The relationship evolves

Walking across a crowded main campus quad, Mark asked, “so Genie, what have previous people called you?”

“Well, Genie has been used. Sometimes just a name from their era.”

“Can you be visible?”

“Sure.”

“O.K., I wish for you to be visible so that I don't have to talk to the air. I wish you to look like a guy my age. Better, like a girl my age. A really attractive girl who's visiting from another country. Wearing suitable clothes. Do you speak other languages?"

"I speak all of them. What did you have in mind?”

"What do you suggest?"

"You're surrounded by vaguely well-meaning young people who have little life experience. They could use some education. Perhaps a Nigerian engineer, or an Iraqi poet, or a South Asian political organizer. Somebody smarter and more worldly than you and your friends are used to.”

"Genie, I just want someone who I can talk to without looking like a freak.”

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

Mark looked over. He was suddenly talking to a pretty young woman of average height with black hair and thin brown arms.

"Okay, that's fine," he said. As he looked her over, he noticed her skin was flawless, her eyes bright, and that she had the most intriguing smile. "Do you have a name?"

"Well, Mark, my name is now Kiara," she said with an English accent. She was suddenly wearing a maroon silk sari. "I'm 23 and from Mumbai. I'm fluent in Hindi, Mirathi, and English. You and I met on a summer vacation in Greece a few years ago. We were both with our families. If asked by women on campus, I'd say you were a total gentleman. If they seem interested, and it seems tactful, I’d whisper that I’d offered my virginity but you had declined. You knew it was too important to me to be given up during a one week vacation when I was just 16–though we had spent some time researching the legal age of consent in Greece. They’d sigh with your gallantry, and I might add that neither of us was confident that you’d be able to get your enormous penis inside me. And maybe I’d mention something about how your tongue kept me from feeling deprived. I might swear them to secrecy just to ensure that they told their friends.

“But Mark, you can pick the story. Maybe I flew in from Mumbai just to get another taste of you. Maybe I’m considering a transfer. Maybe we’ve been pen pals all these years. I can show them your delightfully written letters.” She opened a backpack that had mysteriously appeared. “See?” She pointed to a thick wad of envelopes, written in Mark’s handwriting, tied together with red ribbon. “I can morph into a Swedish hottie or a Texan or anybody, but I’m inclined to the Indian vibe at the moment.”

“Sounds good.” Mark smiled. "You give great back story."

Kiara smiled and zipped up her backpack.

"Just to be clear, you function the same way, regardless of what you look like?”

“Interesting question, Mark. In a way, yes, but appearances and gender differences do affect how you see me. Plus, as the other guy, no one can see me, and you can’t see me clearly. As Kiara, I look and function like a young woman, it with the same powers and code as the old man.

Mark smiled. “Okay, Kiara, I wish for you to call me Master and say sexual things.”

Kiara paused. "Just feeling your presence, Master, is upsetting. If we keep walking, I fear that wetness will escape its vaulted dome and slide down my legs. I may need to put on some panties under my sari.”

“I don’t know exactly what that means,” Mark smiled, “but it’s pretty good, especially with the English accent. And I want up you to behave sexually, like we just started dating.”

“Well, I haven’t been a girl for a century. I’m rusty, but I’ll see what I can do.”

Mark looked over. He noticed that Kiara had again changed clothes. She was now wearing jean shorts and a thin t shirt. Her braless tits swayed when she walked. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her t shirt. She was literally slowing traffic. Guys couldn’t help looking.

Kiara grabbed Mark’s newly muscular arm and pressed herself against him. The angle put her boob at his elbow, so she grew an inch in height so that she could rub her nipple against his bicep.

“Is this what you had in mind, Mark, or more chaste?”

“I’m hard as a rock, Kiara, so I’d say you’re effective.” He noticed his enlarged dick was stretching the elastic of his gym shorts. He bade his cock to soften. It did.

“Mark, I aim to please. And it’s fun to be a girl.” She smiled.

“Did you just call me Mark?"

"I'm so sorry." A blush creeped up Kiara’s taut neck. "Master." She stumbled over her words. “I forgot.”

