I pulled another box from the dusty corner of the attic and opened it. More junk.

I’d only met my great uncle a few times in my twenty five years of life, so I was pretty surprised when he left all his possessions to me after his passing. But I guess it made sense. He had no kids of his own, so I was the closest thing he had to a descendant.

I riffled through the box. Mostly it was things like old ashtrays and cheap looking trinkets. An early model VCR. A rotary phone. TV antennas.

Just as I was about to close it up, something buried at the bottom caught my eye. I reached in and pulled it out. It was a replica of a genie’s lamp.

Well, at least something in these boxes wasn’t junk. This could probably make a pretty cool piece to set on the empty shelf of my entertainment center.

I set it aside, and went back to looking through my great uncle’s stuff.

Later that afternoon, I was back in my apartment, watching TV. On my way back from grabbing a beer, I noticed the duffel bag containing the few items I’d kept from my great uncle’s collection.

Remembering the replica lamp, I pulled it out and looked it over more closely. It was really well done. Maybe it was an old movie prop.

It was just a little dusty, but that wasn’t surprising. Who knows how long it was sitting in that attic. I used my sleeve to rub away some dust and smudges.

After a few seconds, the lamp suddenly began to vibrate, and grew warm in my hand. Taken by surprise, I dropped it. It didn’t fall to the floor, so much as gently float down to sit perfectly on its base.

A blue smoke started flowing out of the spout. I backed away and fell into my chair. But the smoke didn’t spread throughout the room. It just collected in the air above the lamp. After it was thick enough, it took on the vague shape of a human from waist up.

Before I could wrap my mind around what was happening, the fog quickly solidified into a blue humanoid person, from the waist up. He was muscular and broad shouldered, but at his waist, a trail of blue smoke connected him back to the lamp.

It looked like….but it couldn’t be. Could it?

“I am the Genie of the lamp.” He said in a deep voice, as I sat there stunned. “To you who has summoned me, I shall grant you three wishes.”

I stared, unable to speak. For a full minute, I just stared at him, as he hovered there, arms crossed.

“Uh…”

“You may not make a wish that would result in a person’s death. You may not wish for a person to fall in love with you. And finally, you may not wish to revive someone who has passed on.”

I starred at him for a few seconds, then squeezed my eyes shut. When I opened them, he was still there.

“Is this…real?” I asked, still not believing what I was seeing and hearing.

“Yes. You may make three wishes, and I shall grant them.” He continued to hover there, arms crossed, waiting patiently.

I slowly smiled as it sunk in that this was real. I could actually make three wishes! Of course I’d thought about what my wishes would be, everyone has.

First I wanted a hot wife. That would violate the no wishing for love rule, but there was always a workaround.

“Okay.” I stood and cleared my throat. “For my first wish, I want to be the most physically attractive person on Earth.” I smirked, feeling pretty clever. So what if I couldn’t instantly get a hot wife? Once I was the hottest guy on the planet, I could easily have my pick of the ladies.

The Genie starred at me evenly. “That is your wish?”

“Yes.”

“So it shall be.” He held his arms forward. There was a brief flash of light, and I suddenly felt disoriented.

My body felt strange, my clothing felt weird, and I felt like I was about to tip over. I stumbled but managed to stay on my feet. And then I realized I was on heels.

Standing as still as I could so I wouldn’t fall over, I became aware of all that felt off. I slowly looked down at myself.

My hands flew to my chest upon seeing the two large protrusions pushing my shirt outward. It was a different shirt than I’d been wearing, and I could feel a bra underneath it. I squeezed, in disbelief at what I was holding, and felt that sensation in my chest in a way that was totally alien.

I had breasts! In addition, my top was replaced with a clingy, slightly revealing woman’s top.

“Wh-what-“ I broke off and gasped at the feminine voice that had come out of me.

I leaned out to look past the breasts, causing some long blonde hair to fall into view. I could see that I was wearing a short, tight skirt, and a pair of sexy heels.

I tried to deny what I was seeing. I stumbled over to the mirror in the corner to get a better look at myself. I gasped again.

Just as I feared, a woman was staring back at me. But not just any woman. The most incredibly gorgeous woman I’d ever seen, with large blue eyes and inviting lips.

She had long blonde hair, a stunning hourglass shape, beautiful long legs, and two perfectly shaped DD sized breasts. She turned in the reflection and stuck out her incredible butt. Her outfit was sexy without being outright racy, and her makeup was flawless.

She was absolutely perfect. I couldn’t imagine a more attractive woman if I tried. Any man that saw her would probably have to pick his jaw up off the floor.

No, wait. Not “She.” Me.

Somehow, I was this woman. I saw it now, the resemblance to the old me, like she could be my incredibly hot sister.

“What?!” I cried out once the shock wore off, in that same feminine voice that felt like it could rile a guy up from just the sound of it.

I felt myself again. My breasts were sensitive, and my-oh god. My dick was gone. An alien, inside out feeling came from the slit in its place, covered tightly by a pair of panties.

Gradually I felt all the other physical differences. The weight on my chest, the smaller frame and muscles. The wider, rounded hips. It all felt so strange.

