by 800ibGorrila
Chapter 5: The Heart Remembers
The water streamed across George and Dawn's entwined bodies. It traced the lines of George's lean muscles and caressed Dawn's impossible curves. They kissed and embraced and joined over and over, enjoying a closeness that neither had felt in their short time together. George cleaned her first, starting with her golden brown hair, which looked and smelled just as intoxicating wet. He lathered up his hands and slowly ran them over her lithe and curvaceous form, like he was a sculptor rubbing out the rough edges, as if she had any. Her smooth back, her pert breasts, her taut stomach, her luscious ass, her bountiful hips, long thighs and calves, in between her cute little toes, the folds of her sex, nothing was forgotten in his mission to worship his goddess made flesh.
Dawn returned in kind, her lips led the way for her lathered hands as she kissed her way up his powerful legs, washboard abs, tight butt, broad chest, and his lips that trembled every time they kissed. Her soapy hands didn't forget his member, and expertly stroked him until she could no longer wait to have him inside her. George lifted her up even more easily than he had before, and took her against the slick marble wall. It was a long blissful build filled with Dawn's sweet words of encouragement, followed by her cries of joy and ecstasy. For George, all sense of self and time had ceased. His body hadn't grown tired, his mind wasn't elsewhere, and his soul was no longer pacing the sidelines in wistful envy. His only thoughts were of her, and of them. The only time he spoke was to wish for more streams of hot water to flow over them like a waterfall from all directions. The steamy cascade cleansed, soothed, and rejuvenated them, as they lost themselves in the pleasures of the other.
While George had only dared to hope that Dawn would even be there that morning, he could never have imagined Sunday being any more spectacular than Saturday. But this day was already shaping up to be even better than the last. He had woken up to a stunning display of affection and flesh, she had given him the body he had always wanted, and then they had melted into each other through the hot steamy air. George was counting his blessings as often as he could. He wasn't going to mess this up, he swore.
By the time they finished toweling each other off from their soaking wet romp, (which threatened to start another) and headed back to George's room to get ready for Dawn's first venture into the outside world, it was already noon. George stopped short at the doorway when he noticed just how ridiculously messy his room was.
He entered by stepping over an old skateboard, a holdover from his days of trying to be cool, and began picking up piles of clothes and shoving them in his closet while simultaneously trying to hold his towel shut. Dawn entered behind him and helped by picking up his various action figures and collectibles and stashing them artistically around the room. She was careful to hold her towel close to her while she worked, but her repeated bending over was giving George the most delightful show of her toned legs and towel wrapped cleavage. She didn't seem to be trying to turn him on, it was just how she was, unconsciously sexy.
After it was clear that his closet was filled beyond what it was designed for, George was forced to reevaluate his plan of keeping everything out of sight. He needed a system, a seating chart for all his junk, something that would help him stay organized. But he didn't really feel like figuring all that out at the moment. Maybe this was a good time to use a wish. He had done it before, why not again? But why had the room returned to its hurricane like state after his wish?
"Hey Dawn, how come my wish for the room to fit the mood better wasn't permanent?"
"Because you wished it to fit the mood and that mood was not permanent. Once the mood changed, the room went back to its original state."
"Okay then, I wish the room to change back to when it fit our mood perfectly."
Tingle. She pouted, "Sorry George, that wish is not sexual enough."
"Huh? Didn't you already grant that wish before?"
"No George, forgive me, at the time there was a very romantically charged mood in the air. Your wish for it to fit the mood was to facilitate us having sex, and so was quite sexual enough for the wish to go forward. However, your current desires are not related to sex, only the sense that the room is dirty and you want it cleaned."
"Okay, then how do I word the wish so that it is sexual enough?
"Sorry George, I cannot help you with the formation of your wishes, as much as I would like too," she said apologetically.
George thought hard about how he could keep his room from looking like he was a shut-in. He had never cared up until he met Dawn, as there had never been a reason to. His mother was the only other person besides himself that ever dared venture into his room. But thanks to his new desire to take better care of himself and Dawn, he figured it was time to start living like normal human beings did, and not a rabid animal waiting for his cage to be cleaned. But he wasn't really sure how he wanted the room to look. Start small, he thought.
“Okay, how about this Dawn, I wish my clothes to be clean and pressed, to make me look as good to other women as possible. And that they smell fresh, with just a hint of whatever turns on the woman who smells it.”
Tingle, flash. “Done,” said Dawn happily. The clothes he had tried to pile up in his closet had been folded and arranged into small stacks. The room began to smell better immediately.
“Hey, not bad,” he nodded smugly. Maybe this wishing thing wasn't so hard after all.
He turned his attention to the action figures scattered around his room that Dawn had begun to arrange so elegantly. “Could I wish for my collectibles to be arranged in a way that would give me an air of sophistication, rather than childishness?”
Tingle, “Yes, but you would have to add some sex in there somewhere.”
“Well, don't women prefer sophistication over childishness?”
“Some do, many do not. It depends on the woman.”
“Ah. Well, you're a woman, what do you prefer?”
“Whatever you like.”
“Oh shit, right,” remembered George, “what if I wanted them arranged in a way that would make the greatest percentage of woman more attracted to me?”
Tingle, “That... could work.”
“Okay, let's try that.”
Flash. Almost all of his toys were gone, with only a handful scattered around his desk in an interesting battle. A few had been converted to bookends. His video games were lined along the bottom of it, almost completely hidden from sight. All but the most rare of his comics had disappeared. Those that were left had been framed and hung tastefully around the room. George was a bit surprised, he had expected that everything would have a place somewhere in his room.
“As it turns out, most women don't prefer to see dork doodads all over the place, huh?”
Dawn shrugged, “Sorry George, if it were just me, I would let you place them wherever you pleased. I quite like them.” She picked up a robotic looking figurine and made a gesture like she was shooting at him.
“I know, you're one of the good ones.” He looked around, expecting his things to be piled up in a corner somewhere, but they were nowhere in sight. “So where is the rest of my childhood?”
“The rest of your collectibles are in your closet. The comics are wrapped in plastic with cardboard backings, and the action figures have been secured in bubble wrap inside a large plastic box.”
