Sure, might as well go nuts.

As you zip up the last boot the world around you swirls with multicolored light and spins. The boots are gone, you feel basically naked. It takes a few blinks to clear the bright light and get your eyes to focus. Looking around, you appear to be in a lavish bedroom with a huge bed covered in multicolored silk sheets, and dozens of pillows. Beyond, you see ornate furniture and an archway leading to more magnificent rooms in four directions. You rub your eyes, your hands are lovely, thin, lightly tanned with long pink nails. A wide pink silk sash is wrapped around your chest, creating a small halter top, concealing rather smallish but perky, maybe B cup breasts. A golden stud pierces your navel, your skin is smooth, your torso is lean, thin waist, hips widen, a perfect perky ass, a golden chain belt sits on your hips, pink silk hangs from it, long, a skirt of sorts, but very revealing when you move. You stand. Golden anklets and bracelets, four sets, adorn your wrists and ankles. At first you don’t see a clasp on them, but on further examination you can see how they would be removed. “So these are the boots then.” Your fingers lightly brush your new sexy little pussy. “Where am I?”

Suddenly the world shakes, pitching, and turning, as if it were being tossed about, you are able to maintain your balance, but only by using a sense of balance and flexibility you have never had before. Then a booming voice in the sky, “I summon the Djinni of the lamp.” A bit more shaking.

A spark of information appears in your mind. With a snap, your body turns into mist. You are sucked up, out of the grand palace, and with a whoosh, you are back in the strip club, the bouncer you’ve been dealing with standing there holding a rather simple looking brass bottle, a stopper in his other hand.

“It worked dude. You are totally a Djinni. Can you cast spells? Grant wishes? I want my three wishes.”

As he says the final sentence, it is as if the universe itself was commanding you to obey. “As you wish my master.” The words flow out of your mouth, you couldn’t stop yourself from saying them. Then the spell releases your mind, but not before it imparts knowledge that you can indeed use magic.

“Tell me.”

“Yes master.” Again you have **** but to answer. “You are indeed entitled to three wishes, after the third I am set free. I can teleport us anywhere in the world as long as you can show me a picture of the destination or if I have been there before. I can create nearly anything, but only the nourishment of eating food I create is permanent, other items last less and less time the more complex they are. However my magic is limited, and if exhausted in a day, I will be returned to my bottle to rest and recharge, and may not be re summoned till I have recharged.” In your mind it sort of manifests as a big ball of energy. When you close your eyes and concentrate on making sense of it, you get a rather modern solution, a cute pink exercise watch appears on your wrist. A click of a button and you can clearly see it reads, “magic level 99%”

He glances at the watch, “Cool.” Then he looks at you, smiles a wry grin, then commands, “Heh, suck my dick, ****.”

Now it is your turn to smile. His command wisps away. It would appear you don’t have to do everything he commands. “Heh, no.” You answer.

He shrugs, “Just seeing how much control I had over you.” Then he kinda looks down and says, “You are like totally fine though. Um, wanna suck me off real quick, then we should totally go somewhere and hit a cool club or something. Like somewhere famous. Ooh, and you could create us some totally fly outfits.” When you don’t immediately say anything he points at his cock.