This series has been so popular, yet no one is writing in it but me.  Why?
Perhaps if I started another story to interest you?

TALES OF DJINNAR: Child's Play
By Raven

Ms. Conover was walking down First Street toward her job at the day
care center.  It was a beautiful, sunny morning, although it was a little
cool.  However, she didn't mind the chill, and was actually enjoying the mile
walk from her aparment to the day care center.

She was passing by an alleyway just before First Street interects with with
Oak Avenue when a glint of sunlight relfecting off of glass or metal caught
her attention.  Ms. Conover squinted her eyes to see just was causing the
reflection, but the glare was just too great.

She put her hand over her eyes in an attempt to deflect a portion of the
glare.  Now that Ms. Conover's curiosity was piqued, she started to
follow the reflection of light to determine what the source was.

A quick scan of the area revealed that the glint of sunlight was coming
from underneath the dumpster.  She squatted down as far as she could go,
and reached under the dumpster.  From this vantage point she couldn't
see anything, so she felt around blindly for whatever was causing the
reflection.  In a few seconds, Ms. Conover's had hit a moderately sized
metal object.

Ms. Conover grasped whatever it was, pulling it out from under the
dumpster to see exactly what it was.  She was surprised to see that it
appeared to be an old oil lamp.  Actually it appeared to her to be more
like a lamp one would see in an Arabian movie like "Alaadin."

"I wonder who threw this thing here?  It looks like it might be an antique
or something!"  She said aloud, to no one in particular.  Ms. Conover
thought for a second, and then decided she would take it with her.  She
would try to clean it up later.

Ms Conover dropped it into her oversized bag, and continued on toward
the day care center.  She didn't think about the lamp again, instead
pondering what she was going to do with the children today.

As she neared the day care center, Ms Conover saw the various vehilcles
of working parents dropping off their children for the day.  Generally, the
children ranged from age 2 through 5.  They were all fairly well behaved
kids except for a few notable exceptions.  Jeremy Brown, and Billy
Tolliver sprang immediately to mind!

Jeremy and Billy were the oldest children in the day care center, both at
5 years of age.  In reality, they should both be in kindergarten, however,
they were both born just days before the cut off date.  So, for the time
being, Ms. Conover was stuck with the both of them!

Not only were the older than the rest, they were physically bigger than the
rest of the children.  As such, the lorded it over the rest of the the
children, and as boys that age often do, tended to pick on those smaller and
weaker than they were.  Jeremy and Billy had the especially irritating habit
off relentlessly picking on the little girls in the class.

Ms. Conover's thought were interrupted by one of the parents, Mrs.
Klein, greeting her.

"Good morning, Ms Conover," Mrs. Klein beamed.  She seemed to be
in an especially good mood this morning, mused Ms. Conover.  The
gardener must be paying her a visit today.  She was tempted to tell Mrs.
Klein exactly what she thought of this "extracurricular" practice, and how
it was effecting her son Kenny, but it wasn't her place.  

She just bit her tongue, smiled back, and replied sweetly, "Good morning
to you, Mrs. Klein."

Kenny was standing right beside his mother.  He looked up at his parent,
whining, "Aw Mom.  I don't want to go to day care today.  Can't I stay
homw with you?"

"No Kenny.  You go with Ms. Conover.  Mommy has  things' to do
today.  You'll have fun here with the rest of your friends."

"They ain't my friends.  I don't like it here!" he started to pout.

Mrs. Klein grew very stern.  "What did I tell you about using that word
young man?  If you want to pout, I'll give you something to pout about."

Ms Conover didn't like where this was going.  It was escalating rapidly,
and Mrs. Klein's tone was getting increasingly threatening.  Ms. Conover
hated violence of any type, particularly against children.  It was time to
intervene.  

She reached out here hand toward Kenny, imploring him softly, "Come
on Kenny.  We'll have fun today, you'll see.  You can be my special
helper today...."

That made Kenny's eyes light up.  Being Ms. Conover's special helper
carried some prestige at the day care center, and even hellions like Jeremy
and Billy vied for the privilege of that title.

"Really....?" questioned Kenny.  He had never been chosen as the special
helper before.

"You bet Honey!"

Kenny reached up, taking Ms. Conover's hand, and stepping away from
his mother.  Mrs. Klein mouthed the words "Thank You" to Ms Conover.
Ms. Conover just nodded, acutely aware that she just made herself an
unwitting accomplice to Mrs. Klein's indiscretion.

As Mrs. Klein drove away, Ms. Conover mentally kicked herself.

She urgred Kenny, "Honey?  Why don't you go and play in the
playground with the other children, while I go in and get ready for class."

"Okay Ms. Conover...." squealed the child, as he let go of her hand, and
dashed off toward where the other children had congregated.  She
followed the little boy with her eyes.  She sighed deeply when she spied
Jeremy and Billy already engaged in their bedevilment of the younger kids.

"This is going to be a long day," whispered Ms. Conover to herself.

The departure of Kenny left Ms. Conover left Ms. Conover to further
contemplate the behavior of Jeremy and Billy.  If memory served her, and
it usually did, the boys were particularly mean to a little three year old
girl by the name of Chrissy Conners.

Ms. Conover didn't understand exactly why the boys had targeted this
little girl, among all of the other girl's.  She was by a large margin,
physically the smallest child in the class.  She was very undersized for her
age.  On the other hand, she was an extremely beautiful child.  When she
grew up she was going to be a real heartbreaker.  Chrissy's personality
was as sweet and demure as her appearence.  It was such a shame that
she was picked on by Jeremy and Billy.

Then a thought occured to her.  She remembered a blurb that she had
read in her child psychology text book.  Little boys that age tended to
shoe affection to girls by teasing them, and picking on them.  It made
sense!  The boys were mean to Chrissy because she was, by far, the
prettiest little girl, and thet both liked her!

Ms. Conover was almost to the front door of the center when someone
called out to her from behind her.

"Betty?" came a female voice.

Only one person called her by her first name.  Janet Conners, Chrissy's
mom.  Ms Conover spun on her heel, as Janet closed the gap between
them.

"Good morning, Betty."

"You too, Janet."  Ms. Conover genuinely liked Janet who was always
kind to her.  She noticed that Janet was holding the hand of Chrissy, who
was standing innocently by her side.  As usual, Chrissy was dressed as
cute as a button.

"I just wanted to tell you that Bill will be picking Chrissy up after work
tonight because I have a meeting.  He may be a few minutes late.  That
won't be a problem will it."

Bill was Janet's husband, and Chrissy's father.  Ms Conover rarely, if
ever, saw Bill drop off, or pick up his daughter.  That was usually Janet's
job, as Bill was usually very busy at his job as an investment banker.  At
times he acted as if the chore of day care was beneath him.  He alwayd
seemed so unaware of what was happening with his child.

"Oh no, Janet.  It's no problem at all.  I'll stick around until Bill get's
here," assured Ms. Conover.

"Thanks Betty.  You're a lifesaver....as usual.  You're still coming over for
dinner on Saturday right?"

"Absolutely.  I wouldn't miss it for the world."  Janet was one of the few
parents that Ms. Conover was proud to call her friend.

Janet leaned down to her little daughter, kissing her on the cheek.  "You
have a good day Sweetheart.  Daddy will come to pick you up tonight. 
I want you to be good for Ms. Conover today."

"I will Mommy," said Chrissy, hugging her mother snuggly.

Janet Conners left her daughter in the care of Betty Conover.  Both Ms.
Conover and Chrissy watched Janet's vehicle drive away.  After it
disappeared from view, Ms. Conover looked down at her young charge,
instructing, "Why don't you go out in the playground with the other
children until class starts, Chrissy."

Chrissy glanced over to the playground where she saw the sight of her
dual nemesis pushing around two other kids.  She moved behind the legs
of Ms. Conover so that Jeremy or Billy wouldn't see her.  She was clearly
terrified of those boys.

"Do I haveta Ms. Conover.  Can't I come with you?"

Ms. Conover saw where Chrissy was looking, and understood where the
girl was coming from.  She looked earnestly at Chrissy, squatting down as
far as she could go, so that they were relatively eye-to-eye.

"You know Honey, I think Jeremy and Billy really like you a lot.  They just
don't know how to tell you that, so they pick on you.  Boys are like that."

"Really Ms. Conover?"

"Really and truly, Chrissy!  I bet if you went over and told them that you
like them, they would stop picking on you."

Chrissy hesitated.  She wasn't sure.  "Can't I come with you?"

Ms. Conover couldn't expect Chrissy to just jump in and try her
suggestion.  Perhaps later, she thought.

"Sure, Honey.  C'mon inside with me.  You can help me set up."

Ms. Conover went into the day care center, where they both deposited
their coats, and belongings in the proper places.  However, went Ms.
Conover tried to set her oversized purse on the counter, she heard a loud
"CLANK."

She reached into her bag to pull out the lamp she found under the
dumpster.  Chrissy saw what Ms. Conover held in her hands, and asked
her, "What's that Ms. Conover?"

"That's just an old lamp that I found on the way to work Honey."

Chrissy was fascinated by the thing.  "Can I play with it, Ms. Conover?"

"I don't know...."

"Please....I promise that I'll be careful."

Chrissy stared at her with the most innocent eyes.  How could anyone
resist the plea of such a sweet child?  Ms. Conover gazed at the lamp,
then at Chrissy.  She didn't see that any harm that could come of it.  It
was just a junky old lamp wasn't it?

Ms. Conover handed the lamp down to the three-year old, instructing her,
"Now you be good, and go play quietly, while I get ready for class.  We'll
be starting soon."

"....okay Ms. Conover...."

**********

(authors note) Here is the next part, before we get back to our regularly 
scheduled story.

**********

Meanwhile, within the pocket realm of the lamp, Scheherazade roamed
through the garden that she had created with her self-magic.  The Djinn
was nowhere to be found.  Her Lord had not paid a visit to her in some
time, although it was impossible to measure time in this place.  Even when
he was here the last time she found the Djinn to be distracted by
something he called the "Eye of Allah."

Scheherazade sighed.  She did not know what this "Eye of Allah" was, but
then, there were many things which she did not know of Djinnar.  She
would not be permitted to see Djinnar for another 1500 years, as she was
confined to either her pocket realm, or her former world, when
summoned.

In truth, although she had only been here a relatively short time, and there
were many things for her to explore with her powers, Scheherazade was
very bored.  Even when she was Tony, she was a "people person."  She
needed the contact and interaction with others to be truly happy.

Scheherazade no longer regretted what she now was.  She only thought
very rarely of her former, mundane, existence as the stud Tony.  However,
she did miss her former friends, and longed to see them.  Scheherazade
smiled slightly to herself knowing, with the exception of Hal, no one would
recognize her.  Wouldn't they all be surprised to know that the person
who was formerly their friend Tony, was now this diminutive yet
outrageously voluptuous creature?   Not would they be surprised, they
would be stunned, if they knew that she was happy to be this
creature....especially Tony's former girlfriends!

Out of no where, Scheherazade's mind was filled with the image of a
small, sweet child nearby, yet just beyond her reach.  This was something
very new to her existence, perhaps a new manifestation of her abilities yet
to be explored.  This cheered her greatly....something to break her ennui.

Scheherazade did not fight this new manifestation of power as she had
when she first gained her abilities.  She had quickly learned to let go, open
herself up, and let the power come to her.  The Djinn told her that is
something that the initiates do not master for about 1000 years, and the
reason for the usual, initial length of servitude.  Yet she had mastered it as
if born to it!  That is exactly what Scheherazade did here, letting herself
go.

She felt the image resolve in her mind's eye, closing her eyes to block out
all light.  The child was no more than three years old, yet looked more like
two, due to her small stature.  She was smaller than most girls her age. 
However, she was extremely pretty.  Long, sandy blonde hair, with a
slight natural curl, was tied with a pink bow so that it flowed unhindered
down her back to her waist.  The little girl had a heart shaped face, with
the beginnings of cute little cupid's bow lips.

Chrissy!  A name suddenly sprang into her mind.  That was the name of
the little girl.  Scheherazade held herself very still now.  All that she
could feel now was the artificial breeze, which she had created, caress the 
bare skin not covered by her harem pants, and scant top.  She had only one
thought.  How could she possibly know all of this about this girl?

It had to be the lamp!  Someone new had the lamp, probably this child. 
Scheherazade focused even further.  Yes, she was correct.  Chrissy was
the new possessor of the lamp, her new master.  In some way, not yet
known to her, Scheherazade was becoming attuned to the lamp.

It occurred to her that perhaps this was yet another refinement of her
powers.  According to the Djinn, she was so far advanced already, and
this just might be the latter stage of her education.  When Scheherazade
concentrated one more time, the soul of Chrissy was laid bare to her.  She
could instantly see inside of her being, hear her thoughts, and know all that
she was.

Scheherazade opened her eyes, jumping up and down in glee.  Her
monstrous breasts bounced up and down in their support as she did so,
and her extremely long hair flew all around her.  She had long since gotten
used to these once alien sensations, and they no longer bothered her.  She
actually had learned to like them quite a bit.  However, now she paid them
no mind.

Scheherazade was very excited.  She now knew that she could connect
with whoever touched the lamp.  She could see all that they were, and
decide whether they were worthy of her servitude or not.  If not, she could
make the lamp slip from their hands.  If they were worthy, she would
serve honestly and fairly, with no wild misinterpretations of their wishes,
as she had done with the thief.  However....if they were pure of heart, she
would use her skill as she originally decided to do! This little girl....Chrissy 
was very pure of heart.  She deserved to have her wishes, her true wishes, 
come true!  There was only one problem.  Scheherazade didn't know how 
she could make herself known to Chrissy, unless Chrissy specifically 
summoned her....

*****************

In the ancient, mystical dimension known as Djinnar, the Blue Djinn knelt
before the Pasha of all Djinn.  The Blue Djinn had requested this audience
before the undisputed ruler of all Djinnar.  His powers were vast, and
rumored to be able altar the very fabric of space and time.  The Blue
Djinn's powers, by comparison, dwarfed those of the Pasha, resembling
mere parlor tricks.

"Why have you asked for this audience Ali?"  The Pasha, since he was the
Pasha, knew all of the real names of his seconds, such as the Green Djinn, 
the Red Djinn, the Yellow Djinn, and so on and so forth.  "I have not
summoned you from your house!"