“Nice, how did you know to do all that?”
“From you. I was unaware that people took such care of their toys.”
“Well, you wouldn't know it from the way I took care of them. But I'm only a casual collector, I'm not hardcore about it like some people.”
He turned his attention to the bed. “This should be easy,” he thought. He clapped his hands together in resolve. He was starting to get into the spirit of wishing.
“Okay, I wish the bed to be big, comfortable, and sexy lookin, so that it's worthy of facilitating sex with THE hottest babe, I've ever laid eyes on!”
Tingle, flash. “And who might that be?” Dawn giggled as she caressed the closest post of the new bed. It was a four-post once again, made of dark wood, with exquisite carvings running along the posts and frame, not unlike the ivory carving on the tar from which Dawn had sprung two nights before. Covering the soft looking mattress was a set of beautiful white sheets, with patterns resembling smoke. There were far more pillows than George would ever use thrust up against the head of the bed, but he imagined Dawn would find a use for them. The bed reached all the way to the ceiling where the fan had been removed, and large diaphanous curtains swooped down along the sides to provide some semblance of privacy for the action that would surely be taking place soon. It dominated the majority of his room though, and while it did fit, moving around would require crawling over the bed to get to anything.
“You like?” hinted Dawn, as she crawled onto the bed to give him a fantastic view of her body, her blue eyes sparkling up at him.
“Almost. It's just a bit large.” George ran his hand along his chin as he tried to figure out a way to keep the bed as it was, but there just wasn't enough space in his small bedroom. “Man, I wish the room was big enough to be a killer sex pad, but there just isn't enough space."
Tingle, flash. The room suddenly became much larger, easily the size of his mother's master bedroom. The enormous bed fit snuggly against one wall.
George's mouth hit the floor as he surveyed the changes wrought by his unintentional wish. Along with his towel, which he had forgotten to hold closed.
Dawn giggled again, “Man, I wish my Master was naked!”
George realized his sudden nudity and took great effort to suppress the urge to cover up. Instead, he leaped onto the bed on top of Dawn and began tickling her everywhere.
“N-No no, stop!” She squealed, though she made no attempt to stand in his way. George let up for just a moment to grab a pillow, and Dawn quickly scrambled to do the same. Soon they were across from each other on the bed, with pillows poised to strike.
For some reason, George felt unwilling to strike her. Even with a pillow and for fun, hitting her didn't feel right. He dropped his pillow slowly like a gunslinger in surrender. Dawn eyed it closely, and once his hands were off of it, she smacked him good upside his head, then tackled him in a barrage of pillow and towel and breasts. George could only laugh at the betrayal, and let Dawn have her way with him. She quickly lost interest in pummeling him however, and shifted her focus towards tickling him, and finally kissing him.
She straddled him, pinned his wrists to the bed, and bounced triumphantly. “I win!” she beamed.
George took the opportunity to ogle her unbelievable body, and the view of her cleavage created by her bent position over top of him. “Are you sure? he mused. He pushed her forward with his knee, and craned up with his neck to reach the edge of her towel with his teeth. He yanked it down, prompting a squeal from Dawn, who let go of his wrists to cover herself.
“Hey! No fair! You have fewer parts to worry about!”
“Call it a draw?”
She eyed him suspiciously, “For now. We will continue this later, buster.” She rolled off of him and fixed her towel.
George looked around the room some more. He noticed that with it's new size, the room looked rather stark. “Hey Dawn, what else could we do to this place?”
“Well, if it were my room, I would want to make it a bit more cozy. Maybe add some candles, a larger window with some nice curtains, and there a few other adjustments I would make here and there.”
“That sounds really nice actually. Would you say that having those things in here would get you more in the mood to do it?”
“Nope, I already want to 'do it' all the time. Some smelly candles and more natural light are not going to get me anymore willing. “
“Would it make other girls more willing?”
“-Some.”
“I wish the room to fit your's, and those other girls you mentioned, general idea of a love-nest so that if I ever do bring one home, they'll feel that much more ready to make hot, passionate, sticky love with me.”
Tingle, and flash. The room transformed once more. It was still large enough to fit his new bed, but his bookcase, desk, dresser, and end tables were now made of the beautiful dark wood furniture to match. There was also a new large wooden trunk at the foot of his bed. He noticed that the knobby waist-high bookcase that had been hidden in his closet was now sitting underneath the window, which had nearly doubled in width and had been framed by long curtains to match those on the bed. George was impressed.
“Now this, I could get used to,” he said as he walked around the room without having to step over a pile of clothes, a feat that impressed him all on its own.
“You like?” asked Dawn from her perch at the foot of the bed.
“Hell yeah I do! You got good taste babe.” He picked up his towel and wrapped it around himself once more. Looking around some more, he found a chromed pole extending from floor to ceiling near the center of the room. “What's this thing for?”
Dawn didn't answer. Instead, she leaped from the bed and swung her body around the pole. She pulled off a few athletic and sexy moves before landing next to it. She rubbed her whole body up and down like it was a giant phallus and smiled seductively at George.
"Okay, that answers that question." George turned towards his new room and frowned.
"Is something wrong George? Is it not what you wished for?"
"Well... yes. It's great Dawn, really. I was just thinking about how I am going to explain this to my mom." He looked down at his new body, "All of this."
Dawn continued to playfully spin around the pole, like she was born on one, "If you prefer George, you do not have to explain anything."
"What do you mean?"
"When it comes to protecting our safety and our anonymity, my powers are no longer restrained. I can make it so that nobody will think it odd that you look different than before. Or if you prefer, I can make people believe you have always looked this way. As for you room, I can keep it looking this way when it is just you and me, but when anyone else comes in, it will look as it did before. Well, maybe not exactly like it did before."
"So not even my mom will notice the changes?"
"Correct, unless you want her too."
"What about the outside of the house? Won't she be a little curious to know why the second floor is suddenly larger than the first?"
"The house will look no different from outside, even in its current state."
"Nice!"
She giggled, "In order for me to properly blend into my environment and avoid suspicion from your wishes, Genie servants are allowed to do almost anything. This was put into place long ago, to allow Masters to live their lives without fear of drawing unwelcome attention from those who would seek to disrupt our arrangement."
