simon Harris was her Master. His wish was her command. Master was capable of anything, and she could allow him the ability to accomplish anything. That she was bound to the ring commissioned for her by her mother, a genie in another world.

Jessica sighed again and smiled innocently at the awkward dork next to her in the car. She was grateful to have him help her through this. It was clear after the last week of interactions that she would be a hapless and hopeless mess enslaved to any other number of classmates, strangers, or partygoers. While it hadn’t always been perfect, she now had the physical proof that her mother would soon return to her.

“So where are we going? Back to Kim’s?”

Her Master shrugged his shoulders slightly until his eyes suddenly glanced toward something as they stopped at the next intersection. As her emerald eyes looked in the same direction, Jessica had the same thought cross her mind that Simon must’ve had.

“Master, take me somewhere quiet.”

Skeptically, the dork turned and looked at his girlfriend as she smiled innocently upon giving him an order. The contradiction of a **** ordering her Master was replaced by one childhood friend who knew what the other wanted.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

They turned left and passed by her former kingdom’s empty and dark façade. Eastlake High School left with the lights on and former remnants of the local news crew that had reported on the “gas leak” that evening. However, that wasn’t their destination.

Simon pulled the car behind onto the service street, then navigated the track and field path, and finally pulled onto the fresh-cut green grass of the 100-yard field from the left endzone. Both could see the bright lights illuminating the green patch of earth and the painted white lines that finally stopped when the supercar parked atop their school’s logo in the center of the field.

The genie was ecstatic as she smiled slyly at the awkward teenager as she removed herself from the car. Then only a moment later did she use her aerobatics and cheerleader experience to push her hands up, flip her body onto the roof, and slide down to lie atop the front of her Master’s car. The tiny skirt rode up on the windshield and delayed her sweet boy with the view of her ass pressed against the pane of glass.

Simon stumbled as he tried to roll atop the front but managed to lay down next to her. His hands folded behind his head as the blonde bombshell happily took the opportunity to snuggle again into his torso.

“Not bad, right?”

He smirked, “I mean, I’m not used to actually being with you on the field with you like this.”

The genie scoffed at her boyfriend,

“Not everyone gets to be snuggled on the fifty-yard line by the head cheerleader in high school, Master! This is only for you and no one else! Exclusive rights!”

The awkward teen let out a chuckle before looking perplexed by something as he stared at the dark sky lit by the field’s lights.

“There’s just one thing I don’t get, though.”

“What’s that?”

“Why did you tell Miss Littlewood that I don’t like it when women wear pants around me?”

Jessica felt her face flare up as she saw his boyish face look at her skeptically upon his question being uttered. Nervous sweat began to build on the side of the blonde’s face as she gulped nervously. She hadn’t been out of line when she made that point, had she?

“Well, um, I just noticed that…Master, that um, I…you….”

She shrank into herself as her voice began to mumble,

“You never seem to make me…wear any…pants….”

“Huh?”

The flustered teenager shot her face up while her eyes clenched shut, her more bossy side escaped in her loud voice,

“I said you never dress me in any pants, you dork!”

Simon flinched against her and had to keep himself balanced on the car without bringing them to the ground. Quickly the genie grabbed her Master’s torso to keep him steady and apologized,

“Sorry! Sorry, Master! It’s just….”

“Why did you think that I didn’t like them?”

Now it was her turn to be confused by the vague question,

“What?”

Simon shook his head and laughed at her adorable change in behavior, “Why did you think I didn’t want you wearing pants without saying it?”

The cheerleader spun around and tried to defend herself, only to be reduced to her index fingers pressed against themselves childishly as she looked away, embarrassed,

“Because! You…you left hints….”

The blonde shook her head as she took another deep breath and struggled to voice them aloud, but managed to,

“Th-That first night, you said you always wanted to see me in lingerie. So then, when you started to pet my ass more, I stopped wearing anything but skirts so that you could reach it, and all the photos of me in my panties, or thongs, or…I just feel like…um,” she felt hot from her legs to her pussy, chest, and face as she continued to voice her knowledge.