"I know, oh mighty Pasha.  I seek a boon from you, a favor, for which I
would swear to pay a great price."

That interested the Pasha.  Naturally, he was the most powerful, and could
do anything that he wanted, to anyone he wanted.  It was much more fun
if he got others to do unusual, twisted thing of their own devices. The
Pasha raised one eyebrow.

"You may ask, but be quick about it."

"There is an initiate, who has come under my care, who has shown
abilities far beyond any other initiate I have ever known.  Even now, she
knows near everything which initiates are to learn during their time of
servitude.  Only one thing remains unknown to her."

"What is that Ali?"

"Of course, the last thing known to initiates....the knowledge of entry and
exit from her lamp without being summoned.  Just now she has just
learned how to attune herself to the lamp, so that she can gain knowledge
of the possessor.  Soon she will be able to watch what goes on the mortal
coil from inside the lamp.  As you know, from there it will only be a short
time before she can see Djinnar from her lamp, and then how to get in and
out."

"Extraordinary!" roared the Pasha.  "Her power may nearly be the equal
of yours, or may even surpass it."

"Yes mighty Pasha.  I am aware of that."

"What is it that you seek of me?"

"Her term of servitude was to be the standard 1000 years.  I have added
another 500 years as punishment for early rebellion.  I ask that you grant
her an early cessation from her servitude, and allow her to come to
Djinnar."

"What would she do in Djinnar, Ali?"

"I desire for her to join my harem, Pasha."

The Pasha was stunned.  He had known Ali for many, many millennia.  He
was always arrogant, and haughty, something he liked in a Djinn.  Now he
seemed different.  In all of these years, the Blue Djinn had never been
moved or touched by anyone.  Perhaps....

"There is something more Ali.  I can sense it.  Tell me what it is."

"As usual Pasha, you are all wise, and all knowing.  I fear that this initiate
has captured my heart.  I cannot stand to be without her for one second
longer."

"What is the name of this initiate?"

"Her name is Scheherazade, and she is more beautiful than the desert
sunset."

The Pasha was silent for a moment, the spoke, "Show me what she looks
like."

The Blue Djinn started to conjure a reflecting glass to show the Pasha the
image of Scheherazade. The Pasha shook his head.

"No. No.  Transform yourself into her...."

"Pasha?" questioned the Blue Djinn.

"How can I be expected to assess her charms from only a reflection? 
You must show her to me as she truly is...."

The Blue Djinn was left without a choice.  In order to liberate
Scheherazade from the lamp, he would have to do whatever the Pasha
asked of him.  Certainly, he was no stranger to transforming himself into
a female, although he truly hated it.  The Blue Djinn reveled in his
manliness, especially the size of his penis.  On the rare occasion that he
found it necessary to assume a female form, he usually chose the shape of
a strong, amazonian warrior.  In other words, he was still big and
powerful.  He never chose a shape as petite, and ultra-feminine as
Scheherazade.

The Blue Djinn frowned inwardly, but decided it rather than protest,
incurring the wrath of the Pasha, it was just best to do it, and get it over
with.  He concentrated, furrowing his mighty brow, calling forth the arcane
energies at his disposal.  The shimmering energy surrounded him, infused
him.  The Djinn could feel the overwhelming tingling envelope every inch
of his body, which always preceded a physical transformation.  Hr
surrendered to the eldritch energy, allowing it to do the task for which it
was summoned.

The Pasha watched with a huge grin upon his face.  He knew how much
Ali hated this!  He had always prided himself in being the most male of all
of the Djinn.  It would do him good to be reminded of humility before the
Pasha.  The Pasha intended to test Ali, to see just how much he really
wanted this Scheherazade.

He watched with great amusement as the form of the Blue Djinn shrank
to only a fraction of his former height.  He now stood well below 5' tall. 
The magical energies compressed his waist, softening him as it did so,
while at the same time made his hips flare out, assuming a very feminine
shape.  The energy did not stop there.  Thick blonde hair grew like wild
fire from the Blue Djinn's head, as all of his other bodily hair fell like
snow flakes from his face, chest, arms, and legs.

Massive swells representing outrageously exaggerated breasts push out
from the Djinn's chest, while the enormous bulge in his pants shriveled into
nothingness.  The changes proceeded apace until Scheherazade's exact
twin stood before the Pasha.  The energies completed their task by
altering the Djinn's clothing into a duplicate of the sexy harem outfit that
Scheherazade wore, down to the jewelry, bracelets, piercings and such.

When the transformation was complete, the Pasha inspected, critically, the
person in front of him.  He commented, in true wonderment, "My but she
is an exquisite creature.  I have never seen her match in all of my time in
Djinnar.  Truly, I can see why you are so taken with her. 
Please....approach me."

"W-why?" inquired Ali, in Scheherazade's musical voice.  He was very
nervous now.

"I said approach.  Your's is not to question why.  However, if you must
know, I will tell you.  You, Ali, are the most trusted and most beloved of
all of my Djinn.  I must make sure that this Scheherazade is worthy of you. 
You have been with her, have you not?"

"Yes....Pasha."

"Even her voice is that of angel's singing," the Pasha commented.  "Now
approach!"

The Djinn did as he was told, until he stood right beside the seated form
of the Pasha.

"You must show me how she loves you.  You must show me how she
touches you.  Only then, will I be able to judge if she is worthy of Ali, the
Blue Djinn."  The Pasha was really enjoying himself.  Besides, if Ali chose,
as only he could, he would get to lie with the facsimile of this magnificent
girl.

"No please, my Lord...."  Now the Blue Djinn's plaintive cry really
resembled that of Scheherazade!

"That is my price for a favor Ali.  You said that you would do anything. 
If not, be gone!  Do not waste my time...."

The Blue Djinn was trapped.  In order to get his fair Scheherazade, there
was only one thing that he could do.  He reached down into the lap of the
Pasha and began to rub an already growing erection, even as he knelt to
take him into his mouth....

***************

Tony (the former Hal) sat in  his' living room and just moped.  It had been
a few days since  his' place was burglarized, and the lamp was stolen. 
The police still had no leads.  He didn't care about all of the other stuff,
God knows that he had wished himself enough riches when Scheherazade
was around to replace it all.  All he wanted was the lamp.

In the days that followed the burglary, Tony checked every pawn shop,
every thrift shop, and every place he could think of to find the lamp.  He
had absolutely no luck!  The search for the lamp had approached a kind
of mania, an obsession that he couldn't shake.

Now that he had the solitude of his place to reflect, he knew why.  It
wasn't the lamp, or what it represented, it was Scheherazade!  Since that
fateful night, he had been given everything that he could possibly want.  He
had money in the bank, Tony's face and body, and even Tony's life.  With
the combination of Tony's body, and his personality, women were literally
throwing themselves at his feet.  He had everything that any man could
want!

He should be happy, yet he wasn't.  He realized that he missed her, no
more than that, he was in love with Scheherazade.  A part of him still felt
guilty over his part in her fate, perhaps it always will.  However, before it
all happened, she was his best friend, his pal.  Afterward, she was his
lover, who pleased him in ways that he never thought possible.  The
combination of the two were very powerful.  The only thing that he was
left with was a gnawing at his very being.

Tony knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt that he loved Scheherazade with
all of his heart and soul.  No other woman interested him anymore.  He
had to have her.  He had to be with her for the rest of his life.

He just didn't know how to find her.  That, he thought, is my punishment
for what I did to her....

*********************

Chrissy was playing "tea party" in the alcove, by the toy box at the rear 
of the room.  There was also a television, with a pile of videotapes, which
Ms. Conover played in the afternoon.  She was playing happily, humming
to herself as she did.

Chrissy sat the dusty old lamp in the middle of the miniature table to use
as the tea pot.  In one of the chairs was an oversized teddy bear, while in
the other sat a stuffed version of Mickey Mouse.  Chrissy sat in the third
chair, pretending to pour out tea to her other companions.

"Here's some tea for you Mickey....and some for you Teddy."

The old lamp was very large, and Chrissy had to use both hands so that
she would not drop it.  Ms. Conover, could hear, her pretend play from
where she stood, so she glanced over at her sweet little charge to see
what she was doing.  The sight of Chrissy playing "tea party" brought a
smile to her face, triggering pleasant memories of when she was a child.

Unfortunately, Betty Conover had not been a beautiful child like Chrissy
when she was little.  In fact, it was quite the opposite.  Growing up,
people always told her the story of "The Ugly Duckling," and promised
her that one day she would blossom to become a pretty girl.  That
blossoming never came!

Ms. Conover was now just an older version of the homely youth.  In her
bare feet she was no more than 5'2" tall.  However, her weight belied her
small stature, as she weighed about 160 lbs.  It just seemed so difficult to
keep the weight off.  Ms. Conover kept her hair on the short side because
it always tended to be on the frizzy side, which was a shame because
longer hair would have helped to hide her pudgy face, and double chin. 
Although she was only 35 years old, a good amount of gray hair was
sneaking up on her.

No men called her name.  No man had her name upon his lips.  The most
incredible thing about the whole thing was that Ms. Conover's personality
had not been damaged by a less than desirable exterior.  In fact, her
personality was sparkling and warm.  If you talked to her for even a
minute, you felt as if you had known her your whole life.  That was the real
shame of it!  If people only judged her by what was inside, rather than
what was on the outside, she would have been happily married a long time
ago.

Chrissy needed to find something else for the fourth, empty chair at the
table.  She got up from her place, walking around toward the big toy box.
As she did, she brushed up against the stack of videotapes, knocking them
to the floor with a loud crash.  The loud noise made Chrissy jump.

"Ohh...." she cried, startled.

Ms. Conover rushed over in a hurry.  "Chrissy?  What was that?  Are you 
okay?"

"I-I'm sorry, Ms. Conover.  I knocked over the videotapes.  It was an
accident.  Honest."

A little tear trickled down Chrissy's cheek.  She trembled all over.

Ms. Conover saw how frightened Chrissy was, and hugged her, in order
to comfort her. "Shh!  It's okay Honey.  There was no harm done.  Just
pick up the videotapes, and put them back.  Everything will be okay.  All
right?"

Chrissy's tears dried up with Ms. Conover's soothing words.  "Okay,
Ms. Conover.  I will."

Ms. Conover went back to what she was going, while Chrissy began to
pick up the fallen videotapes.  As she picked them up, one by one, and
placed them into their rightful place, she looked at each one...just to see
if it was something that she liked.  Chrissy picked up the tape labeled
"Aladdin," stopping to look at the picture on the cover.  Something in the
picture caught her attention....the picture of the lamp!

Chrissy looked at the picture, and then back toward her "tea pot" sitting
upon the table.  They looked identical.  That is when she got the idea that
instead of "tea party," she would play "Aladdin."  She could pretend that
she had a genie and everything.  After all, The movie "Aladdin" was one
of Chrissy's very favorites!

She quickly cleaned up the rest of the videotapes, and returned to her
chair at the little table.  Chrissy looked suspiciously at the dirty lamp. 
Cautiously she licked two of her fingers so that she could clean the lamp. 
Exactly how did they do it in the movie?  That's right, Aladdin rubbed the
lamp.  So Chrissy rubbed her damp fingers against the dingy surface of the
lamp, smudging the dirt that was there.

**********************

Inside the lamp, Scheherazade had been waiting, patiently for Chrissy to
summon her.  She wasn't exactly sure that she would be able to figure out
how to do so, as she was only a three-year-old girl.  If only she could
speak to her somehow, surmised Scheherazade.  Then she would be able
to talk her potential new master through it.

The moments of contact with Chrissy were very brief, and were much too
short to try and contact her.  Scheherazade imagined those snippets of
contact must be when Chrissy was physically touching the lamp.  That had
to be it!

Scheherazade suddenly remembered what the Blue Djinn told her about
the "Eye of Allah," the jewel by which he see her former world.  He could
speak mind to mind without even having to leave the jewel.  He could see
what was happening outside the jewel, as if he were watching a monitor.
It had to do something with physical contact with the article, and the
current possessor of the "Eye of Allah" wore it as a ring.

That was it!!  Scheherazade almost jumped completely out of her harem
pants.  As a lamp, her master would only touch it briefly.  As an article of
jewelry, it would allow continued contact, under which a connection could
be formed.  She may be able to speak mind to mind like the Blue Djinn,
and see outside the lamp, even though she was trapped within.  She was
very excited about this potentially new refinement of her power.

No sooner had Scheherazade figured out this facet of her power than she
felt a familiar tingling all over her body.  This was the sensation that she
always experienced just before she transformed into a mist-like substance. 
That meant that Chrissy had figured out how to summon her.

Scheherazade looked down at herself, past the mountainous swells of her
breasts, and watched as she became transparent, dissolving into a pink
shimmering cloud.  It was not an unpleasant feeling.  She retained all of 
her consciousness, and yet felt so light and carefree!  There was no time
to enjoy the feeling as she felt the tug or pull elsewhere.

She knew from past experience that she was being drawn out through the
spout of the lamp into the material world beyond.

*********************

As rapidly as Scheherazade felt herself dematerialize inside the lamp, she
sensed herself solidify outside the confines of her lamp.  She blinked twice,
turning her head to verify her surroundings.  Indeed, she was standing in
the toy alcove of a day care unit, with a very surprised looking girl staring
at her.  Chrissy's eyes were as wide as saucers in disbelief.

Scheherazade, as she was compelled to do, by the various enchantments
which bound her, greeted Chrissy.  She folded her hands in front of her,
in a praying position, stating, "Greetings young Mistress.  What is thy
bidding?  Your wish is but my command."

Ms. Conover was busy in the back, and not yet heard what was going on.

"W-who are y-you?" stammered Chrissy, suddenly afraid again.

"Why I am the Djinnee of the lamp, Mistress.  You know this, for I have
seen it within your mind."

"B-but my Mommy told me that genies aren't real.  She said  Aladdin'
was just make believe...."

Scheherazade sighed.  This was going to be difficult teaching such a small
child how to use her.  It did occur to her that she could test out her theory
about the lamp connection with someone like Chrissy.  For now, she
would have to use a soft touch with her Mistress.

Scheherazade knelt down on her knees so that she could speak to Chrissy
from her perspective.  Since Scheherazade was so short herself, it  was
not too difficult.  Once on her knees she gazed at Chrissy as non-threatening
as possible.

