Chapter 1: The Discovery

Dad worked for one of the big oil companies and was overseas about one week every month. When he had to go to Saudi Arabia for three months he made arrangements for all of us to go over for a two week holiday before he returned stateside. My sister Megan age 15, mom Jackie, dad Aaron and me Roger age 16. It was ... interesting, but the cultural norms there made it a place that I would never want to live. Megan and mum were used to lazing around our pool with virtually nothing on but here they had to "cover-up modestly". Even so the local men kept looking at them like they wanted to rape them. At least Megan stopped giving me a hard time about perving at her girlfriends and actually stayed close to me like she thought I would protect her. Perhaps I would, even though my sister can be a pain at times, being a year older I had chased away some creeps that frightened her back home.

We did all the tourist things, all that we could, not allowed into some Muslim holy places. The markets were fun although dad told us to stay as a group as white girls had been kidnapped and never seen again. Now Megan stayed holding my arm the whole time, mom was holding dads arm also.

We had a few rides on camels and that was fun although the movement was way different to a horse and took us a while to get used to. The last few days before we left dad arranged for us to go on an overnight camping trip and that's where the fun really got crazy.

We'd set our tents up beside an oasis, one just like the storybook pictures although it was close to some hills with a cliff face about 200m from the water. Dad told us that we shouldn't swim in the oasis because the water looked dirty which really upset Megan and I so we stomped off to the hills and started kicking rocks around. This turned into a sort of football game using the cliff face as a goal. After about ten minutes we were bored so started looking at the cliff joking about finding fossils of a Tyrannosaurus or other dinosaur. I spotted some rocks that looked sort of like a ribcage and Megan and I pretended to be archaeologists, carefully brushing the dirt away. When it crumbled completely we just laughed and looked for another place to dig. After a few attempts we found a small hollow in the cliff that had a flat rock that I sat on while Megan kicked a few rocks around. She kicked one at my seat and instead of the expected thump of rock on dirt it sounded more like rock on wood. I looked down and then back at her, then we both started to scrape the dirt away, quickly uncovering a small box about two feet square and half of that high.

We pulled the box clear and sat back and looked at it. There were no markings on it, just the construction details where we could see wooden pins held the top on. It wasn't heavy so we carefully carried it back to the tents and got our parents to have a look. Dad figured out how to pull the wooden pins by putting a screw into each pin then pulling. The problem was each pin had to be held out while the others were pulled so we each held a pin and pulled together. The lid lifted finally and we were able to move it aside and see the contents. There were four objects carefully wrapped in what looked like silk and nestled into rotted straw. We each picked up an object and very carefully unwrapped it. There was about three yards of wrapping before we each found a small glass bottle with a glass top in it.

Megan spoke first "I bet these aren't wine, we've found a genie in a bottle!"

Dad laughed "Yes and we've got one each so that's twelve wishes, we can rule the world."

Mom smiled and picked up the wrapping and started to polish her bottle. All our mouths dropped open as there was an iridescent shimmer in the air, a plume of smoke from the bottle that swirled and then formed into a humanoid shape that solidified into a naked teenage boy around my size. He pressed his hands together and bowed to mom. He said something I couldn't understand that sounded similar to what I had heard in the markets.

Dad reared back "Holy shit, I was only joking."

Mom found her voice "I feel this is no joke."

The boy frowned and looked closely at mom and then spoke. "Your language is English, I have learnt it from you so now we can communicate. I am a Djinn, my name – please call me Al-gan, I see you have heard of the Djinn although you also know them as Genies. Ah I see, it sounds similar. Yes the tales you have heard are true, we grant wishes, most of us can only grant three although I am one of four who were created to grant one hundred each."

He looked around at us and saw the box between us. He smiled "And here are the other three." He reached out and took the bottle I was holding and swapped it with Megan. "I think you will prefer a Djinn of the opposite gender to your own. Please, rub the bottles that we may all form and serve you."

We sat there stunned, then hesitantly reached out for the wrapping cloths and rubbed our bottles. The air was filled with the iridescent shimmers and smoke from the bottles formed. In front of dad and me were female versions of Al-gan while Megan had a twin of him. Al-gan spoke sharply and the three nodded their heads and looked closely at us before speaking.

The girl in front of me pressed her hands together and looked demurely at me "Master, please call me Fashad, I am here to serve you in all ways. I can grant you one hundred wishes but know that daily serving you does not require a wish."

