Dr. Virginia Laird stopped dead in her tracks as she was walking to her car from her office at the university. Something was calling to her, pulling her toward another part of the campus. She could have ignored it, but she had no big plans for the evening, and was curious what was causing this weird sensation.

She wound up walking halfway across the campus, to find the place where she was being drawn, the Earth Sciences Building. “Earth Sciences?” she thought, “I am an English professor.” In her twenty-eight years of teaching, she had never set foot in that building. The pull was getting stronger the closer she got to the old Victorian-style brick building, with a slant shingled roof.

It was late fall, and the sun was setting. Few people were out in this area of the campus, so far from the Commons area.

The fifty-three-year-old took a deep breath and headed up the steps to the building. Nobody saw her enter. The pull took her to the second floor, and down the hall to an office. The door blocking her way had the name, Dr. Paul Stoffard, Geology, on it. She had never heard of the man, which was not surprising. It was a large university, and their two departments could not have been more different.

No light could be seen coming through the frosted glass that covered the top half of the door. She knocked on it.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” she called in her mature alto voice.

There was no answer.

She jiggled the doorknob, and to her surprise, it was unlocked. “Must have forgotten to lock the door as he left,” she thought.

Virginia pulled her hand back. Up to this point she had done nothing wrong. All the campus buildings were public property. Anyone could walk around the corridors to their heart’s content. But entering into the office of a professor, uninvited, would be a crime in the eyes of the university. She knew how she would feel if someone had broken into her office.

But she wasn’t really breaking-in was she? The door was unlocked. She decided that she would take a look and make sure everything was okay. Looking first up and down the corridor, it

appeared no one else was in their offices.

Opening the door, she was hit by not just the pull, but a mental cry for help.

The office was cramped. Most of the space was taken up by, not the desk, but shelves and shelves of rocks. She realized that she shouldn’t have been surprised. He was a Geology professor, after all.

She walked cautiously. There was no one in the room. The pull came from a large quartz crystal that was at the front of the third row. A spotlight seemed to be shining on that particular sample. It was translucent white and about the size of a softball with several prism-like protrusions sticking out.

Almost in a trance-like state, she reached out and grabbed it.

- The instant she touched it, the pull and the crying stopped.

Hastily, Virginia shoved the crystal into her large purse. It almost fit. Just one of the spikes stuck out, just above the purse’s opening.

The brown-haired college teacher beat a hasty retreat, trying to flee the vicinity without actually running. She did have the presence of mind to lock the door behind her as she left.

When she got out of the building’s vicinity, she calmed down and her pulse got close to its normal rate.

“What did I do?” she thought. “I stole that rock from my colleague. It may be worth millions of dollars.” She tried to turn around and head back, but found that she could not bring herself to do so. Besides, with the door now locked, there was not a way she could easily get back in and return it.

Reaching the parking lot, she climbed into her twenty-year-old Volvo and pulled out. She drove the half mile to her small home.

When she got inside, she pulled out her new treasure out of the purse and stared at it. It was beautiful, but that was no reason for her to steal it.

Suddenly, a bright blue light blazed in the heart of the crystal. In her mind, she heard, “Free me please!”

“How?” Virginia cried. “How do I free you?”

There was no reply, and the blue light faded.

Was there something trapped inside? Was it dying? Panicking, she took the quartz rock and ran to the sliding glass back-door of her house. Throwing it open, she lifted the crystal up and threw it onto the backyard porch.

It shattered into a thousand pieces.

A tiny blue cloud formed where the crystal landed. It grew in size until it formed a giant blue column of smoke that reached up to the sky. The cloud congealed into a nine-foot-tall beautiful woman with blood red hair and blue skin. She was wearing a skimpy metallic bikini and veil, that looked like it was from a stage production of “Arabian Nights.”

Seeing the size of the woman who freed her, she shrank until she matched her savior’s five foot five height.

“Thank you so much for freeing me, Mistress,” she said in a voice that seemed to be coming from an echo chamber.

The teacher looked at the fantastic vision. “Who ... Who are you? What are you wearing?!”

“Oh sorry, I don’t mean to offend,” she said in a more normal voice. It had a slight lilt to it. Virginia could not place the accent.

The creature looked in her rescuer’s eyes. “I see. This is how you want me to look.”

In a blinding flash, she shed all her clothes, and stood before Virginia, naked. She had blue skin all over her body, except for her pink lips, pale, almost white, nipples and areolas, and a red swollen labia and clit. Her dark red hair was braided down her back and almost touched the crack of her ass. Her breasts were a pert DD in size, if not bigger, with no sag, and her hips were wide. She had large pointy ears that pointed backwards. She had golden irises, with no sign of a pupil.

The teacher blushed deeply, while staring longingly at her body. “That ... That’s not how I want you to look.”