"Chrissy, honey?  It's true.  I really am a Djinnee, just like in Aladdin. 
Since you now had the lamp, and rubbed it, I am your Djinnee.  I have to
do just as you say.  However you have to say the words  I wish' just like
in the movies."

Chrissy just stared at Scheherazade in absolute wonderment.  Finally, she
was able to mutter, softly, "Really and truly?"

"Really and truly, Honey...  I wouldn't tell fibs to you."  Scheherazade was
starting to get through to Chrissy.

Children are at their very heart, the most trusting of creatures.  Chrissy
was no different.  She took several small steps forward up to Scheherazade 
so that she was standing right in front of her.  She reached up, touching 
Scheherazade's smooth face with her small child's hand, just
to verify what she was seeing.

"You're pretty!  What's your name?"

Scheherazade thought this was the most beautiful, perfect child she had
ever seen, even in her years as Tony.  "Thank you Mistress you are too
kind.  My name is Scheherazade."

Chrissy tried to say the name of the Djinnee,
"Schear...uh....Sheery....um..." However she failed miserably!

Scheherazade took mercy upon her young master.  "You can call me Shay
for short...okay Honey?"

"Okay!" exclaimed Chrissy happily.  "Do you wanna play with me Shay?"

Before Scheherazade could answer, the both of them could hear Ms.
Conover starting to come back.

"I can't Mistress. I'm afraid that if your teacher saw me, she would not
understand.  She may try to take the lamp from you."

Chrissy looked Scheherazade up and down, and surprisingly came up with
the perfect answer, "You could change your clothes Shay, so that you
looked like everyone else...."

Scheherazade raised one eyebrow.  This was a perfect time to teach the
young child.  "What are the magic words Chrissy?"

She chirped joyously, as if a child at play, "I wish you would dress
normally."

With those words, the Djinnee felt the power that was hers begin to well
up with in her. She reached up to her earlobe, tugging it gently.  It was
almost second nature now.

Another shimmering pink cloud swept down out of nowhere surrounding
Scheherazade.  Her skimpy harem outfit, along with all of the jewelry,
twisted into totally new shapes.  In a matter of seconds, her old set of
clothes morphed into a pair of g-string panties, tight, worn jeans, bra, and
sweater.  The Arabian slippers, shifted into a pair of off colored tennis
shoes.  Scheherazade's little fez was gone, and her hair cascaded over her
shoulders and back, to her rear end.

Chrissy laughed in glee, clapping her hands, "That was fun.  Do something
else Shay...."

Now Ms. Conover entered the room in earnest.  The first thing that she
noticed was the presence of a strange woman in the back of the room with
Chrissy.  Not only was she a strange woman, she was extremely beautiful,
and overly endowed...like a stripper.  She couldn't let and her children
around such people!

"Excuse me?" she cried out loud enough for Chrissy and Scheherazade to
hear.  "Move away from that child.  We do not like your kind around
here."  Ms. Conover quickly covered the distance between herself and the
others.

Now that Ms. Conover was close to them, she was extremely surprised
to see that this new woman was quite a bit shorter than she was.  It
stunned her so because no one was shorter than she was.  This new
woman could only have been about 4'8" tall, as short as some children. 
The massive breasts marked her as someone who was obviously not a
child.

Scheherazade was instantly enraged by, not only the tone of Ms.
Conover's voice, but her clear implication.  Even though she had long
since grown accustomed to this body, she had not yet had extensive
experience of others' reaction to it.

"What do you mean my kind?"

Ms. Conover spoke sternly, "You know....a hooker or a stripper or
something...."

Chrissy interrupted, "This is Shay, Ms. Conover.  She's my friend."

They both looked at Chrissy, but only Ms. Conover replied, "Oh really?"

"Yeah.  She said that she was thinking of having her little girl come here. 
She was asking me how I liked it here."

Scheherazade glowed with warm affection with this precious little girl. 
She had lied to protect her!

Ms. Conover turned toward Scheherazade.  "Is this the truth?"

Scheherazade didn't miss a beat.  "Yes, Ms. Conover.  It is!  I must say
that your attitude has left me with some doubts.  Now I am not sure...."

Ms. Conover apologized profusely.  She was greatly embarrassed, and
offered any assistance that she might need in choosing a day care facility.

Scheherazade dismissed Ms. Conover, "If you can just let me talk to
Chrissy here.  She can tell me whatever I need to know..."

Ms. Conover turned and walked away without so much as a word.  Every
few steps she looked over her shoulder back at the two of them.  Even
when she had returned to her desk, she continued to watch them warily!

"Such a rude person," Scheherazade remarked once Ms. Conover was
out of earshot.

"Why did she call you a hooker or a stripper Shay?" inquired Chrissy.

Scheherazade lifted her huge, heavy breasts in response to her Mistresses
question, "It's because of these Mistress."

"She called you a name because you have big boobies?  Were they bad
names Shay?"

It was much too early for such an innocent child to learn about such things. 
"No Sweetie.  They were just names.  She didn't mean them.  Why is she
so mad Chrissy?"

Innocently, and with no malice, Chrissy whispered, "That's because your
a lot prettier than she is.  She gets  like that when there is someone around
who is prettier than she is.  She's really, really nice though."

"Okay young Mistress, what is your wish?"

Chrissy thought for only a second.  Since she was so pure of heart, her
first wish was completely selfless, "I wish that Ms. Conover could be
pretty too, so that she could be happy."

The words invoked the power.  Chrissy watched as Scheherazade
reached up, tugging her right ear.  Once again pink energy appeared out
of nowhere.  However, this time, it zipped toward the front of the room,
circling around Ms. Conover.

Ms. Conover looked up just into time to see the pink shimmering cloud
coming at her.  She got up to try to run, and tried to scream, but it was
much too late.  The scream got caught in her throat, as she was enveloped
inside the cloud, falling to the floor.

She felt like a thousand different hands were pushing on her here, pulling
on her there.  Ms. Conover felt literally like she was being pulled apart, or
more accurately stretched.  Indeed, her 5'2" frame lengthened
considerably to 5'10" tall, thinning out as it did so.

Ms. Conover looked at her hands, and gasped as her finger also became
thin, very fine.  Her fingernails grew out about an inch from their normal
nail bitten stubby length, changing color to a deep crimson red.  She didn't
understand what was happening to her.  She looked up from inside the
cloud, finding Chrissy and the woman she knew as Shay.  Chrissy just
stared, awed by the whole thing, while the woman had an expression of
satisfaction on her face.

She didn't have much time to think about that expression, as the changes
came faster and faster.  Ms. Conover sensed the excess fat on her melting
away.  She actually felt her skin become soft and smooth.  Simultaneously
she felt tingling on her scalp, face, lips, neck, breasts, and even in her
throat.

A minute later the sensations started to fade.  Ms. Conover felt dizzy,
disoriented.  She attempted to stand up, but when she did she saw that
everything seemed much shorter than it did before.  There was long
blonde hair hanging in her face.  She went to move the hair out of her face,
however, when she did, her forearm brushed against a familiar, if
overstated face.  She had to flip very long and thick honey blonde hair
away from her face.  When, Ms Conover looked down upon herself, she
gasped at the sight of larger breasts on a slender, tall, model type body.

"Oh God.  What happened?" she cried.  Even her voice was a sultry
soprano.

In the rear of the room, Chrissy and Scheherazade saw a gorgeous tall
woman rise where once there was the dumpy Ms. Conover.  She was the
type of woman which was more at place on the cover of "Cosmopolitan"
than in day care center.  This was the type of woman which would have
to beat men away with a baseball bat.  Cindy Crawford had nothing on
this girl, who appeared to be no more than 21 years of age.

Scheherazade shifted her attention back to her young Mistress,
questioning, "Is that what you had in mind Mistress?"

"She's very pretty now Shay, but no one will remember her.  No one will
know who she is..."

This was another opportunity for Scheherazade to train her Mistress. 
"Well, Sweetheart, you know what to do."

Chrissy didn't hesitate, knowing exactly what to do, despite her tender
years.  "I wish people would remember Ms. Conover as she is, not as she
used to be."

"As you wish Mistress..."

This time, Scheherazade let the power build a little before discharging it. 
She hated to do it, as it involved some pain, but when you seek to change
the collective memory of everyone, it took a massive amount of power.
Scheherazade's skill had grown to such a degree that she was able to
affect the change, although it did tire her a great degree.

Scheherazade felt suddenly very faint.  The last bit of magic took a lot out
of her.

Chrissy noticed right away, being the perceptive child that she was.  She
asked with a tone of great concern to her voice, "Are you okay Shay?"

Scheherazade got down on her knees once again.  The tone of her
Mistress' concern touched her deeply.  She hugged Chrissy, drawing her
into her deep cleavage.  For a second, Scheherzade felt a flash of
something she could only describe as a maternal instinct.  It was an odd
feeling especially since she used to be a very macho man!

"I'm just very tired Honey.  I'm going to have to rest in my lamp for a
while.  Okay?"

Just then, the two of them heard the combined noise of the rest of the
children coming into the day care class.  This would be a good time for
Scheherazade to make her exit.  However, she would have to make this
quick.

Chrissy looked very sad, with her lower lip pushing out in a heart
wrenching pout.  "B-but I don't want you to go. I like you...."

"I'll only be gone a little while.  I will come back."

"You promise?"

"Promise!" replied Scheherazade.  She really liked this little girl!

With that she was gone, disappearing as she came into the lamp.  Not
even the new Ms. Conover saw, since she was to busy inspecting her new
self.

*********************

Elsewhere, a very naked Pasha was startled into wakefulness by a ripple
through the space time continuum.  Only beings as powerful as he would
be able to detect such a ripple.  It was the unmistakable ripple of a new
being of power flexing his/her new powers.  There was no doubt who that
being was.

The Pasha glanced lustfully down at the naked spent form of the facsimile
of the creature whom he suspected to be he source of the ripple.  He said
only one thing to the feminized Blue Djinn:

"I think we have a problem...."

********************

The little children of the Woodbridge Day Care Center filed into the main
room of the center.  As they passed the tall, classically beautiful woman
at the front of the room, each child greeted her, "Good Morning Ms.
Conover."  Even the two brats, Jeremy and Billy greeted her, and
acknowledged her as their teacher, Ms. Conover.

One little girl, Jennie Adams, looked adoringly up at her teacher to say, "I
hope that I'm as pretty as you are some day Ms. Conover...."

Indeed, as each of the members of the preschool class took their assigned
place, Ms. Conover saw each of the little boys staring at her with the look
of an innocent crush.

Ms. Conover was very confused.  Not only had she been inexplicably
transformed into someone much taller and thinner than she was,
everybody seemed to recognize her.  Nobody was reacting as if anything
was out of the ordinary.  All of the children were treating her as if this was
the way she had always been.

The only things that hadn't changed were her clothes.  However, because
she was so tall now, the dress which used to fall just above the knee, now
fell only to the level of her mid to upper thigh.  She filled the upper half
of the dress a lot better too!  Only the waist was loose, depicting the former
dimensions of her abdomen.  Fortunately, the dress was belted, so she
unbuckled the belt, drawing it in so that the garment fit her new
dimensions.  The belt kept going and going, causing Ms. Conover to gasp. 
She was so slender now.

Little Chrissy Conners appeared at Ms. Conover's side.  When the rest
of the children started to enter the room, she carefully hid the lamp at the
bottom of the toy box.  She really wanted to be able to play with Shay
later, so she couldn't very well have anybody else play with the lamp.  No
one would ever think of looking at the bottom of the toy box.

Chrissy looked up at Ms. Conover.  "I like you a lot better this way Ms.
Conover.  You're a lot prettier this way!"

Ms. Conover just stared down at Chrissy.  Of course, she thought. 
Chrissy would know who she used to be.  She had been in the room when
she had suddenly changed into this new person.  Ms. Conover made a
mental note to question Chrissy about it later.  Perhaps she would have
some clue as to what happened to her.

Not only that, but she longed to look in a mirror.  Many of the kids had
already called her pretty.  That was an adjective she couldn't ever recall
anyone using to describe her.

She was just about to ask Chrissy a question when Mr. James arrived late
with his four-year-old son Bobby.

"I'm sorry I'm late Ms. Conover, but traffic was just plain scary.  Bobby,
go take your seat."

The little child went scrambling toward his seat, with Chrissy chasing after
him.  Bobby was one of Chrissy's friends in the class!  That left Jasper
James and Betty Conover a moment alone to talk.

Jasper James was one of the richest single men in town, also one of the
best looking.  His slight Texas accent just added to his charm.  Ms.
Conover always harbored a crush of her own upon this man.  His image
often filled her sexual fantasies when she was forced to satisfy herself. 
Unfortunately, the man had never looked at her with anything more than
a passing acknowledgment of her existence.

This morning, however, Jasper looked at Ms. Conover with a much
different expression.  It was one that Ms. Conover had never seen before,
one of pure desire and lust.  

Since she did not recognize that expression, she was compelled to ask
Jasper, "Are you all right, Mr. James?"

"Betty?  How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jasper?"

Ms. Conover searched her memory.  She didn't ever recall him saying that
to her....

Jasper continued, "I keep asking myself why someone as gorgeous as
yourself is workin' in a day care center.  Why you could be a model, or
a movie star."

Ms. Conover was naturally stunned by all of this.  She moved to cover up
as best as she could.  "Uh....I just like children.  That's all.  This is the
only thing I ever wanted to do."

"Well you'd make a right fine mother!  In fact you'd make a good mommy
for my Bobby!"

This made Ms. Conover blush.

"What do you say?  Would ya like to go out on a date with me on Friday 
night?

What else could she say?  This was one of her fondest wishes.  Before she
could even remember her current odd circumstances, she cried out, "Yes,
oh yes!  I'd love to go out with you!"

That made all of the children in the room giggle madly.

"It's all set then." replied Jasper James happily, kissing Ms. Conover on
the cheek.  "I'll send my limo around to pick you up about 8:00 o'clock. 
Okay?"

Ms. Conover was very flustered. "Um....yeah.  That's fine."

Jasper waved good bye to his son, and to Ms. Conover, and was off.
As she stood there swooning, she realized that her entire day care class
was singing/chanting as one, "MS. CONOVER'S GOT A
BOYFRIEND!  MS. CONOVER'S GOT A BOYFRIEND!"