He walked her briskly past the entrance to the main gymnasium and to a grove of trees with a few scattered picnic tables. They sat at one.

He turned to her. “Do you have feelings?”

“Human emotions and physical sensations. The whole shebang.”

“Until I give the word, you are that virginal girl you described in your backstory. And you’ll do what I say.”

“Mark, are you sure?”

“Yes, but this is my last warning, ****. He leaned toward her, and, seeing no audience, he reached in and tweaked a nipple until tears came to Tiara’s eyes. “My name is not Mark. It is Master.”

“Yes, Master. I was just trying to fit in." Her eyes to the ground, the young girl looked wretched. Mark thought she was about to cry.

"Master, please accept my apology." Her lower lip trembled. He kissed her. She kissed back. He sucked her lip between his teeth. He bit her. She exhaled in surprise. Her breath tasted like jasmine.

“Come with me. I do bullshit work for the sports department, but I know which teams are out of town.” They walked down a deserted hallway in the maze of administrative offices. “And I do have keys.”

“We don’t need keys, Mark. I can open anything.”

“Are you talking back to me? And did you call me Mark?” He looked around the office hallway and didn’t see anybody. He slapped her face. Not hard, but it left an impression.

“Master, please don’t hurt me.”

“Just be clear. I’m in charge. You’ve been a pain in the ass, and I’m going to fuck you until you cry.”

“Yes, Master.”

Mark smiled to himself.

He pulled her through another set of doors and into a cluster of coach’s offices. He unlocked the door that belonged to the head coach of a major sport, and they entered. Mark gestured to the coach’s private bathroom. “Wash your face.”

“I don’t need...” Kiara began, but she stopped, dropping her eyes. “Yes, master.” She returned, her face wet.

“Pull off your shirt.”

Kiara, reddening, did so.

“Pull off your shorts, slowly. Remember, you are my **** girl, Kiara. I bought and own you. You want me to fuck you, and know it’s inevitable, but you’re excrutiatingly embarrassed by your wetness and need.”

Kiara stood in front of Mark, wearing only translucent panties. “You are proud of your body. You have been raised in a cloister, learning the ways of women, working out daily, running long distances, both to enjoy the effort and because you know your man will grow hard looking at your tight body.”

Mark watched her body grow a bit more lean, a bit less rounded. “You’ve been awaiting the moment that you could reveal yourself to a man, to excite a man.” Mark pondered her panties and could make out a demure triangle of hair. ”Your pussy is absolutely hairless,” he paused. The hair disappeared. “Your cunt is now slick and smooth, having been groomed entirely for this moment. Having been raised by women, you grow embarrassed by rough words, so when I say cunt, you cringe,” and she did cringe. “Pull off your panties.” She did.

Mark walked over and held her chin to keep her eyes looking into his. His fingers reached down and gripped her wet pussy. “Know that not only am I playing with your cunt, you are my cunt. Because all of you is for my pleasure.” Mark backed away, as she dropped her head and nodded, covering her hairless pussy with her hands.

“You are worried, my girl with the sweet pussy, because you know your slit is too small for my cock, but you have been taught by your sex instructors to love all sensations in your pussy, and you long for those sensations to involve me.

“You’re 21, Kiara. No, hold that. Today is your 18th birthday, the day in our culture that you become a woman.” Kiara nodded, and her body metamorphosed. Her full breasts grew slightly smaller, lifted slightly higher. Her smile became a bit more adolescent, more uncertain.

“You want to refuse me but also to seduce me. You are so conflicted that you can barely think. Turn around.”

“Yes, Master.” The view of her ass and pussy lips were his ideal, which made sense since the genie had concocted them from Mark’s fantasied visions.

Kiara awaited further instructions. Mark took off all of his clothes. His erection was enormous. It defied gravity and jerked toward his own strong abdomen.

Kiara’s eyes widened. “Oh, my God,” she muttered, putting one hand to her mouth. “Master, I think I’m going to faint. This is too much.”

