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.  Everything will be okay...."

Through his sobbing, it didn't even register to Bill that Chrissy was calling
him "Baby."  Nothing mattered at this very second except the comforting
embrace of someone who understood!

All the while, Chrissy kept caressing, rocking, and continuing, very softly,
"....it'll be okay."

After Bill exhausted all of the emotions which had welled up in his little
girl's body, the tears slowed to a trickle, then dried.  Eventually the sobs
stopped.

"H-how c-can e-everything be all right?  We're stuck in each other's
body."

"We can get back Daddy.  I can get us to switch back," advised Chrissy, 
matter-of-factly, as if none of this was out of the ordinary.  Of course, to
her it wasn't out of the ordinary.

Bill's ears perked up.  "What are you talking about Chrissy?  Do you
know how this happened?"  Bill pushed himself slightly away from
Chrissy's shoulder so that he could look at her eye-to-eye, while she
continued to hold him.

"Like I said Daddy....it was Shay."

Bill realized that he would have to go slow to draw the story out of his
daughter.  "Sweetheart.  Just tell me who this Shay is."

Chrissy responded, innocently, "Oh....she's just a genie that I found in a
magic lamp today.  She grants whatever I wish for.  She's my friend."

Bill thought, This isn't helping.  Janet's on her way home.  She'll be here
any moment, and she's going to find her husband in her daughter's body,
and her daughter in her husband's body.  What is she going to think? 
She's going to think we're nuts!  There has to be a logical
explanation.....and a way to reverse this.

He tried to admonish Chrissy as gently as he could, which would have
looked very strange to a casual third observer.  It would have looked like
a little girl, held in her father's arms, telling him the "whats and
wherefores." 

"Sweetheart...." he began, in that soft voice, "....this isn't the time to be
playing pretend.  We have to figure out how to get back into our own
bodies before your Mommy gets home.  Do you understand?"

"But Daddy!" she protested, the protest sounding even stronger and more
forceful coming from her father's mouth.  "I'm not fibbing.  There really is
a genie, and a lamp, and everything.  She made herself a little girl today to
play with me.  Then she made me a mommy, and I fed her with my
boobies.  It was fun!"

Bill couldn't believe what he was hearing.  Genies were just stories that
you were told when you were growing up.  They weren't real....where
they?  He analyzed the situation as he would approach any other situation
in his guise as an investment banker.  Nothing made sense!

There was no technology, or no way that he knew of that people could
just spontaneously switch bodies.  He never read anything where it
actually happened in real life.  He pondered, At this stage, a genie in a
lamp made just about as much logical sense as anything else....no matter
how far fetched it may seem!

Bill's wee voice grew deadly serious, "this is very important Chrissy. 
Where is this....Shay?"

Chrissy laughed, her playful little giggle, which was strange coming from
Bill's adult body.  Bill hated seeing his own body sounding like that. 
"That's easy.  I sent her away.  All I have to do is call her in my head, and
she'll come...."

"Then do it Chrissy.  Do it now!  We don't have much time left."  Bill tried
to sound authoritative, like he was the one in charge, but failed miserably. 
The little Chrissy voice belied those facts.

"No." Chrissy said defiantly.  "You can't boss me around.  I'm the Daddy
now, and you're the little girl.  I'm not going to do anything until you ask
me nicely!"

Bill was absolutely stunned.  Here they were in a strange situation, and his
daughter wanted to play.  He was getting ready to really yell, but thought
the better of it.  No need to alienate her even more.  She was treating this
as if it were nothing.  However, the more he thought about it, the more Bill
realized that it was probably because Chrissy actually knew how to easily
reverse this.  If she was telling the truth, she had already done this once
today....showing no ill effects.

Bill decided the only way to get Chrissy to do as he wanted was to play
along.

Bill remembered how Chrissy sounded when she really wanted something
badly.  He tried to imitate her as much as possible.  "Pwease?  Will you
pwease call Shay?"

Chrissy smiled at the last, knowing that her father was playing along. 
Therefore, she tried to imitate Bill with her best "fatherly" voice. 
"Please....what?"

Bill knew exactly what Chrissy wanted to hear.  Although it humiliated him
to say it, he said it just the same, as sweetly as possible,
"Pwease....Daddy?"

At the same time, he lay his head back down on his former shoulder, and
looked adoringly (he imagined) up into his old eyes.  He sniffled, as if he
was choking back a tear.  I should get an "Oscar" for this, he grumped to
himself.

Chrissy smiled even further, satisfied with the little game.  "Okay, Baby. 
I'll call Shay for you...." Chrissy concentrated as hard as she could, 
thoughtspeaking, *Shay?  Come out, please.*

There was no response.  Chrissy tried again, but there was still no
response.  Reflexively, her free hand traveled up to her throat where the
locket would be, had she still been in her own body.  Naturally, there was
nothing there.

"What's wrong?" inquired Bill, quite concerned.

"I forgot.  You have the locket now!"

"Locket?  What locket?  I thought you told me there was a lamp
Chrissy?"

"There was Daddy, but Shay changed the lamp into the locket.  She said
that way she could talk to me in my head.  You have it now."

Bill reached up to his neck, formerly his daughter's neck, for the locket. 
There was nothing there either.

"Honey....I don't have a locket on."

Chrissy, in Bill's body, reached toward her former body, grabbing the
neck.  She pulled down the collar of the dress that she was wearing to
search for the locket.  It was gone!

"It's gone," was the only thing that Chrissy could utter, stating the obvious.
Now it dawned on her, for the first time, that she may be stuck in her
Daddy's body.

"What!" exclaimed Bill emphatically.

Chrissy continued to root around the neck and the dress of Bill's small
little body.  However, as she was in a very adult, very powerful male
body, she didn't know her own strength.  She began to grasp and touch
her frail form rather forcefully.

"OW!  Be careful Chrissy.  You're a lot stronger now.  I'm a lot smaller. 
You can hurt me very easily," Bill exclaimed pointedly.

"I'm sorry Daddy.  I didn't mean to hurt you...." apologized Chrissy,
sadly.

Bill reached out with his small hand, touching the face that he used to have
on the cheek.  It was the same way that he would have touched Chrissy
had this reversal of fortune not happened.  The sensitive skin of his finger
tips bristled with the feeling of his body's 5:00 o'clock shadow.

"It's okay Sweetie.  Just try to be a little bit more careful."

"I will Daddy."

"When is the last time you saw the locket Chrissy?"

Chrissy went over it in her mind as well as her young brain could.  "I think
I had it when I started to go up the stairs."

Bill got the bright idea, "Maybe it fell off when we got switched.  Put me
down Chrissy, and let's go and look for it."

"Okay." chirped Chrissy, although "chirp" wouldn't be the best
description given her present voice!

Chrissy sat Bill back down on his feet.  For the relatively short time of
their embrace, and conversation, his eyes were at the normal level with
which they perceive the world.  Now that he was back on his  own' feet
again, he was back in the "Land of the Giants."  Everything, including
normal household items, towered over him.  Life was certainly very
different from this vantage point.

Chrissy was experiencing the same amount of disorientation from her now
superior height, although it wasn't nearly as bad as it would have been,
had she not been Scheherazade earlier in the day.  Even with that prior
experience, it was disorienting, as she was currently quite a bit taller than
Scheherazade. 

What was troublesome for Chrissy was how big she was now.  It seemed
she was knocking things over, no matter how she moved.  The most
annoying thing was the sensation of something between her legs, rubbing,
as she moved about.  It made her walk very gingerly, as if any wrong
move would break it.

It was the exact opposite, the absence of something between his legs that
troubled Bill as he moved about.  The freedom of movement while walking
was something that was very hard to put into words.  He felt so feather
light and flexible.  He moaned inwardly that he had to do something about
the hair.  It was in his eyes, face, and mouth every time that he moved, or
bent over.  It was a constant nuisance, and he had to keep flipping it back
over his head or shoulder every few seconds.  How does she put up with
this, he wondered?

A frantic search of the area around the steps failed to turn up the
lamp/locket.  Chrissy searched high, while Bill, much to his dismay,
searched low.  With each passing minute of failure, Bill felt the damned
emotions, as well as the tears, rising again.

Both Chrissy and Bill were diverted from their search by the sound of a
car pulling up into the driveway.  It was followed by the noise of a car
door opening....then closing.  Janet Conners was home from her late
meeting.

Chrissy, still in Bill's body, was the first to mention the obvious.  "Uh-oh. 
Mommy's home.  What're we gonna do Daddy?"

Bill had to think fast.  In the end, there was only one option.  He gestured
for Chrissy to bend down closer to him....which she did.

"Chrissy, Honey.  Do you remember a few minutes ago when you
pretended to be me, and I pretended to be you?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Do you think you can do it again?"

"Oh Daddy.  That's easy!"

"Okay.  We're going to play a game until we can find the locket.  You'll
pretend to be me, and I'll pretend to be you.  Okay?"

"This will be fun."

"Yes it will, but you have to follow the rules.  The first one who tells
Mommy loses.  Remember, you have to call me Chrissy, while I have to
call you Daddy.  You have to call Mommy Janet instead of Mommy. 
You'll have to act and talk just like me.  Do you understand?"

"I understand Dad....I mean Chrissy."

"That's better.  Remember, we can't tell Mommy until we find the locket."

"Okay."

Just then, Janet Conners opened the first front door to the sight of her
husband and daughter standing side-by-side in the foyer with strange grins
on their face.  That piqued her suspicions.

"What?  What are the two of you up to?"

"Nothing M....Janet." Chrissy replied in a passable imitation of Bill's
speech.  She was a quick study.

"Uh-huh.  I just bet...."

Janet squatted down on her haunches, dropped her purse, and stretched
her arms out to Bill, whom she thought was her daughter.  Again, the
emotions were too much for Bill to contain.  He ran toward is wife,
embracing her so tightly.

Janet hugged her daughter back, feeling the pure emotion of the embrace,
commenting sincerely, "I'm happy to see you too, Pumpkin...."

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

Scheherazade was a little concerned that she had not yet felt the presence
of the rapport with Chrissy.  She knew for certain that she had discharged
the magic triggered by Chrissy's careless wish through the rapport to her
former world beyond this lamp.  She was certain that Bill and Chrissy
were in each other's body.

The question came again, but, of course, there was no answer.

Scheherazade reclined on one of the couches her self magic had created
in the current lampscape.  This Bedouin tent lampscape was quickly
becoming one of her favorites.

Her mind turned to other questions.  Jasmine had departed, thankfully, for
Djinnar, giving Scheherazade time to ponder the Djinn's riddle.  How to
get out of the lamp without being summoned?

She idly mused that she already discovered one way in which to
accomplish this fete.  If a master had the lamp, in some form against their
skin, and the rapport forged, Scheherazade could animate their body while
asleep.

Scheherazade was positive that this was not what the Djinn meant because
she was no closer to leaving the lamp into Djinnar.  The Djinn clearly
implied that the ability to leave the lamp of her own free will worked both
ways, Djinnar as well as Earth.

Of course, If she could get to Djinnar, she would have to deal with
Jasmine.  Scheherazade had not idea as to why she had suddenly turned
so hostile.  After all, she had gone out of her way to give her pleasure
once before....

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

Janet released her small daughter, asking, "Are you hungry Pumpkin?"

Bill let go of his wife.  It was show time....time to play act that he was
Chrissy, his own daughter.  "Uh-huh."

Janet looked up from her squatting position to Chrissy, whom she naturally
assumed was her husband.  "Bill?  I picked up some take out for dinner. 
I hope that you don't mind.  It's just that after the meeting, I was too tired
to cook."

Poor Chrissy had no idea what her Mommy was talk about.  All she knew
was that she had to play along.  She had to sound and act like her Daddy.

"That's okay...." she began.  This is gonna be hard, she thought.  Daddy
knows more words then I do.  What does he call Mommy?  The answer
"popped" into her mind, as she remembered, then continued,
"....Poopsie."

Janet was surprised.  Her husband hadn't used that "pet" name in a very
long time.  It caused her to smile, because it usually preceded a night of
intense sexual passion.  Bill hadn't done that in a long time.

Maybe he's feeling frisky, Janet secretly hoped.  It was just what she
needed after a long stressful day.  She decided that she would make it well
worth his while.

Abruptly, Janet got up from where she was squatting, walked over to
Chrissy, and kissed her hard on her lips.  Chrissy didn't know what to do,
as no one had ever kissed her this way, certainly not her Mommy.

Janet moved toward Chrissy's ear, whispering, "Does this mean what I
think it means?"

Again, Chrissy had no frame of reference to answer the question, so she
had to pretend as best as she could.  "Sure it does Poopsie," she
whispered back.

As diverted as she was by what was happening, she didn't have the
chance to see her Daddy, in her own body, trying to gesture "NO" behind
Janet's turned back.  Bill recognized the significance of the word
"Poopsie!"

Janet kissed Chrissy again rapidly on the lips.  She inquired, "Would you
mind getting the take out, out in the car?  I want to get out of these
working clothes."

"Okay.  I will Poopsie," replied Chrissy, using the name for the third time.

Bill groaned inwardly.  Chrissy didn't know what she was doing.  She was
making this into a nightmare, setting wheels into motion.

As soon as Janet started to ascend the staircase toward their room, Bill
did the only thing that he could.  He kicked his big male body in the ankle
with his tiny childlike foot.

"Ow," blurted Chrissy.  "Why did you do that?"

"Don't use that name you called her again, okay."

"Why?  I've heard you call Mommy that before."

Bill raised his eyebrow at her usage of the word "Mommy."  He was
convinced that Chrissy was going to break character.

Chrissy recognized the meaning of the expression straight away.  She
corrected herself, "I meant Janet."

"That's better." commented Bill.  He had to get Chrissy out of the earshot
of his wife, so that he could give her some instruction how to avoid what
he now knew was coming later.  He didn't have time to explain the birds
and the bees to her.

"Can I help you with the bags, Daddy," chirped Bill in his best imitation of
Chrissy?  It was very good!

Chrissy was thankfully quick on the uptake.  "Sure Chrissy.  Come along
with Daddy."

Chrissy took Bill by the hand, as any father would do when guiding a
young child outside.  This was all very humiliating to Bill, but he tried to
put it out of his mind.  It was best to stay on the task at hand.

As soon as they were outside, Bill gave Chrissy the best instruction that
he could. "Look, don't sleep with Mommy tonight whatever you do. 
Don't take your clothes off in front of her.  Think of any reason that you
want.  Stay up late and watch television, and fall asleep on the couch.  Just
don't sleep with Mommy in the same bed."

"But why?" protested Chrissy.