She really had to look into a mirror!

**************************

It was about 9:30 o'clock a.m.  Tony/Hal had been searching the garbage
dump, and various goodwill for the better part of 3 hours.  Now he was
reduced to an activity affectionately termed "dumpster diving."  

The police had still not been able to come up with any leads as to the
whereabouts of the lamp.  Therefore, he reasoned that, since the lamp was
dusty and dirty, any thief may have concluded that it was worthless.  There
was a reasonable shot that the burglar, or burglars, simply disregarded the
lamp into the trash.  At least he hoped so!

The multiple episodes of "dumpster diving" had rendered Tony/Hal a
smelly, messy wreck.  He didn't care though.  He would keep on going
until he found the precious lamp!

He had worked his way up and down First Street, stopping in each
alleyway to search the dumpster or trash cans.  Now he found himself at
the last alley immediately before the intersection of First Street and Oak
Avenue. He heard the rustling first...the sound of another person digging
in and around the dumpster.

"Hello?" Tony/Hal called out.

The head of a woman, who he would consider quite attractive had her
make up been ruined, emerged from inside the dumpster.  The woman
was also sporting a black eye, and a busted lip.  Tony took one step
closer, so that he could see inside the dumpster.

The trampy clothes of the young woman were also ruined.  They were
torn and ripped in many places, exposing various parts of her anatomy.
Tony/Hal could see from his current vantage point that this woman had
quite the impressive body to go along with her pretty face.  He guessed
from her manner of dress/make-up and her body type that she must be a
street walker.

"Did you lose your purse Miss?" inquired Tony/Hal.

"I ain't a Miss, buddy!!" came back an angered reply, in a contralto voice
that said just the opposite.

"Excuse M-me?" stammered a totally stunned Tony/Hal.

The woman attempted to crawl out of the dumpster.  However, she was
so short that it was obvious that she needed help.   Tony/Hal moved to
help her, just as any gentleman would, only to have his hand violently
shoved away.

"I said I ain't no woman, and I don't need no help neither!" exclaimed the
woman.

As she crawled out of the dumpster, Tony/Hal could see under her short
skirt to what was underneath.  She wasn't wearing any panties.  There,
exposed for the whole world to see was a very female vaginal slit.

When she was out of the dumpster, she looked up into the face of
Tony/Hal.  God, how she hated being so short!  She followed his eyes,
realizing what he had been watching.

Tony/Hal gulped.  "You sure look like a woman to me...."

The woman dismissed Tony/Hal by retorting, "Aw, you wouldn't believe
me anyways!"

Tony/Hal had seen many strange things since the night of that fateful
costume party, so he wasn't one to be disbelieving things.  "Why don't
you try me Miss.?"

The girl really got irritated now.  "Look Mac.  I ain't no woman.  I already
told you that.  I had this lamp, an a genie came out.  She turned me into
this hooker.  I've spent the last few days bein' screwed by a gang.  I only
now just got away."

Tony/Hal grew very excited.  Finally, there was a lead.  There could only
be one lamp, and one person who could have done this.  He needed more
information.  "Where did you get the lamp?"

"I robbed an apartment over on Fifth, not that it matters none.  That's
where I got it."

"That was  my' apartment you thief.  That was my lamp."  Tony/Hal cried,
angry now.  He rushed up, grabbing the woman's arm.

"OW," she protested.  "That hurts!"

Tony/Hal had very little sympathy at this point, "Good.  I hope it does.  If
you ask me, you got everything that you deserved."  As he said the word
"deserved" he grabbed the thief's gigantic boob.

"D-don't d-do that," she pleaded.  "Y-you d-don't know what that does
to me."

"What does it do, exactly?" inquired Tony/Hal, changing his grabbing
motion to more of a caress.  He could feel extremely large nipples starting
to swell.

"No...please.  Don't!" she sobbed.  

It was no use.  Tony released her arm with his other hand, and began to
fondle her other breast.  This bastard had robbed him and took
Scheherazade from him.  He deserved to exact some type of revenge
upon him/her.

The teasing was more than the transformed thief could bear.  He hastily
unbuckled Tony/Hal's pant, and pulled them, along with his underwear
down to his ankles.  She pulled him behind the dumpster so that no
passerby could see what she was about to do.  She hated this, but the
enchantment placed upon her was too strong to resist.  The thief dropped
to her knees, hungrily taking Tony/Hal's engorged tool into her mouth.

She despised how even the sight and smell of such a thing excited her so. 
It didn't even matter that he smelled disgusting or that he was covered in
garbage from his earlier activities.

A few minutes later, she was finished.  She licked her lips greedily to get
every last drop of Tony/Hal's bodily fluid.  Tony/Hal looked down at her
without a bit of remorse over the fate of the thief.

"Where's the lamp now, bitch?"

The thief adjusted his anatomy in his torn clothes.  "I-I don't know.  I
dropped it here when the gang found me like I am.  Someone else must
have found it."

Tony/Hal pulled his pants back up, zipping up his fly loudly.  Thoughtfully,
he pulled a $20 bill from his wallet, and flung it at the thief.

"Here.  For services rendered!  You are a whore, after all...."

Tony/Hal left her crying there.  On one hand he was encouraged by the
fact the lamp was out there.  On the other hand, he was concerned with
his former best friend's motivation that she could do this to another
person....no matter how bad they were!  Unbidden, his guilt over his role
in all of this arose, like bile in his throat.  He was going to be sick....

********************

In the mystical land of Djinnar, the Pasha checked, for what was about the
100th time, the text on the dog-eared page of the "Tarizza."  The
"Tarizza" was an ancient tome written by Allah himself, which chronicled
all that was, and all there was yet to be.

The passage was unmistakable in its meaning:

     And lo' there shall walk one among you who is
     of Djinnar, yet is not.
     She shall be as lovely as a desert flower yet will
     wield powers beyond her ken.
     Rejoice, for she shall be my Avatar, purifying
      mighty Djinnar for my return!
     Her powers will be the equal of none, so that none
     may bar her way.
     Accept her as your Queen, for her generosity, as well
     as her anger shall be boundless.
     Rejoice, for only she can lead Djinnar to a Golden
     Age, and its rightful destiny....

The ripple the Pasha had felt, along with the knowledge related to him by
the Blue Djinn all pointed to one inescapable conclusion.  Scheherazade
was the Avatar.  

The Pasha shuddered where he stood.  This meant that if Scheherazade
could not be stopped she would succeed him as the undisputed leader of
Djinnar.  All that he had, all that he conspired to have as the Pasha would
be taken from him.  He would be, at most, merely a Djinn like his Blue
Djinn subject to the will of another.

No!  This would never happen!  He had been Pasha too long, and liked
all that he had too much.  His only hope was to keep her happy and in his
service. For that, the Pasha would have to rely upon the influence of the
Blue Djinn.  If not.....

He was too terrified to think.  If anyone else ever knew about this
prophecy, he would be doomed.  With a simple gesture, the page burst
into flame, leaving only ashes in its wake.

"HA!" he roared.  "No one will ever know that Scheherazade is the
Avatar."

In the back of the room, the Black Djinn, currently in the form of a
common housefly, chuckled inwardly to himself.  He mused, no one
indeed!  We shall see dear Pasha....

********************

Scheherazade rested inside the confines of her lamp.  She couldn't ever
recall being this depleted after using her magic.  She wasn't this tired even
when she used her powers for the first time.  Clearly, something was going
on which she didn't yet understand.  However, she was confident that she
would.  All she had was time.

In place of the idyllic landscape that she usually had inside her lampscape, 
Scheherazade opted for the flowing curtains, pillows, couches and silks
one would usually find inside the interior of a luxurious Bedouin tent of a
Sheik.  She lounge carefree upon one of the couches with her eyes closed.
She thought only happy thoughts of her gentle, kind current Mistress.

She already had an idea how to test her theory about the connection
between herself, the lamp, and its master.  She just hadn't had time to
suggest it to Chrissy before she made her last, exhausting wish.

Scheherazade was roused out of her contemplations by the touch of a
large hand upon her shoulder.  She open her eyes to behold the large,
powerful form of her taskmaster, the Blue Djinn.

Upon seeing him, she bounded from her repose, virtually leaping into his
strong arms.  Her little heart beat faster, as other, more private areas
started to warm up and tingle in anticipation of his visit.

Scheherazade kissed him deeply on the lips, parting only briefly to coo,
"My Lord, it has been so long since you have come to me.  I have missed
you so!"

"I am sorry my little one.  I have been delayed by other pressing matters. 
However, I bring joyous news to you.  A surprise."

Scheherazade jumped up and down like a little girl at Christmas.  She so
liked surprises, especially the ones which would allow her to satisfy the
body of the Blue Djinn.

"It has been decided that your term of servitude will be shorten to only
500 years."

"My Lord?"

"You have shown abilities far beyond a normal initiate.  The period of
servitude of 1000 years is what is required for an initiate to learn the use
of magic.  You have almost learned all there is to know.  For that you
have been rewarded."

Scheherazade moved to pull down the Blue Djinn's loose pants, to get at
his fabulous organ, and show her appreciation for his mercy.  However,
the Djinn stopped her before she could.  He was not yet done.

"Further, it has been decided that even though you must serve 500 years,
you will be permitted to walk the land, and breath the sweet air of Djinnar
if you are accompanied by me."

Scheherazade was overjoyed, for in truth, she was becoming bored with
her current situation.  This would allow her to explore, and learn of the
land of Djinnar.

"Oh Djinn, you are so generous.   Please allow me to show my gratitude
to you, by pleasing you in any way that you desire."

Again she showered the Blue Djinn with her sweet kisses.

"Be warned little one.  You may not do to Djinnar without me.  The Pasha
now knows of your existence.  If he senses you within Djinnar without me,
his punishment will be most dire.  You shall be taken from me..."

Scheherazade hugged him tightly.  "I promise.  I will not go into Djinnar
without you."

"Very good.  Very good indeed."

"When can I go?  When can I see Djinnar?" asked Scheherazade
excitedly.

"You must first divine how to figure out how to move beyond the barriers
of your lamp without being summoned.  That is the only way that you can
move past that barrier into Djinnar.  Even I cannot transport you into
Djinnar.  Only you can do that."

"I will redouble my efforts Lord.  I will learn how to do so...."

"In the meantime, I have brought with me the first of my harem, Jasmine,
to teach you of the ways of my harem.  Listen to her for she will school
you, and prepare you to join my harem."

A classically beautiful Arabian girl moved from where she was hiding
among the silk curtains into full view.  She moved quickly to the side of the
Blue Djinn.

Scheherazade protested the presence of a rival for the affections of her
taskmaster. "But Djinn...I thought you would be with me, and that I could
please you."

"You still can little one.  Read my mind.  Visualize what would make me
happy just now."

Scheherazade did as she was told.  The Djinn's thoughts, usually closed
to her blossomed like a flower.  The image that she found there brought
a large smile to her face.  It was something new for her to try.

Scheherazade slid down the body of the Blue Djinn like a snake coiling
around a tree, caressing everything as she went.  Once upon her knees she
pulled down the Djinn's loose pants exposing his huge penis.  As she did
many times before she placed her lips upon the organ, teasing it to its full
grandeur.  Again as before, she took him into her, until his full majesty was
down her throat.

Unlike any time before, she did not stop there.  She felt the Djinn
mystically willing himself larger and larger.  Scheherazade expanded her
throat larger and larger to accept him into her.  However, she did not stop
there.  She willed herself, with her self-magic, to shrink even further.  She
sensed her arms, legs and clothing dissolve into nothingness to conform to
the image within the Djinn's mind.  In seconds, she was nothing more than
a living sheath covering the Djinn's massively enlarged penis.  However,
parts of her, specifically her nose, lips, fingers, toes, breasts, buttocks
and vaginal mound remained as raised ridges....raised, very sensitive ridges. 
She willed her clitoris to enlarge, forming another raised ridge! Her lips
gripped the girth of the organ much like the elastic of a condom.

In fact there was only one difference between Scheherazade and a
condom.  Her inside, against his flesh, was still the warm moist inside of
her mouth.

The Blue Djinn ordered Jasmine to disrobe.  Once unclad, the senior
member of the harem rapidly expanded her maidenhood to accept every
inch of the Djinn.  That is, every inch of the Djinn, with Scheherazade
attached. He drew Jasmine to him forcefully, entering her maidenhood
with one thrust.

Scheherazade tingled with a unique delight as she entered the warmth of
her harem trainer's sex.  She wanted to please her, so she wiggled her
finger and toes, stimulating her private places.  It was Scheherazade that
was pleased.  The rubbing of her outer ridges upon the inside of Jasmine
was just too much for her to stand.  If she could have screamed in joy, she
would have, but she could not.  Instead she spasmed in the first of an
endless series of orgasms, the likes of which she had never known.  Her
bodily juices only added to the lubrication of her two superiors.  She felt
herself being withdrawn, only to thrust forward again, for the first time, the
musky perfume of Jasmine in what remained of her nose...

*******************

11:30 a.m.  The day was really only just beginning.  However, Bill
Conners wished it would end already!  He was having a horrendous day,
and it only promised to get worse.

Generally, life as an investment banker was filled with high level stress, and
split second decisions worth millions of dollars.  At times Bill thought that
life as a circus high wire walker, without a net, would be less stressful.
Hand in hand with the stress was the knowledge that you had no true 
friends in business, on allies.

You only had allies as long as there was benefit, or potential profit.

At times Bill's day resembled  a battlefield where it took all of his wits
just to avoid being stabbed in the back by one of his allies, or even one of his
colleagues!  His world was dog-eat-dog, which requires extremely long
hours, and nearly all of his mental energy.

The only true benefit was that the money he made allowed him to provide
a very comfortable life for his wife Janet, and daughter Chrissy.  The only
problem was that his job demands were such that he was traveling a lot,
and was away from home for extended periods of time.  Chrissy was
growing up so fast, and he was missing it all.  Bill's job also was putting
a hell of a strain upon his marital relationship with Janet, especially their
physical relationship.

At the end of a long day, Bill had neither the energy nor the focus to be a
romantic partner.

Bill sighed, as he, again, thought of the huge personal price that he was
paying for his family's security.  It was days like this that he really
regretted the choices that he made.  His plan was to earn enough money
in the next five years to retire, maybe start a small business out of his
house, and most of all, spend time with his family.

