Surprisingly, yes.

Your room blurs in front of your eyes, as reality re-manifests. Into a reality where your room is outfitted with the huge luxury designer bed that you and Ashley had wished for. It fills half the dorm room now, reaching from the far window right into the center of the room, leaving no space along the walls. Orange, pink and purple pillows are arranged along the sides where the bed meets the walls. Ashley lies smack in the middle of the bed, urging you to finally switch off the lights. You notice that there are no longer blankets in your oversized, triple-shared bed.

The three colorcoded hanging shelves have moved to be accessible when standing on the bed. The bed is waist-high, so that purple, pink and orange boxes have been fitted below the thick mattress. On the right wall, a big cutout from the waist-high bed has been made, so that three people can sit on the bed's edge and work at the three colorcoded desks. The chairs are gone.

Also on the right side, the three color-coded wardrobes stand along the walls, completing the furniture of your dorm room. Only a third of the room is still free from all furniture. That's where you stand in the room's entrance, next to the door on your left towards the room's plumbing unit. You switch off the light and breathe. And think.

Your wishes are... what is it called? Monkey-paws? You wished to be Casey's roommate and turned out to be her servant; you wished to participate in her sex life and became a woman; you wished to regain your dong and got it stuffed in your mouth; and even wishing to know which things in your room belong to you messed things up even more, by color-coding all the stuff of yours and your roommate's. And just a minute ago, merely confirming the wish from Ashley with about as much as a "Yes I wish", changed all your furniture way beyond your intentions. The whole room now looks like a team of interior designers had made a field trip to your dorm.

You need to be reaaaally careful with this power. Or, is it your power at all? Is there, maybe, some devious genie observing you, and just messing around with you?

"Whoever you are, I'm onto you." you mutter into the darkness. Nobody answers. "I know what you're doing." you say a bit louder, challenging the darkness to reveal the suspected genie who has fooled you so far.

"Mmmmh. And we should do it together." comes the sleepy voice of Ashley's.

You roll your eyes. "Coming."

You make your way over to the bed to lie next to Ashley. The bed is unbelievably plushy, so that you almost fear it will swallow you up, but then your body stops sinking in. And the next moment you learn why there are no blankets. Silent fans on the sides of the walls are blowing breezes of warm air across the whole field of the designer bed. The constant flow of air caressing you gives you goosebumps. Erotic goosebumps.

"Excited again?" Ashley mumbles. "It's okay John, roll over and lose the pajamas."

You undress on the bed, letting the soothing airflow tickle your whole body. Ashley slings her arm across your waist to hug her midriff onto to yours. Then her tongue begins licking between your thighs, slowly exploring her way towards your eager pussy. Her other hand draws patterns on your chest, circling the nipple. You moan and try to return the favor of your more experienced roommate.

Your large tock also got excited, and you start "licking" at Ashley's pussy as well, soon exploring her moist cavity with eager movements of your head. Like with a straw, you slurp the lesbian's delicious pussy juices from deep inside her quivering cunt, and you love every moment of it. This time arond, there is no frantic position-changing every few minutes. Instead, you are just lazily carressing and fucking each other into sleep.