Main Story Arc: Cheating

Steven sat up in bed, still covered in the sticky aftermath of his earlier orgasm. He felt ambitious and reckless.

“I wish that the next time I play the lottery, I win the jackpot,” he said. “Real wealth. Life-changing money.”

Sarina appeared for a second, snapped her fingers, and vanished.

Steven smirked, already imagining what he’d do with the money. But he wasn’t finished.

“I wish that Taylor Swift was 6 foot 9 inches tall,” he continued, “and that she had always been that way since she finished puberty.”

Sarina snapped her fingers again.

Across the world, every photo, video, and article featuring Taylor Swift instantly updated. Old red carpets, music videos, and paparazzi shots now showed her at her new, towering height. The world adjusted as if she had always been 6'9".

Taylor Swift stood in front of her bedroom mirror in an oversized t-shirt, frowning slightly.

Something felt… off.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She looked at herself the same way she always had, yet something in the back of her mind was quietly unsettled. Her reflection looked normal to her — she had always been this tall, hadn’t she? Her fans had always known her as the 6'9" pop star. But for some reason, standing there right now made her feel strangely out of place in her own skin.

She shook her head, trying to brush the feeling off.

Before she could dwell on it any longer, soft pink mist began swirling in the center of her room.

A tall, elegant woman stepped out of it. She had a refined, almost professional presence — nothing overly sexual about her appearance. Just sharp, intelligent features and a calm, composed demeanor.

“Hello, Taylor,” the woman said smoothly. “My name is Sarina. I’m a djinn.”

Taylor took a cautious step back, eyes narrowing.

“…A genie?” she asked slowly.

“Something like that,” Sarina replied. “Someone made a wish that involved you. Because of that, you now receive one wish of your own.”

Taylor stared at her for a long moment, trying to process everything. The strange feeling from the mirror was still lingering in the back of her mind.

“Let me get this straight,” she said carefully. “Someone wished something that affected me… and now I get one wish as compensation?”

“Correct,” Sarina said. “However, there are rules. Wishes cannot be undone. Once something has been wished, it stays. You also cannot stop future wishes from affecting you if someone makes another one involving you later.”

Taylor’s eyebrows rose slightly.

“So even if I wanted to undo whatever this is,” she said, gesturing vaguely at herself, “I couldn’t?”

Sarina shook her head. “No. You cannot undo wishes. Not yours, and not anyone else’s.”

Taylor was quiet for a few seconds, letting that sink in.

“…Okay,” she said eventually. “What are my options, then?”

Sarina tilted her head slightly.

“You have one wish. You can use it on anything you want — wealth, power, love, protection, ****, or something entirely personal. However, if you choose to use your wish to learn who made the original wish about you, that will cost you your only wish. You won’t get anything else from it.”

Taylor frowned. “So if I ask who did this to me, I lose my wish?”

“Yes,” Sarina confirmed. “Though, if that same person were to make another wish involving you in the future, you would likely receive another wish at that time. But there’s no guarantee.”

Taylor started pacing slowly across her bedroom, her long legs carrying her across the room in just a few steps. She kept glancing at the mirror, that strange, nagging feeling still present but unidentifiable.

She eventually stopped and looked at Sarina again.

“What do most people wish for in situations like this?”

Sarina gave a small, knowing smile.

“Many wish for power or influence. Some wish for **** against people who have wronged them. Others wish for love, or for the perfect partner. Some wish for protection — so no one can ever take advantage of them again. A few wish for creative freedom or success that can never be taken away.”

She paused, then added, “Some also wish for physical changes. Things they’ve always wanted but never had the power to achieve.”

Taylor was quiet again, clearly thinking.

She looked back at her reflection one more time. That odd, unsettled feeling was still there, but she couldn’t figure out why. Everything looked normal. Everything felt normal. And yet…

She turned back to Sarina.

“…Can I ask questions while I think about it?”

“Of course,” Sarina said. “Take your time. This is your only wish, after all.”

Taylor nodded slowly, still trying to shake off that strange, unexplainable discomfort.

She sat down on the edge of her bed, looking thoughtful.

“I have a few ideas,” she admitted. “But I want to understand my options better first.”

Sarina waited patiently, watching her with quiet interest.

Taylor took a slow breath.

“Okay,” she said. “Then let’s talk.”

Taylor sat in silence for a while, staring at the floor. The more she thought about it, the more the anger settled in her chest. Someone had used a wish to change her body — to make her taller — and now she was stuck with it. She couldn’t undo it. She couldn’t go back.

But then a thought occurred to her.

She looked up at Sarina.

“…I don’t need to know their name, do I?” she asked. “To make a wish against them.”

Sarina raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Taylor continued, her voice steady but cold.

“I could just say something like… ‘I wish that the person who made me taller…’ and go from there. Right?”

Sarina gave a small nod.

“Yes,” she confirmed. “You don’t need their name. You can target them through the wish itself. The magic will know who you’re referring to.”

Taylor leaned back slightly, processing that. The idea seemed to calm her down a little — or at least shift her focus from helplessness to something more dangerous.

She was quiet for a few more seconds before speaking again.

“…Then I want to do something to them,” she said. “I don’t know who they are or why they did this, but they took something from me. They changed my body without my permission. I want them to feel it.”

Sarina tilted her head, watching her carefully.

“What kind of punishment are you thinking?” she asked.

Taylor looked up at her.

“I don’t know yet,” she admitted. “But I want it to matter. I want them to understand what it feels like to have something **** on you.”

She paused, then asked:

“What kind of things could I actually do to them?”

Sarina gave a small, elegant smile, clearly enjoying the direction the conversation was going.

“Well,” she said, “since you’re targeting them specifically through the wish, you have quite a few options."

Taylor was quiet again, clearly thinking through the options. Her expression had hardened, but there was a calculating look in her eyes now.

She wasn’t in a rush anymore.

She wanted to choose carefully.

After a moment, she looked back at Sarina. She knew what she had to do....