“And you’re in charge of my clothes, so, I thought, y’know…it was something you liked?”

“…oh….”

“C’mon, Master, that’s it? Just an ‘OH’ from….”

Oh. Jessica realized it when she saw her Master’s face processing what his girlfriend had explained, red as a tomato even in the bright artificial lights of the school football field.

Again, she’d embarrassed him and caused a grunting sound to form while he clenched his face shut, nostrils flared, and his pants bulged.

Oh, Simon.

“I-I wasn’t trying to say it to shame you or assume anything. I-I just thought that you….”

“Jess. You’re not wrong.”

The young man sat himself up to cup her face again with his hand. The genie almost immediately succumbed to his touch. Her head moved along with every finger that stroked against the smooth skin of her cheek. His thumb ran over it as she reacted like a pet to its Master’s strokes.

“You were always the one that could understand me. More than anyone else. I shouldn’t be surprised you would learn that so fast.”

The aroused smile grew on the blonde bombshell’s face. Prideful in her Master’s admission that she was the one who knew him best. As it should be.

Until she felt his hot breath against the lobe of her left ear and side of her neck as he whispered not as the adorably awkward boy she used to drag around by the hand wherever they went, but the Master that led her along with nothing more than a single thought or a word.

“You were never born to hide. You were born to show yourself. I’ve known that since I’ve known you. You always loved the attention when you wanted it. Deep down, I think you knew that too. Why else would you wear such form-fitting clothes all the time….”

Her face squinted at the insinuation, attempting to protest,

“Not ALL the time….”

“Didn’t you once tell Sam you’d rather be naked than wear clothes you didn’t enjoy?”

“Pfft. Yeah, so?”

Simon looked at her with a smirk,

“Are you comfortable right now, though?”

The cheerleader glanced at her boyfriend, then rolled her eyes with an annoyed snort,

“Not with that tone!”

Snap.

Suddenly, Jessica felt a chill from the night air that ran goosebumps down her spine from her head into her feet. The blonde’s nipples hardened as she shivered. The feeling of the composite and sheen from the car against her naked legs and ass. The golden choker affixed her neck as she moved away slowly and looked around, ready to cover herself.

“Very funny!”

The genie was suddenly stopped by her Master as he held her arms and stared straight into her. The way only Simon could when he was alone with her. With both sides in unison in those hazel eyes that shifted between green and brown as he pulled her back closer to him,

“Why are you still afraid, Jess? You know no one can see you like this but me. No one else knows except you. No one would shame you or treat you any differently if they were here. Even if they did, if those stands and those sidelines were crowded, I could make them all stop with the simplest commands. You’re hiding in plain sight; even if the whole world knew what you are, I could make everyone and anyone okay with it. Because you can make anything happen, Jess. I can make that happen because of you.”

The awkward young man ran a finger down her neck and traced down into her cleavage, abdomen, and navel. A moan escaped with a pleasured shiver at his touch, the way Simon knew her so well he could make her quiver forever, a reminder of that specific wish.

“Are you scared of me because of that, Jess?”

The naked genie shook her head as she raised a hand of her own to touch his, “No. Never.”

Her boyfriend, her childhood friend, smiled softly,

“It scares me sometimes to think about it, Jess. So, I would understand if you did. There’s a lot to comprehend and think about. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to really grasp it.”

She clenched down on his hand and opened her eyes to gaze up at his hazel orbs,

“But you can do it, though. I don’t doubt that. What about me? I mean, honestly, look at me….”

Jessica flipped herself on top of her boyfriend and sighed as she looked longingly back at the stands as she remembered where she was that Friday night. The cheerleader moved herself to sit on the side of the car and folded her hands into her lap. Her blonde head bowed, and she looked down at herself in the sense of shame, unable to look up at the stands or the field. Simon moved himself to sit next to her on the top of the car, one of his long arms protectively wrapped around her bare shoulders. Jessica couldn’t stop the smile at feeling the comfort it brought her.