“Ah! But it is! I can look into your mind, Virginia Laird. I can see what you like and desire. And what you most desired from me, when I first appeared, was to see me naked. You are a lusty woman, with many immodest thoughts.” There was no judgment in her voice.

Trying to change the subject, the fifty-three-year-old woman said, “Let me guess, you are genie.”

“A djinn. I am nothing like your Barbara Eden. If anything, I am more like the genie in Aladdin, though I don’t tell corny jokes.”

Unable to take her eyes off her stunning body, Virginia tried to distract herself from her lascivious thoughts. “How did you get stuck inside that crystal? Most of our stories have your kind stuck in oil lamps.”

The djinn shook her head. “My tale is not one full of magic, lust, and betrayal, like in your novels and movies. We djinn, had discovered the New World long before you Europeans did. About three thousand years before your Christopher Columbus. When I heard about it, I set off to explore its great vastness. I loved its isolation, with just a few primitive humans wandering about. It was wild and untamed, for the most part. Everything I was seeing, no sentient creature had ever seen before.

“I did most of my explorations while invisible. I didn’t want to shock or traumatize any human or animal, in case I came across one.

“I was flying, down a narrow canyon in what you now call the Rocky Mountains, when I saw a beautiful crystal sitting in the middle of a shallow stream, at the base of a small waterfall. I swooped down to examine it. When I touched it, it sucked me in and would not let me go.”

“Was it enchanted?” asked Virginia.

The blue girl shook her head. “There was no magic. That crystal had a structural abnormality inside that acted as natural trap for our kind. It was ‘a one in a trillion fluke of nature’, that no one could have predicted.”

“So you were trapped inside that crystal for three thousand years?”

“Give or take a century. For most of that time, I almost went insane from boredom. Only the occasional primitive thoughts of a bear or muskrat would keep me company. I tried to imagine how I would be rescued, but failed to come up with a likely scenario. I came to the conclusion that I would be stuck inside for millions of years, until a mountain nearby crumbled, and fell on top of the rock, smashing it.

“I tried everything I could, to stay sane. I repeated in my mind, every moment of my long existence. I tried figure out the imponderable riddles that baffled the greatest philosophers. I played games against myself. I could see, feel, smell, taste, and hear nothing. It was a horrible lonely life.

“But, about a hundred and fifty years ago, a human finally explored the tiny pocket canyon and discovered my crystal. With his shovel, he pried my crystal out of the shallow stream and carried me back to civilization.

“I could hear his thoughts loud and clear, relishing every aspect of his simple mind and simple life. It was the first new thing I’d had to chew on in millennia. I tried to call out to him, reach his mind, let him know I was here, but to no avail. It seems that my prison had locked in my telepathic abilities. I could hear them, but they couldn’t hear me...”

“But I could hear you...”

“I’m about to get to that.

“In the years that followed, every time somebody new came along, I’d call out to them, in a forlorn hope that somebody would hear me. But nobody did. Ever.

“I eventually wound up at a rock and gem show, for sale. I liked the show. Lots of new minds to examine and learn from.

“Finally, I was purchased by our Dr. Shefford. He was enchanted by the crystal’s brilliance and lack of mottling...

“For the last decade or so, I’ve been sitting on Paul’s shelf encountering only a few new minds each year. Most of them being students, who were preoccupied with classroom projects. None of them could hear my mind.

“Whenever I got painfully bored, I would try shouting out mentally to the world, for anyone to come rescue me. I thought it was a fool’s errand. I was going to be stuck inside this rock until someone got clumsy and dropped me on the floor.

“But when it comes to rocks, especially fragile ones like mine, Paul Shefford was anything but clumsy. He always treated my crystal like I was the most precious thing in the world. Any time he took me down to dust the shelf, he carried me gently, and wrapped me in bubble wrap.

“Finally, tonight, I sent out one of my desperate cries, and someone responded. They were far away, and were uncertain, so I redoubled my efforts, trying to draw you to me. Obviously, I succeeded.”

“But why did your telepathy work on me?” Virginia asked.

“You are like that crystal, an anomaly. You are the one in a billion person who could hear me.”

“I didn’t hear you very well. Mostly, I just felt a pull.”

“And that was enough to free me, my dearest savior.” The djinn leaned and rained a dozen kisses on the bookish professor’s face.

Blushing, Virginia pushed her away. “So, what do we do now?”

The genie returned to a more serious manner. “One thing that all your stories about djinn got right, is that anyone who rescues us from confinement is our Master, or Mistress in your case. We have to do their bidding, until you have us fulfill three wishes.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I can satisfy your greatest desires, and once I do, I’ll be free.”

She gestured to the golden bands around her ankles, wrists, and neck. “These manacles are a symbol of my enslavement to you.

“I didn’t see them before.”

“I can make them disappear. But even invisible, I can still feel them, reminding me of my status.”