George had been watching her dance on the pole in a half-daze, wondering how her towel was staying on despite her movements, but his attention snapped back to their conversation at the mention of reprisals. "Disrupt our arrangement? Who would want to do that?" he asked.
"In my time there were all sorts of people who would murder entire nations to get their hands on a Genie servant. Not to mention, plenty of magical beings who would seek to use us for their own ends, or even attempt to steal me from you outright. If I am to be your ideal companion, then I must not attract attention from those who would do us, or the people you love, harm."
"You mean, there are other magical beings out there, besides Genies?"
Dawn pulled herself onto the pole and hung upside down for a second, "In my time, yes, but now I am not so sure. Magic of all kinds was a much more accepted notion than it is today. This could mean one of two things: either they have gone so far underground that their existence has faded into legend, or they have disappeared entirely."
George's mind raced with the possibilities. Dragons, and demons, and witches?! Could they all really exist out there somewhere? "Can you, like, detect them somehow?"
"No George, I am sorry," she said simply as she enveloped the pole between her towel encased globes. It had somehow morphed into strapless towel dress he had seen a woman wear on the beach once. "I could only do so if one of them intended you harm. At the moment we are quite safe. However, if I come across any, I would be able to detect that someone was hiding something magical, though I might not be able to determine how right away. If you like, I will keep you informed of anything odd, just in case."
"Um... okay," he said dumbly. He wasn't sure what he would do if they encountered a magical being in any case. She continued to dance despite the more serious nature of the conversation. George was becoming increasingly distracted as he watch her long graceful legs twist around the pole. She had never mentioned she could dance too.
He shook his head sharply in an effort to snap himself back into reality. "Hey, stop that! I'm trying to get us out the door!" he said in mock agitation.
She stopped and giggled. "Aww, are you sure you do not want to take advantage of some of the opportunities your new room offers?"
He approached her and kissed her gently on her full lips. "You have no idea how good that sounds to me. But I can't wish for food right?"
Tingle. "Not unless it is for a sexual purpose, or for your protection."
"Well, I can't figure out a way to use instant pudding for protection. As for the sexual... we'll get back to that," he grinned.
George started going through his clothes looking for something, anything, that would fit him. None of his clothes had shrunk with him and he was becoming a bit worried that he would have to send Dawn out alone in order to get him a change of clothes. After throwing a few sets of now ridiculously over-sized board shorts on the floor, Dawn suggested that he go in the buff. But he laughed her off.
"George, if I may, I noticed from the pictures that you are similar in size to your father. Perhaps there are still some of his clothes around that would fit you."
"Um... yeah... yeah, you're probably right. I'll go look." He marched off to his mother's closet.
Sure enough, in the back and wrapped in plastic, was a row of his father's old clothes. As George looked through them he found himself bombarded by memories. They came flooding into his mind in a wash of bittersweet associations. He could remember the time his father wore that t-shirt during one of his ball games, or the night he wore that tie as he walked through the front door and kissed George's mother like his life depended on it.
Eventually, he settled on a pair of black trousers made of some very thin material, and a white buttoned-up shirt. He could roll the sleeves up and leave it untucked. It would be passable in the heat until he could get some new clothes. Unfortunately, he would have to go without underwear, which wasn't something he was accustomed to doing. He looked at himself in a mirror and he realized that Dawn had been right. He did look amazingly like his father. His hair was slightly longer, and quite a bit more shaggy. He had inherited his mother's slightly narrower jawline and her large sensitive eyes. But the resemblance was still uncanny.
The one thing George felt he was missing was the calm confidence his Father always exuded. It wasn't the overbearing cockiness that some men put out, merely the self-assurance of a man who knew who he was and had nothing to prove. That confidence was something George had always tried to emulate, but after his Father's death he retreated further and further into his own little world and lost whatever budding self-assurance he might have had.
When he arrived back in his room, he was treated to the amazing sight of Dawn trying to decide what to wear. She switched magically between one ensemble to the next so quickly that George had trouble telling them apart. When Dawn noticed he was watching her she slowed down, and took the time to pose sexily for him so that he could give her the yay or nay.
After flipping between what seemed like dozens of outfits, some of which were more like costumes or lingerie, they settled on a tight sky blue tank top with a lacy white one underneath, and pair of very small and clingy cargo shorts that hugged her amazing ass in a firm grip. Her hair fell in a thick single braid down to the middle of her back with a light blue bow at the end. Her cute belly-button was left exposed. She had to pout heavily to leave the bra behind, but George allowed it as long as there wasn't too much cleavage. The result left her breasts swaying and jiggling freely with every bouncy step, so much so that George wondered what was sexier, her cleavage, or the promise of what lay beneath.
Before leaving, Dawn produced a purse to match her outfit and placed one of her books inside it. George didn't see which one, but was pleased that Dawn was already doing things on her own. He wasn't sure what she was capable of outside their magical bond but he was certain that he wanted her to have as much freedom as her nature would allow.
Dawn stepped into the hot muggy midday sun and stopped to absorb the sensations. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and savored it like she was on a cooking show. George watched as she slipped her sandals off and leaped barefoot into the grass of the front lawn and spun around. He imagined what it must be like for her, to feel the breeze, the sun, and the grass for the first time. She was so excited at the wealth of new experiences that she could barely contain herself and they hadn't even left the yard yet.
"How long have you wanted to do that babe?" he asked half laughing.
She stopped her spinning and stumbled just a bit as she caught her balance, "Since yesterday morning. I debated going outside while you slept, but I wanted you to be here for it."
"I'm glad you waited,” he said softly. Her child-like delight in the simplest things made him look at the world around him in a whole new light. ”It's like you were born yesterday."
"I feel like I've been born everyday," she said as she flashed him her dazzling smile.
They climbed into George's car, an old four-door sedan with the bumper falling off, and headed out into the world. Dawn was a blur of activity as she examined the entire contents of the car, including everything in the glove compartment, the center console, underneath her seat, and whatever she could find in the back seat, before turning her attention to the various buildings they passed as well as the other cars.