The naked bombshell sighed as she looked at herself,

“Last week, I couldn’t comprehend Sammy telling me I was turning into Sydney Sweeney’s character from ‘Euphoria.’ Some….”

Jessica stopped as she saw the blank look on her boyfriend’s face. She sighed. Of course, he had become a dork; the reference must’ve gone over him,

“Anyway, she plays this character, a popular blonde girl always **** for love because her father….”

Simon sighed and held his hand up, “I’m familiar with it, Jess. My sister ranted once or twice about it.”

The sense of annoyance and the slouch in his neck made the blonde laugh. So he did know.

Poor witto Simon.

How often must’ve Sam barged into his room to rant about her friends in front of him when he said nothing in response? How many rants about the popular clique of Eastlake did the awkward photographer have **** until his ears bled?

“You’re going to have to let me know what she’s been saying behind my back, Master,” the Queen of the school replied with a smirk.

Her boyfriend only sighed and shook his head, “Another time, Jess. Family has its own dramas.”

Jessica felt the smile fade away, and turn back to the somber demeanor she had fallen into.

Family had its own dramas. The blonde instantly remembered the one family that had it in spades more than the Harris clan. The young genie pushed herself against her Master’s torso and snuggled further into his grip for protection before finally uttering the words she kept locked away,

“How do I talk to him?”

Her emerald eyes trembled as she looked up at her Master with worry, unable to lie to him even if she wanted to try,

“My whole life, I’ve loved him, adored him, and been intimidated by him. He never talked to me about my real mom in front of me. I knew he always kept me from it, but no matter what I did or said, he never told me….”

She tried to fight the stinging feeling of tears in her eyes as she clenched down tightly and kept her composure as her emotions swirled,

“Master, Daddy’s kept so much from me, manipulated so much behind my back, and controlled so much. I’m eighteen, and he still acts like I’m a fucking child! I always turn into that good little princess that takes her spoils and smiles! How do I confront him? What do I say, what do I do? I can’t tell him, Mom was a genie, and I am too! Tell me why I was born and when you started having a personal harem!”

The exasperated blonde bombshell rolled atop Simon’s lap and hugged herself into his torso, unaware that she still remained in the nude.

“You’ll do what you need to do. Because that’s what you want. Because you need those answers for yourself.”

Her Master’s arms wrapped around her tightly, and he cradled her head against his in a safe embrace. She could feel the warmth, the hope, the worry that entwined itself in his own belief in her,

“It’s okay to be scared right now. Even after you’ve faced him, you may not get the answers you want. In fact, it could upset you more than anything else. This is the one conversation you and your father have never had. Of course, it will be emotional, but you’ll always have me to return to. So you aren’t alone, right?”

Her grip on her boyfriend tightened as she pressed closer to him. To feel her breasts against his torso and the pumping of his heartbeats. She smiled as the thought served to reassure her. The genie would always return to her Master. Always to Simon.

“Meanwhile, I’m worried your Mom won’t like me.”

The cheerleader let out a laugh in disbelief as she pulled herself away to look at Simon’s face,

“What? Seriously!”

One of his now freed arms reached back and scratched at the nervous spot on the back of his head,

“Jess, she’s an all-powerful genie, and she went to all the trouble to hide you. Hell, you told me she just waved your Dad off as a quote….”

Simon motioned and formed his fingers into quotation marks,

“‘Mortal.’ I’m not exactly sure what she’ll think of me. I mean, Stephanie thought I was a threat before to her plans, and….”

“That’s different!” the blonde protested.

Jessica leaped up and spun herself to face her boyfriend, her naked legs wrapped around his torso as she worked her face into a huff,

“Mom won’t be that way. I know it. Especially now that I know how much she cares about me. Besides, Steph won’t be a threat to you anymore. You can do whatever you want to her! Whatever you want to anyone! I’ll make sure Mom understands that, too!”

