I Dream of Shego

[Another moment of dizzy blackness and Shego opened her eyes to find herself... In a harem costume?]

‟Jeannie,” Major Nelson requested, ‟remember, no magic.”

‟What the fuck?” Shego thought. ‟I'm in a sit-com, and I have to call this schmuck master?” Then she recalled, Major Nelson had the lowest level libido in television history. A gorgeous girl in a skimpy little costume ready, willing and able to serve as his sex toy and he never humped her? ‟Why not, Master?” she asked. She wondered if she could do magic in this show? She made a wish and nodded her head in Major Nelson's direction.

She could do magic, at least based on seeing the huge erection straining the major's uniform pants. She wondered if his sex drive had gone up as well.

‟Jeannie,” Nelson ordered, ‟use your magic. Bigger boobs – at least an F-cup... And make that top smaller.”

‟Yes, Master,” Shego heard herself answer.