They passed a mini-mall with a large two-story shop on the end that looked awfully bizarre even to George, who had driven by it numerous times.
Dawn asked, "George, what is that place?"
"I'm not sure, I've never been in there. I guess they sell kinda obscure stuff, like antiques and old books and whatnot."
She bounced in her seat, "Wow, can we go there sometime George?"
George looked at her oddly. "Why would you want to go there?"
She shrugged, "Why would you not? It is not far from your home. Why not explore?"
George was struck by the simplicity of her argument. Why hadn't he visited the strange shop? "I guess there wasn't anything in there I really needed."
"People rarely need such oddities, even in my time. I suppose I do not really need to go, but I have never seen such a place and I think it would be fun."
Dawn looked at him imploringly, he looked back with a raised eyebrow. Finally, she folded her fingers together and pleaded cutely, "Pulleeeeeeeeeees..."
"Okay, okay!" He said laughing at her comical expression. "On our way back we'll go look at some weird stuff."
"Yay!" she squealed.
She bounced up and down in her seat excitedly while her breasts jiggled underneath her shirts. George was mesmerized by the sight until he heard a car honk at him as he started drifting into another lane. He quickly righted the car.
"S-sorry bout that," said George embarrassed.
Dawn smirked and said, "George, were you staring at my boobs?"
George blushed, "Maybe, a little."
She leaned over to him and nuzzled his neck while she caressed his broad chest.
"W-what are you doing, Dawn?"
"Punishing you for staring when you should be touching," she whispered. She slid her hand down to his thigh while she licked his ear. George's cock sprang to attention and strained the thin material of his slacks.
George struggled to keep both hands on the wheel and his concentration on the road, but her proximity to his throbbing hard on was pulling his attention south. Her mouth on his ear and neck was driving him wild.
Once they were stopped at a busy intersection, George let himself enjoy her assault. Then, just as he thought she was about to reach for his member, she instead pointed to the car in front of them.
"Hey George, check out that license plate."
"Huh?" said George as he snapped back to reality. Directly in front of them was a jeep filled with several girls in bathing suits, obviously on their way to the beach. The plate read: U WISH.
It took him a second to understand what it meant beyond its initial wording. Dawn's hands had moved away from his crotch and wrapped around his neck. She giggled and kissed his temple before moving back to her seat.
George playfully pushed her. "You little punk," he said as he tickled her with one hand. She laughed and pleaded for relief, but she made no attempt at stopping him. "I am so getting back at you for that one."
"Promises, promises," mused Dawn.
"Did you actually change the license plate?"
She playfully gasped, "How dare you assume that I would use my powers in such a frivolous manner. A coincidence, I assure you."
"Yeah right," said George. "Okay, seriously, we need to find a way to explain you to my mom. Any ideas?"
"Could we not just say that I am your new girlfriend?" Dawn's attention seemed to have reverted back to the outside world as they drove on, but toned down her enthusiasm for a moment, sensing that George wanted to have a serious conversation.
"We could. Actually, we will, but I was thinking more in terms of the fact that you have no home, no family, no friends, no job. I mean, if anyone asks how we met, how will we answer?"
"Hmm, well I can come up with most of my background on my own, as part of my power to blend in with my environment. I can't create people though, so my explanation will have to include my lack of family and friends. As for a job, well, I don't have one of those..."
"What about a driver's license and a birth certificate and all that?"
"I can provide myself with those as well, however, I will need a surname in order to form a complete picture."
"Hmm," thought George. "You can't come up with one of those on your own?"
"No, sorry George, that responsibility lies with you."
George thought hard as he ran through a number of names in his head. "We could always go with a normal sounding name like Smith or Anderson, or Johnsen. Like any of those?"
Dawn looked less than thrilled about them. "I will like any name you pick for me George, as long as you like it."
"No, no. It has to be something we both like. It's not everyday you get to pick your own name you know. Are there any names that you like?"
"Well, I haven't heard that many yet. I did like the name you gave me in the fantasy yesterday."
"What, Honeywell?" he laughed. "Babe, you aren't a Bond girl. Well, not yet anyway."
Tingle. "Oh my," she giggled. "Well, at least it is not Pussy Galore. But you are right, we should find something less... suggestive."
George tried hard to think of a name that would be interesting but not contrived, but nothing grabbed him as perfect. He conceded defeat as he pulled into the parking lot of the supermarket. He would have to think of one soon though. His mother was coming home on Monday.
“George, I like your name. Could I not be Dawn Everhart?” she smiled widely.
"We'd have to get married first, and you would have to put up with people calling you smellyfart," laughed George
"Okay," she shrugged, and climbed out of the car.
George lingered for a moment as the meaning of what she had said sunk in. Marriage? Under normal circumstances he would have thought she was trying to make fun of him. But when it came to Dawn, he had a feeling she was completely serious.
He got out of the car slowly. Dawn met him at his door, and as the two strode towards the entrance she reached for his hand. George took it without hesitation. Though it was small, its gentle pressure made him feel confidant and strong. He walked very tall.
The cool rush of the air conditioning hit George pleasantly as he passed through the supermarket's sliding doors. He entered first, pushing the cart, with Dawn close behind. She was so enthralled by the mechanized doors however, that she just had to go back through them again.
On her sixth go, the doors remained shut, and Dawn almost smacked into them. After asking nicely they opened again, and she joined George. She cast a wary glance back at the doors.
George enjoyed the show immensely, as did several passersby. Dawn blushed in mild embarrassment.
Being a Sunday, the supermarket was packed with people hunting for the week's groceries. The two found it difficult to maneuver through the traffic of frantic mothers with bored children, the half dressed teenage girls, and the agonizingly slow old ladies who used their carts as walkers. It was rare that he found a semi-private moment to chat with Dawn about their situation. This was exacerbated by the fact that people seemed to be paying more attention to them than normal. He rationalized it as Dawn's beauty getting the better of them.
For her part, Dawn's childlike exuberance was in full force. As they entered the fruits and veggies section she stopped to examine every piece of produce in the bins: picking them up and squeezing them, enjoying the different textures and shapes. She loved the earthy smells mixed with the cool air of the store. She was as vibrant as the cornucopia of colors on display. George found himself bewitched as she twirled around the cases of food, her bright smile and obvious joy ensured that George would never consider a trip through the produce aisle a chore ever again.