"I don't have time to explain.  Just promise me that you won't"

"Okay," whined Chrissy dejectedly.  "I promise."

With that, the two of them retrieved the food from the back seat of the
car.  All of the while, Bill had to give Chrissy short lessons on how to use
things, and how to manipulate things.  It was the strangest thing.  He didn't
know why, but Chrissy was picking things up as fast as lightning.  She only
had to be told something once, and she grasped it.  Chrissy had never
shown that type of ability before.

At the same time, Bill noticed that it was getting increasingly hard for him
to focus....to concentrate.  The more time moved forward, the harder it
was becoming to explain things to Chrissy.

There was no way that Bill could have known that when he was switched
into the body of his young daughter he also got her brain capacity, in its
current state of development.  There was no way that such an undeveloped 
mind could hope to contain so many adults' thoughts.  By the same token, 
Chrissy, with a newly expanded brain capacity was a vessel waiting to be 
filled.

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

Scheherazade's reverie was interrupted by the voice of her taskmaster,
the Blue Djinn.

"Ah.  My little one.  The very sight of you pleases me greatly."

Scheherazade opened her eye seeing the Djinn.  She so loved being called
his "Little One" because it made her feel so small and yielding.  Her eyes
dropped from his eyes to the lap of his lower garment.  She instantly saw,
by the size of the swollen organ there, just how pleased the Djinn was to
see her.

That sight made her feel warm all over.  This time she wanted him all to
herself.  Scheherazade didn't want to share what he had with anyone,
especially Jasmine.  That made Scheherazade stop for just an instant.  It
was her very first pang of feminine jealousy!

"My Lord...." she purred demurely.  There was one way to make sure
Jasmine didn't share the Djinn's charms!  Scheherazade knew that she
had her own female charms, which Jasmine could never hope to equal.

The Djinn scooped Scheherazade up into his powerful arms, in the same
manner a groom would hold a bride as he carried her across the threshold. 
This made Scheherazade smile even more.  She wrapped her  arms
around his neck, leaning in so that her extremely large breasts pressed in,
and flattened against his upper chest.

That produced the reaction that she desired.  He leaned over, biting her
lower lip for just a second.  Then he swept the rest of her lips up into a
soul kiss.  Their respective mouths open just enough to allow their tongues
to wrestle lustily, just as they would be doing shortly.

The Djinn broke the kiss first.  Scheherazade wanted it to just go on and
on.  She couldn't imagine why she ever liked being a man.  This was what
she was really meant to be!

The Djinn said softly, "In all of my years I have never seen your equal. 
You are the sweetest flower of all of Djinnar."

Scheherazade pointed out, "I am not yet in Djinnar, my Lord!"

He laughed.  "I trust that is but a matter of time!  You have come so far,
in such a short period of time.  Have thee given thought on how to escape
the bounds of the lamp yet Little One."

There was that name again.  If he only knew how it effected her, she
thought.  She felt the powerful need of her maidenhood grow, as well as
her big nipples.  Perhaps he already....did!

"I was just pondering that very problem Djinn.  I do not yet know the
answer.  Could you not give me a hint to your great riddle?" pleaded
Scheherazade in a voice that any male, Djinn or otherwise, would find
hard to resist.

The Blue Djinn considered carefully.  He was forbidden by the rules of
Djinnar to give an initiate direct knowledge of how to do something, or
how to use their magic.  It is something they must learn for themselves. 
However, he desired her like no other.  He wanted her to join his harem
in Djinnar as soon as possible.  That was also the Pasha's wish, although
he would not explain why.  The Djinn resolved to give her the smallest of
hints.

"The barrier between the worlds should be naught for one with power
such as yours.  What can you not accomplish with your power?  This
answer lies there within your mind, all along.  The barrier is much like a
rainbow...."

That was all he could say.

"Thank you, Lord," cooed Scheherazade.  "I will ponder your words."

The Blue Djinn kissed her again, deeper then the last.  Their kiss stretched
on for an eternity.  He stopped long enough to say, "You may ponder
later.  For now, there is only us."

He lowered Scheherazade down to the couch, but at the last moment
flipped her around such that she was on all fours.  She dissolved the fabric
of her harem outfit with just a thought, leaving her there without a barrier
to his will.  The Djinn followed suit.

The Djinn gazed appreciatively at his prize.  There she was, facing away
from him, her small, heart shaped posterior thrust up invitingly. 
Schehreazade's waist length golden hair was played out over her back
tumbling over the sides, and her shoulders.  Through her hair, as it tumbled
softly over the side, he could see her massive bosom dangling heavily,
straining the skin of her upper chest.  The swayed oh so teasingly with
each breath that she drew.

He moved in behind her.  No further play was needed, as she was already
sopping wet in anticipation.  There would be no tricks this time, no
transformation.  The Djinn entered her from behind....this time, it was just
they.

Scheherazade moaned in pleasure as he entered.  This was life, what it
was all about.  She never wanted to go back to being a man!  She felt her
breasts swinging madly to and fro as he started ti thrust in and out of her.
Even that feeling was heavenly.

She did not get to experience that sensation for long as it was shortly
replaced by one greater.  The Djinn leaned forward upon her back,
grasping each of her breasts in his hands.

He held on for dear life, as their lovemaking took on a life of its own....

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

Back in the Conners household, the dinner progressed without any further
incident.  Both Chrissy and Bill were able to maintain the guise that they
currently found themselves in.

Fortunately, from Bill's wee perspective, Chrissy didn't try to talk too
much, keeping any conversation short.  She had started to refer to Janet
as Janet, instead of Poopsie.

Most of the burden of conversation fell upon Bill.  It irritated him to have
to call his wife "Mommy" and use baby talk.  However, he had no choice,
and Janet suspected nothing.

The most irritating thing was that, due to his small stature, Bill had to sit
in  a baby seat in the chair.  Janet cut all of his food into very small bites for
him, thinking that he was Chrissy.  Even then, all he got to eat was soft
food.

Chrissy, on the other hand, got to eat all of the food he couldn't now have. 
She seemed to be enjoying herself with the new culinary treats, although,
initially she had difficulty manipulating silverware.  As with everything, she
adapted in the blink of an eye.

The trouble with silverware made Bill giggle.  It didn't occur to him that he
had never giggled in all of his adult life.

At the conclusion of dinner, Janet arose, glancing briefly at what she
thought was her daughter, before remarking, "Goodness!  Look at the
time.  It's way past your bedtime young lady."

She picked Bill up from his seat, into her arms, with one motion.  Janet
continued, much to Bill's dismay, "....but first, you get a bath.  Honestly,
Chrissy.  I don't know how you get so dirty at day care."

Bill objected immediately.  The last thing he wanted to see was Chrissy's
body naked, even though he had seen it many times before.  He had just
never seen it from this perspective! "But Mommy.  I don't want a bath!"

"You never do, but you're getting one just the same."

Janet started toward the stairs, looking back over her shoulder at Chrissy
in Bill's body.  She had an evil grin on her face with the thought that her
Daddy was getting her hated bath.

"Honey?  Would you mind cleaning up the kitchen, while I give Chrissy a
bath?  What are you grinning about anyway?"

There is no way that Janet could possibly know what the person inside
Bill's body was thinking.  Janet just assumed that they were naughty
thoughts for later! 

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

Janet carried Bill all of the way up the steps to the master bathroom.  He
was struggling and kicking the entire way, in his effort to try to get out of
taking a bath.

"Really, Christina Marie!   Do we have to go through this every time you
take a bath?  You don't want me to put you over my knee do you?"  

Bill recognized Janet's use of Chrissy's full name as a sign that his
resistance was not well taken.  Despite his wishes to the contrary, he
would have to take a bath as Chrissy.  Therefore, he shook his head "no,"
feeling his daughter's long hair swirl about him as he did.

"That's better."

By that time, the two of them had arrived in the bathroom.  Janet sat her
daughter down on the carpeted floor, while she continued toward the tub. 
She began to draw the bathwater into the tub.

"We'll make it a bubble bath tonight Pumpkin.  Won't that be fun?" 
inquired Janet sincerely, while looking back to Bill sitting on the floor.

Bill saw his wife look back at him, but his attention was momentarily
diverted by something new.  A pressure in his bladder told him that he
currently had to go to the bathroom.  The urge hadn't occurred to him until
he caught sight of the toilet, and heard the sound of the running water. 
Now that he did, he understood that he was moments away from wetting
himself.

"Yes Mommy.  That'll is a lot of fun," he replied in his "Chrissy" voice.

"Well get your clothes off  then," ordered Janet with a touch of humor in
her voice.

How does Chrissy phrase this, Bill wondered?  It was getting very hard
to concentrate.  Additionally, he was beginning to feel very sleepy.  No
doubt it was due to the rhythms of the body he now wore.  Suddenly, the
word his daughter always uses came into his head.

"I have to make sissy, Mommy."  He hoped that it was right.

He could tell by the satisfied smile on Janet's face that it was.  The
problem for Bill was that he could no longer reach the toilet.

"That's very good Chrissy.  If you keep this up, you won't have to wear
diapers to bed much longer."

That stunned Bill as he remembered that his daughter still had a slight
problem with bladder control during the night that required the use of
diapers.

"Can I go without one tonight, Mommy?"

Janet slid over to where Bill was sitting, and stood him up on his feet.  She
pulled the dress he was wearing over his head before she answered his
question.

"No Baby.  Not yet.  We'll see in a few weeks, okay?"

It was still another embarrassment that Bill would have to endure, before
getting back to his own body.

In a matter of moments, Bill was totally disrobed.  He couldn't bear to
look down upon himself.  He knew that he would eventually have to, but
he just wanted to put it off as long as possible.

Janet pulled out a little child's potty from beside the real toilet.  "Okay
Pumpkin.  Sit."

Not only did Bill have to urinate in Chrissy's body, he had to sit in a
child's potty.  He plopped down on the potty in disgust.  Bill felt his
daughter's long hair brush and tickle against his neck, shoulders, and
back.

No sooner had he sat, he felt warm liquid gush out from within him.  It was
such a different feeling of urinating in his own body.  There was no steady
stream that he could direct.  It just . . . leaked out of him.  The feeling
made him shiver.

Janet sensed that Bill was done answering the call of nature, prompted her
to ask, "Now.  Do you remember what to do next?"

Bill knew what was next, but he didn't have a clue as to how girls cleaned
themselves after peeing.  He had to play dumb.

"No Mommy.  Will you show me again?"

"Sure I will Pumpkin.  You're being such a good girl tonight!"

Janet handed Bill a piece of toilet paper, telling him how to clean himself. 
When she was done, Bill looked down at his new body for the first time,
then touched himself . . . 

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

Meanwhile, Chrissy was left to her own devices to navigate all of the
potential hazards of the kitchen.  Fortunately, for dinner, they has used the
paper plates, paper napkins, and containers provided by wherever Janet
had obtained the food.

Chrissy picked through the leftovers, eating a bit more.  She couldn't ever
remember being so hungry, but her new body permitted her to eat a lot
more than she usually did.  Also her Mommy let her eat the things that
normally she wouldn't have.  All in all, dinner had been a fun time.

She giggled to herself.  Now her Daddy was taking her bath.  This wish,
in her child's mind, was not bad at all!

Chrissy gazed around the counter tops of the kitchen.  There was a lot
more stuff up here than she ever though possible.  It was just that she
hadn't been able to see it from her former height.  She thought to herself
that now she could have a cookie if she wanted one.  

She ordered her father's body to rise, and to cross the room to where the
cookie jar was kept.  Chrissy greedily inspected the sweet treasures inside
the clear glass container.  From sheer force of habit, she looked around
the room to make sure nobody saw her taking a cookie or two.

Then she remembered that she looked like her Daddy.  No one would ask
her why she took the cookies.  Chrissy's big hands were a blur as she
opened the cookie jar, gobbling down cookie after cookie.

This is fun, she cried mentally.

After she had her fill of cookies, Chrissy put all of the disposable stuff
from dinner into the trash can.  It was so odd to be looking down at the
can, where before, she had to look up at it.  The silverware she placed
into the dishwasher, like she saw her Mommy do many times before.

The times that Chrissy spent in the kitchen, just watching her Mommy,
came in quite handy now.  She duplicated everything she had ever seen
her Mommy do, down to wiping off the counters with a wet dishrag.  To
Chrissy this was a blast, and something she played at when she was
playing house.  This time, she was just doing it in real life!

By and by, Chrissy also felt a pressure growing in her bladder.  She
recognized the sensation for what it was, although it was very different
than before.  Rather than coming more from inside her, it was centered
more on the outside, in her father's "pee pee."

That is the term she used in pre-school when the situation called for a
description.

"Uh-oh." Chrissy said aloud, but under her breath, in her father's low
voice.  "I gotta make sissy."

She knew that she couldn't go in her Daddy's pants.  Chrissy also knew
that since she was so big, she couldn't use her potty upstairs.  She had to
use the big people's potty.

Chrissy rushed into the downstairs bathroom, turning toward the toilet. 
She pulled down her pants, and shorts, and was just getting ready to sit
down when she remembered that boys didn't have to sit down.

Chrissy reached down to her crotch where she found a slightly erect penis. 
It felt so strange to her.  However, she didn't have much time to explore
that strangeness, as she felt something working its way out from the inside.
Instinctively, she pointed it toward the bowl, to where a steady stream of
urine emerged.

Chrissy started to move the organ around as she urinated, the stream of
yellow liquid following to wherever she pointed.

The phenomenon prompted Chrissy to say aloud, "WOW! I can point it
now."  She was doubly pleased to learn she didn't have to wipe now.

Her curiosity got the better of her.  She wondered what else her Daddy's
"pee pee" could do?  She didn't take her hand off of it, but instead felt it
with her hand.  The organ responded to her touch as it ordinarily would.

That prompted Chrissy to say even further, "WOW!  It's getting so big
now....and hard!

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

Scheherazade lay curled within the nook between the Blue Djinn's mighty
arm, and heavily muscled torso.  She idly stroked the Djinn's waning
manhood, trying to urge it back to life again....for the tenth time.  She did
not feel in the least bit tired, although the Djinn was definitely showing
signs of fatigue.  In fact, Scheherazade was feeling positively vitalized,
alive with the erotic energies absorbed from their encounter.

She knew, from experience, that her nubile body was transmuting those
energies into magical energy, which she could use.  Scheherazade
wondered if it would be enough energy to traverse the boundaries
between her lamp and either Earth or Djinnar?

What was it the Djinn had hinted at?  He compared the barrier to a
rainbow.  Interesting comparison, she thought.

Before Scheherazade could consider the solution to the riddle in earnest,
the Djinn spoke.  "Scheherazade.  Tell me of you life before thee became
an initiate."