“Wh-wh-what is going on here?!” I asked. I cautiously turned to look back at the Genie. “Why did you turn me into a woman?”

“I have granted your wish.” He said simply, and without emotion.

“I didn’t wish to be a woman!” I protested.

“You wished to be the most physically attractive person on Earth. As men outnumber women, and the majority of them are heterosexual, I have granted you the form that is the most attractive to the greatest number of people.”

I was about to protest again, when I realized what happened. I’d said “person” rather than “man.” Still though. “I meant to be the most attractive guy. This wasn’t what I wanted. Can you fix it?”

“A wish, once granted, cannot be undone. However, you may make any wish you desire, even if that would change the result of your previous wish.”

I took that to mean I’d have to spend another wish to fix this mess. Disappointing, but I could make due with two wishes. “Well, I’m still a man on the inside, so I want you to fix this.”

“Is that your wish?”

“Yes.”

“So it shall be.” There was another flash of light. This time I didn’t feel disoriented. If anything I felt more relaxed.

After a second, I realized I hadn’t changed back into a male. Strangely I didn’t panic, or get angry or scared. “What happened?” I asked evenly.

“As you have wished, I fixed your inner identity to match that of your body.”

I blinked at him. “What?” I turned and stepped back over to the mirror. I already knew I was still a woman, but my first instinct was to inspect myself again.

After a moment, I realized something WAS different. It wasn’t my reflection, but how I felt looking at it. It wasn’t making me excited like before. I wasn’t finding the woman in the mirror attractive. Rather, I felt pride. Pride that I was so beautiful. Somehow I was actually feeling happy that I looked like a beautiful woman.

My gaze snapped back to the Genie, but I paused. I became acutely aware that, even though he was blue, he had the physique of a rather masculine man. His bare torso captured my gaze and I momentarily forgot what I was about to say. “Um…”

Movement on the TV screen behind him drew my eyes. I’d been watching some movie that I couldn’t remember, and now it was at a scene on the beach. A very fit guy was center frame. I walked several steps to get a better look at him.

Oh my. He was….hot. Very handsome face, fit body with a six pack. I could even make out the very prominent bulge in his swim trunks. I couldn’t stop myself from imaging his penis, causing me to blush furiously.

I realized with a shock that I had the hots for a man. I had become a woman even on the inside!

“Oh my god.” I said breathlessly, putting a hand on my chest. In the back of my mind, I knew it was a feminine mannerism, but I wasn’t able to stop it. It had come so naturally.

I became aware of other things. I had walked on the heels without issue now, just like a woman who was used to it. My tight top and skirt and even my panties felt like ordinary clothing that I was used to wearing. Even the bra, something I’d never worn before, felt so natural.

The weight on my chest and the void between my legs didn’t feel odd anymore. In fact they felt incredibly normal. Even the way my breasts moved as I did, and the way their weight tugged at the bra’s shoulder straps felt normal.

Even more than all that, I actually FELT like a woman. Like it was still me as if I had been born and raised a girl.

But as comfortable as I felt being a woman, I knew this was wrong. I knew this was just a trick of the Genie’s magic.

“This isn’t what I wished for.” I said in my feminine inflection, sounding almost pouty.

“You wished for me to fix what you had previously identified as a problem, that being that you still had the inner identity of a male.”

“No! I meant making me a woman was the problem.”

Was I really going to have to use my last wish just to put things back to normal? I wasn’t going to get anything out of this. I almost felt like crying in frustration.

“How can I be a woman? What about my friends and family? What about my job? Nobody would even believe me when I told them what happened. They only know me as a man.” I was ranting, letting my emotions get the better of me.

The Genie said nothing through all of it. Just stared at me, waiting for me to make a wish.

I didn’t feel any shame about crying over something like this, so the tears came freely. “You have to fix this.” I paused to let out a sniffle, intending to continue. “I-

“Is that your wish?”

I answered automatically. “Yes, but-“

“So it shall be.”

Panic flared up in me. “No, wai-“

There was a brief flash of light, cutting me off. After, I blinked as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. It was my apartment, but different. It was decorated differently, in a subtly feminine manner. Like this was a woman’s apartment.

I looked down at myself. I was still a woman.

“G-genie?” I looked in every direction, but he and his lamp were nowhere to be seen.

Three wishes have been granted. Our contract is completed. Farewell. The Genie’s voice spoke directly to my mind.

“Genie, wait!” No response at all.

No! What happened? All my wishes were gone and I was still a woman? What did he do for the last wish?

I thought back to my exact words, and as I looked around the apartment, I found items that pretty much confirmed my suspicion. Tampons, makeup, women’s clothing. Even, as I blushed upon discovering, a vibrator.

This was my apartment, but as it would be if I had always been a woman. Could he have really changed history so that I had been born a girl?

The ID of my feminine form that I found in a purse, all but proved it. I’d be willing to bet that everyone that knew me, now only remembered me as a woman. As far as they knew, my male self never existed.

I was equally disquieted and enthralled as I fully realized I was stuck. Physically, emotionally, sexually. Now and for the rest of my life. I was completely and utterly a woman.