The literary professor stood in thought for several minutes. “What do I want to wish for?” she said aloud.

“Take your time. I was trapped in that rock for three thousand years. I know how to be patient.

“I can warn you, don’t wish for more wishes. It does nothing but waste a wish.”

Having this gorgeous blue creature standing so close to her, was starting to unnerve her. “Why don’t you go away for a while. I need to do some research on wishes.”

“Of course, Mistress. Just call out to me, and I will appear instantly.”

“Do you have a name I can call?”

“You are my Mistress. You can name me anything you want.”

“I will call you Genie.”

The djinn tried not to show her disappointment. “Of course, Mistress.”

The blue woman disappeared like she had never been there.

Virginia went online and looked for information on wishes, and got more than she expected. It turned out that making a wish could be complicated.

In many stories, the giver of the wish resented doing it, and would try to twist the wish against the one wishing. In one movie she saw, a girl wishes to be young and beautiful forever. She gets turned into a marble statue, ensuring that she would stay young and beautiful forever.

She went onto a chat room online and posted the hypothetical question, “What would you wish for if given three wishes?” The responses ranged from silly or disgusting to enlightening and provocative.

She was also advised to avoid using the word “and” in a wish. You could wind up making two wishes at once.

Also, don’t wish for a specific amount of money, no matter how big. Money can be stolen, either by the unscrupulous or the government, leaving you with nothing but a wasted wish.

For three days, when she wasn’t teaching, Virginia worked on her wishes. In that time, she worked up two real good ones. Being an English teacher gave her an advantage. Part of her job was editing other people’s writings. She went over the two with a fine-tooth comb, looking for any holes that could trap her.

Finally, she felt that she could not make her wishes any better. She repeated each wish several times, making sure she would not trip on the wording.

After she thought she was ready, the teacher called out, “Hey, Genie!”

Instantly she appeared. “You called, Mistress?”

Startled by the quickness, she asked, “Have been with me all this time?”

She nodded. “Of course. My job is to be here to respond to your every whim.”

“So, you’ve seen what I been studying.”

“Oh, yes.”

“What do you think of what I’ve learned?”

“I am no malicious trickster. I am eternally grateful to you for freeing me from my Tartarus. Giving you three wishes is the least I can do to thank you...

“Of course, if I were I were a trickster, I would have said that, so I could spring my trap.”

Virginia smiled, “I was about to say that.”

The blue skinned djinn smiled back. “Do tell.

“Of course, if I were here to trap you, I could have taken those practice runs at your wishes as the real thing. You said your first wish three times before you went on to the second. I could take that repetition as your three wishes.”

The teacher went pale, and started protest. “But I didn’t know you were...”

The naked blue slave raised a slender hand, stopping her. “I know those were just practice runs, and seeing as you didn’t know I was in the room, they did not count.”

Virginia let out a sigh. “Thank you.”

“You see? I have no malice toward you. And as a show of my appreciation to you I have

already wiped my crystal’s existence from Paul’s mind so that there won’t be any investigation.”

Warily, Virginia nodded.

“So you have two of your wishes ready?”

Virginia picked up a sheet of paper. “I have them written down, so I won’t make any mistakes.”

Clearing her throat, she read in a clear firm voice, “I wish that my physical health be perfect, in perpetuity.”

The fifty-three-year-old felt a rush of vitality flow through her body. She ran to the mirror in her bathroom. The crows feet and bags that had formed around her eyes, and the fine wrinkles in the corners of her mouth had all disappeared. Her cheeks had a firmness that she hadn’t even realized had gone away. The gray streaks that had started to appear in her brown hair were gone. She looked at least thirty years younger.

She looked down at her chest with a sigh. “I was hoping for bigger boobs.”

Genie suddenly appeared beside her. “Breast size is not an indication of physical health. Of course, if you want large titties, I could always...”

“Never mind. It’s not that important.”

“Once you get undressed, you will see that your breasts you do have, no longer have any sag to them. They are as firm and pert as they were when you were in high school.”

She looked down her shirt at her B-cup breasts. “Really?”

She walked into the living room with a spring in her step. She did a cartwheel, which she hadn’t done in decades.

“Looks like you are feeling good,” quipped the djinn.

“I am. You don’t realize how many aches and pains you have gotten used to, and were ignoring, until they suddenly go away.”

“You know you are not immortal. You are still subject to accidents, injuries, starvation, and all sorts of things that can kill somebody with perfect health.”

“I know. I will be extra cautious from now on. And if I get tired of living centuries, I have an escape.”

“That is very wise. I know that, almost every day, while I was trapped in that crystal alone for millennia, that I wished for death. Being immortal is sometimes more of a curse than a blessing.”

“I can imagine.”

The naked blue girl stood in front of the teacher. “Are you ready for your next wish?”

Virginia nodded and looked down at her carefully worded script. “I wish that, whenever I need funds for anything I wish to purchase, I will have the right amount of funds in my bank account.”