The question was enough to shake Scheherazade from her musings.  No
one had yet asked her that question, and she wondered, suspiciously why
any would be asking her now.  "Pray why thee need know my Lord, for
in truth my life did not begin until I met thee."

The Djinn was taken aback by the answer.  It was a good answer, which
only served to stoke his curiosity even more.  The Pasha wanted to know,
for some reason, from whence Scheherazade came.  In truth, the Blue
Djinn did not know.  All that he could recall was that he was drawn to this
lamp dimension himself, and knew the name of his initiate.

When the Djinn did not know the solution to the Pasha's query, it
prompted him to search for the answer.  There was no record of
Scheherazade in the Hall of Records, where such things are kept.  There
was no record of her coming into being, nor being assigned to the Blue
Djinn as an initiate.  It was all very curious.

The Djinn was compelled to press for an answer.  "You are too kind
sweet Scheherazade, but I must know from whence thee came."

Scheherazade began to play with the taskmaster's manhood a little more
vigorously in the hopes of distracting him.  She was reluctant to discuss her
origins with him.

The Djinn removed her hand from her loving ministrations.  "You will not
be permitted to enjoy my charms further til' thee tell me thy story."

Scheherazade sighed.  She was trapped, and she knew it. "I fear thee will
find it most boring, and will think the less of me."

The Blue Djinn couldn't imagine anything which would make him think less
of his dessert flower.  The very smell of her sweet natural perfume was
making his senses go haywire.  She hadn't yet formally joined his harem,
and she was already his favorite.  The Djinn believed that, after many
aeons, he may be in love.

"Nothing but nothing could ever quench my desire for you, Little One.  Do
you not know that thee are my favorite?"

"A fact that I trust does not sit well with thy first, Jasmine."

"Bah.  She is nothing more than a foot servant compared with thee."

"I fear there may yet be trouble with her Djinn."

"You may let me worry about Jasmine.  Now tell me thy tale before I am
forced to turn thee over my knee."

"Yet again?" commented Scheherazade slyly, referring to their recent
activity.

"By Allah.  You are an insatiable woman.  Will you never be satisfied?"

"Never," she giggled softly.

"Very well," roared the Djinn, his manhood springing to life.  "Know that
this is the last time.  I will hear thy story."

Scheherazade smiled as her hand resumed what it was doing before being
so rudely interrupted.  We'll see, she laughed to herself.  We'll see.

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

While Scheherazade was reveling in the glory of her body, Bill was just
beginning to explore his.

After he finished cleaning his new plumbing, he was red-faced with
embarrassment.  He had never felt so humiliated in all of his life.  Janet
observed the reaction of the person whom she thought was her daughter,
and sought to reinforce the good potty habits she just oversaw.

"You did very well Chrissy.  Mommy's very happy with you."  With that,
Janet gave a very naked Bill a gigantic hug.  Again, he needed the contact
of this person, even if she currently thought he was her daughter.  When
she hugged him, he felt a strange emotional twinge, that he never felt
before.

Bill was close with Janet, as close as a husband and wife could be.  Now
there was something altogether different between them.  He now shared
her blood.  Well, he shared at least half of her blood.  Through her gentle
care, and voice, Bill was feeling closer to her than he ever had before.  He
was wondering if he was feeling the natural bond between mother and
daughter.

That was when Bill relaxed for the first time since this whole thing
happened.  He was seeing a facet of Janet that he would never have
experienced had he not been thrust into Chrissy's body.  He concluded
that there would be no harm in exploring the nature of that mother-daughter
bond.  Therefore, he leaned into his role as Chrissy, deciding that
he might as well have fun with it before he got back to his own body.

If Chrissy was telling the truth, her genie could fix any harm that could be
done.  If not, he might as well get used to being Chrissy because he would
be her for a long time.

Janet released Bill, spinning him around.  "Let's put your pretty hair up so
we don't get it wet Pumpkin.  We'll wash your hair tomorrow night since
it's so late."

Janet put Bill's new long hair up into barrettes and bobby pins.  Although
the air in the bathroom was slightly chilled, he was not cold, basking as he
was in the warmth of a mother's love.

Minutes later, mother and daughter were happily playing in Bill's bubble
bath.  Bill's troubles at work just seemed to melt away....

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

Chrissy continued to stroke parts of her new body.  She didn't really
intend to do what she was doing.  However, the feeling was unlike any
that she had ever felt before.  It was almost hypnotic, and she found that,
like a new toy, she couldn't stop.  Suddenly it was so hard, and almost
painful, that she grew frightened.  Most of all she couldn't comprehend the
growing need to do something with it.

Chrissy was so frightened that she rapidly zipped up the zipper of the
pants that she was currently wearing, almost getting the enlarged thing
caught in it.  It made an uncomfortable and embarrassing bulge in the front
of the pants.

How does Daddy walk with this thing, she mentally asked herself, noting
the most obvious restriction to her movement.

She noted, aloud, "This isn't fun anymore.  I'm gonna find the locket so
I can get my own body back.  Daddy should be done with my bath soon."

Chrissy exited the downstairs restroom with a new resolve to find the
missing locket.

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

The fever of the touching and fondling between Scheherazade and the
Djinn grew at an astonishing rate.  The more the Djinn touched her, the
more he wanted her.  She was the most feminine creature that he had ever
known.

He wanted to do something different with her, something that he had never
done with any other.  An image began to form in his mind's eye.  It was
something that he had observed the current possessor of the Eye of Allah,
Peaches, do with another.  The Djinn recalled his name as Max.

Strange name, he noted mentally.

This was something he never saw in Djinnar, where most of the women
were of small bosom.  They were nothing when compared to the
extremely large breasts of Scheherazade, and to a lesser extent Peaches.
It was something which they did on earth.

The Djinn rolled Scheherazade over so that she was comfortably reclined
upon her back. He then straddled her, at about the level of her abdomen,
so that his engorged manhood stood straight out toward her lovely face.
The Djinn lowered his pelvis, despite his large size, so that the length of
his pride lay nestled within her abundant cleavage.  He began to move his
length forward and back in the velvety soft cleft, simulating a motion
usually reserved for elsewhere.

Scheherazade saw what the Djinn was doing, yet she didn't object.  Quite
the opposite, she thrilled to the touch of his manhood between her breasts.
She had done many things since becoming this petite personification of
femininity.  However, the thought of what was about to happen made her
feel more like a woman than anything else.

Scheherazade's hands reacted to her thoughts, pushing her breasts
together around the thrusting organ. They glistened with a light coat of
perspiration, providing just the right amount of lubrication. Her creamy
bosom, large as it was, was still not enough to totally surround the girth of
the Djinn.

She reached out with her self magic, slowly expanding her breasts, until
her bust measured no less than 100 inches.  Scheherazade concentrated
on her nipples, enlarging them until they were wide and huge.  Now her
breasts, when pushed together, were enough to form a tunnel for the
Djinn.

The Djinn began to thrust harder.  The very tip of his manhood touching
the face and chin of the object of his affection.  He noticed her massive
erect nipples.  With both hands he began to massage them in a circular
pattern, while she held her breasts together.

Scheherazade couldn't believe how small, submissive, feminine....and alive
she felt.  Words were quite beyond her now.  The only sound issuing from
her lips was a low, soft, "Ohhhhhhhhh........"

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

"Are you ready to get out of the water Chrissy?" asked Janet.

Bill reached up toward her, extending his hands.  He was playing the role
as his daughter to the hilt.  "Yes Mommy.  I'm getting cold."

In fact, gooseflesh had formed on his small body.  Janet went over to the
linen closet, grabbing a large, fluffy towel.  She unfolded it, draping it
between her to hands to receive him.

"Well, stand up."

Bill stood up in the tub, where the water was already beginning to drain
out.  He shivered, drawing his arms into his body, curled hands under his
chin.  It was a pose very much like the real Chrissy.

As he stood there shivering, Bill looked down at his naked body for the
first time.  He still couldn't believe how tiny he now was.  His body was
devoid of all bodily hair, except the slightest hint between his legs.  He
tried to maintain his composure when he saw the outside lips of his
youthful vagina.

Oh God, he thought, as if it was just occurring to him for the first time, I'm
a little girl!

Janet saved Bill from any further self inspection, by wrapping the large
towel around him.  She began to pat him dry, then lifted him effortlessly
from the tub, back onto the carpeted floor.  Involuntarily, Bill yawned
widely.

He had no idea exactly what kind of physical activity his daughter had run
this body through today, but he sure was exhausted.

Janet joked, good-naturedly, "I think one little girl is very tired."

Bill answered back, "I'm sweepy Mommy."

"You'll be in bed in a few minutes."

Janet finished drying Bill off.  She went back to the counter, grabbing a
pile of folded clothes. She also grabbed a disposable diaper. Janet had Bill
lay down on his back on the floor.  He watched as she secured the diaper
around his bottom.  Janet then handed him a pair of pajamas with the
image of Barney the dinosaur all over them.  Bill remembered that Barney
was Chrissy's favorite, now his favorite.

"I know you do Pumpkin.  Now put them on so I can brush your hair."

Bill put on the pajamas with the footies that his wife gave him.  This felt
good to a part of Bill which he didn't know even existed.  He didn't have
to think about things like this.  He didn't have to worry about anything, as
nothing was expected of him.  All he had to do was follow everything
Janet said, play, and have fun.  It was like a vacation from himself.

Janet sat cross-legged on the floor.  From where she was sitting, she
reached up to the counter, and pulled down a big hair brush.

"Come here, Chrissy," said Janet, patting her lap, where she wanted Bill
to sit.

Bill went and curled up in Janet's lap, feeling the warmth of her body.  He
had felt her bodily warmth many times before, but never quite like this.
Her proximity had a different effect upon this body. Instead of being
turned on he felt...safe, protected.  It was a feeling he liked very much.

Quite unexpectedly, Bill found himself saying, "I love you Mommy..."

This prompted Janet to give her pseudo-daughter another huge hug from
behind.  Bill thought, so this is a mother and daughter's bond.

Janet unpinned Bill's hair, letting fall down his shoulders and back.  She
began to brush out the hair in long, smooth strokes.  Bill found the feeling
of the bristles of the brush on his scalp very soothing.  Bill yawned
again...longer and deeper this time.

Once Janet had Bill's long hair detangled to her satisfaction, she picked
him up in her arms again.  He was so tired that he was little more than a
limp rag in her arms.  Janet turned to the bathroom mirror.  Bill saw the
reflection of Janet and Chrissy staring back at him.  Only he was Chrissy.

"See?  Such a pretty girl."

The image in the mirror was the very picture of a precious little girl.
However, at this stage he was too sleepy to even react.  Instead, he
simply laid his head on Janet's shoulder, closing his eyes, and repeating,
"I'm a pretty girl."

Janet laughed.  "Off to bed with you young lady."

By the time Janet carried the tiny body into Chrissy's room, Bill was fast
asleep.  She laid him down on the bed, tucked him in, and kissed him on
the cheek.

"Good night Chrissy."

Through his haze of sleep, Bill whispered, "G'nite Mommy."  It was only
7:30p.m.

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

Scheherazade lay there, lost in the afterglow.  The Djinn had left
her...finally.  She knew not why he left, only that he seemed to be called
by some unknown voice.  She was happy.  Not only had she had one of
the most incredible experiences since she became a woman, she didn't
have to tell the Djinn the story of her origin.

She had no illusions, for Scheherazade knew that it would be a story for
another day.

Scheherazade felt more like a woman at this very second than she ever
had before.  She lay there enjoying the feeling of the moist stickiness still
upon her breasts and chest.  Idly, she reached out with her hands rubbing
the stickiness further into her breasts, which had returned to the normal
impressive size, as if it was some type of skin lotion.

Her mind returned to the riddle of the barrier.  There was something about
a rainbow, but she just couldn't put a finger on it.  Scheherazade tried to
picture a rainbow in her mind.  In her mind she tried to approach the
rainbow, and was able to do so easily.  However, there was something
about it that didn't seem quite right.

With a thought, Scheherazade erased the lampscape into a void.  With
another thought, she recreated the idyllic meadow that she usually enjoyed
while within the lamp.  This time it would be different.

Scheherazade created the illusion of a bright, shiny sun beaming down
upon the meadow.  While the pseudo-sun was shining on high, she created
from her self magic a brief summer shower.  The rain was cool and clear.

Now Scheherazade could have easily cleaned herself with a mere thought
after the tryst with the Djinn.  However, since she had gone to the trouble
of creating a cool shower, she decided to enjoy its refreshing embrace.
Scheherazade danced around in the shower with her long loose hair
swirling all about, and her free breasts jiggling enticingly.

As she expected, the interaction of the sun, and the shower created a
rainbow near the horizon of the lampscape.  She didn't know how long it
would last, so time was of the essence.  Scheherazade willed a portion of
her self magic to the surface, with a tug of  her ear.  Instantly, she was
clad in a dry harem outfit like the one that she usually wore. Her hair was still
heavy and damp with rainwater.

Scheherazade gazed at the shimmering beauty of the rainbow.  She put
one slipper-clad foot in front of the other, as she tried to draw closer to
the prismatic light effect.  The strangest thing happened.  The more she
walked forward, the further away the rainbow seemed to be.  No matter
how far Scheherazade moved forward, she was no closer to the precious
rainbow.

That's when Scheherazade remembered a bit of science that she had
learned in high school when she was Tony.  There is no way that an
ordinary person, or Djinnee, who had not been schooled in science could
possibly know it, but a rainbow is an optical illusion.  The location of a
rainbow is always relative to where you are standing.  In that way, you
could never get closer, or for that matter farther away from a rainbow.

The question remained.  How do you pass through, or under a rainbow?
Scheherazade closed her eyes, and tried to visualize.  "That's it!" she cried
aloud.

The location of the rainbow depends upon sight...vision.  All she would
have to do is see where the rainbow is, close her eyes, and walk toward
it.  What was important could not be seen with the eyes.  She would
simply have to trust that it was there.

Scheherazade's heart swelled with appreciation for the simple beauty of
the riddle.  She noted the location of the rainbow from her vantage point,
closed her eyes, and began to walk.

By and by, Scheherazade opened her eyes.  Sure enough, the rainbow
was now on the other side of her.  She had passed under the rainbow, and
believing!

She turned her attention to the barrier.  This meant the barrier had only
existed in her mind.  It was self  imposed by the power of suggestion. That
meant, to a larger extent,  the only limitations on her powers were those
she imposed upon herself.  This was the final lesson of the initiate!