Janet had been understanding so far.  Bill knew that she missed the way
that they used to be.  However, she knew his plans, and was...adapting. 
Still, it wasn't fair.  Ha couldn't even remember the last time that he made
love to her.

The real shame was the effect it was having on Chrissy.  Bill hadn't
participated in her upbringing more than a goodnight kiss.  He wasn't
aware of what went on in her day, and had a hard time relating to her
when she tried to talk to him.  He loved her a lot.  When he was on his
own, he promised himself that he would make it up to her.

For now, he had to concentrate on the business at hand.  Already this
morning, Bill had guessed wrong on the Murdoch merger, which lost the
bank 15 million dollars.  Less than an hour later, the Owens sellout
backfired costing the bank another 25 million dollars.  There would be
some explaining to do.

Bill glanced at the clock.  He was due in the office of the President of the
bank,  John Washington, in two minutes.  He rose from his chair,
smoothed the wrinkles of his suit, and commenced the one minute journey
to Mr. Washington's office.

When he arrived, Mr. Washington's secretary was waiting for him.

"You can go right in.  Mr. W. is expecting you."  She had a grim look on
her face.  He's seen that look before.  It's the look the heralded the firing
of a high level executive.

Bill gulped, and walked through the mahogany double doors into Mr.
Washington's office.  Mr. Washington was sitting serenely behind his desk
watching Bill's every step.  He gestured to one of the plush leather chairs
situated in front of the desk.

"Please sit Bill.  Make yourself comfortable."  Mr. Washington was very
civil, if nothing else, about his firings.  Neither did he mince words.

"I hear that you've had a few problems today...."

For the next hour, Bill tried, in vain to explain what went wrong, and why
the bank's coffers were not filled by an additional 40 million dollars.  In
the end analysis, Mr. Washington had already reached a conclusion.

"I think you need a break Bill.  You've been on this ride for a long time. 
Anybody can get burnt out....make wrong decisions.  I think a year
sabbatical is probably in order."

In middle management it's known as downsizing.  In upper management
it's suggested that you take a sabbatical.  The word had very bad
connotations!  Of course, no one ever returned from a sabbatical.  The
company simply moved to find a "temporary" replacement that eventually
became permanent.

The appropriate thing to do was to go "silently into that good night."
It was a very generous system.  You get a year pay, and then a nice
severance at the end of the year when you decided not to come back from
your sabbatical.  Nearly everybody accepted their fate quietly.

Bill wasn't like everybody else.  He fought his way up from the wrong side
of the tracks.  He put himself through undergraduate school and business
school.  Bill had scratched and clawed for everything that he ever got. 
Now was no different.

"No!"

"What?  What did you say?" exclaimed a stunned Mr. Washington.  This
had never happened before.

"I said no.  I don't want to go on a sabbatical, nor do I need to go on a
sabbatical.  I am not burnt out.  If you want to blame me for what
happened this morning, that's fine.  Those deals were my responsibility,
and I accept it.  However, I've made this bank a lot of money.  I just had
bad luck, that's all.  The bank owes me another chance to prove that I still
have it."

Bill expected Mr. Washington to be angry with him, but surprisingly, he
wasn't.  He was impressed with Bill's fire and determination.  Grudgingly,
he agreed to let Bill have one more chance.  If he succeeded, he could
stay.  If he failed, he would have to leave immediately, without the year
sabbatical or the severance.  He would be black listed in this business.

If he succeeded, the bank would make 150 million dollars.  Bill's
commission on that deal would be 1.5 million dollars.  It would be enough
to leave on his own terms if he wanted to.

It would be tough.  It was the Harris Toy Company project.  A
restructuring was in progress, and they needed capital.  For that, they
turned to the bank.  In order to make the decision to back them or not
decisions had to be made which toys to manufacture, and which ones to
discontinue.  Bill would have to make those decisions, as well as how
much capital to put into it.

The problem was that Bill knew nothing about toys, especially toys for
little girls, which was Harris' market specialty!

********************

All morning Ms. Conover had to resist the urge to run off to the bathroom
to inspect what had happened to her.  Curiosity was driving her absolutely
mad!  However, whatever changed her did not change the person that she
was on the inside.  She still had duties to the children in her day care
class.

Ms. Conover hadn't lied to Jasper.  This was all that she had ever wanted
to do: have a positive influence on children during their formative years.
As curious as she was, that could wait.  The kids came first!

She did notice as the morning wore on that she was becoming more and
more comfortable in her new body.  Her new dimensions, and shape were
awkward at first.  Here she was, after lunch, and she was moving, well,
gracefully.  This was strange because in her old body she didn't even have
grace.  It just felt so....so....natural.

The morning, despite what had happened to her, was a normal day care
morning.  In Ms. Conover's day care class, she tried to teach the children
something in the morning, be it reading, or a video, a lesson, or whatever.
In the afternoon, after lunch, she usually let the children play outside,
before letting them back in for a nap, then late afternoon fun video.  If the
parents did not pick them up immediately after the video, the children
were free to play either inside or outside until their parents did come.

With her transformation, and the morning lesson, Ms. Conover had
completely forgotten all about the dirty lamp she had found on the way to
work that morning.  For Chrissy, it was a totally different matter.  It was
all that she could think about.  She just couldn't wait until play time to dig
down into the toy box, retrieve the lamp, and play with Shay.  Even all of
the teasing that she had suffered throughout the morning by Jeremy and
Billy weren't enough to douse her enthusiasm, although it did make her a
little sad.

It seemed what Ms. Conover had told her about them was just a fib.  She
didn't think Jeremy and Billy real liked her.  They acted like they really
hated her.  All morning the pulled her hair, drew on her, messed up her
clothes, and even knocked her down.  At lunch they stole part of the lunch
her mother had made for her, and dumped out her chocolate milk.  The
chocolate milk incident made her cry.

Rather than whine to Ms. Conover, Chrissy did what her Daddy told her
to do.  She just ignored it, and went about her business.  Chrissy choked
down her sobs, eating what little of the lunch that was left.

Chrissy wasn't interested in lunch anyway.  All she wanted to do was get
to the toy box.

Finally, it was play time.  Ms. Conover gave her normal instructions.  She
really is pretty now, thought Chrissy.

"Each of you will go to the toy box, in an orderly fashion, and get one, just
one toy.  There will be no fighting over toys today.  Do you understand?
Billy? Jeremy?"

She gazed as sternly as possible at the two boys.  With her new face it
didn't exactly work.  Instead the boys, who were now in love with Ms.
Conover, nodded their heads in agreement.

"Good.  After you get your toy, you will go out into the play ground where
you can play.  Ms. Smith will be out there to supervise you."  Ms. Smith
was Ms. Conover's younger assistant who usually came on duty a
lunchtime, and stayed to help at playtime.  After all, Ms. Conover couldn't
very well be inside and out.  

Invariably, sometime during playtime, one or more of the children would
want to come inside....usually to escape Billy and Jeremy.  For a half an
hour, she did have a brief break.  It was a break she planned to put to use
this day!

"Okay.  Today we're going to start with Mary...."

Chrissy grew very frightened.  Mary was in the back of the room. That
meant that she would be one of the last ones to choose a toy.  She had to
sit there watching as one-by-one each child went to the toy box to pick
a toy.  A couple of times Chrissy had to hold her breath as one of her
class mates dug down to the bottom of the box where the lamp was. 
When the child came up with something other than the lamp, she was able
to breathe out!

It was finally her turn.  When Chrissy's name was called, she rushed up
to the box as fast as her little legs could carry her. She dug and dug, until
at last, she located her treasure.  Chrissy snatched the brass lamp,
continuing her mad dash out into the playground.

********************

The combined sexual energy of the Blue Djinn and Jasmine that was
expended in their interlude with Scheherazade was more than sufficient to
restore the vigor to Scheherazade.  She literally basked in the afterglow
of her restored energies.

This was another aspect to Scheherazade's powers that was manifesting
itself.  Up until now, she had never tried such a vast expenditure of magic
as she did when she changed the mass memory of Ms. Conover.  There
was never, ever a reason for her to attempt to recharge her energy. 
Scheherazde was confident that simple rest would be enough to restore
flagging energies, but that would take time.  Absorbing the energy
expended during sexual activity was a lot faster....and  lots more fun too!

Soon after the end of their interlude, the Blue Djinn left the pocket realm
of Scheherazade's lamp.  He had that far away look in his eye that he got
when he was watching something in his mind's eye from the "Eye of
Allah."  Something was obviously happening elsewhere.  

The Blue Djinn left Scheherazade with Jasmine to learn the ways, and
rules, of harem life.  It was all boring.....really.  However, she had to at
least act as if she was attentive.  All the while, she silently prayed to
herself for some respite from this instruction.  She wanted Chrissy, her new
Mistress to summon her so that she could try out her theory.

Unfortunately, she had not sensed Chrissy in the least bit.  She was not in
contact with the lamp.

By and by, Jasmine was carefully describing the way in which she was
expected to kneel and bow, when the spark of Chrissy's contact with the
lamp hit her like a bolt of lightning.  It was not just a brief contact
either.  Scheherazade was confident that Chrissy was carrying the lamp
somewhere.  As the seconds passed, Scheherazade sensed all that
occurred to Chrissy during the time she was in the lamp.

Scheherazade was sure that her plan would work.

Suddenly, Scheherazade felt the singularly unique sensation of dissolution
as she was being summoned.  As she faded out of the sight of Jasmine,
she mouthed the words, "I'm sorry...."

********************

Scheherazade materialized outside her lamp in a pink shimmering cloud of
mist, immediately assuming her submissive position.  "You have
summoned me Mistress?  What is thy wish, for it is my command?"

Chrissy looked at the stunning form of the Djinnee, asking, "Why do you
call me Mistress, Shay?  My name is Chrissy...."

Scheherazade gazed down on her master very kindly.  She momentarily
forgot whom she was addressing.  She once again kneeled down before
Chrissy so that they were communicating on more or less the same level.

"Sweetie, I am a Djinnee.  You are my master.  I am required that to
address you as such."

Unconsciously Chrissy invoked Scheherazade's power. "Well I wish you
wouldn't do that.  Just call me Chrissy.  That's my name!"

Scheherazade felt the power well up within her once again, although it was
only a small portion of her ability.  The only thing that needed to be
changed was her behavior.  This didn't even require that she tug upon her
ear to discharge the magic, for it remained all internal.

She did acknowledge the completion of the wish, "I have made it so
Chrissy."

"That's better Shay.  Do you wanna play dolls with me?"

Scheherazade was completely taken aback by the innocence of this child,
and the fact that, despite her youth, she did not once attempt to use the
power for her own benefit.

"We can do whatever you want Chrissy, but first you have to watch what
you say to me."

"I don't unnerstand what you mean??"

"Honey?  You accidently said the words  I wish' which made me call you
Chrissy.  You must remember that those are the magic words, and that
even if you say them by accident, I must do as you say.  Otherwise, it will
cause me great pain.  Do you understand?"

"I think so...."

Scheherazade smiled at Chrissy.  There was no way to tell whether she
understood or not as Chrissy had set down the lamp at her feet.  Although
she was not in physical contact with the lamp, she was close enough to
exercise dominion over it, and thus command Scheherazade. 
Scheherazade could not establish her mind to mind contact without her
physical connection to the lamp.

"Chrissy?  I know what will help."

"What Shay?"

"Well you can wish the lamp into anything that you want, so that you don't
have to carry it around or hide it.  You can make it into a ring, or a
bracelet or an earring or anything.  In this way I can speak in your mind
without me being here, and you can talk to me.  It will be kind of like
playing telephone.  Won't that be fun?"

"Oh yes!  That will be a lot of fun!!  You'll be able to hear whatever I
think?"

"Sure will."  Scheherazade was starting to get the hang of this.  "You have
to say the magic words...."

Chrissy thought for a second.  "I wish that the lamp was a locket.  A heart
shaped locket with a picture of you on the inside."

Scheherazade smiled broadly.  This would work.  It was an article of
jewelry, which if worn would always be in contact with Chrissy's skin.  If
she was right, the locket would operate much like the Blue Djinn's "Eye
of Allah." Once the power rose within her, Scheherazade tugged upon her 
right ear.

Where once there was a dirty lamp was a shiny gold chain, with a heart
shaped locket.  The locket lay open, showing a picture of Scheherazade,
and it was the perfect size for a little girl like Chrissy."

"Oh that's pretty, Shay.  Can you put it on me?"

"No.  I can't Chrissy.  I can touch it...see?"

Scheherazade reached over to try to pick up the locket, but her hand
passed through it as if it wasn't there.

That caused Chrissy to laugh, squealing in glee.

"You have to put it on yourself, Honey."

So Chrissy reached down herself, picked up the locket and chain, and
slipped it over her head, around her neck.  As soon as the locket made
contact with Chrissy's skin, Scheherazade knew that she was right.  She
literally felt a mental, spiritual, and emotional rapport blossom between
herself and Chrissy.

*See?  I told you,* Scheherazade "thoughtspoke" to Chrissy.

"Ha! Ha!  You're talking in my head," cried Chrissy, laughing.

"Shh," admonished Scheherazade.  "You must be quiet, or else others will
hear us.  From now on, just  thinkspeak' to me.  I will hear you, and
answer."

*Like this?* tried Chrissy.

*Yes.  That's very good.  Chrissy?*

*Yes Shay?*

*You must promise that you will never take the locket off.  If you are my
friend, you will promise me, and I will be with you always...*

*I promise.  Can we play dolls now?*

*Sure.  Anything you wish for me to do, Chrissy.  Won't all of the other
children think that I look strange like this?* During the course of their
conversation, Scheherazade had scanned the area enough to know that
she was in a corner of the play yard of the day care center.

*Okay.  I wish that you were a little girl just like me so that we can play
all day...."

This time the rush of power within Scheherazade was much more intense. 
It rose quickly, growing ever more powerful with each passing second.
Instinctively, she reached up to tug her right earlobe just before the pain
started.  

As soon as she tugged upon her ear, Scheherazade felt herself shrinking
rapidly.  It was almost like "Alice in Wonderland" when Alice ate the
shrinking cookie.  However, shrinking wasn't the only thing that was
happening!  