Mark smiled. Her English accent was totally hot. “Pull on your nipples.” She did. “Make the nipples poke out.” They grew a quarter inch. “More.” Their nipples grew longer. “A little less.” He paused. “Perfect. Feel proud that you have made me so hard.”

“I do, Master.” She couldn’t look him in the eye. As she plucked at her perfectly elongated nipples, her eyes were only on his cock.

“Feel your pussy.” She did so. “Are you wet?”

“Master,” she ducked her head. “I am very wet.”

“Come with me to the bathroom and stare into the mirror. I will stand behind you.” He rubbed his dick along her thin wet slit. “Make yourself the perfect height for me to fuck you from behind.” Kiara’s smoothly hairless legs grew an inch. She closed her eyes and pushed against the head of his cock. She’d begun to sweat. “Open your eyes, Kiara. I want you to watch yourself getting fucked.”

He felt her firm breasts and twisted her nipples. He grabbed her hips with one hand and wedged the head of his cock between the folds of her pussy. Entrenched in wetness, he grabbed her hips with both hands. He pushed, and pushed. Wet velvet. Back and forth. Slow headway.

“Oh, Master, this is all I’ve ever wanted. To be filled by you, to be made into a woman. To know the pleasure of your amazing cock.” The entrance to her pussy caressed the head of his cock, firmly and wetly. Enough for him to feel inside, but he was held back, with most of his thick cock riding the air.

Kiara lunged back, and Mark felt half of his cock slide in. He pulled out to a sucking sound and then pushed back in, halfway home.

He bent Kiara over. Her tits were mashed against the sink, her head against the faucet. He was still surprised by his own muscled abdomen and enormously confident dick. He listened to the sucking sound of his back-and-forth. He slapped her ass, hard. He smiled at the red palm print.

With the sharp slap, Kiara’s pussy accepted two more inches. Ah, Mark thought, she likes a little pain.

He pulled out far enough to see the head of his cock squish alongside her wet pussy lips. As he pistoned back in, he’d again slapped her butt. Soon, he was deep inside. With every penetrating stroke, he’d slap her ass, alternating sides. She’d grunt and moan with what sounded like the English accent of a cloistered virgin. When he pulled back, he’d again hear a sucking sound. He’d watch her legs quiver. He’d look into the mirror and watch her face. Her eyes filled with tears but her face looked delirious with excitement. He watched his athletic hands grab her hips. Around his dick, he still felt the velvety tightness, but from the spasms that were massaging his shaft and the spasmodic breathing that was rocketing through her abdomen, it felt like she was having a series of orgasms.

He debated whether to do this all day, or whether he should cum now and go somewhere else for round two.

“Master, I have a conflict.”

“I know. I told you to have one. I now wish for you to forget your sexual conflicts.” He plowed deeply, back and forth.

“A different conflict, Master. I want you to spill your seed deep inside of me, etcetra, but I’ve been made aware of a problem.”

Mark slowed down and looked at Kiara’s beautiful face, framed in the bathroom mirror. She appeared suddenly in control, though her cheeks were marked by sweat and the trails of tears.

“Master, several men just entered this office suite. One is a team manager who says he was working in a cubicle and heard you hit me and heard you say were going to fuck me until I cried. The manager tried to follow but couldn’t get through these locked doors, which is why he had to go find security, and then he didn’t know where you’d gone.

Mark heard a key slide into the door to the office.

“How did they find us? Why are they coming to this particular office?”

“Our lovemaking was not silent, Master.”

He whispered: “Kiara, freeze them.”

“Too far, Master. Too many.”

Mark looked at the door, which hadn’t opened. Despite himself, he was slowly and distractedly sliding in and out of her.

Via the mirror, Kiara continued to look at him. “Master, I jammed the door. You can fuck me for another few seconds if you’d like.”

“Kiara, make me a different person.”

“I am so sorry, Master. Personally, I’m a chameleon. I can take almost any shape. You need to stay close to your current self.”

Mark looked into the mirror. He pulled out of her. Deflating, his cock had kept its length. This dick business, Mark thought, will need some fine tuning. He looked at Kiara’s steady smile and her ass marked by angry red palm prints.

“Help me, Kiara.”