In time, she knew that she would be able to do this without closing her
eyes, but for the first time it was necessary.  Scheherazade closed her eyes
once again, and began to walk toward the illusion of the barrier.  She
believed.

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

Chrissy crawled around, on her hands and knees, on the carpeted floor
at the bottom of the stairs.  She had looked everywhere for the locket.
Still, she had no luck.  Mercifully, the swelling in her lap had subsided.
The experience still left her with a very real fear of the thing she knew to
be there.

She was just about to give up when she laid her eyes upon a pair of pink
slippers with curled up tips.  Chrissy recognized those slippers.  She
looked up to find the smiling face of Scheherazade.

"Shay!" she cried happily in her father's bass voice.

"Chrissy?" questioned Scheherazade just before she was overcome by a
strong wave of fatigue.  Apparently, it took a lot of self magic to be able
to traverse the barrier.  She suspected it would take even more energy to
remain on this side of the barrier.  Any other magic, other than maintaining
her presence was simply out of the question.  It was taking everything that
she had, despite the energy recently gain from the Djinn, just to stand
there.

"Yes.  It's me.  Why did you do this to me?  Why did you put me in my
Daddy's body?"

Scheherazade wanted to answer, but she was too tired.  She tried to take
a step forward, but was unable.  She noticed that she was standing astride
a potted palm plant.  Scheherazde quickly, and correctly figured out that
she could not yet travel far from the locket/lamp yet.  That would take
more practice, and more energy.

Her eyes shifted to the new body of Chrissy, specifically the crotch.
Scheherazade knew exactly how she could obtain the energy that she
needed to stay outside the lamp.  She wanted it so badly.  Her mind
reeled with the ramifications of what this meant.  In order to stay outside
the lamp for any length of time on her own, she would have to constantly
absorb the ambient erotic energy of sexual activity.  Outside the lamp,
Scheherazade would have to be a virtual breeding machine.

She couldn't bring herself to do it...not this way.  Inside, Chrissy was still
just a baby.  She was a baby girl at that!  It would just be wrong.
Scheherazade had no other choice.  She would have to retreat into her
lamp.

"Have...to...go..." she managed to whisper, barely audible.

"No.  Don't go Shay." Chrissy insisted.

"Find...locket.  Summon...me." Scheherazade instructed.  She was nearly
spent, and she felt her knees buckling.

"But I've tried to find it.  It's lost."

With her remaining energy, Scheherazade reached out with her magical
sense to find the locket.  Her eyes were instantly drawn to the branch of
the palm where it was intertwined with the leaves.

"In...the...tr...e...e..." she replied as she faded out of sight.

Chrissy jumped up, running to the tree.  There, before her eyes was the
locket...

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

Scheherazade crossed over the terminator that separates her former world
from the pocket realm of her lamp.  No sooner was she back within the
safe confines of her lampscape, than she felt the ambient magical energies
infusing her very being.

She still felt extremely weak, and virtually powerless.  Scheherazade knew
that in time the ambient energies would restore her abilities to their former
majesty.  Of course, there were other ways to be re-energized, but there
were no potential partners to be found.  Scheherazade knew that she
would not be able to do any substantial fetes of magic for a while.  Her
explorations across the barrier, into the mortal coil, had cost her dearly.

However, she now knew how to cross the barriers out of the lamp.  The
last mystery had been solved.

Further contemplation of this aspect of her power was interrupted by the
thoughtcall of a familiar voice outside Scheherazade's lamp.

*Shay?  Are you there?* the thoughtvoice was still the soft child's voice
of Chrissy.

Scheherazade answered, albeit weakly, *I'm here, Honey.  I'm inside the
locket again.*

*Come out to see me. . .please.* pled Chrissy.

The summons made, Scheherazade dissolved into the shimmering pink
mist that preceded her egress in and out of her lamp/locket.   She had
been transformed into this ethereal state many times, yet she never ceased
being overwhelmed by the intense pleasure it generated.   Dissolution was
followed by the pull, almost like gravity, elsewhere.

Scheherazade materialized into her corporeal form before the very large
body of Bill Conners.  The body belied the spirit that was now trapped
within.  Scheherazade assumed her traditional submissive pose when
summoned: head bowed, and hands and arms folded into a praying
gesture.

"As you command, Chrissy," she greeted aloud, still very weak.  The
scant few seconds inside the lamp had not allowed her sufficient time to
recover even the barest fraction of her power.

"Why did you change me into Daddy, and my Daddy into me, Shay?"

"Shhh," warned Scheherazade, lifting one single finger to her lovely lips. 
"You must keep your voice down, or thinkspeak to me, so that your
Mommy does not hear us."

*Okay,* thought Chrissy to Scheherazade.

*You made a wish, Chrissy.  You may not have meant to do it, but you
did it just the same.  When you make a wish, even if you didn't mean it,
I must grant it.  If I don't, it will hurt me. . .or even kill me,* explained
Scheherazade to her youthful master.

Chrissy searched her memory. *But. . .I didn't make a wish. . .honest.*

*You did, Honey.  You wished that your Daddy understood how you
felt.* As she thoughtspoke, Scheherazade motioned for the two of them
to move into the living room, out of the line of sight of Janet.  She did not
need to see the body of her husband speaking to a scantily clad Djinnee.

Chrissy followed behind Scheherazade.  She noticed Scheherazade's 
heart shaped bottom wiggling back and forth through the translucent silk
of her harem pants.  She wondered why she hadn't noticed how pretty it 
was before now?  Without warning, Chrissy's newest asset responded to
her stray thoughts by beginning to swell.  She turned a brilliant shade of
scarlet in embarrassment.

Scheherazade noticed Chrissy's coloration. As well as the gingerly way
that she was walking.  Scheherazade recognized the gait from her past
incarnation, her eyes lowering to a growing bulge in the front of Chrissy's
trousers.

*What's wrong Chrissy?*

Chrissy was, again, very upset and frightened. *It's Daddy's pee pee.  I
was looking at your heiny, and it's all big and stuff.  It feels weird.  I'm
scared.*

Chrissy sat carefully on the couch.  Scheherazade sat next to her, their legs
touching.  She was close enough to Chrissy that her natural perfume,
saturated as it was with feminine phermones, began to interact with her
new male biochemistry.  The fact that Scheherazade took Chrissy's large
hand into hers didn't help matters much either.

Chrissy felt that part of her grow even bigger and harder.  Scheherazade
could feel, through the mental rapport, that Chrissy was frantic.  She could
sense the effect that her presence was having on Bill's body. 

*There's nothing to be afraid of, Sweetheart.  That's what a boy's pee
pee does around a pretty girl when he grows up.  It's very natural. 
Everything will be okay.* explained Scheherazade, as she caressed
Chrissy's hand.

*Why does it get so big like that?  And hard?*

Scheherazade didn't know quite how to explain in terms that Chrissy
would understand.  Therefore, she just formed the simplest, most innocent,
image of intercourse in her mind so that Chrissy could see for herself.  She
realized this was something that her parents should be telling her years
from now, but the current circumstances didn't leave Scheherazade much
of a choice.

*Eww.  That's icky, Shay.*

*No.  It's not.  It can be very beautiful.  That is how mommies and
daddies make babies.  That is how your Mommy and Daddy made you.*

*Really?* exclaimed Chrissy in thoughtspeak.  She was gaining a whole
new perspective of the source of her current discomfort.  

Chrissy was so wide-eyed that it made Scheherazade laugh, in spite of
herself.

*How do I make it go away?  It's starting to hurt.  Can't you make me
Chrissy again, and my Daddy himself?*

*I'm sorry, Honey, but I can't.  I don't have enough energy.  I'm very,
very tired.  I don't think that I can switch you and your Daddy back until
I get some energy back.*

*Awww,* Chrissy whined. *That's not fair.  Can't you get your energy
back faster?*

*I can Chrissy.  There is a way, but I don't think we can do it.  It just
wouldn't be right.*

Chrissy grew very excited, although her current situation prevented her
from jumping up and down as she wanted to. *What?  Tell me. . .please.*

*That thing that I showed you that mommies and daddies do would help
me.  It would give me strength.  We can't though.  You're just a baby. .
.a little girl.  I couldn't ask you to do that.*

Chrissy smirked, saying aloud this time, "Nuh-uh.  I'm not a little girl
anymore.  I'm a man.  I wanna help you so you can put me and Daddy
back."

Through the course of their conversation, Chrissy's new manhood had lost
some of it's rigidity.  It was definitely starting to wane, although
Scheherazade's proximity kept her body in a high state of arousal.

It was no less stressful for Scheherazade.  Being around any male body,
let alone the virile, handsome body of Bill Conners, was difficult. 
Chrissy's male phermones were having a similar effect upon
Scheherazade.  Already the moisture between her legs was flowing in
copious amounts, and her nipples were swollen and hard.  She felt warm
all over. . .for in truth she wanted to have her way with Chrissy's new
body.  Scheherazade bit her lips in order to restrain herself.

Unconsciously, the caress of Scheherazade's hand, within Chrissy's, was
taking on a more sensuous aspect.  Chrissy's hands returned the caresses.
Their fingers intertwined.

Scheherazade reluctantly pulled herself back from the brink.  It took all of
her willpower not to drop to her knees, and caress Chrissy's manhood the
way she was caressing her hand.

Chrissy broke into Scheherazade's turmoil. *Shay?  I don't think I can do
this now.  My pee pee isn't as big or hard as it was.  It's going away.*

*I can change that, Chrissy.*

*How can you do that?*

Without so much as a word, Scheherazade began to undo the bra-like top
which restrained her heaving bosom, letting them swing free.

*That won't help Shay.  I've seen your boobies before.  I've had them
too.*

*Not like this, Chrissy.  Look at them.*

Chrissy looked, really looked, at Scheherazade's large breasts.  They
were much bigger, and beautiful than she remembered them to be. 
Tentatively, she reached out one of the big hands, touching a breast. 
Touching quickly became fondling.  Her hands seemed to be working on
their own.

Just as Scheherazade said, Chrissy's asset enlarged, even larger than
before.

*I feel like kissing it, Shay.*

*You can kiss it, Honey.*

Chrissy leaned over, in Bill Conner's body, kissing the big breast.  Just as
Scheherazade had done to her this afternoon, albeit under much different
circumstances, she took a very erect nipple into her mouth.  She suckled
just as she did when she was a baby.  It was different this time.

*Yessss.* Scheherazade said through their rapport.  The very word, and
emotion attached to it, snapped her out of it.

She pushed Chrissy away. *No.  We can't do this, Sweetheart.  I know
you're a man on the outside, but your still a baby on the inside.  Little
children shouldn't do this.  You will when you're older, with somebody
you love.*

*But I love you, Shay* came the response.  

The effect upon Scheherazade was almost heartbreaking.  She was
literally being torn apart by need, desire, her conscious, and her genuine
affection for Chrissy.

*I can wish you to do it Shay* said Chrissy.  Scheherazade had taught her
young mistress too well.

*NO!* protested Scheherazade.

*I do.  I wish you would get your energy back with me.*

The wish was made.  Scheherazade had no choice, despite every part of
her sense of right and wrong telling her this was very wrong.

*Okay Chrissy.  You need to do something for me.*

*What do you want me to do?*

*Make one more wish.  It will make me feel better, and you will know
how to do what mommies and daddies do.*

*Okay.  What?*

*Wish that you knew everything that your Daddy knows.*

*Do you have enough energy to do it?*

*Yes I do.  It doesn't take a lot of magic.*

*I wish that I knew everything that Daddy knows.*

Scheherazade felt the remaining power within her well to the surface.  She
tugged her right ear setting the spell that she had in mind into motion.  She
knew that she did not have the power to simply will into being that which
was wished, as she usually did.  She was so low on power, all that she
could do was trigger the magics, and then directly manipulate its course
from within.

Everything stopped around Scheherazade.  There was not even sound. 
She had not stopped time, as that required more magical energy which she
currently possessed.  She chose the alternative.  Scheherazade, as
gracefully as a belly dancer, slipped between the seconds that make up
time.

She rose, raising both slender arms, not unlike a maestro directing an
orchestra.  With one hand she gestured toward where she sensed Bill
Conners was slumbering upstairs.

The knowledge, intellect, memories, and everything that made Bill
Conners a special being unto himself flowed from the body of the three-year-
old girl sleeping upstairs.   They hung in the air, each memory,
experience, or bit of knowledge as a fleck of light, much like a swarm of
butterflies.  The suspended essence of Bill took on a bluish caste. 

Scheherazade gestured a second time to the form of Bill Conners near her. 
At the same time, all of the same things that made Chrissy special unto
herself flowed into the air.  These bits of Chrissy's essence took on a
pinkish caste.

The Djinnee moved her hands together, causing the glistening multicolored
flecks suspended in the air to merge together.  The essence of Bill was
much larger, as his years of life had expanded his being.  The blue greatly
outnumbered the bits of pink.

Her arcane senses reached out, touching the flecks.  Each small fleck
contained the life experience of its host, but by itself was not enough to
animate a living body.  It was the totality of all of the flecks, reflecting
back the internal light from each other which gave rise to the living essence
of a person.

Scheherazade's skill switched from that of a maestro to that of a skilled
weaver. Transformation of the spirit, although requiring much less magic,
was infinitely harder than transformation of the flesh.  She wiggled her
fingers, prompting the individual flecks to begin to coalesce into long
strands, not unlike threads.  

She separated the swirling mass, which contained both essences into two
separate masses.  One was big, while the other small.  She wove the
disparate strands of the larger mass together so that it was mostly blue,
with strands of pink scattered throughout.  The other, was mostly pink,
with numerous strands of blue scattered throughout.

With a wave of the hand, She dismissed the smaller mass toward the body
of Chrissy.  With the other hand, she did a lowering gesture.  She watched
as that mass swirled for but an instant, before disappearing into the body
of Bill Conners.

However, it was not a complete switch of memories.  That, again,
required much too much energy.  Even then, the soul of Chrissy would
remain within Bill, and vice versa.  They would only believe themselves to
be as they appeared.  Their true souls would forever remain restless,
aware of something amiss.  That was not an answer.

 No.  This was a temporary measure to allow Scheherazade to acquire
enough energy to set things right.  The original things remained within their
true owner, but submerged deeper into their consciousness.  In essence
their true self became like knowledge which was accessible, and usable. 
The life experience of the other became closer to the surface, as a
personality construct.   In a very real sense of the word, Chrissy became
everything that Bill was.  Bill became everything that Chrissy was.

Exhausted, Scheherazade slipped out of that space between the seconds
of time, slumping to where she had been sitting next to Chrissy.

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

Upstairs, Bill was sleeping on his back, just as he always did, in Chrissy's
bed.   Asleep as he was, he did not sense Scheherazade's spell.