Scheherazade's clothes flowed like water, shifting into pink overall with
cute bunny rabbits on them.  Her top shifted into a white undershirt with
lacy sleeves, and lacy collar.  On the inside, Scheherazade felt small cotton
panties form around her bottom.  Her hair, which was still long and thick,
hanging down to her bottom was done up in pigtails, with matching pink
bows.

When Scheherazade's vision cleared, she saw that she was now the same
size as Chrissy.  She inspected her arms and hands, turning them over
before her eyes.  She touched her smooth face.  She couldn't be any more
than three-years-old herself.

*Are you all right Shay?* Chrissy, by this time was not surprised by the
wondrous phenomenon of transformation.  For her it was becoming
commonplace.

*I'm fine Chrissy.  Now what is it that you wanted to play?*

*Dollies!  I want to play dollies.*

*But we don't have any dollies, Honey.* Scheherazade was correct.  In
order to get the lamp, Chrissy had to bypass all of the other toys.

For the first time, Chrissy made a wish where she was a direct beneficiary. 
Even then, it included someone else. *I wish that we both had dollies....*

Again the power built up, only to be discharged.  Both of the baby girls
were left holding dolls.  Chrissy was learning....and learning rapidly!

Scheherazade didn't know what to do with the doll.  After all, she had
grown up as a boy playing army, and cowboys and indians.  This was all
completely alien to her.  Therefore, she reached out with her rapport with
Chrissy experiencing all of the fun and joy that she felt while playing with
dolls.  It was something that piqued her interest very, very much.

So....Scheherazade just left herself go.  Soon she was laughing and
giggling like any other three-year-old, playing dolls with her friend.

********************

While the children were playing out on the playground, under the watchful
eye of Ms. Smith, Ms. Conover inspected her new self, for the very first
time, in the teacher's restroom.

Before facing her new self in the mirror, she first had to tend to the
insistent demands of a very full bladder.  With all of the mornings'
activities, Ms. Conover hadn't had the opportunity to heed the call of
nature.  

She entered the restroom, quickly scanning the room to determine if there
were to be any witnesses to her moment of discovery.  She sighed lightly,
in relief, when her eyes and ears told her that she was very alone.  Ms.
Conover proceeded, without hesitation to the nearest stall.

Once inside the stall, Ms. Conover looked up at the ceiling, thanking "the
man" upstairs that she hadn't been transformed into a man.  At least the
routine of going to the bathroom would be the same.  How strange would
that be? she silently mused, as she hiked her skirt up, like normal, to her
waist.

However, the sight that Ms. Conover now beheld was anything but
normal.  The sight of her legs, and hips made her gasp!

Her legs were now oh so long, and, the best word that could be used to
describe them, sleek.  They were smooth, the skin soft and flawless, with
just the slightest hint of baby fat.  They were legs to die for....and now
they were hers!

Ms. Conover just couldn't help herself.  She ran her fingers over the
slender thighs, savoring the undescribable softness of her inner thighs. 
Truly, these were legs which men would fight over!  Even the sight of her
fine, slender hands, with their exquisitely manicured nails were something
to behold.  The excitement was so extreme that Ms. Conover felt herself
losing control over her bladder.

She rapidly pulled down her plain cotton panties.  She marveled over how
they now fit her.  They weren't stretched any more than they were before,
they just fit differently now.  Ms. Conover could only describe her hips as 
"birthing hips."  

Ms. Conover finished her business in the stall, cleaning herself carefully
afterward.  She really wanted to do more, but decided this was neither the
time, nor the place for such things.  If one of the children should walk in
to see her playing with herself, she would just die.  As strong as this urge
was, Ms.Conover would never do anything that would harm the
children....not even in this form.

She redressed herself, exiting the stall.  The moment of truth had come,
and fortunately, the restroom was still vacant.  Ms. Conover held her
breath, stepping in front of the large mirror over the sinks.

There reflected, was the image of a very tall, very beautiful young woman.

Ms. Conover let out her breath explosively, and just stood there with her
mouth agape!  Everyone else had been correct.  This woman was more
than just pretty.  She was drop dead gorgeous...ravishing.  This was a
woman who could easily be a model, for that is what best described her
looks.

She felt her face in wonder.  She ran her fingers over her thick shoulder
length light brown hair in awe.  Lastly, her hands dropped from her face
to her breasts.  They were smaller than they were before.  However, she
could tell that they weren't flabby or saggy either, like they were before. 
The breasts were firm....even pert.  These breasts weren't too large, nor
too small.  They were just right, and she couldn't wait for a man to touch
them.

Suddenly, the mental image of Jasper fondling her naked breast leapt into
her mind.  She felt her nipples start to harden, more intensely than they
ever had before.  It made her wonder just how big they were now.  Ms.
Conover also felt a warm, pleasant sensation grow between her legs.  That
is when she understood that the body that she now possessed had very
strong sexual urges!

The only thing that belied her image was her drab manner of dress.  She
decided there and then that these clothes would never do.  She had to go
shopping right away for a new wardrobe.  Ms. Conover decided to ask 
Ms. Smith if she could stay longer than usual, to wait for the parents to
pick up their children.  She wouldn't mind, she could use the overtime.

She had a date at the local, neighborhood mall!

Suddenly, Ms. Conover remembered her identity.  How would she be
able to use her credit cards without any identification?  What about her
drivers' license?  She scrambled to her purse, rummaging haphazardly for
her wallet.  The sight there eased her mind.  Whatever had transformed
her had thought of everything.  All of her identifications bore her new
visage and statistics, down to a new birth date.

Ms. Conover hugged herself in gesture of pure joy.  She started spinning
around and around just as she did when she was but a child, feeling her
long hair flying about as she did so.  She had to stop before she fell down,
and her hair swung over one shoulder, coming to rest upon her new
breasts.  She didn't know how this happened, nor did she care.  

Ms. Conover silently thanked whoever it was.  She was happy, truly
happy, for the first time in her life....

********************

Outside in the playground Traci Smith was doing her usual duty as the
assistant to Ms. Conover.  She came on duty just before lunch, helped to
supervise the children during play time, and then left when the children
were put down for their afternoon nap.  Every now and again Ms.
Conover asked her to stay during afternoon video time, and parent pick-up, 
when she had an appointment or something.

Traci wondered why a woman as beautiful as Ms. Conover was doing at
a day care center, or why she didn't have other important things to do in
the afternoon.  If she was as beautiful as Ms. Conover, she would be out
doing something else!

Traci walked around the grounds making sure the children were well
behaved. The only ones that she had some problems with, as everybody
did, were Jeremy and Billy.

She glanced over by the tree, in the corner of the playground, and spied
two very little girls playing with dolls.  They appeared to be laughing,
having a grand time.  Traci looked closer.  One of the girls she recognized
as the precious Chrissy Conners.  The other girl she did not recognize.

The other girl appeared to be about the same age, and same size, as
Chrissy, maybe a slight bit smaller.  That was saying something, since
Chrissy was so small herself.  Had there been a new addition to the class
which Ms. Conover hadn't told her about?

She thought she had better go check this out.

Traci walked up to where the two little girls were playing gayly.  Chrissy
glanced up into Traci's face saying, as if she hadn't a care in the world,
"Hi Ms. Smith..."

"Hello Chrissy.  Who is your friend?"

"That's just Shay." responded Chrissy.  Then she remembered exactly
who Shay was, and did something she never did.  She told a fib. "Her
mommy dropped her off today.  She was thinking of having Shay go to
day care here.  Ms. Conover met Shay's mommy this morning...."

That seemed to satisfy Traci Smith.  She stooped down to talk to the now
youthful form of Scheherazade.  Traci caresses the blonde tresses of the
little Djinnee, commenting, "You have such pretty long hair Shay."

Scheherazade spoke now with the voice and inflection of the little girl she
now appeared to be.  In order to allay all suspicion, she added a slight
difficulty of speech, which some children, of her apparent age, would
have.

"Tank yo, Mwss Smwith.  Cwissy hath toll me all abwout you!"

Traci excused herself.  "I didn't mean to interrupt you girls.  You can go
back to playing with your dolls."

"Okay Ms. Smith," both girls said in unison, although from Scheherazade
it came out, "Mwss Smwith."

As soon as Traci Smith was away from the tree, Chrissy giggled, and
remarked, "You talk funny!  That's how I used to talk when I was a
baby!"

"Well yo withed me like thwiss!  You wanna play mowe dollies?"

The last was a sincere request from Scheherazade.  She was really having
fun experiencing what it was like to really be a little girl.  When she was a
boy, a little boy, what seemed eons ago, she had made fun of little girls
like Chrissy.  As she sat there, reveling in the sheer delight of playing
dolls, she didn't know why, for the life of her she did that.  It made her wish 
that she had grown up as a little girl instead of Tony.  This was so much fun,
and that life was a million miles away!

"Naw.  Let's play something else."

"Like what?" questioned Scheherazade in her little girl's voice.

"Let's play mommy and daughter.  I'll be the mommy and you can be the
daughter, okay."

Scheherazade really had no choice in the matter, despite the fact that
Chrissy was treating her like her equal....like she had a choice.

"Okway!" was all she could say enthusiastically.

"Good," squealed Chrissy in glee.  "I wish that I was big, just like you
were, and that you were my little itty bitty baby."

Up until that second, Scheherazade thought they were just going to
pretend to be mommy and daughter.  However, her words communicated
something else.  She really was getting the hang of this!  

The rush of power within Scheherazade this time was very intense, since
her body was so small.  Such a tiny vessel was not meant to contain so
much magical power.  The pain came quickly this time, causing
Scheherazade's hand to shoot to her right earlobe.  A tug initiated the
transformation process.

A pink shimmering cloud appeared from nowhere, surrounding both
Chrissy and Scheherazade this time.

Scheherazade felt the familiar tingling all over her body.  It was something
that she had felt many times before, and as such did not bother her.  She
knew that poor Chrissy would be feeling these sensations for the very first
time, triggering a concern, even a maternal instinct toward her new master.

She laughed mentally over the irony of the maternal instinct!

Scheherazade looked at Chrissy.  Chrissy saw the concern in
Scheherazade's eyes, answering the unsaid question, "I-it tingles!"  She
was giggling the entire time.

Once the transformational energies had suffused both of their bodies,
Scheherazade felt herself shrinking even further.  Her eyes remained upon
Chrissy, who appeared to be growing, by leaps and bounds.

Chrissy first felt the tingling.  It tickled her sensitive skin, making her
laugh.  Soon, the tingling subsided, only to be replaced by a pulling 
sensation.  She felt her entire body being stretched out, as she rapidly grew 
larger, filling out.  Chrissy felt her arms, legs, and hair stretch and lengthen.

At the same time, Chrissy felt her hips widen substantially, as her chest
began to swell.  Not only did her chest swell, but it grew to mammoth
proportions.  At the last, Chrissy saw the tatters of her clothes, which
ripped as she grew reform into the exact same clothes that Scheherazade
was wearing when she met Ms. Conover.

Chrissy was an exact duplicate of Scheherazade, albeit with one notable
difference.  That difference manifested itself when she heard the two
month-old baby, who now lay in diapers where Scheherazade once sat,
started to cry.

Chrissy felt a moisture grow on her massively expanded chest.

*Is that you Shay?* thoughtspoke Chrissy.

*Yes Chrissy.  This is me.*

Chrissy was overwhelmed by the feeling of the great weight pulling at her
chest.

*Wow!  Is this what it feels like to have boobies? It feels so weird!*
Chrissy lifted them in her hands squeezing them, and feeling their weight.

*Yes it is, Honey.  That's what it'll feel like when you get older, but
probably not that big.*

*I wish I get just as big as you are.  These boobies feel like they are a lot
of fun.*

This was knowledge which Chrissy did not need to know.  Therefore,
Scheherazade lightly admonished her, knowing that she would listen.
*That's something you'll find out about when you get older.  If you find
out now, it'll ruin the surprise!*

However, it was an inadvertant wish, which once wished, had to be 
discharged.  This Scheherazade did with a quick tug of her ear, although
Chrissy would not know what she had just done until she got older!

*Okay Shay.  Who do I look like now?"

*You look like me Honey.  You are me now!*

*But my boobies feel wet on the end.  What's that?*

*When you wished to be the mommy, and me the baby, your boobies
were filled with milk.  That is why I am crying, because I'm hungry. 
You're going to have to feed me Sweetheart.*

Chrissy instinctively picked up the baby that Scheherazade now was.  Her
crying had triggered the production of oxytocin, further triggering an
internal maternal instinct.  It felt so natural to her.

Chrissy picked up Scheherazde, cradling her in her arms.  She rocked her
back and forth soothingly.  Finally, Chrissy lifted the bottom of her
sweater, exposing one milk engorged breast.  It was secreting so much
milk that it was now hurting her.

*It hurts Shay!*

*It'll stop hurting when you start to feed me.  It may hurt a little bit more
when I start, but it'll get better.  I promise.  Just lift the bra so that I
can get to the nipple.*

*Okay* Chrissy did as she was told to do, exposing the breast.

The nipple was dark brown, and very erect.  Droplets of milk glistened at
the very ends in the sunlight.  Chrissy lifted Scheherazade to the breast,
and watched as she rooted around for the sweet nipple.

She found it, latching onto it with a hungry suckling motion.  Her baby's
body was very hungry....ravenous!

As predicted, a sharp pain shot through Chrissy's transformed body.

*OW* she thoughtspoke.

Scheherazade didn't respond.  She was lost in the pleasure that breast-
feeding brought to her little body.  It was something that she couldn't
describe.  She just felt so safe....and warm...and satisfied.  It was
something she didn't want to end.

As for Chrissy, the initial pain immediately faded away.  It was replaced
by something that she never, ever felt before.  It just felt so good, and
made her feel very, very happy.  She hugged her baby even tighter,
rocking it back and forth.  She even started to sing to Scheherazade.

So they sat there, mother and daughter, sending back and forth to each
other, through the rapport they now shared, the sensations that each was
now feeling.

*******************

Across the playground, Ms. Conover emerged from the inside of the day
care center.  She surveyed the grounds, just to make sure that all of the
children were behaving themselves.  All appeared to be as it should. 
Confident that everything was running smoothly, her eyes next sought out
her assistant Traci Smith.

