Erotic Wish Fulfillment Series

Shanaya is a lesbian, but her best friend - the woman she desperately loves - definitely isn't. Worse yet, she's about to marry a complete jerk. When a flamboyantly gay genie emerges from her antique necklace, she turns herself into a sexy man. But now can she learn to think like a man, act like a man, and make love like a man...before Allison makes the worst mistake of her life? ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ Shanaya nearly choked. “What? You’re gay? A gay genie?” He scowled at her. “Oh, great. And now I have to deal with a bigot, too?” He waved his fingers mockingly. “Are you scared I’m going to infect you with my horrible gay cooties?” “No, no, nothing like that!” she protested quickly. “I’m...I’m a lesbian! So I’m actually kind of glad you’re gay.” “You’re a lesbian? Awesome!” The genie leaped to his feet and bounded towards her. “Gay high-five, girlfriend!” She lifted a hand and their palms clapped together. “Now,” he said, leaning against her bookcase. “What can I do for you, o my mistress?” Right. Genies grant wishes. But...“First of all, I need to get everything straight.” She chewed her lip. “And I can’t go on calling you...you. Especially if you’re not going to tell me what your real name is. Not that I’m asking you to,” she added hastily. “How about...Gene?” “Gene?” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “I suppose I can live with that. Gene. Fine.” “And how many wishes do I get? Three?” “Three?” Gene scoffed. “Girlfriend, that was centuries ago. You have to keep up with the times. Haven’t you ever heard of inflation? You get lots more than that. But first, I have to lay out the rules.” She nodded. “Okay.” “Rule one: No wishing for more wishes. That is total bullcrap. Also, you don’t get to banish me and then summon me with a fresh set. You start with a finite number, and that’s all you get until you banish me permanently or you die. Got it?” She nodded. Gene ticked off a second point on his fingers. “Next rule. No murder, violence, or emotional or psychological torture. We’re kinder, gentler djinn, these days. You want to knock off your older sister so you can marry the sultan’s son instead of her, you better take care of that yourself.” “Um...how long have you been away from Earth, anyway?” He ignored her. “Third. I can give advice, if you ask for it. But I’m not going to volunteer information if you’re going to do something spectacularly stupid.” He grinned, sharklike, and she shivered. “Watching humans screw things up is half the fun. “Any questions?” She swallowed. “There’s...there’s this girl.” “Oh?” Gene cocked an eyebrow. “Cute?” “Gorgeous!” “And let me guess. She doesn’t even know you exist, right? You’ve been pining your heart out for her for years, wanting one glance from her smoldering eyes, one kiss from her glistening lips?” “No! We’re best friends!” “Best friends. Sure. And you want me to change her sexuality so she’ll desire you? Or maybe just a simple love spell?” His look was disgusted, and she hung her head in shame. “Hell and no. We can’t take away free will. No potions, spells, hypnosis, or any of that crap. You want this girl in bed, you better find a better way to do it.” Her heart, which had leapt with horrified hope a few seconds ago, crashed back into her belly. But... “What if it was my choice? You wouldn’t be taking away her free will then.” “Your choice? What are you talking about?” The thought was so audacious it took her breath away. She swallowed, cold sweat breaking out on the back of her neck. “Could you...could you turn me into a man?” Gene stared at her, the silence in the room stretching out until she was quivering like a string. “That’s more than stupid. It’s insane.”