The blonde bombshell blushed as she shivered and crossed her arms,

“And you know what? You’re right. You could have taken away all of my friends, family, teachers, and everyone, but you haven’t. You want to protect me but not ruin my life in the process. I know what I am now. I know who I’m supposed to be, where I belong, and that’s with you.”

Jessica pressed her hands against her heart as she took one to place over his own,

“No one will ever matter to me more than you, Master.”

The love swelled inside of him. He was happy at the sound of it. The emotions felt so heavenly that she felt wrapped in a warm blanket, resting atop something as fluffy as a large angel food cake. Until he felt confident and lustful again. Bluntly, Simon finally answered,

“You’re hotter than her.”

“Huh?”

“Sydney Sweeney. You’re hotter than her and aren’t the same as her character. That’s just shallow. At least, I think so.”

Jessica’s face felt warmer as her eyes widened, and she nervously poked her fingers together as she sat up,

“…oh….”

The photographer snickered as he let the smirk overtake his face and held his arms over his torso. The blonde didn’t understand until she realized what he was laughing about.

“Now who’s the one going ‘Oh.’?”

The cheerleader curled into a ball as she smiled and let out a giggle of her own. A soft sigh exhaled through her nostrils. Simon sat up again next to her and looked with her toward the home stands. His mind went off in thought again,

“I hate to say it, but I don’t mind the control freak label after what happened….”

Jessica smirked and leaned over teasingly, “Did you only realize that now? God, you can be so dense!”

“No, no, I mean…after what happened yesterday. I mean, I feel kind of guilty for it, but controlling Miss Littlewood, Kevin’s class, and the cheerleaders? I hesitated in some instances, but it felt so easy in others. I’m used to watching and playing things out in my head. Actually, accomplishing them? It feels so different.”

The blonde bombshell flipped her hair away and nodded in understanding. As the Queen of the School, the princess in her father’s eyes, the paradox of having everything and nothing was still a constant for her.

“It’s fun to get your way for a change, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

The awkward boyfriend stretched out his arms as he turned his hazel eyes toward his girlfriend. That familiar look of curiosity became such a constant for Jessica was followed by another series of questions,

“So, um, have you noticed that your relationships with everyone close to you become more sexual besides me?”

Innocently, the genie looked up at her Master as his question made her look back on the past week. She went through the list of people, name by name, and reacted as the most popular girl in school would.

“As if!” she scoffed, “Besides, Kevin’s perversions played a role in….”

“It’s not just Kevin, and you know it,” Simon said bluntly.

The auburn-haired teen held out his fingers and began listing the series of events, “I’m not trying to be critical, but it strikes me that you react to certain people the closer they are to you.”

The genie held up a finger of her own,

“Don’t forget, you wished for me to be the only male that I can be sexually attracted to. So it’s pretty obvious why I’m hornier toward girls.”

Simon nodded again as he still remained halfway through his thoughts,

“Yeah, but it’s not so much that as who. I mean, think about it for a second. Yes, you’ve had moments with other women like Mrs. Briar, but Sam, your Stepmom, Tiffany, and Miss Littlewood have something in common with you. They’re all close to you.”

Jessica stuttered nervously as to figure out where this was going,

“Y-Yeah…they’re all close to me. S-So, what’s your point?”

“Well, let’s start with your ideas about Tiffany you shared with me. All of them involve something sexual for a punishment….”

“Y-Yeah, but….”

“And your Stepmom. I understand making her spy against your Dad for us, but you made her your maid again and wanted me to fuck her.”

“And you did!”

“Then there’s Sam….”

A sudden silence appeared between them as Jessica felt herself clam up and rub her legs together. She shrunk her head and continued to look nervously at Simon as he leaned forward in thought. The blush on his face grew, and he wiped a quick series of sweat droplets from his brow. Obviously, the memory of the event had him flustered more than his girlfriend.

