Yes

You make your way back to the maintenance building and the sounds of soft moans can be heard from the other side.

"Fuck... Candy... ahhh... you are so fucking cute. Fuck! Ahhh so cute. I held your hand... they were so soft. I love you so much. Fuck. You can't... ahhh... you can't know the real me. You can't know my secret... ahhh."

A peak around the corner shows exactly what Alma is doing, and why the genie is so proud of herself. Between Alma's soft thighs was a fat throbbing shaft. Thick droplets of cum were slowly dripping down the length, coating her balls. She was aching trying to get off, not being able to hold it back any longer. She had managed to get out of sight before eagerly starting to rub her cock. She was trying her best to not absolutely lose it.

You pull back, unsure of yourself. You aren't gay... well you aren't into dicks... Or at least you didn't think so. But Alma is the most amazing person you have talked with in a long time. You can't help but swallow a little, walking around the lake to think things over. As you do, Jasmine appears.

"See~! What did I tell you... I had to make her intersex. Not just because her last name is Cox, though I am not gonna deny that was a huge factor. Anyway, the main reason is actually a favour to you. Believe it or not. If you wanna date this girl... and I get the feeling that you honestly like her, then you would be second-guessing yourself all the time, if your wish had turned her into a lesbian nympho slut. She is still affected by your wish, just not as much... She probably feels like she has had a couple of beers around you. She can be more open, but she is absolutely herself, which includes the fact that if she disliked you, she would probably not hang out with you."

The Genie explains she isn't walking next to you, as much as she is floating.

"There we go! Easy peasy. Now you just gotta figure out what you want from the relationship."

With that Jasmine disappears. By the time you make it around the lake again you can't help but peak. Alma is there, unloading thick strands of spunk. The ground underneath her is muddy. This isn't her first load.

You swallow, wanting to reach out, but you can't bring yourself to it. How long has it been since you were a guy? Not that long. You can't help but slowly walk away, heading home as the sun sets.

Before you know it you are in bed, and you slowly drift off to sleep.