Dads girl was called Malkan and Megans boy was called Al-tar.

I was puzzled "What do you mean by 'daily serving'"?

Fashad looked around at our small tents and the oasis, she looked at the other Djinns and they swept their hands around the area. Gone were our small tents, now there was one enormous tent and I could see carpets on the ground inside and many piles of pillows and cushions. My stomach rumbled in reaction to the aroma of food – I could smell BBQ ribs.

Fashad smiled "daily serving means all your shelter, clothing, and, of course, food. Please let us move inside out of the hot sun so we can feed you."

Dad looked around "What about security? Is there anyone around who might have seen you."?

Malkan answered "There is no-one within five miles and no-one will approach unless you want them to. Would you like some guests?"

"No, no, let's go eat, while those ribs are hot."

"The food will stay at optimum temperature until it is eaten or banished."

Mom and Megan were still sitting there looking shocked, even more shocked when Al-gan and Al-tar each stretched out a hand and lifted them and floated them into the tent to sit on cushions.

Al-tar looked at Megan and frowned "I sense you are not comfortable in those hot clothes, would you like to be changed?"

Megan shook her head. "I really think the heat is getting to me. If we are secure here then I would rather be naked so I can cool off. Is the Oasis really not safe to swim in"?

Al-tar smiled "The oasis is now perfectly safe to swim in and your clothing..."

Megan looked down and realised she was completely naked. She gulped and looked at mom. Mom looked back at her then at Al-gan "Me too, clothes gone." She flopped back naked into the cushions and pillows, "Ah cool, at last, I can stop sweating. Al-gan, please, a cooling breeze."

Megan and mom laid back and spread their legs to allow a cooling breeze in. Dad and I smiled and tried the ribs, they were exactly the way we loved them. Megan and then mom sat up looking a lot more comfortable and started to eat. Megan looked at dad and me then leaned closer to Al-tar and whispered to him. He smiled and suddenly dad and I were also naked. I looked down, shrugged my shoulders and kept eating. Fashad leant over and asked "I know you want a 'coke' but what is a coke?"

I told her it was a drink and suddenly she had a glass for me. I smiled and leant over to whisper to her, she smiled and giggled. With a nod towards Megan she tried to look innocent. Megan looked down.

"Where'd my pubes go! Holy!! – hey this is neat. Is it permanent?"

Al-tar leant forward "It is permanent until you ask for them to grow again."

Megan stood up, "Hey mum check it out, no more shaving. Hey, under my arms, down my legs, Oh please no hair below the neck for mom and me."

Mom jumped as her hair disappeared then looked a little ... thoughtful. "I've always had a bush because the one time I tried shaving I cut myself, this will take a while to get used to. What do you think, Aaron, I'm on full display now."

Dad thought for a moment "I think we are going to have some major life-style changes. It looks like nudity is going to be common from now on, do you want me hairless also?"

"No Aaron – I like your bear skin against my bare skin, you keep your manly chest." Mum looked at Megan "What changes shall we make to your brother?"

Megan looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes "How about giving him a bigger cock What do you think – a nice thick seven incher?"

Mom spluttered for a moment "Seven is a nice comfortable size, I suppose you want to go to double Ds?"

Megan looked down at her chest where two beautiful As lived, she looked across at me with a question on her face.

I answered "I'll accept a seven incher, you would look unbalanced with Ds – I'd suggest small Cs would look better."

Fashad spoke up "Body changes as you suggest would look good but require a wish."

Megan looked excited, "Me, I want to make the first wish." She thought carefully. "I wish that Roger had a seven inch penis that is as thick as Dads and that my breasts were size small C with larger nipples and that they will stay firm and upright. Mums breasts to be firmer and also upright and Dad can lose the love handles."

Fashad giggled and looked at Al-Tar who looked puzzled, "What are love handles?"

Megan walked over behind Dad and reached around to hold the evidence that he hadn't been exercising as much as he should. "This excess is called love handles."

Al-Tar looked amazed "When we were created such 'love handles' were the sign of wealth and power."

Mum sat forward "Although I love Aaron, love handles and all, they are a sign that he needs to exercise. A lack of exercise and increasing waist lines are usually indicators to a shortened life span so I want him fit for a long life together."

Al-Gan nodded his head "I see, that makes much sense. Does that complete your wish for body changes?"

Megan nodded "I think so, although, can I include things like never get sick or injured, keep us safe from all harm?"