Milo was convinced life would be easier if he were a woman. When he woke up one morning to find his wish granted, he couldn't believe his good luck. As "Silly Millie," she is going to get all the sex she can with her gorgeous new body, whether it's from the hunky cop who wants to give her a parking ticket, the handsome bartender, or even her own roommate! Because Millie is a "Body-Swap Bimbo!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ She gave it a minute, then put her drink down and headed towards the hall, as if she were going to visit the bathroom. Just before she could get there, however, she found herself intercepted by Poppy. “Hey, Millie!” She smiled, clearly in her element. “I want you to meet some of the girls. This is Jessica, and Kaylee, and Dawn.” The three young women nodded at her, their smiles curiously friendly. And with just a hint of the predatory gleam which Carla had shown. “Nice to meet you,” she said in a rush. “I’ll be right back,” she added, bouncing a bit on her toes. “But my bladder is about to explode, okay? I don’t want to start doing the potty dance like a little kid.” The girls laughed and let her go. Hoping that her intent wasn’t written in great big letters on her face, Millie turned into the hallway. Just as she reached the door on the left, it opened a crack, and Danny looked out. With a glance over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, she slipped inside. “Um. Hi,” the tall young man said. “You know, I don’t really-” And then Millie was all over him, the dam of her self-control bursting under the onslaught of desire which she had been trying to hold in check all day. One arm wrapped around his waist, her hand feeling for his rear. The other reached up and tugged his mouth down. Oh! His mouth was sweet. Sweet, tender, and oh so warm on her burning lips. Horny beyond belief, she pulled the young bartender to her, her breasts flattening against his strong young chest. “I’m not waiting,” she panted, when she finally tore her lips away. “I’ve been wanting to get laid all day, and Danny, you just drew the lucky number.” “I did? What? Wait!” he said, his voice sliding upwards into panic as she fumbled at his belt and the button of his slacks. “I don’t even know you!” “Well, if we took the time to get to know each other,” Millie said in what she thought was a reasonable tone, “we wouldn’t have time to do anything else before your break was over. So what’s it going to be? Sit here and talk? Or have sex now, and then meet up sometime tomorrow?”

Judy and Pam are lesbians who have a naughty desire. Pam wants to be taken like a man. But the strap-on they bought isn't doing the job. Enter Gene! The magical genie turns Judy into a sexy futa-woman! But can she overcome her surprise at her hot, throbbing passion and use it to give Pam the completion she craves? Find out in "Lesbians' Futa Wish"! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Her eyebrows lifted as she took in the length of her lover’s body. Something was just a bit...off. Under the long t-shirt she had worn to bed, there was a strange, unidentifiable...lump...in the general vicinity of her crotch. Pam put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. She hadn’t, had she? It was so like her girlfriend to refuse to admit defeat. For some reason, Judy must have decided to give the strap-on another try, and had put it back on. And had then fallen asleep. Did she think that having it on would allow her to get used to it? Did she think that a long, slow lovemaking session might get them both to the point where they would both get the pleasure they wanted out of the toy? Well, if she wants to give it another shot, I’ll try, she thought, as she climbed back into bed. Maybe it wasn’t really too big. She lay propped on one elbow, looking down into the face of her beloved. Poor kid. She must have gotten up earlier this morning, while I was still asleep, and put the dang thing on. And then fell asleep waiting for me to wake up. She leaned down, her lips brushing one soft cheek, while her hand reached down to flip up the hem of Judy’s shirt. And then lay stock-still, her eyes staring at what her hands had revealed. That’s not...possible. Pam slowly sat up, her jaw hanging open. Instead of the complicated mass of straps and buckles she had expected to see, with the lilac-colored phallus of the strap-on fastened over Judy’s crotch, instead there was this...miracle. She reached out, her fingers aching to touch it, to see if it was real, and not just a dream, and then pulled back. Instead, she leaned closer to inspect the- Amazing. Incredible. -undeniably erect object that leaped up from her lover’s groin like a dream made flesh. Long, thick, and tumescent, but still smaller than the monstrosity that their overeager libidos had insisted they get with the strap-on, it emerged from a spot just above Judy’s cleft, its thickness merging with her skin. Thankfully, the arcane blessing that had bestowed it on her lover had seen fit to leave out some of the more unpleasant parts of the male anatomy. There was no unpleasant, wiry clump of pubic hair; no gross, sagging scrotum; no lumpy set of testes to mar her girlfriend’s beauty. Only a lovely, lovely phallus, bobbing just a bit, in time with her heartbeat. Peachy-pink in color at the base, shading to a dark magenta at the tip, which was just slightly wet, a trace of clear fluid leaking from the tip. She had to touch it. Had to make sure that her staring eyes weren’t playing tricks on her, that she wasn’t hallucinating. Biting her lip, she reached out, running one finger along the side of the shaft.