Until he repeated the words that she repeated to herself like a mantra,

“Family should be close. Remember?”

The cheerleader swallowed the ball stuck in her throat as she felt dehydrated. Her fingers gripped the side of the car as she nodded quickly at the thought of her best friend topless. The way her skin tasted on the tip of her tongue.

“S-Sammy is family…she’s my best friend, a-and…the sister of my Master….”

And she wanted to have sex with her. Jessica’s emerald eyes widened as she realized what Simon had pointed out. Master would always be the most important, but Sammy, Sammy was the sister she never had, her first female friend. As her body began to feel hotter, the blonde took a deep breath as the question reached the dryness of her mouth and tongue,

“S-So…it’s not just the wish. You think there’s something more going on.”

Her boyfriend scratched his head nervously, “I mean, considering you orgasm or almost orgasm with every wish? I think it would be worth asking your mom about that personal stuff, too. Once we see her. I was reading more on djinn and genies. Apparently, there were certain castes with elements. That might be different now, but worth an ask. I mean, genies are different from humans. You’ve got an entire cultural, biological, and who knows what else heritage you know almost nothing about!”

Jessica nodded. That was true. Her hands grazed over her feet as she looked away in thought. So much she still didn’t know about herself. Simon cleared his throat to draw her attention back. Her eyes recognized his face, clearly still struggling with the personal nature of the conversation, until the innocent-looking dork spoke,

“So, besides everything, did you know what you wanted to ask her?”

A loud scoff echoed across the field grounds, “You mean besides the first time?”

Jessica crossed her arms as she got out of the car and paced her bare feet across the grass on the football field. Her discomfort with asking tough questions about her own family reminded her of how nosy she used to be to know how to help her friends. Again the conversation turned back to her tv habits,

“God, the dramas in euphoria seem so pale now compared to how Tiff compared everyone to them. I used to think Daddy bringing up boarding school after complaining about kids at Eastlake was the end of the world.”

“I just remember Dad and me asking Sam why the show never had therapists for them…and why I had to go when they didn’t….”

The naked cheerleader couldn’t help but let out a snorting laugh at the sudden observation of her boyfriend about one of her favorite TV shows. In fact, the conversation had made Jessica Edwards almost forget she was standing nude on her school football field entirely. He tilted his head curiously as the laughter from the blonde bombshell ended with a smile and wiping her eyes.

“Gosh….”

“If your friends really thought they were like that show, they’ll need it baaaaaaad….”

Jessica shook her head and quickly motioned to pin her boyfriend against the car and playfully pout at the dorkish teen with a whine,

“You don’t think I would need therapy too, Master?”

He didn’t even blink when his head tilted toward her and faced her,

“I thought you said I was your therapist.”

The blonde giggled and quickly reached up to peck him on the lips and rolled her eyes away, “Yeah, but I’m still a hot mess, aren’t I?”

He smiled,

“That’s why you aren’t allowed to wear pants, Jess.”

Jessica felt her face squint up into a pout as she quickly protested in a huff. The spoiled brat nature of the blonde bombshell presented itself as she turned her back toward her Master with her arms crossed. The genie failed to realize her position until two large arms wrapped around her naked stomach and pulled her into the awkward teenager’s lap.

Safely in his arms again, Jessica dropped the mask in front of Simon with a sigh. Her arms moved to hold themselves tightly on top of his and worriedly glanced back at him,

“This next wish is really going to take a lot out of me….”

“Yeah, but you’ve got this far. You’ve got this, and you’ll still have it when the sun comes up.”

The feeling of confidence and reassurance, belief in her, made the teenage genie smile at her Master and nod. Jessica looked around the field again; the memories that tugged and pulled at her head, the game, the routines, the music of the band, the chants, and the distractions faded away as she relaxed once more against her childhood friend,

“Thank you.”