You agree to take Amina's place

“Alright!” you say, after a tense moment of deliberation.

“You’ll do it?” Lynn asks, expectantly.

“Yes, I’ll do it. I never doubted Amina is real and leaving her to serve the pendant and whoever controls it for eternity is a horrible thing to let happen,” you explain. You think back at what you were compelled to do just now, fucking Lynn in your body just because she wished it. It might as well have been **** and you shudder to think how many times poor Amina would have been exposed to that.

Lynn/Lynn puts a hand on Lynn/you and the other on you/Amina and says, “Well then, let me work my magic!”

Lynn/Lynn nods her head and you see a flash of white.

The blinding light fades and you look to yourself again. You’re back to being you! You recognize your hands, your body, even the height of your eye line is reassuringly familiar! You look over on the bed and see Amina still there, she is looking around as if self aware for the first time.

“Amina?” you ask cautiously.

“M… Riley,” Amina answers, then suddenly remembers her nudity and quickly covers her body with your bedsheet with a gasp.

“So… you’re real…” you conclude as you reach out to touch her.

Amina jerks back and looks at you timidly, “Of course I’m real! I…” she slumps her shoulders, “I’m sorry, this is all so traumatizing…”

“I’m sorry,” you reply, “For anything I may have done to make it worse for you…”

“Aww, isn’t this great? Everyone’s making amends, everyone’s letting their feelings out!” Lynn says, wrapping her arms around the both of you. “We’re just a bunch of happy-go-lucky friends now, aren’t we?”

You stand up and look over to Lynn, “So, now what?”

“Now?” she blinks, staring off blankly, then turns to you. You start to wonder if she really had an ultimate plan or was just messing around for the fun of it. “Now, we get to do things just like we did before!”

“What do you mean?” you ask warily. You are already wincing at what may come up.

“Well, for starters, we’re going to be late for class!” Lynn imagines herself in a classic schoolgirl outfit with a pleated plaid skirt, white dress blouse and knee high white socks. From that image, you gain the impulse to will it true and in a flash, she’s in that outfit.

“Woah…” you say in amazement.

“I see you’re getting the hang of this already!” Lynn says as she spins in front of your bedroom mirror. You catch a glimpse of her naked ass as she pirouettes and she quickly clamps the skirt down. “Forgot about that…” she murmurs as she imagines silky white panties under her skirt. You see how long you can hold out before granting her wish. The compulsion to grant the wish is almost immediate though.

“There’s no fighting the pendant,” Amina tells you. “Your will is bound to its wielder…”

“And that’s me!” Lynn says, waving the pendant around her neck at you.

You look from Lynn to Amina and ask, “What about her? What happens to Amina now?”

“Oh, she’s free to do what she wants now,” Lynn says, “Just like I promised!”

“But she has no home, no family or friends…” you point out.

“She can stay here! Your mom can take care of her while you hang out with me!” Lynn says, “Problem solved!”

“Actually…” Amina starts.

“What is it Amina?” you ask, “Do you remember your past?”

“Come on already! We’re going to be late!” Lynn complains, dragging you by the arm. “Amina, you’re free to do what you want! Thanks to Riley over here!”

A realization dawns on her for the first time. Amina goes wide eyed and looks at herself as if able to move for the first time. “R...right!” she smiles.

“I’d suggest the first thing you do is get dressed!” Lynn adds.

Amina stumbles off the bed, wrapped in your bedsheets. “Yeah… I’ll get on that!” she mutters within the sheets.

“She’s going to need some time to acclimatize herself,” Lynn tells you. “Your mom can keep an eye on her to keep her out of trouble.”

“Oh yeah…” you remember that your mom is still in the house. “I’m surprised my mom hasn’t come up here to call us down for breakfast!”

In Lynn’s head there is an image of your mom, slowly ascending the stairway. “Yep, she’s on her way now!” Lynn concurs. “But we should get going, we’ll grab something on the way to school!” Lynn tugs you by the arm and drags you off. “Morning, Mrs. Williams!” she says as you meet up with your mom at the stairs.

“Oh! I didn’t know you had more guests…” your mom says in surprise. She starts to give you a look of curiosity before Lynn breaks that thought.

“Amina let me in, hope you don’t mind! She was all dirty after her jog, so she needed a change of clothes.” Lynn explains.

“Oh, I see!”

“Also.. um she doesn’t have class today, so we thought you’d take her out to show her the town and such!” Lynn insists.

“Well, I was going to fix up the garden today... “ your mom starts, then she looks over to Amina, still draped in your bedsheet, looking for clothes. “Oh dear me! Amina, let me help you! We got you a whole wardrobe yesterday, it’s in this room…”

Your mom guides Amina back to the guest room as Lynn steers you towards the door. “Well, have a good day, Mrs. Williams! We’re running late, so we’re off to school!”

“Don’t forget your lunch is on the table, Riley!” your mom calls out. “And take the food with you, you need your breakfast!”

“Yes Mo-oom!” you call back as you are led down the stairs. This is going to be weird if you’re now eternally bound to a magical pendant. How are you supposed to explain it? Is there a sort of orientation to being a genie? Are there guidelines that you need to follow? Or are you like some sort of button that the wish maker presses to make a wish come true? Are you just a tool now?

You’re lost in thought at you walk arm in arm with Lynn. Suddenly you start to wonder why you’re walking to school, or even going to school at all. “Lynn? What are we doing?”

“Going to school, duh,” Lynn says.

“Yeah, I know that, but why? You can do anything you want, yet you’re going back to school?”

Lynn sighs, “{First_Name}, you don’t know how long I’ve been playing with the magic pendant. I’ve spent lifetimes living whatever it is that I could think of. Crazy things, dangerous things, depraved things… Things that would make you freak out if you heard about them. Now I want what you want! You and me, back at school, just like things used to be, before all this magic nonsense!”

“Is that why we’re walking instead of magically poofing to school?” you ask.

Lynn cradles your arm and leans into your shoulder, “Mhmm… this is nice isn’t it?”

You have to admit, walking to school, arm in arm with the most popular girl in school is kind of nice. Still, you have the sneaking suspicion that Lynn is up to no good. Mainly because Lynn is usually up to no good.