Nothing happened, which disappointed her. But what would she expect to happen? All that was in her wish took place invisibly. “Are you sure the wish worked?”

The djinn looked at her like she had just said the stupidest thing in the world. “Positive. Go out and buy something extravagant. You will have enough for your debit card to pay for it.”

“There has been this little sports car I have had my eye on...”

“Great! Now, as to your last wish?”

The newly young professor shrugged her shoulders. “I really can’t think of anything I want, that my two wishes can’t give me.”

“You’ll think of something. They always do.” The supernatural entity said.

The djinn made a change of subject. “You know you can now retire from your teaching job.”

Virginia pondered for a moment. “Not yet. I have an obligation to my students, especially my graduate students. I want to at least finish this semester.”

Genie nodded, “It is very admirable that you want to finish what you have started.”

Later that evening, after Virginia had dismissed her slave for the night, she undressed, to look at her rejuvenated body. “I look spectacular!” she thought. “No more cottage cheese thighs, and my little titties are full and firm.” She moaned as she ran her hands over her erect nipples.

Abruptly, the djinn reappeared. “Mistress, I can help.”

Startled, she hastily tried to cover herself. Realizing that Genie had already seen everything, she dropped them.

Virginia thought about scolding her, but decided to let it drop. “Help how?”

“You are about to masturbate. Use me instead. With my centuries of knowledge, I can make this an unforgettable sexual experience.”

The teacher was stunned. “You would do that for me?”

“I am still your slave. As your slave, I am required to do your bidding.

“And to be honest, I have not have had sex in three thousand years. I am ready for any type of sexual activity.”

“I would have thought you would have jilled off days ago.”

“I cannot touch myself until I get my freedom,” the blue girl said sorrowfully. “My body is not my own.”

Genuinely concerned, Virginia said, “I accept your offer.”

“Good!” she exclaimed. Taking a step back, Genie said to herself, “Now, she obviously doesn’t want me to change gender. But how to make this special? I know!”

Instantly, the djinn changed form to that of a ten-year-old version of herself, with a short prepubescent body. Her lips, tits, and genitals had not yet changed color. They were still the same blue color as the rest of her skin. Her hair was still the same dark red. Smiling, she spread her arms revealing herself to her mistress. “Do you like?” she asked a girl’s voice.

The professor jumped back, like she had been shocked, and turned her head away. “No! Change back, please!”

Perplexed, the djinn asked, “But why? I can see your desires. And you break no laws when you are with me.”

“Because, if I ... have you like this, I will want to do it again, with little girls, even after you’re gone.”

Genie sighed. “Very well. I will gradually age my body. Stop me when it is to your liking.”

Virginia watched, fascinated, as he watched the ten-year-old child age. She started to grow in height. Her lips slowly gained its pink color, along with her areolas fading to an almost white skin tone. Her clit and labia both swelled to a dark red.

When the djinn’s breasts had swelled to its full size, the professor said, “Stop.”

Genie looked like she was in her late teens, and a few inches short of her full height.

“There, you look legal.”

She again stood in front of her Mistress, her arms and legs spread. “How would you like to start, Mistress?”

“You have the knowledge. Why don’t you take the lead.”

The djinn’s golden eyes lit up. She let out a whoop. “Oh yes!” she cried in an unnaturally loud voice. She turned into a blue whirlwind that surrounded Virginia and carried her onto her queen bed. Genie reconstituted beside her. Her large breasts pressed against her mistress’s side.

“Looks like I am not the only ‘lusty woman with many immodest thoughts,” Virginia laughed.

“I did not say that I disapproved of these qualities,” replied the blue slave.

The human had felt her arousal rising since she was first propositioned by Genie. Now she felt like she was about to sexually combust. “So, how do we start?” she asked in a husky voice.

“Let’s start slow, and let it build. After all, we have all night.”

Genie ran her right index finger over Virginia’s body, starting at her newly flat stomach. A path of blue light followed behind her meandering path.

Virginia gasped, “I’m so sensitive! Even on my stomach.”

“You, in effect, have the body of a teenager. People forget how sensitive their bodies were during that time.”

Finally, her finger reached her breasts. She slowly, spiraling upward the djinn left a trail of blue light bathing Virginia’s left breast. When she finally reached the nipple, she gave it a little flick.

The woman arched he back and cried out. “Oh God! I just came! And you were no where near my clit. You’re incredible!”

The red-haired tormentor smiled. “Oh, we are just beginning.” Starting at the base of Virginia’s right breast she repeated the treatment she had just performed on the left.

Virginia watched what was happening with a mixture of dread and anticipation. She knew what was coming, and knew that she was about to have another intense orgasm.

As Genie approached Virginia’s areola, she slowed down her pace.

“Oh please, oh please!” she pled.