When it was done, he rolled to his left side, curling up into a ball.  It was
a position that Chrissy always favored when she slept.  Bill's right hand
moved toward his face, as the thumb found its way into his mouth.  He
started to suckle the thumb, just as his other hand found, and clutched
tightly a worn teddy bear.

Bill sighed in his sleep.

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

Jasmine strolled the marketplace of Djinnar.  As the First One of the
harem, in the House of the Blue, it was her duty to oversee the operation
of the house itself.  There were many favorites of the Blue Djinn, which
only she knew, and for which only she would shop.  After all, the First
One would have to do something to ensure that she remained the favorite
of all of the harem.  Jasmine kept a secret of many of the Djinn's favorite
things, entrusting their procurement to no soul, save her own.

However, now Jasmine's status of the favored of the Blue Djinn was being
threatened by this "Desert Flower," Scheherazade.  The very thought of
her name only served to ignite Jasmine's fury, although outwardly she
remained composed.

The thing which inflamed her the most was that even she had to admit that
Scheherazade was the fairest, ripest, and most feminine creature ever seen
in Djinnar.  Although she could try to emulate her form, he could not ever
hope to do so with her manner, or others nuances, which made up the
whole.  There was something within Scheherazade's spirit which made her
exterior merely the personification of what lay inside.  She even heard
whispers that Scheherazade's powers were vast, perhaps even the rival
of the Blue Djinn himself.

How could she ever hope to duplicate that?  Clearly, desperate measures
were called for to insure that she would remain the favored.

Jasmine reached for the succulent, sweet fruit that the Blue Djinn so loved
after exercising his manhood, only to see a dark hand grab it before her. 
The hand was large, with long sharp nails.  However, its most striking
feature was ebon skin, which neither reflected nor absorbed light.

Her eyes followed the hand to a powerful wrist, and from there onward
to massively muscled arms.  Every inch of the way was that same dark
skin.  Jasmine's eyes glanced to the face of the intruder.  

He was handsome . . . dangerously so.  His head, as was preferred of
most Djinn was shorn clean, save for a long black tail of hair sprouting
from the back of his scalp, flowing down his back.  That black hair, as
well as a beard were even, if it was possible, was even darker than his
skin.  Both of the intruder's pointed ears were adorned by large golden
hoop earrings.

Jasmine recognized him instantly, for in truth, who would not know the
striking visage of the Black Djinn?  His extremely large form towered over
that of the tall, but now relatively smaller form of Jasmine.  Jasmine
controlled, as best as she could, the urge to flee the Black Djinn.

The Black Djinn smiled a wide dazzling smile of straight white teeth.  They
reflected the light, as if they themselves were constructed of light.  "May
I be of service to thee, Lady Jasmine, the First One of the Blue Djinn," he
asked in a smooth low voice, handing her the fruit?

"N-n-no.  I mean y-y-es." she stammered nervously, as her shaking hand
took the fruit from his outstretched hand.

"One must do what one must to retain their status do they not, Jasmine?"

How could he know, worried Jasmine?  She knew better to question him. 
The ways of the Black Djinn were mysterious, shrouded in secrecy.  All
was known was that he was powerful . . . if not treacherous.  His goal of
ruling Djinnar had once brought him into direct confrontation with the
Pasha, and only succeeded in having the Black House stripped of all
things.  The Black Djinn, however, remained a thorn in the side of the
Pasha.

All were warned to steer well clear of the Black Djinn.

"I-I know you.  You are the Black Djinn."

"I see my reputation precedes me."

Jasmine turned to go, as rapidly as she could.  "I have been warned not
to converse with thee.  You are a pariah.  If I am seen with thee, I will
surely be punished by the Blue Djinn."

"Jasmine.  Why go?  I can help thee remain the First One of the Blue
Djinn.  I can help thee with Scheherazade."

This made Jasmine stop in her tracks, and turn back to face the Black
Djinn.  He was a trickster, so she had to be very careful.  He was said to
be very persuasive, all of those choosing to deal with him paying a terrible
price.

"How do thee know of the Desert Flower?"

"Ahh, Jasmine.  I know many things.  It is better for thee that thee not
know.  I know that your heart doth seethe with fury for her."

"Y-you can see this?"

"Only the blind cannot.  Fortunately, many are blind, including your
precious Blue Djinn.  Your calm demeanor does serve you well.  I am not
so fooled, for truly it has been said that what is important cannot be seen
with the eyes."

Jasmine didn't know what to do.  Clearly, the Black Djinn knew of all of
her secrets.  There was no way for her to hide from him.

"I fear there is nothing that even one such as you can do.  She is already
the favored of my Lord.  I cannot take any direct action against her, nor
would I be successful if I did.  She is said to have vast powers that dwarf
my meager abilities.  I should just accept my fate."

"True.  Direct confrontation is not the answer here Jasmine.  I would pose
a question of thee: What if thee could be the Desert Flower,
Scheherazade?  Then thee would still be the favored of thy Blue Djinn,
would thee not?"

Jasmine gasped, "Such a thing is not possible. . . ."

"Not impossible merely . . . difficult.  If I could do this for thee, exchange
thy essence for that of Scheherazade so that thee would have her form and
power?  Would thee do such a thing?"

"And what of her?"

"She would be trapped within thy form.  She could even be made to think
that she is Jasmine."

"I would never work.  There are many nuances that make up
Scheherazade, which I could not possess, and which would surely give me
away."

"Not so Jasmine.  As I said, the magic is difficult, but not impossible.  All
that she is you would be . . . even her nuances.  Only save you and I need
know."

Jasmine pondered for a moment.  "What would I have to do for thee, for
thee to grant me this boon?"

"Thee need only to deliver a gift to Scheherazade to set the wheels in
motion."

"Aye.  Black Djinn.  I shall do this for thee.  You have an ally." smiled
Jasmine, knowing she could not know what he could possibly want our of
all of this.

"Indeed!" smiled the Black Djinn back.

"How do I know I can trust thee?"

"You do not, but you also have no choice.  If you do nothing, you will no
longer be the favored of thy Lord.  If  you are found out, you will no
longer be the favored.  If you try something on thy own, and fail, you will
no longer be the favor.  Mine is the only way."

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

Scheherazade saw Chrissy stir.  There was something different about her
now, as Scheherazade well knew.  Chrissy's entire aspect had change,
from the way she held herself, to the way she now moved.

*Shay?* thoughtspoke Chrissy.  Even the tone of her thought voice had
changed, although it was still that of Chrissy.

*I'm very tired now, Honey.  That wish took a lot out of me.*
Scheherazade knew she could now talk intelligently to her mistress,
without having to explain things the way she had to do with a child.

*I feel different now.  Now I know what to do with this penis, and why.
I don't know if I can make love to you.  It would be wrong to do that to
Janet.*

Chrissy didn't even realize that the manner of her speech had grown very
adult now.  She even referred to her mother as Janet.  Most of all, there
was a feeling of marital loyalty, that otherwise would not be present in a
three-year-old child.  The change that Scheherazade had worked was
truly wondrous.

Additionally, although Chrissy didn't recognize it, her thoughtvoice
deepened, become more bass . . . more male.

*This body feels so natural now, like it is the one I've always have.* noted
Chrissy very adultly.

*It is the magic.  You will now feel, walk, talk, and even react like your
father.  You will not have to play act anymore.  You can actually be your
father.*

*But what about me, Shay?*

*Who are you?*

*I'm Chrissy Conners.* Chrissy observed.

*See, Honey?  You are still you.  If  you concentrate, you will remember
everything that you knew as Chrissy.  It'll just seem like it happened to
another person, but you will remember.  Now . . . You must love me to
restore some of my energy.*

*I can't.*

Scheherazade thought it was a problem with a waning erection again.  She
slipped the vest of her outfit off of her shoulders, removing one arm, and
then the other.  Next, she undid the halter of her breasts, letting it fall
forward.  Now the full feminine glory of her breasts could be seen.  Her
hand, once free, slid over Chrissy thigh, to the soft bulge in her lap.

*That can be fixed, just relax.  You'll know what to do.*

*No.  It's not that.  I want to, believe me that every part of me wants too. 
I love Janet.  Not like daughter loves a mother, but the way a husband
loves a wife.  I want to be with her.*

*You can't leave me like this.  I need the energy of love to restore me. 
You must help me Master.* Scheherazade's simple request growing into
a plea.

Scheherazade leaned over pressing her breasts into Chrissy's chest. 
Chrissy felt the massive breasts flattened against her chest, just as he felt
her hand continuing to fondle her penis.  It felt soo good.  

Scheherazde kissed her on the lips, forcing her tongue into Chrissy's
mouth.   The male urges were too strong, and Scheherazade's charms too
much for her to resist.  She kissed Scheherazade back, very hard, their
tongues meeting for the first time.

Scheherazade released her touch of Chrissy's penis long enough to take
her large hand, lift it to her heaving breast, and place it thereupon.  She
broke the kiss long enough to whisper into Chrissy's ear.

"Put your hand on me, Chrissy."

With one simple request, the two impassioned lovers began their dance
there on the couch, while Janet was completing a few domestic chores
upstairs.

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

"Why can you not bring thy gift to Scheherazade thyself," asked Jasmine
to the Black Djinn.  They sat at cafe on the outskirts of the marketplace. 
The Black Djinn had adopted the guise of a much smaller salesman.

"You well know that unless I am of the Blue House, that I cannot traverse
the barrier to that of a Blue initiate, unless I am carried by one of the Blue
themselves.  That is why I require your aid, and for which you will be
rewarded.  You as the First One, are permitted into the lamp of
Scheherazade for harem training.  You can carry me across."

"What is thy gift.  I doubt that she will accept a gift from me.  Already she
senses my hatred for her."

"As a member of the Blue's harem is their not a traditional raiment that
you are required to adorn."

"Yes, but . . . . " Jasmine began to reply.

"Then you will deliver to her that raiment.  The Blue Djinn will reward for
your foresight.  You must give her the instruction to wear it always."

"She has not yet been measured for the traditional dress."

"That is okay.  Picture it in her in your mind."

Jasmine did as she was told.  The Black Djinn saw Scheherazade for the
first time in Jasmine's minds' eye.  He was breathless.  Truly she was a
beauty of legendary measure.  Her dimensions were no less impressive.

"Truly, the Desert Flower."

"You see why I have such hatred for her?" snapped Jasmine.

"Indeed."

Jasmine sighed.  Another male had fallen under the spell of Scheherazade!

"You will deliver to her this package."

Jasmine looked around.  No package was to be seen.  By the time she
looked back to the visage of the Black Djinn, she saw that he had
shrunken quite a bit.  As she watched, he shrunk further still, splitting into
pieces.

One of the pieces continued to change into the blue sequined panties of a
traditional Blue harem outfit.  The other piece formed a halter of the top
of such outfit.  The cups were perfectly formed, and very large to contain
the bosom of Scheherazade.

Jasmine picked them up.  They felt just like a normal harem outfit, yet
slightly warm to the touch, as if they were alive.

"Djinn?" asked Jasmine.

Although the Black Djinn no longer had ears to hear, or eye to see, he
could sense all that occurred around him with mystical senses.

One though, in the voice of the Black Djinn formed in Jasmine's head:
*Scheherazade has many secrets I must learn before we make the
switch.*

Jasmine smiled broadly now.  Scheherazade would be wearing her own
spy.

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

When Bill Conners was a child, he had an intense fear of loud noises. 
Naturally, he was afraid of anything which made a loud noise.  Even after
he grew up, he showed an aversion to anything which made a loud noise.

One of the things which terrified Bill as a child was trains.  Most children
love trains . . . but not Bill.  He never, ever told anybody about his
recurring nightmares about trains.  There he was, on a train track, in the
black of the night, with the headlight of a train bearing down upon him. 
The thunder of the train wheels on the metal tracks was a deafening roar. 
He tried to get off the track, but could not.  The more that he tried, the
heavier his legs became.  The faster he tried to run, the slower he became. 
It always ended the same way.  He woke up just before the train ran him
over.

Bill had not experienced that dream for many, many years . . . that is until
tonight.

The drastic change worked upon him by the magic of Scheherazade had
a drastic effect upon him.  Outwardly he lay, curled up in Chrissy's
favorite position, sucking his thumb, and clutching her teddy tightly.  Inside
his mind, he was the good old adult Bill walking down a train track.

He was dressed in a business suit.  Bill looked around, confused, with a
feeling of uneasiness that he couldn't put his finger on.  What the hell was
he doing on a train track, in the middle of the night, in work clothes no
less.  Wait a minute, he thought.  I recognize this place . . . I've been here
before.  Almost as if on cue, the light of an oncoming train appeared in the
distance.

He tried to get of the track, but couldn't. Next he tried to run, however,
it felt as if his legs were stuck in mud.  The feeling of uneasiness changed
into one of deep concern.  As he tried to run, Bill felt his clothes becoming
bigger on him.  He looked down upon himself, only to see that he was
definitely shrinking.

Bill became littler and littler with each step.  Still, the train drew ever
closer.  He could hear it now, it roared like thunder.

He felt his clothes shift around him.  A T-shirt replaced dress shirt and tie.
Cut off shorts replaced slacks, as beat up tennis shoes formed out of his
black wing tips.  Bill was dressed exactly like he had when he was six
years old.  He drew his hands up to his face, now seeing that in fact his
body had regressed into that of his former six-year-old self.  Bill's terror,
fully manifest, rushed to the surface.

The train was almost upon him now.  Bill was almost frantic, all of his
childhood fears came back to him.

The changes didn't stop.  Bill began to shrink again.  He looked down at
himself to see how tiny he was becoming.  He felt his hair growing like
wildfire from his scalp, just as he felt his arms and legs narrow.  He felt
the boyhood between his legs shrivel, with each sluggish step, into
nothingness.

"What's happening to me?" Bill cried out in his dream, but his voice was
that of a little girl.

His clothes flowed one more time, reforming into a frilly girl's dress.
Bill's shoes became mary jane's.  The long, naturally curly hair tousled about 
in front of his face, in his eyes, in his mouth.

"This isn't me . . ." he cried again.  He knew that it was.  Memories of
playing with dolls, playing house, and helping his mommy sprang into his
head.  "I'm Chrissy . . ."

She screamed "MOMMY!" at the top of his lungs in his sleep, just as the
train appeared on top of her.

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

Janet was at the top of the stairs, ready to rejoin her husband, when she
heard it.  It was the sound of her daughter screaming "MOMMY!!"

