I agree.

"Fuck with my head!" I exclaim, feeling a icy chill. "What do you mean?"

"You know, by using wishes against you." Jordan explains shamelessly. "Like for instance I could ask for you to become a cock hungry nymphomaniac or to forget that you'd ever been a guy."

Jordan had clearly been thinking hard whilst I was sucking him off. I wasn't sure whether to be disgusted that he'd thought of how he could manipulate me or grateful that he'd offered me a chance to avoid having my behavior altered. Either way a refusal of his offer would almost certainly goad him into changing my mind with a wish.

"I agree to your terms." I answered, and smiled at my master to appear happy with the choice.

"Doesn't the fact that I plan to fuck you soon scare you at all?" He asks, sounding surprised at my willingness to cooperate. "It would scare the shit outta me."

"Of course I'm frightened." I tell him. "I am, or was totally straight. I'm just trying to adapt and make the best of a bad situation. Looking like this I'd want to fuck me, it's inevitable. If you like the idea of seeing me with other girls then at least I'll get chances to reassert myself with them."

Jordan is quiet a moment, he seems amused by my reasoning. He nods and flashes me a grin.

"OK then I guess we'd better get ready to hit the town." He laughs. "I wish I had a couple of grand of cash to spend tonight."

A click of my fingers and a fat wad of bills appears in Jordan's hand.

"Sweet, now I wish I was wearing a tailored Armani suit with suitably expensive accessories."

Another click and Jordan's dressed like a playboy. He seems impressed as he checks himself in the mirrors. He looks at the Cartier watch on his wrist and the hand made shoes.

"Excellent. We still need some wheels though." Jordan continues. "I wish to trade in my old ford for a top of the range maybach, all legitimate in case anyone checks."

I hold out one hand and click, the registration papers, insurance and bill of receipt appear in a little pile on my palm with the keys on top. I hand them to my master.

"Good work Alex." He compliments me. "Finally, for me at least. I wish that I still remained myself, but was more handsome and attractive."

I click my fingers once more and Jordan changes subtly. He's still recognizable as himself, but looks as though he's spent months working out and his teeth, nails and hair look like they have been prepared by professionals. Again he admires the results in the mirror and has no objections to my changes,

"Now for you Alex." He says. "I wish you were dressed in your own choice of clothes. We're aiming for high class, but sexy remember."