Ms. Conover located her over by a game of jacks with two of the older
girls in the class.  She closed the distance with a few strides of her now
longer legs, until she was standing next to Traci

"Traci?  May I have a word with you?" asked Ms. Conover.

"Sure," answered Traci, moving away from the girls.  "Is everything all
right Ms. Conover?"

"Call me Betty, Traci," she corrected.  She thoughtfully decided to change
her formal image since her physical appearance had changed so
drastically.  She was tired of being  Ms. Conover' She wanted to be just
Betty now, maybe something more elegant like Beth or Liz.  She thought
that she may even utilize her full name, Elizabeth, which seemed more
appropriate now.

"Okay....Betty.  Is everything all right?"

"Yes.  In fact it's just perfect, perhaps for the first time in my life."

Traci had no idea exactly what she meant by the last comment.  From
where she stood, Ms. Conover was perfect!

Betty continued, "....I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind staying
through naptime and parent pick-up."

"Sure.  I don't mind at all.  I could sure use the extra money.  What's
going on?"

"Oh....nothing special.  I just thought that I'd take some time off, maybe
do some shopping.  I think I need some new clothes."

Traci couldn't argue with that.  For the life her, she didn't understand why
someone with her face and body dressed so frumpy.  She thought, maybe
she is coming out of her shell.

"Good. It's all arranged now.  I'll help you get the kids down, and then I'll
take off.  Will that be okay?"

"That will be fine.  I can handle it....Betty."

Betty touched Traci's hand comfortingly, "I know you can.  I trust you
completely!"

That was something that Traci really needed to hear.

As she was conversing, Betty continued to scan the grounds, surveying her
children.  Out of the corner of her eye she noticed by the tree in the corner
of the yard, what appeared to be an adult.  She focused a little closer to
see that it was the woman that she had met earlier this morning.  What did
Chrissy call her?  Oh yes, Shay!

Not only was this Shay in the yard with the rest of the children, but she
had a little baby.  This must be the daughter of which Chrissy spoke. 
However, the baby appeared to be very young.  Not only that, but she
was breast-feeding the child.

This was wholly inappropriate for this setting! Betty ran over to the mother
and child by the tree.

"Excuse me....Shay isn't it?"

The unexpected voice broke Chrissy from her blissful reverie.  She almost
blew it by saying, "No I'm Chrissy," but, at the last second remembered
who she now appeared to be.

She responded, trying to sound as adult as possible, "Yes.  That's right."

"Is this your daughter?"

*Help!* Chrissy thoughtspoke to Scheherazade.  However, it was no use.
She continued to suckle away in quiet satisfaction.

Chrissy was left to her own devices.  "Yes.  Ms. Conover.  This
is....Missy," she blurted hurriedly, thinking of a name.

"She's a beautiful little girl, but you know that it's inappropriate to be
breast-feeding her here in front of the other children."

"I-I'm sorry.  I was just watching the others with Missy, and she started
to cry.  She was just so hungry.  My boobies started to hurt."

Betty thought that it was odd that an adult would be referring to her
breasts as "boobies."  Still, she understood completely the biological
reaction that a crying child would have on a nursing mother."

"I understand that Shay.  I really do, but this isn't the place for this.  If
you knew that it was going to be feeding time, you shouldn't have brought 
her here."

"I'm sorry!" was all that Chrissy could say.  Her young mind couldn't
think of anything else, and Scheherazade wasn't any help.

"Well.  It'll be okay just this once.  Just move around to the other side of
the tree so the children can't see you.  Okay?  It's almost time for them
to go in for a nap anyway."

"Okay.  I will, Ms. Conover...."

Chrissy started to move around the tree, as Ms. Conover began to walk
away.  Ms. Conover stopped abruptly, looking over her shoulder.

"By the way.  Have you seen Chrissy anywhere?"

Chrissy stuttered nervously, "I-I t-think I s-saw her over on the other
side...."

"Thanks.  I hope you decide to enroll Missy here when she's old enough!"

With that, Ms. Conover walked away to do whatever it was that she was
doing.  Chrissy breathed a sigh of relief.

*Thanks.* Chrissy thoughtspoke

*You wanted to be the mommy!* came the reply in her head.

*This was fun, but let's stop now.  I think it's time to go in.*

*Not so fast  mommy' there's still one thing for you to do....*

No sooner were the thoughtwords out of Scheherazade's  "mouth" than
she let loose with a poopie and sissy in her diaper.

The smell was unmistakable.  

"Poo tinky!" giggled Chrissy aloud.  "Baby needs her diaper changed?"

Scheherazade "goo-gooed" and "gaa-gaaed" back.  A diaper bag
materialized to the right of Chrissy.

It took Chrissy about five messy minutes to change the diaper. 
Experience being in a diaper did not translate into the ability to really
change a diaper!

When it was done, Chrissy thoughtasked, *Is baby happy now?"

*Yes.  Baby happy!*

*Okay.  I have to go in now.  Can you put things back the way they
were?*

*What's the magic words Honey?* came Scheherazade's reply, as she
realized that their play time was over.

*I wish things were the way they were, and that you were back inside the
locket.*

In the blink of an eye, only Chrissy, in her true form, stood next to the
tree.  Ms. Conover came running up.  "There you are!  We've been
looking all over for you Chrissy."

Ms. Conover looked around the tree.  "What happened to Shay?  She
was just here."

Chrissy replied in an amused tone of voice, "Oh....she left."

"Come along.  It's naptime!"

*Shay?* Chrissy thoughtspoke.

*I'm right here, Chrissy.*

******************

Jeremy and Billy spotted their favorite target, standing patently in line to
go back into the day care center.  They had missed her during playtime,
and hadn't had a chance to tease her since class and lunch.

They rushed up behind her, snickering as they did between themselves.

"Chrissy is a mommy's girl.  Chrissy is a mommy's girl." they chanted in
unison.

"I am NOT!" protested Chrissy, realizing that her tormenters were back. 
Her time in Shay's body had allowed her to avoid them at play time. 
Now she was herself.

*******************

Inside the lamp, Scheherazade was relieved to see that Jasmine was no
where to be found.  Obviously, she had gotten tired of waiting for her to
return, and had departed for the harem in Djinnar.  Scheherazade had no
illusions that Jasmine, with her boring, but necessary harem lessons would
return.

Scheherazade concentrated with her self-magic, reforming her Bedouin
tent lampscape.  For effect, she created a cool breeze wafting through the
silk and curtains.

Scheherazade reclined on one of the couches casually.  She wanted to
explore the depth and breadth of her rapport with Chrissy now that it was
formed.  She already knew from Chrissy's inquiry that she could still
thoughtspeak to her across the barrier of her lamp/locket. That wasn't
enough by a long shot.

Based upon what the Blue Djinn had told her about the "Eye of Allah,"
she imagined that she could do much more.  

She focused her attention inward, yet kept her eyes open.  Slowly, oh so
slowly, Scheherazade became aware of everything happening to Chrissy
on the outside of the lamp/locket.  She tried to refine it a bit more.  An
image started to form.

Now Scheherazade could picture in her mind's eye exactly what was
happening to her Mistress on the outside.  It was like focusing your
attention in two different directions at the same time.  It was tiring, but
with practice, would become easier.  This was exactly what Scheherazade 
had observed when the Blue Djinn was receiving images from the "Eye of
Allah."  Now she understood completely.

However, she sensed somehow there must be more....much more!  If she
could experience this much with her eyes open, how much could she
experience with her eyes wide shut?

Softly, Scheherazade closed her eyes.  She willed the images to come into
a sharper focus.  Even she was surprised when she was suddenly thrust
into the very being of Chrissy.  It was exactly like she was on the outside. 
She found that she couldn't control any movements, or direct the body. 
She  was more or less a "rider" with her consciousness.  She felt
everything that Chrissy felt, saw, heard, tasted and experienced everything
that Chrissy experienced.

This far exceeded even the expectations of Scheherazade!  She kept her
eyes closed so that she could ride along with Chrissy.

*******************

Therefore, Scheherazade fully experienced what Chrissy experienced
when she was tortured by Jeremy and Billy.

*Chrissy!  Will you not let me take care of these brats for you?  I can
sense that you are bothered by this, and this upsets me so!*

Jeremy and Billy started to jostle and shove Chrissy around, as Jeremy
teased, "Always hanging on Ms. Conover's dress.  You're too much of
a fraidy cat to play with me and Billy."

"Yeah," added Billy.  "She ain't nothin' but a little princess!"

Now most little girls wouldn't mind being called a princess.  The way in
which Billy used it, along with the tone of voice, communicated a distinctly
negative intent.

"Am not!  Am not!" sobbed Chrissy.

*Please Mistress!  Let me punish these....boys.*

*No!* mindspoke Chrissy. *They don't mean it.  Ms. Conover told me
that they really like me.  They just don't know how to say it....*

*They don't act as if they like you.  They are bullies.*

As if the boys could hear Scheherazade's thoughts, they pushed Chrissy
down into the soil, dirtying her clothes.  They ran off congratulating
themselves, laughing all the way.

*You see, Chrissy?  These boys are just meanies!  I beg off you to allow
me to teach them a lesson.  With your wish, I can turn them into little girls,
so they will know what it is like.  I can turn them into a frog, or a gerbil
that you can keep in a cage in the day care.  Think of how much fun that
will be.*

Chrissy wasn't moved. *No.  I don't want to hurt them.  Don't worry. 
They will tell me that they like me....you'll see!*

On one hand, Chrissy marveled at the innocent, gentle nature of this little
girl.  Any other master would have wished for a horrible fate for their
enemies!  Not this girl.  Truly, she was a jewel among all of the people she
had ever met, either as Tony, or as Scheherazade.

On the other hand, she virtually boiled with anger.  How could those boys
hurt this priceless little girl?  Something clearly had to be done, just to
let them know how it felt.

Scheherazade remained quiet for the rest of the way into the day care
center.  She had to think of something to do.

******************* 

Jeremy and Billy teased Chrissy twice more while Ms. Conover put the
day care class down for their afternoon nap.  Mercifully, they finally let her
alone, on the far side of the sleep mat, to take a nap.

Chrissy was very tired too.  All of the day's activity had worn her out.  It
was only a matter of minutes before she was drifting along the barrier that
separates wakefulness and sleep.  Chrissy reached out with her mind to
her friend.

*Good night, Shay, *

*Good night, Honey....*

Chrissy descended into the blissful embrace of sleep.

*******************

While Chrissy slept, Scheherazade remained alert.  She could not see
anything, as Chrissy had her eyes closed.  Scheherazade couldn't sense
the presence of Chrissy consciousness, as it slept in a corner of her mind.

Scheherazade could hear what was going around her.  She could tell from
the heavy breathing, and soft snores, that everyone was asleep.  She just
wished that she could see what was going on around her.

Chrissy's body responded immediately to Scheherazade's mental
command.  For a second, it stunned her.  She thought that Chrissy may be
awake, but she still could not sense her thoughts.  Could it be? she
imagined to herself.  Perhaps when my Mistress is asleep, I can control
her body.  Is this one of the facets of changing my lamp as I have?

Experimentally, Scheherazade tried to flex a finger.  Chrissy's finger
responded as it was commanded to do.  She was right.  Softly,
Scheherazade expanded her consciousness so that it filled the vessel of
Chrissy's body.

Scheherazade sat up in Chrissy's body.  It only took her a second to
adjust to being in a strange body.  It would have taken her longer, had she
not, herself been a little girl herself.

A question crossed her mind.  Could she still do self-magic while she
animated Chrissy's form?  She tried a simple transformation spell, but
could not feel the rush of any power.  There was nothing!  That satisfied
her that, at least when in this mode, she had no power.  For as long as
Chrissy remained asleep, she was a normal, human three-year-old girl.

That irritated Scheherazade!  She really wanted to turn Jeremy and Billy
into little girls so they could be teased by bigger boys.  It would serve
them right to get a taste of their own medicine!  True, as a manifestation
of self-magic, it would only be temporary.  It would be enough to teach
them a lesson they would never forget!

However, she could not.  She could only do something that this small
body could do.  Another idea crossed her mind, something that she and
Hal used to do when they were in pre-school.  That was when she was
Tony.

As quietly as possible, crept up, sneaking over to where Jeremy and Billy
slept side by side.  She was confident that no one was watching. 
Everybody was asleep!

Unbeknown to Scheherazade, occupying Chrissy's body, Roger Brown,
sometime friend of Jeremy and Billy was watching everything.  He
watched with his eyes half closed as the form of Chrissy untied the shoe
laces of both Billy and Jeremy.  She then tied them together.

Next, Roger watched  Chrissy' carefully unbuckle both of their pants, and
pull them down around each of their respective ankles. Lastly, he watched
as she rolled Billy into Jeremy so that it looked like they were sleeping 
arm in arm.   Chrissy' was making them look like sissies!

Scheherazade crossed silently back over to where Chrissy was sleeping. 
She laughed to herself....it was the perfect crime.  This would show those
two brats, but good!  She laid herself back down, closing Chrissy's eyes.

*******************

Inside the lamp, Scheherazade opened her eyes.  Her grand experiment
was done for now.  She had learned many new things about her powers
this day.  Sure there were other things, but they could wait!

In her repose, She idly became aware of the presence of another.  It was
Jasmine.

"Are you ready to begin again, little one?" she asked rhetorically.

Scheherazade sighed, "Yes Ma'am...."

*******************

Approximately 45 minutes later, the students of the day care center were
treated to a comedic scene, the likes of which are rarely seen on situation
comedies.

By the time Jeremy and Billy woke up, arm in arm, absolutely everybody
surrounded them...snickering.  The chanted like a mantra, "Jeremy and
Billie, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S, I-N-G, first comes love, next comes...."
Jeremy and Billy jumped up confused trying to figure out what had
happened.   Naturally, they tried to run away from each other.  However,
because their laces were tied, and their pants were around their ankles,
they promptly fell flat on their faces back onto the mat.

That just made all of the kids laugh all the harder!  Everybody laughed,
Kenny, Bobby, Roger, and even Chrissy.  Perhaps Chrissy laughed most
of all, considering how much she had been teased.

Traci Smith came running up to see exactly what the commotion was.  Ms.
Conover had long since left for her shopping trip, leaving Traci in charge.

Traci was able to hastily determine what happened.  She demanded an
explanation as she stared down everybody in the room.  "Who is
responsible for this?"

