Toby decides to make some serious changes in his life

“Very well,” said Toby, moving toward the nearest window “What should I do now? What could I wish for you to grant?”

Wish to give me back my life, you jerk! If I could, I would actually send you to the poorhouse! Jessica screamed once again in her mind, still hoping that, somehow, these words would reach their recipient.

Her body, however, had a different opinion.

“Wish to make yourself incredibly rich, Master! If you wish, I would like to make you a king!” her voice said with pure enthusiasm.

“Make me a king?” Toby asked while looking to something outside “Well, that’s actually not a bad idea!”

He turned around, facing Jessica, who was looking at him with a smile.

“I wish for being so fucking rich that I’ll be able to live in the luxury for the rest of my life. I wish for this house to become a palace. And I wish the previous two wishes to become retroactive; I do not want anyone to remember I was poor!”

A new wave of arousal hit Jessica, making her fall once again to the floor. Around her, the house had already begun to transform.

The wall started to move, making the room five times bigger. Similarly, the ceiling rose a couple of meters, while three new closed doors appeared. The walls changed as well: on their upper part, a black meander appeared, which bent over itself imitating a wave movement, while the wall’s color changed from dirty yellow, to immaculate white.

In the same way, the furniture and furnishings were transformed in turn: the couch where Toby had laid Jessica after her collapse, from a gray sofa with numerous tears became a beautiful high-class sofa, black and white and adorned with black cushions. The TV became a giant plasma screen, covering almost the entire wall to which it had previously simply rested; moreover, now it was connected to some extra-luxury consoles, which Toby had only seen in some video game magazines so far.

Everything in the room had an identical destiny: it either expanded, or became its most modern and expensive existing version.

Toby could not believe his eyes: in a few seconds, the living room had become incredibly luxurious. He was almost tempted to pinch himself, to make sure he was not sleeping.

But it was all true.

_Are you happy now, idiot? _Jessica tried to say, and once again, her body altered it, “Are you happy with what I did, master?

“I am much more than happy: I am satisfied,” said Toby, admiring how the house, as well as more luxurious, now had a much more 'Greek' appearance “Out of curiosity, have you made changes to the other rooms too?”

“Yes,” Jessica’s voice blurted out on its own “Would you like to explore them… together?”

Toby grinned, “Sure. Lead the way, my beautiful girl!”

Jessica grimaced, which her body turned into giggling, while she stood up and headed for the first room.

Toby's house had changed beyond all expectations. He had never seen such a show of unbridled luxury, and now that he had a genie capable of rendering his every whim a reality, he wanted to give in to all his material desires.

The first room that Toby wanted to see was his own: here, Toby was happily surprised to see that it had almost doubled in size, as well as to see that his small bed had turned into a gigantic four-poster bed, with gold colored sheets and a bed-frame made of precious wood. Similarly, in front of the bed another plasma TV appeared covering a large part of the wall, while his desk, on which he had shed bitter tears in study, had now become a modern luxury desk with a swivel chair worthy of a CEO. To complete the composition, his small bookcase, which first counted no more than twenty volumes, had expanded enormously and now contained numerous valuable books that he had always wanted to read.

Then it was the bathroom's turn: it was now as big as the whole house had been before. It now had an enormous bathtub, a large swimming pool with a whirlpool button, and several tropical showers that rained on certain points. There was a sauna, a scented shower, a steam room, and a solarium.

Then came the kitchen: this too had increased in size, and its workbenches had all become of white marble. The oven, the refrigerator (big as a car), the cooking surfaces, and the sink were all shiny, as if they had just been built. There was a bar area and a wood-burning oven, and a few meters away there was the kitchen table, also made of marble, with about twenty luxurious chairs along its sides. Everywhere in the room, there were vases of flowers and incense that perfumed the air in a wonderful way.

Finally, as Toby (still naked, as the luxurious-but-chilly marble floor did not hesitate to remind his feet) descended to where once was the little garage, he found that it had become as big as a warehouse, and housed numerous luxury cars: a Ferrari, a Chevrolet, and a DeLorean, along with numerous luxurious models of BMW, Porsche, and Mercedes. He now had a fleet of private cars which would have made even the most avid collector die of envy.

“Wow!” he said, looking at his reflection into the shiny windshield of one of the nearest cars, “Just… wow!”

“Tell me, Master,” said Jessica, reaching for his arm “Was I a good genie?”

“You were way more than good! Wow, I must be richer that Paris Hilton. I wish I would have my cell to know how much I own…”

“Oh yes, Master!” mumbled Jessica, fulfilling the wish.

Looking at his right hand, Toby was amazed to see that a very advanced and luxurious cellphone, with a golden cover and a Greek symbol printed on it, had appeared. Instinctively, he tried to unlock it with his finger, and the cell phone activated.

“Very well,” he said, clicking on the icon of the bank where, until now, he had an account with very little money in it, “Let’s see how much…”

His mind froze and his eyes grew wide as he saw how many zeroes his account now had.

“WHAT?” he yelled, “Bloody hell! I must be richer than fucking Zuckerberg right now!”

“Do you wish to be even more rich, Master?” Jessica asked with a dreamy voice.

“No, no. Not yet, at least. I am more than OK with this. It is just… amazing! Until yesterday I believed that five hundred dollars all together were a fortune, and now...”

“Now you are worth 75 billion dollars, Master! I believe it is more than enough to give you the most luxurious life possible until the day you die!” the beautiful genie replied.

For a couple of seconds, Toby said nothing. His mind was busy realizing that he now owned more money than he had ever seen, and imagining all he could afford now. One-month cruises, houses in tropical or mountain paradises, private spas, other houses for him and his parents...

As he thought of his parents, Toby’s mind filled with rage. He remembered all too well the way they have treated him: his father, who has always ignored him in favor of taking classes to get a promotion, and his mom, who kept telling him he was a mistake. He had endured them so far, but now?

Now he had no more reasons to do so. Now he was rich, he was perfectly fit, and above all he had an all-powerful **** genie who was very loyal to him and could change reality to his own benefit.

He no longer needed them. And he had no intention of sharing his fortune or his genie with them.

“I wish that I was only rich person of my family. I wish my father is now a pathetic pizza delivery man who is totally unable to date a woman. I wish that my mother is a low-class slut who would suck the cock of everyone for a dollar. I wish that neither of them will ever remember live here, being married with each other, or ever having a son. I wish I was emancipated, and that I can live on my own without any foster parent to take care of me. And finally, I wish that all those previous wishes will not affect my wealth, my mind, my memories, or my physique. I want to still be rich, with this body and with this house, and that you are still my genie!”

“Yes, Master!” Jessica said, clapping her hands. Nothing appeared to have changed, so Toby quickly rushed upstairs to check if his parents’ room was still there.

He was quite delighted to find that his parent’s room was no more, and that in its place there was now a small private cinema, with very comfortable armchairs and a very large screen.

He grinned, “Who's the mistake now?”