She abruptly turned, running toward Chrissy's room.  Her daughter was
sitting up, thumb still in her mouth, and sobbing.  Janet scooped the
distraught baby up into her arms holding her tenderly.  The poor thing was
trembling so.

She smoothed the baby's hair with a free hand, in an attempt to calm her
daughter down.

"It's okay, Baby.  Mommy's right here.  Shhhh.  Everything's going to be
okay, you're safe with me."

The frightened Bill wrapped his little arms around Janet's neck, as well as
his tiny legs around her torso.  He buried his face into the crook of her
neck, underneath her hair.  Bill found Janet's soft words, and her scent
very comforting.  Eventually, his heart rate slowed.  His sobs dried.

"Now, what was that all about, Baby?  What scared you so much?"

From his comfortable position, Bill tried to communicate to the adult
woman that he had, had a bad nightmare.  The only problem was that, try
as he might, he couldn't think of the word "nightmare."  The vocabulary
was gone.  The only thing which he could come up with was, "Scary
dream."

"It's okay, Pumpkin.  It was just a dream.  It wasn't real."

However, to Bill, it was more than just a dream.  He didn't know what it
was, but something had changed drastically since he fell asleep.

What's happening to me, he thought?  The voice in his head wasn't his
familiar male tone anymore, but was high, and very childlike.  Now he
really started to panic.  Bill tried to remember who he was.  He knew that
he was Bill Conners, but the details of his life, and all of his memories,
seemed so far away . . . like it was another lifetime altogether.

Instead, he remembered playing . . . with dolls!  He remembered
preschool, and the mean boys there.

Bill started to sob wildly once again, as he realized that he wasn't
pretending to be Chrissy anymore.  He was becoming Chrissy!

Janet heard her daughter beginning to cry once again, as she nestled
further into the crook of her neck.  Janet naturally assumed that it was just
the dream.  She responded by rocking the child back and forth, and
commenced to since her a lullaby.

The lullaby must have had an extremely comforting effect upon the child
because her eyelids drooped . . . then closed.  Reflexively, one of her
hands let go of Janet's neck, the thumb making its way into her mouth.

Janet smiled to herself when she heard a contented sucking noise.  The
more that she sang, the more her daughter became dead weight in her
arms.  It didn't matter.  The child was so small and light that she could
easily be lifted with one arm.  By and by, the wee arms and legs grew
slack, the lullaby working its somnambulistic magic.

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

While Janet comforted her child upstairs, the entanglement of Chrissy and
Scheherazade had progressed quite far downstairs.  After writhing around
on the sofa, intertwined, and kissing, licking, touching, and nipping each
other, they settled down to one position.

Chrissy was on the bottom, with Scheherazade's moist womanhood in her
face.  Scheherazade was on top, completing the classic "69" position, with
her mouth on Chrissy's stiffly erect manhood.  Both were exploring every
inch of the other with enthusiastic vigor.  They sent sensations of joy and
pleasure back to the other through the rapport which they shared.

Scheherazade stopped bobbing up and down long enough to pose a
question to Chrissy, "Well?  What do you think?"

Chrissy pulled her tongue from Scheherazade's slick vagina to respond
breathlessly, "I like this.  I like it a lot!  Adults' play is a lot more fun
than children."  Her face glistened with Scheherazade's honey.

The resemblance to Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't lost on Scheherazade,
making her giggle.

Chrissy returned to the job at hand, but could still here Scheherazade say,
"The problem is that most adults forget that it is play.  They think of it as
a job, or a chore."

She paused long enough to run her fingertips over the silky smooth skin of
Scheherazade's inner thighs. From there, she moved both hands around
Scheherazade's waist, taking both firm cheeks of her derriere into her
hands.  Chrissy gently pulled her back down to her hungry tongue.  The
smell of Scheherazade's sweet musk drove her crazy with desire.

Chrissy felt Scheherazade's lips encircle her new penis.  It felt so
wonderful, and she languished in the sensation of the tip in her warm, wet
mouth.  Chrissy wondered how her penis would feel if it was inside that
which she was so eagerly licking.  The very thought touched some
memory already residing within her.  Something deep in her rushed to the
surface.  She felt it there lingering, wanting to burst out so badly.

She stopped, whispering to Scheherazade, "I'm close . . . Shay.  What
should I do?"

"Wait for me.  Just relax, and it will all come naturally." purred
Scheherazade, as she also ceased what she was doing.  She too sensed
that Chrissy was close, although from different means.

Scheherazade raised herself from her position, spinning around so that
they were face to face.  Chrissy almost lost control when she felt her
lover's gigantic tits lift from where they were compressed against her groin
and abdomen, and sway into her penis.

Scheherazade squatted just above the stiffened manhood.  She reached
down, a big breast resting on her upper arm, taking Chrissy into her hand. 
She stroked it a few more times to keep its hardness before easing down
upon its length.  Scheherazade leaned her head way back, looking at the
ceiling, enjoying the singular thrill of being penetrated.  Her long hair fell
way down past her bottom, tickling Chrissy's testicles.

Even more male hormones flooded Chrissy's bloodstream.  The instincts
and memories of the body took over.  Chrissy tightened the muscles of her
rear end, thrusting up to meet Scheherazade's hips.

Their rhythm fell into perfect beat.  Chrissy reached up with both big
hands, placing her palms and fingertips on Scheherazade's flat stomach. 
She let the flat surface of her hands glide ever upward on Scheherazade's
torso to where her breasts were swinging and jiggling freely with each
thrust.  Chrissy didn't stop there.  Both hands slid up, over, and onto the
very breasts that she had possessed earlier that day.  She squeezed them
gently, feeling the big nipples push into the palms of her hands.

Scheherazade moaned, in thought speak, *Ohhhhhhh.  Yessssss,* letting
Chrissy know that it pleased her greatly.

*The nippleeeesssss,* urged Scheherazade, mentally.

Chrissy narrowed the focus of her attention to the twin swollen points of
pleasure on Scheherazade's chest.  With thumb and forefinger, she began
to roll the nipples around and around like she had done this many times
before.

*Yessssss,* urged Scheherazade again.

She lifted her own hands to her luxurious hair, running her fingers slowly
through it.  Scheherazade picked it up, and flipped it back and forth
playfully.  She arched her back into Chrissy's erection, enjoying the ride. 
Sweat dripped from her onto the man below.

As for Chrissy, she was loving every second of this.  She loved being so
big, and laying with such a small, delicate woman like Scheherazade.  The
male hormones within her completed the alchemy of spirit that
Scheherazade's magic had begun.  It made her increasingly aggressive. 
Chrissy had to have Scheherazade closer, skin on skin.  She had to have
those succulent tits against her chest.  Chrissy had to be able to kiss those
lips again.

One of Chrissy's hands separated from the breasts.  She reached up
behind Scheherazade's head grabbing a handful of her hair, although not
in an abusive way.  She was forceful . . . powerful.  Chrissy pulled
Scheherazade strongly down to her.

All of Scheherazade's previous lovers, although creative, were always
tender and considerate . . . even the Djinn.  It was probably owing to her
small size, and the fear they would break her.  Chrissy's actions were
rough . . . unrefined.  Those actions sent Scheherazade into an even higher
state of arousal.  Chrissy's thrusts got harder, and even more forceful.  

Where was this coming from, Scheherazade asked herself, in a tailspin? 
She really didn't care.  All that she knew was that she loved it, loved it
rough.  The rougher it was, the better.

Chrissy kept the hand full of hair, kissing Scheherazade hard on the lips. 
Then she bit Scheherazade on the lower lip.  It wasn't hard enough to do
permanent damage, but it was hard enough to draw a trickle of blood. 
Scheherazade was thrilled down to her very soul.

They gazed deeply at one another for a second, before resuming an open
mouthed kiss.  Both of them tasted Scheherazade's blood on their
tongues.  All the while, their violent thrusts built into the ultimate
conclusion.

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

Janet laid her daughter back into the bed.  She was as limp as a rag doll,
but was fast asleep.  Janet tucked her in, pulling the cover carefully up to
the little girl's chin.  She spied the worn teddy bear, and retrieved it from
its resting place.  Janet softly placed the toy into the hand of the sleeping
child.

Janet watched as the baby sensed the teddy in her sleep, and clutched it
protectively.  She continued to suck her thumb.  The child let out a deep
sigh of satisfaction, which made Janet smile.

She touched her daughter's hair, whispering gently, so as not to wake her,
"I'll never let anything happen to you, my baby girl."

Rather than rejoin her husband right away, Janet decided to linger in
Chrissy's room for a few minutes just to make sure there would be no
more nightmares.  She was eager to get on with their rendezvous, but
wanted to make sure her daughter was safe.

After all, she didn't want to be interrupted once the fun started.  It had
been a while.

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

Chrissy and Scheherazade lay together on the sofa, a tangle of arms and
legs.  Their clothes were strewn everywhere.  Every few seconds, one, or
the other, planted a kiss on the lips of their lover.

Chrissy asked, in thought speak, which had taken on an entirely new
dimension, *Does that restore your energies, Shay?*

Scheherazade grinned a dazzling smile, *It does Mistress, or should I now
say Master.*

Chrissy elbowed her in the ribs playfully. *So now you have the power to
switch me and Chrissy . . . I mean my father, back again?*

Scheherazade grew sad, *I can, but it will totally deplete me of all energy. 
Such a fete requires much magic.  Could we not wait a little longer?  I
must admit that I like you this way.*

*I want to go back to being me.  By the way, why did you switch us
around anyway?*

*You said you wanted your father to understand how you felt.  The best
way to do that is for him to be you, and to experience all that you do first
hand.*

*Couldn't you have just given two of us a rapport like the two of us
share?  Wouldn't that have been enough?*

Scheherazade responded, *No, Honey.  Even though we pass much to
each other through our rapport, it is still only experiencing it third hand. 
To really understand how someone feels, you have to become them. 
Would you have really understood how to make love if you had only just
seen it in your father's mind?  Now you really understand.*

Chrissy thought for a moment.  Scheherazade did have a point!

*Well.  I think he understands me now.  Can't you change us back?*

*Why?  He's asleep now.  Let him sleep.  We could have some more
fun.*

Scheherazade began to massage her manhood, stroking it back to full life.
However, there was something more.  On each stroke upward, she
pulled, ever so slightly.  With each tug, Chrissy's penis lengthened by
another inch.  Four prolonged strokes, and she had a full ten inches erect,
and yearning to go.

Just as the two were ready to kiss, they heard a creaking on the
floorboards of the stairs.

"Bill?" Janet's voice from the foyer in search of her husband.

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

Inside Bill's dream world, he no longer dreamed of threatening trains, or
for that matter anything adult.  His dreams were replaced by images of
playing with Barbie dolls, in a Barbie Funhouse.  There were other little
girls there, and he was having a lot of fun just laughing and playing.  There
weren't boys around which was just fine, since they were "icky."  Bill was
happy with just the girls.

In his dream, Bill heard it start to rain.  It was merely a "tinkle" against
the window pain in a light drizzle.  The raindrops fell harder, and soon, it 
was a heavy downpour.  With each drop, He felt a mounting pressure in his
bladder.  Then, suddenly, the pressure, and the raindrops were gone.  He
went back to playing with his friends, singing a happy song.  It was the
song to Barney's show, "I love you.  You love me . . . . "

In the bed, Bill wet himself into the diaper.

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

*YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF HER NOW,* thoughtspoke Chrissy
to Scheherazade in a virtual scream.

*You don't have to yell at me, Master,* replied Scheherazade demurely,
suddenly very hurt.  There was a wounded expression on her face.

Chrissy could see that she had hurt her, but didn't exactly have the time
to make things right. *I'm sorry.  Please, just go.  Remove all traces that
you were here.*

*Yes.  I understand.* whispered Scheherazade, as she, and her things,
started to dematerialize in a cloud of smoke.  

Chrissy saw the locket, still in her hand.  It wouldn't look good for her to
be seen by her mother, in this state, with it . . . especially with a picture
of Scheherazade in it.

*I wish you would change the locket into something more appropriate.*

Scheherazade, now inside the locket, nevertheless heard the wish.  It was
but a minor bit of magic.  The sensation of a power build up was
correspondingly small.  Scheherazade tugged her ear.

Outside of the lamp, Chrissy simultaneously saw the locket disappear, and
a jab in her left ear.  She reached up to feel that her left ear was now
pierced, with a plain metal stud.  She knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt,
that it was the lamp in a new form.

*Thank-you,* thoughtspoke Chrissy.

*You're welcome.*

The mental dialogue was interrupted by Janet bursting into the living room. 
"There you are . . . . " she started to say.

Janet abruptly stopped, stunned by the sight of her husband stark naked,
and reclining on the couch.  The man was not only naked, but had a very
erect, very large penis in his hand.

"Billy . . . . " cooed Janet in a sexy voice.

A myriad of thoughts ripped through Chrissy's mind.  One of those
thoughts was the sight of her mother just standing there.  Chrissy was
swollen with emotion, but it wasn't the love of a daughter for a mother. 
That was still there, buried deep, but this was something much, much
more. It wasn't the desire that she had just experienced with
Scheherazade.  It was a romantic love, the love of a husband for his wife. 
It was the love of two, sharing a life together, and having children together.

"I was just thinking of you, Poopsie."

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

Scheherazade had a portion of her power restored.  Granted, it was
relatively a small portion of her power, and as a consequence, still felt
somewhat tired.

She concentrated, focusing her self magic.  The void around her shifted
and swirled, transforming itself to fit her mental image.  The scene around
her was the Bedouin tent, complete with resplendent silk, overstuffed
couches, luxurious pillows, and plush Arabian carpets.  This was her
special place!

Through the rapport that she shared with Chrissy, she was aware what
was happening to her just outside her lamp.  That wasn't good enough, as
she wanted to really experience it with her.  Scheherazade dashed toward
one of the couches, playfully launching herself into the air.  She landed in
a pile of pillows with a loud "PLOP."  She giggled to herself, enjoying the
freedom of being a girl.

Scheherazade nestled into the pillows until she was comfortable.  She
closed her eyes, becoming a rider in Chrissy's mind, seeing what she saw,
hearing what she heard, and most importantly feeling what Chrissy sensed.

No sooner had she closed her eyes, opening the rapport fully, than she
jumped up with a start.  Scheherazade had been overwhelmed by
Chrissy's sensation of masculinity . . . particularly the feeling of a huge
erection.  She experienced the full aggressive sex drive of a man in full
bloom.

The shocking thing to her senses was how alien the feeling of maleness
was. The feeling was almost repulsive!   It was so curious because, up
until a short time ago, she herself was a man . . . considered by some a
stud.  Now her she was in love with being a girl.  Not only was
Scheherazade enjoying everything about being a woman, she only mere
seconds ago discovered that she liked having sex rough.  She wanted to
be manhandled.

