Chapter 3 by ThomasMoro

What's next?

Jasmine makes a wish

"So you're the mysterious genie of the lamp I've heard so much about?" said Jasmine.

"Well, yes, I am," said the genie.

"And you work for this mysterious Prince Ali Ababwa?" asked Jasmine.

"Well, I don't actually work for him," said the genie. "I just grant wishes."

"Like helping him win the favor of the sultan's beautiful daughter, perhaps?" asked Jasmine.

"Er -- what makes you say that?" said the genie.

"Just a guess," said Jasmine. "I don't suppose you'd grant me a wish as well?"

"Well, technically no -- since you're not my master," said the genie. "But since you're friends with my master, I don't suppose granting you just one wish wouldn't hurt -- provided, of course, that you don't wish for extra wishes or ask me to resurrect the dead."

"Very well," said Jasmine. "I'm tired of all these pompous so-and-sos who only want to court me because they only see me as the Sultan's daughter. I want your master to see me as I truly am -- so that way I can be sure I can trust him."

"Are you sure you really want to make that wish?" asked the genie. "After all, you only get one."

"Yes, I am," said Jasmine. "I wish Prince Ali could see me as I really am."

"Oookay!" said the genie.

There was a flash of lightning, a sound of thunder, and then suddenly...

All of Jasmine's jewelry were gone.

But not just her jewelry, Jasmine realized, as a warm desert breeze made her uncovered nipples harden...

Wait a minute! Uncovered nipples? But that meant...

Jasmine looked down and saw that she was now totally devoid of clothing.

And of course, the accursed genie was nowhere in sight!