There were other men enchanted with her as well. He suddenly felt inadequate as several of them tried to move casually in her direction, resembling nothing other than sharks circling a particularly tasty bit of prey. But when they started to move in, Dawn would cuddle up to George and touch him affectionately as she showed him her latest discovery. Even George could see what she was doing. She was making it known that she belonged to him. George responded by resting his hands on her hips and stomach. He even dared to sneak a kiss in full view of several onlookers. She dropped the potato she had been admiring and kissed him back. When it was over, George couldn't help but notice the men around them looking deflated and more than a bit disappointed. With the gaggle of testosterone finally giving up, he felt like it was safe to talk to Dawn about more pressing topics.
"So, how did we meet?" asked George.
Dawn had gone back to her gleeful examinations of all the food, she was now on to peppers. "Well, you said you found my vessel at your work. I suppose that was when I first came into contact with you. Could we have met there?"
"Hmm, that's not bad. Only thing is, I work at a college's pool facility. The only way we could meet there is if you were a student or a faculty member."
"And that still leaves us with how I got there in the first place. Hmm..." thought Dawn. "Maybe we could start from the beginning and work our way to the present. That would help my life develop more organically."
"Sounds pretty smart to me."
Dawn blushed, "Thank you George. And thank you for liking smart girls, that wasn't something most men would have encouraged in my time."
"Believe me, it isn't something a lot of men care about in this time either."
The cart was quickly filling up with the bullet points of George's grocery list. With enough people out of earshot, George continued.
"So where would you like to be born? I would think somewhere in the U.S. would be the easiest."
"I was thinking that too," said Dawn as she sneaked a grape off of a bushel and quickly popped it in her mouth, her eyes closing in rapture as she bit into the sweet fruit . "Somewhere far from here would be best."
"Doesn't get much farther than the southwest. How about..." George went through all the states he could remember. Then he hit upon a city that seemed so perfect, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "I've got it babe, Phoenix, Arizona."
She lit up, "This is fun! Hey, I've got a whole theme going now, huh? George, am I your symbol of rebirth?"
George grinned. "So we have a place, now what?"
"We'll need a reason why I have no family. The easiest to explain would be that I was abandoned and raised in an orphanage."
"That should work. Though a little sad. But then why are you here, and not still in Arizona?"
The two quieted as an old woman passed by them. When she was far enough away, Dawn answered. "In keeping with our theme of making things easy, perhaps I was bored with the desert and wanted a change of scenery."
"Thats good. How about that, and you are trying to find a good college program to get into."
"Hey! I like that! Could I have had really good grades in high school?" she bounced up and down some more, which drew some more attention from the various looky-loos.
Even though George was trying to stay inconspicuous, he couldn't help but be swept up in her excitement. He smiled brightly, "Hell, make it a perfect G.P.A. That will make it easier for us to find you a good school. Hey! Why not make that the reason you were at my work; you were checking out the school and felt like using the pool."
She clapped her hands together excitedly, "And you being the great guy that you are, let me have a quick dip!" She playfully flung herself at George in an enchanted pose and batted her eyes at him. "And the rest is history," she said in a dreamy voice.
George hugged her and kissed the top of her head, "Sounds good to me. What else are we missing?"
"That's all the important details I can think of for now. I can create the rest on my own. Unless you have anymore suggestions?"
"No, I think that covers the most important parts. We can always flesh it out later if we need to. Let me know if you need any more help."
"Thank you, George," she sang happily.
With all the fruits and vegetables crossed off his list, George pushed the cart over to the deli section and grabbed a number. There was a considerable line, so the two had time to talk.
"So George, I know much about you thanks to, umm..." she looked around to make sure nobody was listening and then continued in a quiet voice, "thanks to what I know about me. But I would like to know more."
"Like what?"
"Just some background details. Like, where are you from? When were you born? What were you like as a child? What is your family like? Things like that."
"Okay, those are fair questions. Typically those are the kind of things that are found out on the first date." George stood up straight in a sudden realization, "Hey, are we having our first date?"
Dawn giggled. "Do you have sex with all your girlfriends before the first date?"
A woman in front of them turned to be in a better listening position. George was slightly embarrassed and answered in a conspiratorial whisper, "Only the really hot ones."
Dawn hid her laughter behind her delicate hand and whispered back, "How about after?"
"How about during?"
Dawn smiled wickedly at him, "If Master wishes it." She pressed herself against him and reached down to caress his cock through his trousers. He had been nursing a semi-hard on since her teasing in the car. Now, her touch drew him to his full length easily and it strained the flimsy material.
"Hey, hey, hey!" he whispered. "I'm not wearing any underwear here. You are going to get me in trouble."
She looked up at him with a wounded puppy dog expression, "You mean, Master does not desire his lover's attentions?"
"I-I do, but, not here," he stammered.
Dawn immediately took her hands away from Georges turgid shaft. The bulge in his pants was almost comical. "Very well George. But please do not keep me waiting too long. It has been exactly 1 hour, 47 minutes, and 4 seconds since you last made me realize how lucky I am to be your Genie."
George's erection ached for attention. It was unlike any need he had ever encountered. He realized that since her emergence his libido had been indulged to the utmost, and he was already becoming addicted to her touch. The fact that she was still pressed against him and gazing at him hungrily was not helping.
"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?"
She reached around and pinched his behind. George jumped in response. "Not even a little bit," said Dawn with a gleam in her eye.
Finally, it was their turn to order. The man behind the counter took one look at Dawn and offered free samples of all the items George ordered. She accepted them gracefully and moaned appreciatively as she tasted the cuts of meat he offered. Though George only ordered a pound of each item, the packages felt a bit heavier than that.
They continued down the aisles of the store. Again, they found it difficult to talk openly without being overheard. Dawn engaged every person they passed, either by making a quick joke or sexy taunt. George couldn't help but feel a bit proud at the reactions Dawn was getting from others. Though Dawn seemed to be a shameless flirt and loved to ham it up for the crowd, she never looked at anyone the way she looked at George. Her flirtations, while somewhat over the top, were always directed in a way to excite him. The fact that others found her attractive didn't make him feel jealous at all. It only seemed to make him want her more.