There was no answer.

"I said, who's responsible for this?  If nobody answers, I'll have to punish
everybody!"

That was enough to prompt Roger to speak up, "Ms. Smith?  I saw who
did that to Jeremy and Billy."

"Who?  Who did it?"

Roger pointed directly at Chrissy.  "I saw the whole thing, and Chrissy
Conners did it...."

Everybody was stunned!  Sweet and innocent Chrissy Conners, no less!

"Did not!" Chrissy cried out in her own defense.  "I was sleeping!"

"No.  Not at first.  You waited until everybody was asleep and did that to
those guys.  You thought everybody was asleep, but I wasn't.  I saw the
whole thing."

"Chrissy?"  Traci demanded, in a questioning tone of voice.

Chrissy was silent.

*******************

Inside the lamp/locket, in the middle of a lesson on the pecking order in
the harem, Scheherazade said to herself, "UH OH!"

*******************~

*Shay?* mindspoke Chrissy, as she stood there quietly, with the entire
day care class staring there.

*Yes Chrissy,* she responded sheepishly.

*Did you do this to Jeremy and Billy while I was a sleep?*

There was a pregnant pause.

*Shay.....?*

*Yes, Chrissy.  I did.  They deserved it.*

*But I told you not to....*

The mindspeak session was rudely interrupted by Traci.  "I asked you a
question young lady?"

Chrissy was trapped.  The only thing that she could say was, "I'm sorry."

That was it, guilty as charged!  She had been tried and convicted.  While
the rest of the class enjoyed a video, and afternoon snack, Chrissy got
"time out."  She was now branded as a "bad girl."

Scheherazade tried to make amends with her Mistress.  She mindspoke,
*I'm sorry Chrissy....*

*No.  I don't want you to talk to me.  You're not my friend anymore.*

*Chrissy?* Scheherazade pled.

*NO.  Go away.  I don't want to talk to you.  Don't talk to me unless I
talk to you first.  Okay?  You got me into trouble.*

*Okay* replied Scheherazade sadly, and went away.

*******************

The rest of the afternoon was a living hell for poor Chrissy.  The
embarrassment did not inhibit Jeremy and Billy as Scheherazade thought
that it would.  In fact, it had the exact opposite effect.

For the rest of the afternoon, until their own parents came to pick them up,
Jeremy and Billy picked on Chrissy relentlessly.  It was like she was in a
perpetual state of sobbing or crying.  Not once did she cry out for
Scheherazade.

By the time Bill Conners came to pick up Chrissy she was a tearful mess. 
She had been tortured, and betrayed by someone she liked very
much....Scheherazade.  It was all that Bill could do to console her.

*******************

All of the way home, Chrissy tried and tried to explain what happened
during the day.  She tried to explain how she felt, and how sad she was.

It was just no use.  Her Daddy had something else on her mind. Try as she
might, she just couldn't make him see.  He was, for the most part, ignoring
Chrissy.  That only made her feel worse than before.

"Oh Daddy," she sobbed, as she ran up the staircase to her room.

For a second, she forgot all that she had learned that day, when she
absently, and innocently said, "I just wish Daddy understood how I felt!"

*******************

Inside the lamp/locket, Scheherazade felt power building inside of her to
fulfill the wish....   

Scheherazade was in a predicament for the first time in her relatively short
existence as a Djinnee.  As soon as the wish was uttered, albeit carelessly,
she visualized the best possible way to fulfill the wish.  If  Bill Conners
were to occupy the body of Chrissy, actually experience what it was like
to be Chrissy, he would most certainly understand her better!  

She felt the power well up deep within her as it always did.  It started
slowly, building into a crescendo.  There was only one problem. 
Scheherazade had not been summoned forth.  She was still within the
realm of her lamp/locket, with Jasmine, no less, and as far as she was
aware, there was no way to discharge the magical energies within her.

That is when Scheherazade felt the very first twinge of pain.  This is the
pain that came upon her if she tried to withhold the magical charge. 
Second by second, the pain became more intense, spreading to every area
of her delectable body.

Jasmine noticed that something may be amiss when the seductive smile
upon Scheherazade's lovely face dissolved into a rictus of pain. 
"Whatever is the problem, sweet Scheherazade?"

There was an element of sarcasm to Jasmine's voice.  Although her
demeanor had not yet overtly demonstrated it, she was extremely envious
of Scheherazade. She had seen with her own eyes how the Blur Djinn was
around her.  She had heard with her own ears the reverence with which
he spoke about her, when he was in Djinnar.  Jasmine knew within her
heart of hearts that within a short period of time Scheherazade would be
the favorite of the harem, if she was not already so.

Scheherazade was already the most beautiful of all of the Djinn's harem. 
She was, perhaps, the most beautiful creature in all of Djinnar, thought
Jasmine.  She was by far much lovelier than Jasmine herself!

Jasmine was the first of the Djinn's harem.  It was a position that held
some esteem and power....power that Jasmine did not wish to surrender.

Jasmine recognized the pain for what it was. She knew that if not
discharged, it would be the undoing of Scheherazade....a solution to her
problem.

Scheherazade had never experienced pain like this before.  She had no
choice.  She reached up to her right earlobe, even though she knew that
it would be a futile effort.  However, surprisingly, a quick tug on the
earlobe rapidly discharged the magical energy.

Scheherazade stood, in her makeshift Bedouin tent, totally stunned.  Even
Jasmine was stunned.

"Scheherazade?  How did you do this?  You should have not been able
to discharge the magic within you.  It should have unmade you...." There
was a tone of disappointment to her voice, a fact that did not go unnoticed
by Scheherazade.

Scheherazade knew the answer, even as Jasmine spoke to her.  She could
no longer sense the presence of Chrissy through the rapport forged by the
lamp/locket.  Instead, she sensed the presence of a new
consciousness....that of Chrissy's father, Bill Conners.

That is when Scheherazade knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt that her
magic had worked.  The rapport created by the lamp in its current form
created enough of a portal from the pocket realm of the lamp to her
former world where she could grant wishes without actually being there.

This was still another facet to her ever growing powers.

********************

Bill blinked his eyes as a sudden wave of dizziness passed.  He noticed
that he was standing in the middle of a flight of stairs, when only a second
ago, he was standing at the bar in the living room smoking a cigarette, and
drinking a tumbler of Scotch whiskey.

"How did I get here?" he asked himself  aloud.  However, the sound
which met his ears was definitely not his voice!

Where Bill's normal voice was a smooth baritone, with the slightest hint
of a nasal quality, the voice with which he just spoke was very soft, and
very high.  It almost sounded like he had just taken a lung full of helium.

Bill looked surveyed his surroundings, finding that his right hand was
holding onto the railing of the stairs.  However, rather than reaching down
to about waist level to grasp the railing, he was now reaching up to it!
Bill's eyes followed a slight arm to where a tiny hand was grabbing the rail.
Upon the wrist of that hand was a child's Mickey Mouse watch.

"Oh my God!" Bill said aloud, a little louder now.  Again he heard that
voice.  This time, his eyes widened in horror as he recognized the voice as
that of his daughter Chrissy.

********************

The same wave of dizziness passed through Chrissy.  At the same time,
she felt an intense burning in the bottom of her lungs, causing her to erupt
into a violent fit of coughing.  She curled her hand, as she would normally
do when coughing, raising it to her mouth.

The hand before her eyes was larger than her own, and rougher.  The
back of the hand, as well as the fingers had black hair sprouting from
them.  Between the index and middle finger was a smoldering cigarette.

Chrissy's other hand dropped  a glass, which, heretofore, she had not
been carrying.

Chrissy looked up, across the bar situated in the living room, into the
mirrored wall beyond.  There, staring back at her, was the reflection of 
her father, Bill Conners.

********************

Bill knew without even looking down that somehow, impossibly, he was
now in the body of his daughter Chrissy.  Both of his hands flew to his
face to verify what his vision, as well as hearing, already told him.

When he did, his right hand accidently caught a delicate chain that was
hanging around his neck, breaking it.  Bill was so distracted by what was
happening to him that he did not even feel the chain, with its locket, slide
down the front of his dress.  

The chain and locket did not stop there, but continued to slide down Bill's
dress, past his little cotton panties, and out the bottom.  The chain and
locket bounce once on the very edge of the step riser before going over
the side into the large palm plant that stood beside the stairs on the ground
floor.

Instead of falling all of the way to the soil in the potted plant, the chain
caught itself upon one of the branches, the momentum of the fall causing
it to wrap itself around the branch.  For all intents and purposes, the chain
and locket was camaflouged from the ordinary eye!

********************

The rapport that Scheherazade shared with Bill was short lived.  The
connection was abruptly severed as quickly as it was forged.

Scheherazade tried to determine what was going on outside in the
Conners' household, but it was of no use.  The locket was not in the
possession of any person.  Scheherazade was cut off from the mortal coil
until she was again summoned!

********************

Bill felt the baby smooth skin of his cheeks in absolute wonderment.  His
skin had not been that soft and smooth since he was a little boy.  From his
cheeks, Bill's small hands traveled upward toward the long hair on his
head.  In awe he ran his fingers through the blonde, naturally wavy hair,
feeling the tug of it upon his scalp.

Bill pulled the long hair over one shoulder, still not believing what had
happened to him.

His daughter!  He was in the body of his daughter!

Finally, Bill looked down, already certain of what he would find.  The
evidence of all of his senses was, at this point, too overwhelming to deny. 
Sure enough, there before his eyes, was the dress and tiny shoes of
Chrissy....as seen from above.

It dawned upon Bill that if he was now in his daughter's body, Chrissy
must be within his body.

"Chrissy?" he cried out in his new voice toward the last location of his
own body.  The voice was insane....impossible.  For a fleeting second, Bill
had the urge to cry.

"Chrissy...." he cried, as hard as his soft voice would allow.

A large male body dashed through the opening from the living room
carrying a smoking cigarette.  Bill recognized the body right away as the
one that he used to see staring back from the other side of a mirror.

His body stopped at the bottom of the steps, looking up.  It stood there,
stunned, with its mouth wide open.  The mouth moved.

"Daddy?" it said.  Bill saw the eyes of his former body widen, and almost
popped out of their sockets at the sound of its own voice.

"Yes it's me, Baby."  

At this point, Bill was standing in about the middle of the flight of stairs
such that he was looking down at his former body.  However, as he
started to descend the steps toward Chrissy, he had to look increasingly
up at her.  

Descending the steps were suddenly an adventure for Bill.  Each step
seemed like he was jumping off of a cliff.  He had to hold on to the railing
for dear life so that he would not fall down.  He just could not believe just
how small he was now.

By the time Bill "hopped" off of the bottom steps, he had a fairly good
idea just how small he now was.  The top of his head was barely above
the knee of his former body.  Bill looked up....way up, searching the eyes
of the male giant beside him.

"No!" was all he could say, hoping this was all some type of horrible
nightmare. Only in the landscape of a nightmare would everything have
grown so big, and he so small.

Bill just kept looking at the comparative size of himself, and the other
things around him.....including Chrissy in his own body.  As he looked
around, he could feel his daughter's very long hair brush along his
shoulders and back.  The weight of so much hair was a constant pull on
his scalp, and the base of his neck.

"I-I'm so small...." he managed to force out weakly.

Bill watched his own face assume the same comical expression, and eyes
roll back, as when Chrissy would comment, "Oh, Daddy...."  It wasn't a
way that his face usually went.

Chrissy commented, humorously from his body, as if he hadn't already
figured it out for himself, "That's because you're just a three-year-old girl
now, Daddy!"

"How?"  Bill questioned, perhaps to the "Gods."  "How could this have
happened?"  He didn't expect an answer, least of all from his young
daughter.  How could she possibly know?

However, Chrissy did have an idea what had happened. Quite unexpectedly, 
she did start to answer in her father's very low, and very male, voice.  "It 
must have been Scheherazade, Daddy."

It was a very surreal scene, the larger male figure calling the wee female
figure "Daddy."

Then, as if realizing, for the first time herself, she continued, "I think I
made a wish that you understood the way that I felt."

Of course, Bill had absolutely no idea who or what his daughter was
talking about.  He was becoming aware of the fact that stress effects you
differently, depending what body you occupy.  The stress of the situation
was triggering the emotions of the body he now wore, that tears were
starting to leak from the corners of his eyes.  It was becoming harder to
fight off the urge to cry, which would be a perfectly natural reaction of a
girl this age!  Bill never cried.

On the other hand, Chrissy would usually be crying over something like
this.....as if something like "this" had ever happened before.  There was no
way that Bill could have known that earlier that day that Chrissy had
already once experienced adult life from the very nubile body of
Scheherazade.  She had even breast-fed a child!

The sight of his own body looking down upon him, from high above,
leaking tears, no less, was too much for Bill's three year old body.  He
burst into tears, in earnest, unable to contain the fragile emotions that he
felt, sobbing loudly.

The sight of her own body crying effected Chrissy deeply also.  However,
it was a much different type of emotional reaction....one she had never
experienced before.  Chrissy was overwhelmed by the need to comfort
the small child at the feet, even though it was herself.  She felt the urge to
sooth the girl, and stop her crying if she could.

As for Bill, he felt an overpowering need to be comforted!

Without thinking, Chrissy reached down, picking up the small girl at her
feet.  She knew that it was her Daddy, but she just wanted to make him
feel better.  She hugged the small body to her tightly like she had done
hundreds of times before with her little dolls.  She felt the little body
reflexively wrap its tiny arms around her neck, and hug back.

Bill was positively horrified to be picked up by his very own daughter. 
However, he needed to be touched, to be held by someone who
understood exactly what he was going through.  Who better than Chrissy? 
When he felt Chrissy, clutch his now tiny body to her tightly, he just let
himself go, and surrendered to the comfort that he needed.  Despite the
situation, he wrapped his new arms around his former neck, burying his
head into the shoulder.  The tears and sobs flowed freely now.

It was the perfect father and daughter union, albeit from the opposite side!

Chrissy reached one of her large hands around to the back of Bill's head
to support his neck.  She rocked him back and forth, as she had done so
many times with her dollies.  Soothingly, she ran her hand over the long
hair, which until a few moments ago was hers, in a comforting motion.

Chrissy even utilized some of the dialogue she practiced while playing
dolls, "Shhh!  Hush Baby, it's okay.  Every