Scheherazade closed her eyes, and this time mentally adjusted the strength
of the rapport.  Now she was only seeing and hearing what was going on. 
She didn't want to feel the accursed maleness again.

From her mental vantage point, she could see Janet approach Chrissy,
thinking it was her husband.  The look of desire played upon her face,
licking her lips. The prospect of watching the two making love, sent a
shiver of delight up and down Scheherazade's spine.  

Scheherazade's voluptuous body responded to her erotic thoughts. She
could feel the honey between her legs starting to flow, and the large
nipples on her breast start to harden.  This was what she lived for, the only
thing that she needed to survive.  Scheherazade was positive that there
were other, possibly more efficient ways to restore her energy.  However,
she couldn't imagine anything matching the marriage of function and
pleasure in her way to restore energy!

She magically willed her harem outfit into nothingness.  Scheherazade's
skin tingled slightly as it dissolved into mist, becoming one with the ether
of her pocket realm.  It was time to discover whether loving herself would
restore her energies even further.

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

Janet was mesmerized by the sheer size of her husband's manhood.  She
had been making love to Bill for many a year, and had never, ever seen it
swollen to such a large size."

"Bill?  How . . .?"

Chrissy knew what her mother was talking about, although she wasn't
actually thinking of Janet in a maternal capacity.  She recalled on seconds
ago, Shay tugging on her new maleness, making it much bigger than it was.
Chrissy had to do something to try to explain this.

Her mind searched her memory, which no contained many more memories
than before.  The only thing that she could come up with was, "It has just
been so long, Janet.  The very thought of you just made me grow bigger
than I ever have been.  I can't explain it . . ."

"Shhhh," quieted Janet, gesturing with her finger to her lips.  "There's no
need to explain.  I missed you too . . . "

She neared the body of Bill Conners, and ran her hand through the thick
patch of hair on the chest. Janet's other hand touched the face of her
husband lovingly.

She repeated, "I've missed you so much . . . "

One of the memories that Chrissy retrieved was that her father had spent
so much time at work.  He had neglected to give Janet the attention that
she deserved.  She experienced fully the guilt that he felt over it, and how
much he really wanted to make it up to her.

Here she was, with her father's body, and her father's thought and
feelings.  Chrissy's heart went out to her mother.  She needed this. 
Chrissy knew with a mere touch that she could make everything okay
between her mother and father.  It was the least that she could do.

Chrissy took one of Janet's hands into hers, kissing it tenderly. 
"Everything's going to be all right."

Janet leaned over to replace her hand with her lips, upon Chrissy's lips. 
It was a deep kiss . . . the kiss of a husband wife, years in the making.

*Shay?  Are you there?*

*I'm right here, Honey.  I'm not going anywhere.*

*I-I need your help.*

*Just do everything that I tell you to do, and you will give Janet, your
mother, a night of love which will live in her memory forever.  Your mom
and dad will thank you for this.* Scheherazade planned to coach Chrissy
through every possible way to please a woman through their rapport.

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

As Scheherazade gave Chrissy mental directions on how to undress, and
how to best touch Janet, she touched herself.  Her hands moved over her 
twin mounds on her chest.  She rolled her shoulders forward, pressing her
breasts together, thrilling in even the feel of having such delicious large
ones.  Their weight, the way that they moved . . . everything about them
was so erotic.  Now they were hers for all time.

Her hands moved to the engorged nipples.  Deftly, Scheherazade
manipulated them with her fingers.  An idea crossed her mind . . . her
hands weren't big enough for this job.  Scheherazade invoked the magic
within her, and her hands grew to twice, thrice their small size.  Now they
were the size of a man's hands.

Scheherazade imagined they were the hands of a man.  The hands of a
man loving her, the hands of a man pawing her.  She felt an intense feeling
of warmth shake her body.  Pointedly, she lifted one of those breasts to
her mouth, taking the nipple into her own mouth.  The feeling was so
good.

However, two hands were not enough.  Unconsciously, Scheherazade
transmuted the erotic energy that her body generated into magical energy.
The magical energy she invoked with the barest of thoughts.

Instantly two extra sets of arms sprouted from her torso just.  The new
sets of arms and hand were exactly like the original set, save the hands,
which were the original small petite limbs.  The started tentatively, poking
of the skin by her rib cage.  They grew like flowers lifting to the sun.  Each
finger, with elegant fingernails flew like newborn petals.

It only took Scheherazade a few seconds to adjust to the sensation of
having six arms and legs.  The moved with purpose.  The two original
arms and hands remained with their her breasts.  The lower set of hand
shot do to her inner thigh, caressing them with a passion unknown.  The
middle set of hands moved to Scheherazade's pubic mound. 

The middle set of hands treasured the jewels that were to be found there.
All of the while, Scheherazade continued to send instructions to Chrissy
outside the lamp.  However, as Scheherazade's fever continued to rise,
the instructions got increasingly erotic . . . and dirty.

One set of the middle set spread the moist lips of her womanhood.  The
others slid gracefully to the pink pearl lying within.  All of the arms and
hands moved to a ballet of erotic origin, perfectly synchronized.

Still, this wasn't enough.  The hand on the lips of her maidenhood moved
again.  As it moved, the skin upon it shifted to another mental command. 
The fingers fused together growing in length and width.  The very end of
the  hand' flared at the tip forming a familiar, if overstated shape.  The
transmuted hand plunged into its resting place for the first time.

The power hummed within Scheherazade, building like a symphony.

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

Janet and Chrissy moved in unison.  The exploration of the other's bodies
had progress very far now.  All of the while, Chrissy continued to follow
all of the instructions and descriptions given to her by Scheherazade.

With each new thing that Chrissy tried, Janet softly moaned in pleasure. 
She knew from the new memories that she had acquired that her mother
had never had this intense a response to the real Bill Conners.

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

Scheherazade was so lost in what she was doing that she did not hear
Jasmine enter the pocket real of her lamp.

"Scheherazade?  I can see why the Lord fancies you so.  Your imagination
is truly wondrous to behold."

Scheherazade sat up with a start at the sound of Jasmine's voice.  The
extra sets of arms and hands shriveled and withdrew rapidly into her body. 
However, that did nothing to diminish the extreme level of desire that she
felt.

Without speaking so much as a word, Scheherazade gracefully rose to her
feet.  She glided over to where Jasmine was standing with an unmatched
feminine grace and prowess.  She didn't even notice the package in
Jasmine's hands.

Jasmine towered over the diminutive Scheherazade.  Therefore,
Scheherazade stood on her tiptoes, kissing the lips of Jasmine.  One hand
found its way to the breast of Jasmine.  

Jasmine responded in kind, for who could resist the singular beauty of the
Desert Flower?  The two embraced, as Jasmine dropped her package to
the floor.

Scheherazade sent one last verbal instruction to Chrissy, before devoting
her full attention to the dark body before her. *Chrissy.  See in your mind
what I am doing.  Do to Janet as you see me do to another . . . *

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

Two sets of lovers moved to the music of the heavens.

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

Time passed.  Bill/chrissy and Janet had long since gone of two bed,
where they slept, arm and arm, as the husband and wife they appeared to
be.  Bill/chrissy was now a far more accurate description of the man who
spooned with Janet than just Chrissy.  Although he knew who he used to
be, he was far more Bill than he was Chrissy.

Scheherazade and Jasmine were still awake inside Scheherazade's lamp. 
Magical beings such as they did not require things such as sleep, or even
food, although they could partake for the sheer pleasure of it.  They too
lay arm in arm, the far smaller Scheherazade curled up into Jasmine.

Jasmine's fingers traced along the torso of Scheherazade, moving up
toward her large breasts.  Scheherazde assumed, wrongly, that Jasmine
was another lover caressing her body after sharing her love.  Jasmine was
admiring, critically, the body that she would soon possess.

She idly wondered how it would be to be that small, yet too outrageously
large in some places?  How would it feel to be so feminine that every man
desired her?  Soon, she would know, and Scheherazade would be
Jasmine.  Jasmine would be Scheherazade . . . the Desert Flower.

Jasmine was startled out of her reverie by the sudden remembrance of her
purpose inside of Scheherazade's lamp.  She certainly didn't intend to
come into the place to lay with her nemesis.  However, it had been . . .
pleasurable.  That was another aspect that she could not wait to
experience.  The ability of Scheherazade to give and receive pleasure was
truly something to behold.

Only one thing troubled Jasmine.  During the course of their lovemaking,
the reached the point where one of them had to assume the masculine role,
while the other assumed the feminine. Scheherazade became depressed,
even sullen at the suggestion that she assume the masculine role.  She even
became teary eyed, trembling terribly.  It took Jasmine sometime to calm
her down, and get her back into the lovemaking mood.

In the end, it was Jasmine who took on the masculine role.  When the time
was right, she concentrated, invoking her self-magic.  Slowly, ever so
slowly, her clitoris began to swell past its already engorged state.  With
each passing second, it grew larger still peeking, no so shyly from the folds
of her labia.

She didn't stop there.  The nub blossomed into a more recognizable shape
. . . albeit one which would be more recognizable on a man.  Jasmine
stopped when the new manhood grew to the erect length of 8".

Scheherazade whispered to Jasmine just one word, "Bigger!"  At the
same time, she took Jasmine into her delicate hand.  She moved her hand
up and down the shaft, and at the very end, used the same trick she had
used upon Chrissy.  With each tug, Scheherazade lengthened Jasmine to
9" . . . 10" . . . 11" . . . 12" . . .

Jasmine was left with a penis that would have rivaled that of the Blue Djinn
himself.

Scheherazade gave one last tug that was just strong enough to Jasmine on
top of her.  She deftly guided her into her waiting sex.

Jasmine shuddered with just the barest thought of what had happened. 
Scheherazade had been so passionate . . . yet so powerful in her sexuality.
Jasmine had long since returned to her normal state.  She languished in just
touching the person that she would soon be.

Scheherazade closed her eyes, enjoying even the feel of Jasmine's soft
touch.  Why did she seem so especially loving where she had been so
antagonistic before?  Scheherazade didn't pay it any mind.  There would
be time to think of it later.

With her eyes closed as they were, Scheherazade fell easily into the
rapport that she shared with Chrissy.  Through that rapport, she could
sense that it was nearly 7:00 a.m. on the mortal coil.  Her master, no
doubt, would be soon calling for her.  Filled as Scheherazade was with
magical energy, she would be ready to set things right if Chrissy would call
upon her to do so.

Scheherazade arose so that she could be ready for Chrissy's call,
detaching herself from Jasmine . . . although reluctantly.  She began to
concentrate to reform her familiar harem costume about her form.  The
strands of her costume began to form from the fabric of the ether.

Jasmine noticed what Scheherazade was doing, and yelled, "STOP."
She remembered the purpose of her visit in the first place.

The force of Jasmine's shout startled Scheherazade enough to disrupt her
concentration.  The forming harem outfit abruptly dissolved into the
nothingness from whence it came.  Scheherazade jumped.

"Oh!" she cried.

"No.  It's okay.  I just brought something new for you to wear," soothed
Jasmine, with purpose.

Jasmine reached for the package which she had carried with her across
the barrier from Djinnar to Scheherazade's lamp.  Now if she could only
recite the words that the Black Djinn bade her to say.

She handed the package to Scheherazade.  "It's the traditional raiment of
a member of the Blue Djinn's harem.  I think he would want you to have
it."

Scheherazade opened the package to find a deep blue, yet skimpy halter
for her breasts, and matching bottoms.  The edges looked like they were
adorned by flashing jewels.  It was the twin of the costume that Jasmine
wore.

She giggled loudly, spinning around like a small child on Christmas
morning.  It was so pretty!  Even the size of the cups appeared to be
perfect.  This made Scheherazade feel overjoyed, like she had finally been
accepted.  She felt a new affinity with Jasmine.

Scheherazade stared at Jasmine, "Really?"

"Oh, yes.  It's all yours.  Know that there is something special about those
clothes.  With the barest of mental thoughts, the clothes will transform
themselves into whatever image is in your head."

"No."

"Yes . . . try it."

Scheherazade tried on the halter and bottom.  As she thought, they fit
perfectly.  Oddly they were warm to the touch, as if they were a living
thing."

She questioned, "Jasmine?  The gift is warm to the touch.  Is that normal?"

Jasmine assured her, "Tis quite normal.  The warmth is from the magical
energy that it absorbs.  There is no need to worry your pretty head.  Go
ahead, form an image in your mind."

Scheherazade started with something quite simple.  She formed the image
of a normal harem outfit, but with her new blue halter and bottom.  Almost
instantly, translucent, shimmering blue harem pants sprouted from the
bottoms, snaking down her leg.  The harem pants tickled as they went,
encasing her legs.  At the same time, matching deep blue vest, curled
slippers, and a small fez formed upon her head.  The out fit worked.

"Very good.  Very good indeed."

Scheherazade rushed over to Jasmine, and embraced her tightly.  "Oh,
thank-you Jasmine.  We're sisters now.  Things are going to be a lot
different now."

"Scheherazade, you don't know how much you speak the truth . . ."
commented Jasmine snidely.  Now it was all up to the Black Djinn.

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

Bill/chrissy woke up in bed with Janet.  They were pleasantly tangled into
each other.  Janet stirred as Bill/chrissy arose, but did not awaken.  He
looked about, momentarily disoriented.

What was he doing here?  He should be in his own room, with his teddy
bear.  Then, suddenly, he remembered all that occurred just hours earlier.
Bill/chrissy reached up to touch the new earring in his earlobe, just to
make sure that this wasn't dreams.

However, it was all too real.  He was in his father's body, in his father's
existence.  Meanwhile, she, he, whatever, was in his former body.

The new memories kicked in.  He had to be at work by 8:00 and actually
had a job.  There was an important meeting with the Harris Toy Company
this morning.  But he couldn't do this.  He was just a baby really . . . deep
inside.

Shay.  He needed Shay right away to put this strange situation right.
Carefully, oh so carefully, Bill/chrissy eased out of bed, so as to not
awaken Janet.  That was the last thing he needed right now. 

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

Even though he was now, essentially, the very clothing which Scheherazde
wore, the Black Djinn still retained his full consciousness.  Not only did he
retain full consciousness, but his magical sense of his surroundings was
magnified to an almost impossible degree.  Just as a blind person's sense
of hearing will heighten to compensate for the loss of vision, so to did the
Black Djinn's magical sense, with the loss of vision, hearing, smell, and
taste.