Eventually, George gave up trying to be discreet. They talked freely as they moseyed down the cereal aisle. “I was born on February 14th. I'm nineteen years old. My mom's name is Jessica, my dad's name was Henry. I have two half-sisters, Hayley is 11 and Corina is 5. I was born here, and up until yesterday, was certain that I would die here.”
“Why is that?” Dawn frowned.
“It's the nature of the place. It's comfortable. It's close to a few major cities that let you get your fill of the busy life, but it's far enough away from them that you can just not worry about it if you don't want too. Not too much crime, it's got a beach, it's temperate, it's just... easy.”
“But now you do not think you will end up here?”
“Nah, it's a cool place, but I've always wanted to get out there and see something different. Ya know, see the world. I just never felt motivated enough to actually do it. Having you with me has kind of changed my whole outlook on things.”
Dawn brightened, “You mean it? I have really done all that for you?”
George nodded.
She blushed, but couldn't hold back her glorious smile. “That is nicest thing you could have said to me.” She walked with George silently for a few moments, her interest in the rest of the store suspended while she savored her thoughts.
Finally, she floated back to reality and added, “So, where should we go?”
“I haven't thought that far ahead yet. But I guess it really doesn't matter. As long as I'm with you, I think It would be the most fun I've ever had. Just going to the supermarket with you today is more fun then I have ever had in my entire life.”
Dawn placed her delicate hand on George's much larger one as they walked, and gazed up at him with her adoring eyes. “I am having fun with you too,” she said.
George's felt like someone was tap-dancing in the pit of his stomach. While he no longer doubted that she loved him, it still made his head spin to hear her express her affection towards him so freely. He gazed back into her vibrant loving eyes, savoring the moment as he guided the cart.
However, neither was watching where they were going. George steered the cart directly into a display of fruit snacks and toppled the whole thing over. George cringed as he listened to the thud of the display as it hit the floor. Dawn broke down into hysterics, and George joined her, even though he felt incredibly dumb. He thought to himself, as the two did their best to clean-up and repair the display, that if this had happened a few days ago he would have been mortified. Now he just giggled along with Dawn as they tried to clean up the mess.
After grabbing a box of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs for his sisters and box of Complete for his mom, George let Dawn pick a box of cereal for her own. Actually, Dawn just threw in a box of Genie Crispies with new magic lamp marshmallows. He knew they would be gross, but he wasn't about to stop her.
George went through his list to find out what he needed next, when he realized he had forgotten to grab some bananas.
“I will go get them George,” offered Dawn enthusiastically. Without waiting for his answer, Dawn skipped down the aisle back towards the fruits. When she rounded the corner and disappeared George couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. He stood in the middle of the aisle feeling uncomfortable without Dawn's cheerful banter to fill in the empty spaces.
He was passing the time by examining other brands of cereal when he heard his name being called from the end of the aisle.
“Is that you George?”
George turned around, a box of Fruity-Os in his hand, and sank at what he saw. Tammy Breckers was pushing her cart towards him. She had been one of his worst tormentors in high school. Not that she played overt pranks on him like her boyfriend Brad was known for, but George always noticed a perverse pleasure in her face whenever she had the chance to add insult to injury. He waved hello, unable to speak.
“Wow George, you look so... different! Have you been working out or something?” She grabbed for his bicep and George instinctively flexed as he made to move his arm out her reach.
“Um, yeah, I guess...”
“I thought so! I remember you being so... heavy back in high school. Who would have thought you'd become such a hunk!” She was eying him like he was a centerfold in a magazine.
They stood in silence for a few uncomfortable seconds before Tammy finally asked, “So, George, how have you been?”
George was a bit bewildered. She had never even given him the time of day, let alone showed any concern over how he was doing.
“Um, fine, I guess. How have you been?”
It was an odd question, and he felt stupid for asking it. He had never known how she was before, and though she was a beautiful girl, he didn't really care either.
Tammy's eyes went wide and she began excitedly, “Oh I've been great! Me and Brad got married! You probably knew that, practically everyone in town was there.”
George had no idea the two had married. It wasn't exactly surprising as they had been together since they were old enough to date, but George traveled in no one's circle, and gossip like that rarely reached his ears.
“And just a few months ago, we had little Brandon!”
“W-wow. That... that's great!”
George was surprised by this. Tammy didn't look like she had a child at all. Her body still looked toned and wonderful in her tight bicycle shorts and sports bra. When he looked a bit closer though, he noticed that her breasts looked slightly heavier and her eyes looked a bit sleep deprived.
“Isn't it though! He's so handsome, just like his daddy. He and Brad are here today, they are off grabbing a box of strawberries...” she continued on about the great job Brad had landed managing part of his father's construction company and how happy and wonderful everything was at home. But she was looking at George hungrily. George was missing Dawn even more.
Finally, the conversation steered towards George. “So, how are things for you? I heard you dropped out of community college. Ya know, you could probably get a job working for Brad. He needs a few guys for his crew and I don't think he is being very picky right now. He even hired some guy from Nicaragua or Paraguay or... oh fuck it, they are all Mexicans to me. Anyway, he doesn't even speak English so you could probably get a job. You are so big after all, Brad needs big strong men.”
The look in her eye seemed to finish her sentence with, “And so do I,” but she kept quiet on that front.
“So are you still living at home?”
“Um, well, yeah. I mean, for now...” he looked behind him, hoping desperately that Dawn would be bounding back in his direction.
“That's nice. My daddy got us a nice house close to the bay. It isn't the ocean, but what are you gonna do right? Anyway, Brad is rarely home, so I've been making it really nice. I've got some hardwood floors coming in next week...”
George nodded politely as she rambled on and on about the importance of matching towels in all the bathrooms, or how the proper shade of paint will increase a baby's brainpower.
“Wow George, isn't it crazy running into each other like this? I had heard you were a bit of a hermit. So, you got a girlfriend?”
