It tooksome work but I'm here to read you the list of things she suggested wedo to make everything a reality for you. But before I read this, let'shav... a look at your new and might I say improved wife."Just then Mistress opened up a curtain to another room containing adentist type chair. Strapped to the chair was an unrecognizable versionof my wife. She was naked and the first thing I noticed was her hugebreasts. Mistress told me that they were now a 36 FF. Next I noticedthat she was completely. Now, I am the djinn my master specifies, whether he or she knows it or not. And if one is careful with their wishes... they can do anything at all.Sometimes, that is a good thing. Sometimes it isn't. Me? I'm not worried about good or evil. I'm of an age that considers geological time too brief to be useful. I always seem to have fun and even if I didn't, it won't last that long to matter.Sometimes, my master is ambitious. Sometimes, my master is ruthless. Sometimes, my master is brilliant.. Red silky hair just past her shoulders that shines beautifully when the sun hit it through the window as she walked by holding her binder against her chest. She has a body that Victoria’s secret models could admire, a slender frame with curves in all the right places. When she got closer to me I realized she caught me staring at her by the smirk on her face, great, busted. As she walked by me I could smell her perfume, heavenly, it reminded me of a meadow filled with flowers on a warm. The four meter square cube he was in had maybe a day's worth of air left when there was a sudden banging outside the hatch. Horn stood, hand on his sidearm, ready. He would defend the secret plans with him to the death, or preferably to the death of others. The hatch slid open ... and framed in the doorway was a familiar figure.It was Lessa. She looked at him with serious, smoldering eyes. The tall warrior teen, a few centimeters shorter than his two meters, wore a blue leather bikini top that.