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A Genie Bottle – Taboo Roleplay Phonesex

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Just a couple of friends, you and I, who love to shop for antiques. No one else gets my love of bargain hunting the way you do. We get together every so often and dig through antique shops for hidden treasure. The strange bottle we found this trip is the biggest treasure we’ve ever uncovered.

There we were, standing in a dust-covered shop when you lifted the bottle to show me the strange ironwork of this ancient-looking bottle. When I turned to see what you were showing me, a puff of soft blue smoke shot out of the bottle. Startled, you dropped it, and it began to spin like crazy.

A Genie Bottle – Taboo Roleplay

 

“What the fuck?” you yelled as more and more smoke billowed from the bottle. A shape was forming in the fog, and soon a person was floating in front of us. He was shirtless with big baggy pants and gold cuffs on his wrists.

“I am the genie of this bottle!” He proclaimed in a booming voice. “I will grant you three wishes!” Both of our jaws dropped, and you even began to rub your eyes.

“Oh my gosh!” You giggled. “What should we even wish for?” I shook your shoulders and squealed!

“This is your chance! You wish to be the girl you’ve always wanted to be. No longer a sissy but a real girl!” I could see the hesitation in your eyes, but then you smiled.

“Genie! I wish to be a real girl.” You spoke firmly, and the genie just nodded.

“Your wish Is my command.” He bobbed his head, and blue smoke started at your feet. Slowly slithering around your legs, up over your hips, and before my eyes, you were being transformed.

What once was thigh muscular legs were now sleek and toned. Your flat, firm chest suddenly sported beautifully rounded C-cups. Next, your short blonde hair grew past your shoulders in thick, luscious waves. The bones of your face softened, and before me was no longer my bargain hunting man friend but a stunning woman who would turn the head of any man she passed.

 

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357