Genie.

"Genie, huh? This cocktail is different from the rest. 'Cause I wasn't told what it does. Shall we find out?"

As the barmaid started preparing the drink, Jen started asking herself questions.

"What it does? Taste good, be fancy, make me a little drunker, what else?" — she was thinking.

{If Insanity > 19}"I love surprises. So do you. Leave suspicions for out of the comfort zone you're in right now."{endif}

"Here you go." — the barmaid placed the drink onto the counter before the blindfolded girl. It came with a straw sticking out of a thin bottleneck.

"Oh, 'Genie' came in a bottle! Like in a song that's barely younger than me!" — said Jen, grabbing the straw with her lips.

{If Insanity > 39}She wanted to ask something for a moment, but the thought slipped away too quickly. Suspicions had no place there in this sacred moment, so Jen took a good sip and blacked out immediately after.

{else}Before taking a sip, she let go of the little straw and asked:

"Please answer me honestly, miss. Did you **** this?"

To which the barmaid leaned on the counter and said in a mysterious tone:

"No **** can do what our drinks can."

"Alright then. You have me intrigued." — Jen smiled, took a good sip and blacked out immediately after.{endif}

***

When Jen was back, her head was hurting immensely. Every little bit of her felt wrong. The first shock arrived when she opened her eyes. She could see the ceiling and the counter from where she was lying! The girl touched her smiling face with her hands and...

"I wasn't wearing gloves."

No, even worse.

"These are not my hands."

Jen struggled to lift herself from the floor a bit so that she could inspect herself. Her dress was black and white latex with a cute patterned apron on top of its short pleated skirt. It was short-sleeved and did not have its upper arms restrained. Soft satin gloves occupied both arms up to the edge of the sleeves. Tan stockings covered her legs and ended inside insanely arched 6,5-inch black pointed-toe heels with a very thin, almost unnoticeable platform. They were locked on her ankles with a familiar looking ankle strap.

"I'm in the barmaid's body now! God, I can feel her feet pounding in strain from these torturous shoes. Ahw, I thought I was past that, this is terrible!"

Terrible or not, Jen in the barmaid's body had to stand up. With help of the counter, she was able to maintain a vertical position.

The bar's layout was mostly red and darker red, with the music box in the corner still playing soothing saxophone music. The tables and chair were all empty. There was just Jen and the barmaid in her body. She was only raising her head from the counter.

"What happened? Why is it all dark?" — the barmaid asked.

"We switched bodies! The drink must have done that. Dark fucking sorcery!" — Jen answered while continuing to explore herself. Her crotch felt heavy, and she lifted up her skirt to check it. To her great dissatisfaction, she found a steel chastity belt blocking her access to all the fun.

"Please don't say swear words out of my lips, I don't like that."

"I won't. Provided you bother to change me back. Here, take your own medicine. Pleeease." — Jen mimicked the sweetness that the barmaid's voice provided. Her opponent did not hurry to suck on the straw of the bottle. Instead, she started speaking.

"I stumbled on the dressing room a long time ago. That's when I was recruited for the job. Once the headpiece was on, I was told what to do. You stray away from the path, you get electrocuted, and most likely you just don't, since it gets into your brain. But you can't say electrocuted without 'cute'! I loved my dress, I loved my job, but I was told that I was too empathetic. I would get excited from their excitement. That was not what the Mall wanted.

So I put on that belt and sealed it with a Sealer to concentrate better. At first, it seemed to work well. But it did not remove my desire to have... you know... releases. Since then, it was living hell. But now we had this 'Genie' on the menu, and you happened to choose it. Thanks for letting me out of the bottle." — the barmaid reached for a glass of soda on the inner edge of the counter and sipped from it, then took the 'Genie' bottle with her hand and threw it to the floor, shattering it.

"No! Please! You can't just leave me here! Stay there, you bitch!" — Jen lunged at the blindfolded girl, intending to grab her, but a strong electric shock made her hang onto the counter instead. Her body stepped back and out of reach.

"That second voice is saying wise things, you know. I won't waste your body. I'll go get stuck in something that's gonna fuck my brains out. That'll be the wisest thing to do." — the rising sexual tension could be heard in her voice.

"No, no, no, no... no..."

Jen did not even ask that girl's name, and now she left the bar for good in her body. Slowly, she felt her pain and regret being oppressed by new thoughts that came from seemingly nowhere. They carried knowledge about her new job: the recipes, the components' location, the magical effects. The girl realized that the headpiece was brainwashing her, but trying to take it out from deep in her new long red hair was fruitless and only brought her another strong electric shock.

"Let's get to work then. There's mess under these chairs. Oh, it was a 'Genie'! That's strange, I know how it's done, but not what it does..." — Jen said, approaching the puddle with a rag. — "I hope my customers don't do that often, it's hella hard to clean that up in these shoesies!"

ENDING #36