“Yeah, well, you see, I met this girl at work. She's the most incredible woman I've ever met.”
“Uh huh...” she wasn't listening. Her eyes never even tried to look at his face. Instead, they seemed locked on his cock, still hard from Dawn's constant flirtations.
Tammy moved closer to him and rubbed her hands over George's broad chest. “Do you think she will mind if I borrow you for a while?”
Her touch was so different from Dawn's: very rough and appraising, like he was a piece of livestock she was thinking of buying. He recoiled slightly at her unwelcome advance.
“Oh, don't be like that Georgie. We're both adults here,” she moved her hands swiftly to his cock and rubbed it hard a couple of times before George pushed her away. The lust in her eyes only seemed to intensify.
“Um, look, Tammy, I'm flattered really, but what about Brad? I don't think...”
“Oh please, Brad is never home and I need some relief. I bet you could give me one hell of a workout. C'mon, I can see how hard you are. I know the effect I have on you.” She renewed her vigorous advances. She took George's hand and placed it roughly on her breast.
George did think she was very attractive. Her long blond hair and body built for cheer leading, among other things, had been the subject of many early fantasies. When he first saw her many years prior on their first day of high school he developed a crush on her that lasted until the end of junior year, when he realized what type of person she was. Her personality was a complete turn-off, but that didn't prevent him from having quite a few late night fantasies about her phenomenal body.
Then he remembered Dawn and instantly felt ashamed for what they were doing. He looked around nervously, thinking that either Dawn or someone else would see them, and Tammy would have to let up. But the aisle was strangely deserted and the people who passed by ignored it like it wasn't even there.
Tammy reached for his cock again, “C'mon Georgie, gimme that big dick. Fuck me like Brad never has.” She pulled his head down and kissed him forcefully.
George had a momentary lapse in control when he actually considered fucking her in the middle of the supermarket. But as Tammy's lips fought with his for dominance George remembered Dawn and longed for her purity and the giving nature of her kiss. He regained his composure just in time and pushed Tammy away, angry.
“Stop Tammy, that's enough,” whispered George, firmly.
Then, from behind Tammy trotted Dawn with a bunch of bananas. She hugged George and placed them gingerly in the cart. “Sorry I took so long George,” said Dawn, “Some pudgy guy with a baby was hitting on me. Oh, hello there.”
“Dawn, this is Tammy Breckers, we went to high school together. Tammy, this is my girlfriend Dawn.”
Tammy's face was classic and George secretly wished he had a camera. Her expression quickly went from annoyance at having been interrupted, to loathing when she realized how gorgeous Dawn was, and finally to something vaguely resembling politeness as Dawn offered her hand. She took it quickly, if only because she would have looked foolish if she hesitated.
“Oh wow! So nice to me you!” beamed Dawn.
“Um, you too,” said Tammy shortly. She looked Dawn up and down. Try as she might, she couldn't wipe the jealous look from her face. “You know, if you are looking for a place to get some nicer clothes, I can suggest a few good places. They might be a bit expensive for you though.”
“Could you!” bounced Dawn, “I just moved to town and I didn't bring much with me in the way of clothes. Although, that pleases George just fine. Doesn't it hotstuff?” She nudged his ribs playfully and gave him a knowing smile. Either she wasn't catching on to Tammy's cattiness, or she didn't care. Either way, George was enjoying the scene immensely.
“I should be going, Brad will be looking for me. See you later George.” Without waiting for a reply, she turned her cart around and rushed out of sight.
“Bye Tammy!” called Dawn.
Suddenly, Dawn turned and hugged George so fiercely he thought that he had been tackled by a cute brown-haired linebacker. He hugged her back, even though there were a few people walking down the aisle again.
“Aww babe, what was that for?”
“For being the strangest and most lovable Master I could ever have dreamed of.”
“I don't get it.”
“I was monitoring you, as part of my protection powers, when I saw Tammy approach you. She was attracted to you physically, though she was so pent up she would have had sex with you while her husband watched. You were just the outlet she was looking for. So I went ahead and gave her a bit more courage and made it so you two would not be disturbed.”
“That was you doing that? I thought it was a little odd. So, you aren't mad at me for kissing her?”
“Of course not! I am your Genie, part my purpose is to fulfill your every fantasy, and I recognized her from some of your kinkiest. But then you turned her down. You turned down a girl who you have been lusting after for years. Why?”
“She isn't you, that's why,” said George laughing, he wasn't quite sure if she was serious or not. “Having sex with her would have probably been fun, but you are so much more of a beautiful person than she is. I honestly would have regretted it after it was over. And I didn't feel like I had to go through that, because I have you. Does that make sense?”
She hugged him again, “No, but I appreciate it anyway.”
They walked on, checking off the items on their list as they went, when they caught sight of of Tammy and Brad in a checkout line. Brad looked like he had gained quite a few pounds; he seemed surly and miserable.
“I wonder what the deal is with those two. They always seemed so happy in high school.”
“Back then,” started Dawn, “they were enthralled with each other for no other reason than they were the two most popular and beautiful people in school. If they had been with anybody else, it would have been a step down in their eyes and their pride would not have allowed that. But I doubt either of them were really happy with that arrangement.”
“Huh, I guess so. Hey, wait a minute,” George said in sudden realization, “how do you know all that? You weren't there, you never even met her until today.”
“When it comes to sex, George, there are very few things I do not know. As soon as it was apparent that she was attracted to you, I was able to know everything I needed to know about her, sexually. I know what she has done, who she has done it with, what she wishes she could do, and what she will never do. I can detect sexually transmitted diseases, not that they matter for you, and with a wish, you could change most of that as long as it was sufficiently sexual.”
“Oh, so I could wish her personality was not so revolting, so that I could enjoy having sex with her?”
“Sure you could, though people who know her might notice the change, so I might have to modify other's memories of her to fit with her new less prickly demeanor. Or we could just make the change pertain to you, so that she would only be different when it came to you. Shall I make it so?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said George, “lets not get ahead of ourselves here. I was just wondering.”
She shrugged, “Very well.”
George watched Tammy and Brad for a few moments from behind a display. Neither seemed to be talking to one another. He noticed that Tammy would look at Brad hopefully from time to time, but Brad seemed disinterested.
