Could be better. At least she's not panicking or anything.

"Give!"

SMASH!

"Melody!"

CLANG!

"Back!"

On the twenty-seventh furious strike of her weapon, the CRASH! was accompanied by the sound of splintering wood as shovel lost the battle against Lamp.

"Ahh!" Willow ducked the dented shovel head as it went flying towards her and sprawled onto the grass, drenched in sweat and heaving from the exertion. Her efforts had come to no avail, the lamp was as flawless and undamaged as it was five minutes ago when it sucked her best friend inside it via a cloud of evil mist.

What had happened to her? Was she in danger? Willow sure hoped not— Melody was so shy and passive, she'd never be able to fight anything bigger than a fly. She didn't want to think about larger things and what they'd do to the small, innocent, blonde girl, who squeaked when she was scared...

Oh no.

Her rage spent and too numb to panic just yet, Willow knelt on the ground, still naked, but covered in grass stains and sweat and dirt turning to mud. Normally, being exposed like this would send warm tingles to her lower belly, even now she felt the ghost of arousal. Problem was, the filth on her body meant that anyone who'd enjoy her current appearance wouldn't be someone she'd want looking at her, so even that little thrill couldn't make her feel better about her best friend being sucked into a genie lamp!

Wait. Sucked into a Genie lamp.

"I'm an idiot!" Willow groaned with her head in her hands, uncaring of the dirt getting in her hair. "Rubbing it should have been the first thing I tried!" What's the worst that could happen? Willow gets sucked in too? At least they'd be in there together. That thought was a little too distracting, so she pushed it to the side for now and picked up the lamp.

At her touch, the lamp pulsed slightly, a sound that wasn't really a sound ringing in Willow's ears. She rubbed her thumb along the lamp's surface, only now seeing that there were faint swirling patterns in the metal. Not any writing she recognized, more like geometric fractals.

Mist once again billowed out of the lamp. This time, instead of stormy gray, it was a brilliant blue mist. No, Willow thought when she saw flickering sparks whirling together into a familiar shape, not mist... Smoke.

With a woosh-bang, the smoke condensed into the almost unrecognizable form of her oldest and best friend, Melody. Her slim and petite figure had ballooned into something that wouldn't be out of place in a hentai. (Which, wasn't something Willow knew anything about. Honest.) The brunette was shocked to see silver rings hanging from her bright blue nipples, something she and Melody had always giggled about, but she'd never thought the shy girl would actually do it! Or wear nothing but a pair of lacy sleeves on her arms and assorted jewelry!

There were more changes, some relatively minor and cosmetic, others very much not.

Melody's short ash blonde hair now flowed down to her slender shoulders like a waterfall of liquid silver, shining with a faint blue tint in the sun. With the longer bangs framing her heart-shaped face, held back by a pair of pointed ears decorated with sapphires. That pale complexion she'd always despaired about was now a deep bronze a shade darker than Willow's own Mediterranean tan.

If not for the smoky blue tail that led to the lamp still in her hands, Willow could pretend it was a high-end cosplay. Maybe even an extravagant amount of cosmetic surgery.

The only things that hadn't been changed were her blue eyes and the features of her face— and even those just seemed better somehow.

The genie, Melody, clasped her hands before her breasts and bowed her silver-haired head, her sky blue lips curled into a serene smile.

"Greetings, Mistress." She intoned with a musical lilt to her voice. "I am the genie of the Lamp. May I grant your desires?"