Talk to your Djinn, life just isn't on your side today.

You rolled over and grabbed your phone. Your long slender fingers angrily starting to type as you found your conversation with the Djinn.

"Change me back!" The line was short and simple, yet you had to retype it several times before you got it right. Your fingers still trembling from the pleasure of cumming so hard. With a cute little moan you hit the send button making the text swoosh away. Waiting was always the hardest part, yet you couldn't help but press your legs together slightly, feeling the empty space between them. It felt weird, and to be honest the only reason why you hadn't looked yet was because you were fearing what you might see.

"Can't do that. You are not the target of wishes." The reply snapped you out of your trance, and you quickly discovered that your hand had been wandering down your stomach, while waiting. Erecting your wayward hand you text the Djinn back. "Why the hell not? You changed me once?" Another text send with a rather impressive amount of furry. It took no more than a minute or so to get a responds this time, and one of rather impressive length.

"You were changed to fit your wife's wishes. She has become aware that she enjoy the female form, and that is why you have been changed. Further more you will find your body always ready for her. She craves you, more than anyone and that is why your wish made sure that you can't stop touching yourself, nor can you help but give in to her. She is the focus of my magic, and you will have to live with that." The text ended with a poop smiley. You were dumbstruck for a moment looking at the message.

There seemed to be only one responds appropriate. "Well fuck me." You pressed send hoping beyond hope that things would get better. Yet the message you got back seemed to terrify you even further. "Wish granted." was the responds.