“Sheesh, they look pitiful.”
“It is a little sad, isn't it.”
“But if they didn't really like each other anymore, why did they get married? I mean, they aren't in high school anymore. Would anyone really care?”
“She became pregnant towards the end of the school year and he married her out of obligation more than anything else. She was hoping that the birth of their son might make Brad a bit more affectionate towards her again, but he resents her for, as he sees it, ruining his future.”
“That's terrible.”
“Agreed.”
They continued on through the frozen food section. Dawn took particular interest in the desserts and pleaded desperately, albeit cutely, to try them all. His mother wasn't big on stocking sweets in the house, so there was no desserts on the list, but George allowed Dawn to pick out some ice cream anyway. She opened up the quart of cookie dough ice cream she chose and dipped her finger in for a morsel. She licked her finger in a way that was entirely obscene. George loved every second of it. He made a mental note to wish her some desserts later, though he had a feeling they would be too busy to eat many of them.
As amazing as the show was, among all her other flirtations, George couldn't stop thinking about Tammy and Brad, and how miserable they seemed.
“Hey Dawn, do you think Tammy and Brad love each other?”
Dawn stopped playing with the glass freezer door and the noises it made when it opened and closed, “I think, deep down, they do. Tammy doesn't really believe there is any other man for her. And Brad, despite his resentment, does love his son and wants to be in love with Tammy. But at the moment the two are so estranged that I do not believe the marriage will last much longer. They began too young I think.”
George thought hard. On one hand, he hated Brad for being such a jerk to him in high school, and Tammy for goading him on. He felt a certain justification for the way their lives were turning out. But, on the other, George had Dawn, and his life was looking up. He didn't really feel committed to continuing what amounted to a childhood grudge.
“Do you think, we could help them out, with a wish I mean?”
“Maybe, it would have to be a sexual wish of course, but I won't be able to accurately predict the results since I only know the details of their love life, not their everyday lives.”
“Are they even having sex anymore, Tammy seemed like she was a bit love starved.”
“No, Brad lost his attraction to her physically once she started showing, and he has been afraid of getting her pregnant again. She has been working out like crazy to be attractive to him, but Brad has let himself go a bit, so she is beginning to wonder what the point is. And the shallow nature of their relationship makes it difficult for them to talk about anything serious, so working through these issues would be next to impossible. They cheat on each other regularly though, and both know it.”
George thought hard for a sufficiently sexual wish that would help their relationship. He was having a great deal of difficulty until he thought about his relationship to Dawn. She was so happy to be his fantasy, maybe if the two of them could become each other's fantasies, then their bond would grow.
“How about this Dawn, could I wish that Tammy and Brad become each other's fantasy lover? Maybe compel them to fulfill each other's sexual needs. That each will become physically attracted to the other again, and take steps to stay that way? And can you make sure that they won't become pregnant unless they both really want to? And they will both realize that?”
Tingle. “Yes, so far that all sounds possible.”
“Good. Do think that will help them at all?”
She scrunched up her face in thought, “I cannot be completely sure, but at the very least, it should draw them closer together. Having a wonderful sex life can make the rest of the relationship easier to fix. But George, I am surprised. You say you find Tammy to be revolting, why would you want to help them?”
“With great power comes great responsibility.”
“Huh?”
“Oh never mind. It's from a comic book. Anyway, the point is, if I have the power to help somebody, I should. If I didn't, then I wouldn't deserve to have the power in the first place.”
“I understand, but I hardly think it is your responsibility to fix problems that you did not cause. I mean, where does it end? Are you going fix everybody's broken relationship, just because you can?”
“Well... I hadn't really thought about that.”
“Do not misunderstand me, I think you are very noble for wanting to help them, even though they hardly deserve it. But I would not be doing my job in protecting you if I did not warn you of the dangers of meddling in other's affairs.”
“Could you keep an eye on them, maybe? Make sure that I won't mess them up too badly?”
She nodded.
“Will that be difficult? I mean, is that going to wear you out or anything?”
She gasped in offense. “Wear me out? Of course not! As long as your wishes fall within the parameters I am set, they will be as nothing at all to me.” She shook her head and mumbled, “Wear me out. Honestly.”
He laughed and pulled her in close. Her wounded expression left quickly as George embraced her. “Okay then, do it.”
Tingle, flash. “It is done, I will let you know what happens.”
“Thanks babe.” He held her close, content to run his hands down the length of her braided hair.
“George?”
“Yeah Dawn?”
“You are really quite sweet, you know?”
“Don't tell anyone, I have a reputation to maintain.”
She giggled, and kissed him.
When George finally checked off the last item of his grocery list, the two made their way to the check out line to pay. After filling the conveyor belt with his haul, the woman dragging them across the scanner and the bag boy did all the work, leaving George standing their waiting to know the damage. He looked around and noticed a cute Asian girl bagging groceries a few registers down the line checking him out. They locked eyes for a moment and she quickly looked away, though she looked back a few moments later and gave him a coy smile. George smiled back.
Dawn leaned in so that she was less than an inch from his ear and whispered so that only he could hear, “Like her?”
Feeling like he had been caught, he laughed nervously. “Sorry, I was just looking.”
“I do not mind if you look George,” she whispered, “If you desire her, it would be my pleasure to arrange a meeting. I can tell you that she thinks you are very nice looking, and wishes to meet a guy just like you.”
Keeping his voice low, he whispered back, “Really? She looks way to cute to be interested in a guy like me.”
“You mean a handsome, intelligent, nice young man, who's pants are curiously tight in all the right places?”
George had already forgotten that his body was now very different. Thinking back, many of the women they had passed had been giving him strange looks, but he had attributed them to Dawn's attractiveness, not his own.
He admired the cute bag girl some more. She had long, raven black hair, and a pretty, exotic looking face. Her uniform wasn't very flattering, but he could tell she was beautiful. Though, much more petite than he usually preferred, and not anywhere near as curvaceous and sexy as Dawn. But that wasn't really saying much as no one he had ever seen in his life, even in show business, could come anywhere close to Dawn.
