Jordan changes us both.

"So if I want to alter myself how does this work?" Jordan asks me. "Do I have to describe how I'd like to appear or can I simply have an image in my head of what I want?"

I thought for a second and the knowledge to answer her question came to me naturally.

"If you phrase the wish correctly, I can change you into the body you're imagining." I replied with certainty.

"Very well, I wish to be altered to appear exactly as I am imagining now." Jordan wished.

I nodded and willed it so. Since I couldn't read her mind I watched the metamorphosis with fascination. What would Jordan choose as her new form?

My new owner obviously was picturing herself naked for the first thing that happened was the disappearence of her clothing. Next her squat legs lengthened and grew toned and shapely. Her waistline shrank and her bust expanded, her meagre breasts swelling like inflating balloons. Jordan's plain features remolded into exotic beauty, with high cheekbones and vivid lilac coloured eyes. Her lank hair grew luxuriant and curly, cascading down her back and darkening to a shimmering jet black.

I looked at the finished effect somewhat shocked. Jordan now stood a couple of inches over six foot and though undoubtedly feminine, her new form was magnificently athletic. Her limbs were smoothly toned and muscled. My mistress looked like an amazonian goddess.

She looked down at her body in awe, running her hands over the finely muscled physique. Jordan cupped her magnificently ripe and firm breasts and her nipples noticably swelled to erection. Next she touched her face, running her fingertips over the flawless beauty. Her hands dropped and she shamelessly touched herself, making me blush as her fingers delved between her legs. Her pussy was smoothly bald, with a dark labia. I watched as she explored the soft folds and gasped as she drew back her clitoral hood to expose the massive clitoris. As long and thick as my thumb, the dark red clit hardened at her touch and stood stiffly out. Jordan stroked her engorged flesh and gasped joyfully at the sensation.

"Oh god, that feels good." Jordan whispered.

My mistress turned her gaze to me and smiled as she she looked me up and down critically. I felt a tremor of nerves as I realised she was about to change me too.

"I wish you to appear as I am imagining" Jordan said inevitably.

I closed my eyes and felt a tingle run through my body. I waited a second and opened my eyes to inspect myself. My skin had changed to a rich coffee brown. My torso was nude, but my arms and legs were clad in gossamer thin gauze sleeves. Pointy toed silk slippers were on my feet. The clothing resembled those of an Arabian fantasy. I felt my hair and found that it was long and straight, I could feel the swish of my hair grazing the tops of my bare buttocks. I pulled a handful over my shoulder to see it. My hair was still red, but now a dark glossy shade of henna. I looked down and saw my breasts had shrunk, but firmed up into perfect little B cups with black nipples and areola. A strip of fluffy henna coloured pubes covered my mons.

I looked up at Jordan and realised I had shrunk in height. My head was now level with Jordan's magnificent chest and I felt tiny compared to my mistress.

"There, now you look like a proper genie." Jordan said. "Just like a pretty little arabian houri."