Someone gets a much needed attitude adjustment!

The back gate of the fence back at Edward's place unlatched as Claire arrived, inviting herself in like she owned the place. And in her entitled mind, she did. Claire was a young woman extremely used to getting her way. Stereotypical Queen Bee in all the wrong ways.

She had long blonde hair with dyed pink tips, blue eyes, caramel toned skin, and of course, a figure to die for, with d cup tits. And she was not above using her looks to steamroll others. Or her father's authority. She looked up at the security cameras, and sneered. "You have some nerve, thinking you can keep me out," she declared, reaching into her handbag to grab a can of black spray paint. She began to coat the lenses of the cameras with the can. "Learn your place, you damn worm..."

Satisfied with her petty vandalism, she deposited the can, and began pulling off her outer clothes, revealing a red bikini underneath. She walked smugly to the pool, before her foot impacted something hard, and she yelped in pain. So self absorbed in her entitlement, she hadn't noticed the Lamp. "Fucking!" she cursed, hopping up and down on one foot.

She looked down, and her rage dissolved as she spotted the golden Lamp. "...oh, that's a nice exotic item... I think I'll keep it," she mused, scooping it up, not caring in the slightest that this was on someone else's property. She brushed a small smudge off of it, before she shrieked in terror as the Lamp suddenly spewed glittering blue smoke right at her. She tried to back up, but the mist swirled around her, and held her fast, having an actual physical presence against all logic.

"Edward, what the fuck is-!?" she started to shout, as if Edward was actually around, and had anything to do with this, before a tendril of mist covered her mouth. "Mmmph!" she gave a muffled gasp into the mist, struggling, before she was lifted up into the air by the vapors.

She whimpered in fear, realizing that her dad wasn't around to do anything at the moment. Not that he could even if he was, but she didn't know that. Regardless, she shrieked, though it was smothered, when her bikini dissolved, as if turning into the mist as well, which then began to seep into her skin. She thrashed, even as she felt pleasant tingles course through her flesh from the vapors beginning to remold her body. Her breasts increased in size by a little, her hips glaring out more, blemishes being removed from her skin. The mist ran through her hair, considering what to do about the dyed tips, before it removed the dye, but left her tips pink. Magic would ensure her hair naturally changed color after a certain length.

Then came mental changes. Claire found herself unable to stop thinking about kneeling at the feet of some featureless figure. Of doing everything they said without question. Initially, she bristled at the thought. People should be kneeling at HER feet, not the other way around! But despite her fury at the thoughts, the mists didn't **** her... merely made her feel pleasure at every submissive thought until she began to surrender to it. If submission could feel this good... why WAS she fighting it? She found herself relaxing before she even realized. The mists, the moment she was persuaded to yield, began to pour into her very soul, expanding her perspective, her mind, her very existence to something much more than human.

Next, much of the mist gathered around her waist, neck, arms, belly button, bust, ankles, and her head. It then coalesced in a reversal of the process that dissolved her bikini. A Middle Eastern harem outfit fomed on her body. A circlet with an encrusted sapphire, with the corners of a veil covering her lower face attached to it. Golden anklets. A skimpy blue top. A sapphire piercing in her belly button. Gold wristbands, each with a sapphire encrusted, bands around her biceps with detached sleeves flaring out. A gold, sapphire encrusted collar. And a pair of panties covered in a loincloth. All of the cloth parts were made of a transparent, soft silk. Claire would have considered the get up to be a slutty Arabian Nights reject before, but now, with her enlightened state of mind, she found it extremely appealing to wear, and would gladly flaunt herself in it.

Finally, mist poured into her legs, which began to evaporate, starting at her toes, before the effect crawled up her lower extremities. As this happened, her nervous system flared out, joining with all the mist around her, allowing her to feel it like it was a part of her own body... which was alive with arousal. The mist stopped absorbing her body into it when it reached her hips, and it all condensed into a flowing, wispy tail, still connected to the spout of the Lamp.

Claire crooned as she floated, the process complete. "...wow... amazing..." she sighed in contentment. She gazed down at her new genie tail, and experimentally tugged with it. Nothing. It was stuck fast to the Lamp, and she couldn't even budge it. Somehow, this only made her even more aroused. "Oh~!" she chirped as she felt the Lamp beggining to draw her into it. She didn't even try to fight, letting it pull her into the confines of it. With her new submissive mindset, she found the idea of imprisonment until a Master claimed her to be incredibly thrilling. With an audible pop, she vanished into the Lamp.