"Holy shit I'm....."

"A Girl"

"Holy shit I'm a girl," I stammered, still disbelieving the sight before my eyes. I got up and immediately noticed the weight on my chest. "Wow great tits," I thought. I stood in front of the mirror. I was gorgeous, about 5' 6 with Light Brown hair with an ethnic quality, possibly some Spanish or Hispanic heritage. I recognized her/me. It was Max from Dark angel. "Jessica Alba," I shouted, not realizing that I was alone. "Damn I'm Jessica Alba."

I couldn't believe it, I had become Jessica Alba. All I could do was stare at my reflection in the mirror. Normally seeing some hot chick in lingerie would have had me jumping her bones right on the spot, but I was in shock.

I began to turn and visually explore my body. "Wow," I said out loud. I got closer to the mirror, still not fully realizing what had happened. "I'm Jessica Alba," I said, while watching my lips move and hearing the strange sound of my voice. It was weird seeing her saying what I was thinking of saying and having the words come out of her mouth sound different. But they were my words. "Wow"

I thought for a bit and said, "You know, only a bored, rich, liberal, white guy would piss away a fortune to prove he wasn't a bored, rich, liberal, white guy." "He He", I laughed. "I sound just like her," I said after remembering a line from Dark Angel.

I continued to admire myself in the mirror for a while until I got the urge. I looked around for the bathroom and as I went to piss, I just about passed out. I reached down to go and nothing was there. That realization brought me back. "Oh my god I'm a woman," I said.

I proceeded to squat down on the toilet to relieve myself. "Yuck," I thought as I dribbled on myself. I thought of how easy it was to piss standing up. Just whip it out, aim, and let it fly. I felt a bit degraded.

After cleaning up I went back to the bed to get the bottle and wish myself back to normal. "A rich Hollywood movie star fine, but a chick, no way," I thought.

"Where is it," I shouted. I frantically searched for the bottle but it was nowhere to be found.

I started to panic. The Genie had said that I must remain in control of the bottle to control the genie, but without even the bottle....

The thought frightened me and I began to cry. It was strange how tears came so easily. Usually I would just fume and get angry at situations that were out of my control. But at least at work, I could leave the problems behind and go home. Without that bottle, I'm stuck as Jessica Alba.

"Damn Think Man," I fumed.

Visions flooded back to my mind.

[I felt dizzy. My body felt strange. I could feel changes. Bone structure, hair length weight. I almost lost grip on the bottle it burned so hot.]

"That’s it," I shouted. I must have lost grip on the bottle and its back in my room back home. I felt relieved. I had a plan. All I had to do was go home and get the bottle and wish myself back to normal.

With my panic subsided, I mentally went through my plan.