Yes

You finally got your chance one day in Economics. You’d had to retake the class several times due to the fact that you forgot all information the moment a test was placed in front of you. Most classes you got by through fucking the teachers (and sometimes the aides too), but this teacher seemed immune to your charms. It just so happened that this semester, Joanna was in your class. During a break, you glanced over at her desk and felt all the memories of that day in the bathroom come rushing back. It had started to feel less and less real as your life as Svetlana took hold, but seeing the device sitting just there, poking out of her bag gave you hope. You rushed over, breasts swaying in the completely see-through lingerie you’d been ordered to wear this week, and picked it up.

As the screen turned on, you went to revert all the changes she had done to you—but you couldn’t. It wasn’t that you weren’t compelled not to use the device, but looking at the device, you realised you had no idea how to use it. Like any other non-sexual action, the knowledge was gone the moment you needed it.

You mind raced. Why? Why now, this close to being saved? It was right there, and you could do nothing.

It does not matter, you thought.

Even if I know not how to use, anything is better than this!

You grabbed a textbook from a nearby table and raised it high above your head before bringing it down upon the device.

*Smash!*

The screen cracked, and there was a flash of light as you felt a surge of energy rush through your body.

“क्या हुआ? (What happened?)” you murmured to yourself as you okay if the floor, breathing heavily. “क्या बकवास है? मैं हिंदी बोल रहा हूँ?? (What the fuck? I’m speaking Hindi??)”

You looked down in shock and saw that the machine had made you into an attractive Indian woman, shrinking down your oversized bust and butt, as well as removing all of your remaining clothes.

So I have hope! Maybe if I hit it again, I have a better chance at being a guy again?

You retrieved the book and brought it down on the device again.

*Crack!*

Another flash of light.

Your skin lightened and a frilly outfit formed over your petite body.

A maid? What the hell? Where the fuck am I?

You looked around. The device seemed to have entirely displaced you. You were in some random house. A dirty one, at that. You felt the urge to clean…

This is bullshit, no way am I being stuck like this. It seems random what changes I get though…

*Crack* *Flash*

Your skin darkened, your hair curling and shooting out from your head. You looked down and saw in horror at what fresh changes this transformation had brought.

Huh? Why does Hole have these words written on it? Hole needs a hard cock in it, maybe if Hole waits here a master will come and…wait, huh?! Hole?? Why can’t I—ugh! Fuck, Hole has to fix this!

You shook your head, suppressing the mounting mental changes, and struck the device again.

*Crack* *Flash*

Your body lurched as you rapidly gained weight, every inch of you filling with fat.

“Oooooh my god!” you moaned as your chest burst out of your shirt, thighs overflowing around your thigh-highs. Your camera captured the whole thing, and you saw that you were live on some cam-white site.

This is, like, better than whatever fetish-filled nightmare that last thingy was, but I can’t be a fat camslut for the rest of my life! I have to—

*Flash*

The device on the ground glowed, ethereal light streaming through the cracks in its screen. It shook and vibrated ominously. It seemed to be changing you on its own now. You slimmed rapidly, clothes morphing into a sexual parody of a police uniform as memories of being an asian porn star filled your head. You appeared to be on a set. Across the room a man was undressing. Others held cameras and microphones.

“Huh? Rike, when issu the shoot going to—“

*Flash*

Your clothes were gone again, your body covered in oil. Your mind was lucid again, and you reached for the shaking device to—

*Flash*

You watched as your outstretched hand aged rapidly. Your body followed suit, and your hair turning a fiery red as you became a smoking hot milf, doing a lingerie photoshoot.

*Flash*

A mild change, regaining the lost years. Catching yourself in the splintered reflection on the cracked screen you thought you looked beautiful. Your mind didn’t seem too affected either…if you couldn’t be a guy, maybe this would be nice? You hoped this was the final change…

*Flash*

Another change. Your muscles toned as your body became that of an athletic brunette.

_This isn’t bad either. Nice house too... Please just_—

*Flash*

Another.

What the fuck am I wearing? Why are these transformations all so sexu—

*Flash*

A man gripped you roughly from behind. He slapped your ass. It felt strangely good. You wondered if—

*Flash*

“Oo_oh fuck_!”

You’d been transformed into a girl mid-orgasm. The device vibrated harder, becoming a blur, before shattering as you came. The light from behind the screen filled your vision, and the world disappeared…

* * *

Sensation suddenly returned to you as your surroundings coalesced into being—but things were different. You were in a room, a very small room. The curved walls seemed to be made of a shiny metal that looked a lot like gold. You looked down, sparing a glance at what random, inevitably sexual body you’d been given this time and felt strangely unfazed by the sight.

Your skin was darker, and you wore a traditional belly dancers outfit. Why did you feel so comfortable like this?

Unable to leave the oblong chamber, you contented yourself with sitting on the metal floor and waiting for something to happen.

You waited. And waited. Hours became days that became years that turned into centuries, until one day the ceiling opened up and you were sucked out of the room.

A man stood before you, holding a familiar looking lamp. He babbled in you in a foreign language, but you found that you understood his words perfectly.

“Oh genie, I have summoned you and are therefore your master! I compel you to grant me my three wishes!”

“It’s just the one, I think.” you murmured as the understanding of your existence filled your mind and you realised your fate.

“What? But the scrolls said—no matter. Genie, I have been in a dispute with my neighbour over land. I wish for all of his lands to be mine!”

You snapped your fingers, feeling a rush of unimaginable power as you were compelled to fulfil his wish. As the lands were magically transferred to the ownership of this man, you felt your body being sucked into the lamp, which vanished, to resurface in a new place and a new time.

* * *

Over the years you grew accustomed to granting wishes, and even gained a modicum of control over how they were fulfilled. Some you granted at face value, like when someone wished for a relative to get well. Others you tried to make the best of, when you saw good in the wisher. You recalled one beggar woman who had wished only for a meal. You had granted her a plate that, when you covered and uncovered it, bore the meal the user most desired at the time. Other wishers you came to have a sort of sadistic fun with. Centuries of being trapped in a lamp had made you tire of the antics of power-hungry, vain, or otherwise shallow people. A woman who wished to be more beautiful than any other had been turned into a diamond necklace. A man who wished to always be surrounded by lustful women became the lowest member of a harem.

By the time the modern era came about, you saw negativity in most people. As a result, more and more of the wishes you granted got twisted to your increasingly perverted whims. A ballet dancer who wished to be a more skilled dancer than her rival was transformed into a highly talented stripper.

A man who wished a coworker would be fired got his wish—due the coworker being caught getting a blowjob in the office from the wisher, now a lowly slutty secretary.

You still granted some wishes normally, of course. But even then, you sometimes…stuck around, tweaking reality a bit so even the most perfectly normal wishes had entertaining results! And sometimes they did it to themselves: was it really your fault when that man wished he “could see life from a new perspective?” How vague can you get? It wasn’t your fault he didn’t specify which perspective. You hoped he had enjoyed his new life as a cheap hooker.

* * *

The ceiling opened once more, and you were sucked out of the lamp you now called home. A rather short boy sat on the floor in front of you, looking dazed as the lamp tumbled out of his hands.

“So, you gonna wish for something or what?”