The only bodily sense which the Black Djinn did retain in this form was the
sense of touch, the fabric of his physical being operating much like skin.
Thus, he could feel pain, pleasure, and even heat or cold.  As his being
was operating like skin, it retained a bodily warmth, which Scheherazade
immediately noticed.

The Black Djinn had used this form before, although not his current
dimensions, when gathering information in disguise.  No one ever expected
a spy in the form of clothing!  Therefore, he knew the exact scope of his
ability in this form.  The Black Djinn knew from the past that his magical
and extrasensory perception was magnified to such a great degree that the
actually triggered the parts of his mind that were originally connected to
the centers of vision, smell, hearing, and taste.  

The input which the Black Djinn perceived by using his heightened magical
and extrasensory senses were actually processed through those centers of
his mind.  Thus, in a very real way, he was able to "see" his surroundings. 
He was able to "hear," "smell," and "taste" of his environment.

The Black Djinn was able to "see" Jasmine depart from the lamp in his
mind, just as he "heard" in his mind Scheherazade say good-bye with a
tone of voice that said she now considered Jasmine an ally.

However, in this form, the Black Djinn was something more, something
much, much more.  In this form, a rapport, much like that between a
Djinnee and Master, is forged.  The rapport is not as strong as that
between a Djinnee and Master, in that thoughts, images, or impressions
could not be perceived.  Likewise, the Black Djinn could neither, feel
what Scheherazade was feeling, nor move her body when asleep. It was
more of an empathic connection.  He could feel the emotions that she was
feeling, and also transmit emotions to her.  If she was not aware of his
presence, he could transmit emotions to her, which she would perceive as
her own . . . acting accordingly.

In this manner, the Black Djinn could operate like a shadow upon
Scheherazade's soul, seeking out the darker emotions, and magnifying
them to a greater degree.  In this form, with the consummate skill of a
musician, he could manipulate Scheherazade's formidable power to his
dark purpose.

Although the Black Djinn had used this masquerade before, he had not do
so with a woman, and not to such an extent.  His prior experiences were
as a small piece of a man's clothing such as a hat, belt, or pair of shoes. 
Never had he attempted to be every article of clothing, including
undergarments for a person.  Neither had he attempted to be an article of
clothing for a woman.

The Black Djinn had to manage many new sensations which he had never
felt before.  With his only remaining bodily sensation of touch he felt a
pulling sensation as the part of him which formed the bottoms of
Scheherazade's outfit was stretched taut across her hips and derriere. 
The part of him which formed the top part of the outfit felt that pulling
sensation even more as Scheherazade's massive bosom stretched him
almost to the breaking point.

That was not the only thing the Black Djinn felt with his altered sense of
touch.  He felt the weight of those big breast, just as he felt an abnormally
large nipples push into him.  The part of him which formed the bottoms of
the outfit felt a slight tickling sensation as her pubic hair rubbed against
the fabric which was his skin.  The silky feeling of her soft skin upon his
fabric/skin was impossible to describe.

Through his magical and extrasensory perceptions, The Black Djinn could
smell Scheherazade's natural perfume.  He could also smell, as well as
taste the musk of her womanhood down below.  All in all, it was the most
erotic thing that he had ever experienced . . . and he had experience a lot!

Lost as he was in the intoxicating sensations of his adopted existence, the
Black Djinn did not even notice when Scheherazade was summoned to
the mortal coil by her master.

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

Bill/chrissy mentally summoned Scheherazade, *Shay.  Come quickly. *

He heard the voice in his head in the sweet sounds of Scheherazade,
*Coming, Master.*

The pink sparkly mist seemed to flow from the earring in Bill/chrissy's
lobe.  It trembled ever so slightly as it did so. The mist collected in a spot
not two feet in front of him.  Slowly it collected to form the roughly
recognizable shape of a woman.  From there, the mist seemed to solidify,
forming the sensuous features of Scheherazade.

Scheherazade assumed her servile, prayer-like pose before greeting her
Master, *Your wish is my command.*

Before Bill/chrissy could respond, Scheherazade virtually launched herself
into his arms.  She pulled his mouth down to kiss him on the lips, while at
the same time, grinding into his crotch.  Bill/chrissy abruptly pulled away
before she could complete her affectionate gesture.

An expression of profound disappointment appeared upon Scheherazade's 
face. *Do I not please you anymore, Master?* Her lower lips thrust outward 
in a mock pouting gesture.

*No.  It's just . . . different now.  I made love to my mo . . . Janet last
night.  I love her very much.  It just seems that it would be a great wrong
to her if we were to do it again.  I'm sorry, but it was you who gave me
my father's feelings.  It's getting so hard to remember who I am, and who
she . . . I mean he, is.  I think that it's time for you to switch us back.*

Sadly, Scheherazade replied, *I think that would be a mistake my
Master.*

*I thought I asked that you not call me Master or Mistress.  You are my
friend.*

*I know this.  Chrissy is not an appropriate name for you now . . .*

She was right.  He was more Bill than he was Chrissy. *Very well.  Until
we switch back, you can call me Bill.  As I am right now, I probably
wouldn't even respond if someone called me Chrissy.  Why can't you
switch us back?  Don't you have enough energy yet?*

Scheherazade blushed, his last question triggering memories of her night
with Jasmine.  She knew that he could now see those images through the
rapport they shared.  The first clue was the rapidly forming bulge in front
of the underpants that Bill/chrissy now wore.

Sheepishly Scheherazade answered his question, *No. I have more than
enough energy.*

*I . . . uh . . . can see that.*

Scheherazade reached out with her tiny hand, and cradled his erection. 
*I can take care of that for you . . . Bill.  Allowing me to please you orally
would not be cheating on Janet.*

Although it was very hard for him to do, he gently removed her hand from
his manhood, *No.  I'm sorry.  You and I are just friends.  Please don't
ask for any more than that.*

This was a first for Scheherazade.  Since her transformation from Tony
into Scheherazade, no man, or for that matter woman, had been able to
resist her.  She was used to having her way with anyone.  This was the
first time that anyone had rejected her.  It made her feel . . . broken
somehow.*

Bill/chrissy inquired, *If you have enough energy, why would it be a bad
idea.  As he though spoke, he moved around the bathroom so that he
drew nearer to the toilet.  He neglected to urinate before summoning
Scheherazade, and the pressure in his penis was becoming unbearable.

*You wished that your father understood how you felt.  If you change
back now, he will not have gotten a full understanding of what it is to be
Chrissy Conners.*

*What exactly are you suggesting, Shay?*

*Only this Bill.  Let your father be Chrissy for an entire day.  Let him, or
her, spend the day at preschool.  Let her be picked on by the boys there,
then she will know what it is like to be there.  It is true that she has your
memories, but as you now understand, there is nothing like experiencing
it for oneself.*

Scheherazade's veiled reference to Bill/chrissy's nocturnal sexual
adventures caused him to blush this time.  However, what Scheherazade
said did make sense.  They had gotten this far.  What would another day
matter?*

Scheherazade anticipated his train of thought, *Haven't you wondered
what your father does all day at work/*

Bill/chrissy tapped his temple with his index finger, gesturing, *It's all
right up here.  I know what he does now.*

*You know what I mean.  Haven't you wanted to go there and
experience what he does?*

Bill/chrissy had to admit that he did, but was still reluctant to indulge his
whims. *What if I screw something up . . . or even get her . . . him fired.*

Scheherazade smiled, triumphantly.  She had the ultimate argument.
*There is nothing that you can screw up that I cannot set right with but a
wish.*

Checkmate!

Bill/chrissy had to admit that there didn't seem to be any harm in being Bill
Conners for one more day.  He was curious to see what it was really like
at his father's work, and why he came home so tired and grouchy.  He
wanted to find out why he seemed to have no time for his family, and poor
Janet, and, if possible, fix it.

*Okay.  We'll do it.  I just wish that you could be there for the day as my
secretary.*

It seemed all of the instructions on how to avoid inadvertent wishes were
buried deep within Bill/chrissy in the Chrissy part.

Scheherazade vanished before his very eye, with her voice in his head,
*As you wish, Master.*

*Wait,* Bill/chrissy cried out in thoughtspeak. *How am I going to get
ready for work, and drive there?*

Scheherazade's voice responded to his question in his head, *Just follow
the memories in your head, as you did with Janet last night, and you will
be fine.*

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

It had been countless eons since the Black Djinn lasted "walked" the face
of the Earth.  Many, many centuries ago, he had endured his period of
servitude as a Djinnee. Now, not only was he a citizen of Djinnar, but was
a Djinn . . . the leader of one of the royal houses.

As a Djinn, or any citizen of Djinnar, with the notable exception of
Djinnee, he was not permitted access to the mortal coil.  In this plane of
existence he was powerless.  In fact, the only way for a Djinn to be
carried into the mortal coil is through a Djinnee.  Scheherazade had
unknowingly carried the Black Djinn onto the Earth.

As with any being who is from Djinnar, and would walk this plane, without
being summoned, the Black Djinn's stores of magical energy drained
away.  Without magical energy, he could not transform.  For that matter,
he was barely able to retain any level of consciousness.  If for some
reason he were to be stripped from Scheherazade's body, the Black Djinn
would lose all consciousness.  He would literally be trapped in the form he
was, and be nothing more than he appeared to be . . . a bra and panties!

Fortunately, he was in contact with Scheherazade's body.  Being
summoned as she was, Scheherazade had a direct link to the vast magical
energies inside her lamp.  The Black Djinn could tap into those energies,
converting some for his own use.  As long as he stayed in contact with her
body, he could maintain his awareness, and even transform into other
clothes.  If he became separated from her for any reason . . . he would be
trapped.

On earth, at least, the Black Djinn was nothing more than a parasite. 
Scheherazade would use her energy faster than normal, as it was
sustaining two instead of just one.  If she could not pull magical energy
from her lamp fast enough, Scheherazade may have to seek other forms
of energy while upon the mortal coil. 

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

This was a completely new direction for Scheherazade.  Since becoming
the diminutive, busty, and utterly lovely Djinnee, she had experienced
many facets of her ever expanding power.  There were well-worded
wishes, there were poorly worded wishes, and there were, of course,
inadvertent wishes.  No one had ever given her such an open-ended wish
before.

Bill/chrissy had only wished that Scheherazade would be his secretary for
the day.  He had neither given her any details of how the wish was to be
completed, nor even any idea of the form she was to take while
completing the task.  The only thing that she did know was that, no sooner
had the wish been spoken, than she felt the rush of power fill her to
capacity.  However, it did not produce any pain or discomfort this time. 
Even after she disappeared from the bathroom to go complete the wish,
none of the accumulated power was diminished.

Scheherazade intuitively realized that she would remain filled with power,
able to accomplish anything, until such time as Bill/chrissy's wish was
fulfilled.  Since the wish was so open ended, she could do absolutely
anything, just as long as it brought about the desired end.  In essence, she
was free to roam her former world, filled with ever replenishing magical
power.

********************
Although the Black Djinn could not sense his host's thoughts, he was able
to feel her emotions.  There was an overwhelming sense of freedom.  It
was the type of emotion that a prisoner has when finally released from his
or her incarceration.  It was an emotion which he once felt during a brief
imprisonment by his twin brother, the Pasha.  He doubted that
Scheherazade even knew that it was there, and the only thing which she
would feel would be . . . euphoria.

The Black Djinn knew that unconscious desire for freedom was something
that he could use.  It was something, which now released, could never be
contained again.

Naturally, he also felt the rush of power within Scheherazade.  He didn't
know its source, as he couldn't "hear" the mental rapport between master
and Djinnee.  He suspected, correctly, that an indistinct wish had been
made.  The Black Djinn knew from experience that such wishes opened
a conduit between lamp and Djinnee, in which the power would be ever
replenished until the wish completed.  That would mean he could tap into
such power himself without fear of detection from draining Scheherazade's
energies.

And such power!!  The Black Djinn gasped mentally when he realized that
her power was second to none.  Scheherazade's body was like a battery
for magical energy.

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

Many things crossed Scheherazade's mind as she traveled through the
ether in her dematerialized form.  How would she grant Bill/chrissy's wish? 
Would she simply go to his place of employment in her current form, and
take the place of his current secretary?  Would she take on a different
form to fulfil her task?  With her unlimited power, she could alter her form
into that of a young girl, just out of secretarial school, or an elderly,
matronly lady, with years of experience.

She smiled inwardly.  Either would be fun, as long as she could remain a
girl.  Scheherazade also bristled internally, since she was currently
immaterial, at the recent memory of Jasmine trying to make her assume the
male role in their tryst.  She had been a man before . . . for most of her
life in fact.  It was something that she never wanted to return to!  Being a girl
was so much more fun, much more satisfying.

One thing was clear to Scheherazade.  Any plan to be Bill/chrissy's
secretary for the day would have to begin, and end with his current
assistant.  She concentrated, for the barest of seconds, invoking the mental
rapport that she shared with her Bill/chrissy.  She drew forth the name of
his secretary, Carmen Moreno.  A mental image accompanied the name.

She was cute.  Bill/chrissy's assistant wasn't outrageously gorgeous as
Scheherazade was, but she was still pretty.  Carmen was one of those
Latin women, of Cuban descent, that had blondish hair, rather than the
darker coloration that you would normally expect.  Her features were still
very Latin. Carmen was taller than Scheherazade, perhaps 5'6" or so. 
Her frame was very slender, adorned by small, perky breasts.  Carmen's
hair was much shorter than Scheherazade, falling to only her shoulders,
although it was much, much curlier.

Two courses of action formed in Scheherazade's mind.  She could go to
Carmen's place, and magically  infuse her with a mild 24-hour virus. 
From that point, it was only natural that Bill/chrissy's office would hire a
temp for the day.  Scheherazade would be that temp.  The other option
was to also go to Carmen's place, and assume her form, and place.  Of
course, that meant that she would have to place Carmen in some other
harmless form for the day.  Hmmm, she thought.  Decisions, decisions!

The first order of business was to assume a material form.  If it was
possible for Scheherazade to shiver with anticipation in her current form,
she did.  It had been some time since she walked the face of her former
world of her own volition.  A pang of something akin to homesickness
washed through Scheherazade.  She hadn't missed her birth world until
this very second.

Ever since suddenly becoming a woman, and a Djinnee, her contact with
this world had been limited. Such contact was usually limited to the person
who held the lamp, in an obscure place to deter discovery.  The most that
Scheherazade had interacted with people had been the occasion of the
initial time with Chrissy at the preschool.  There she had been able to
interact with other children, Miss Conover, and Traci Smith.  With the
open-ended wish, she would have the chance to interact with people as
if she were still one of them.

The anticipation of this opportunity sent Scheherazade's spirit soaring.  It
was a feeling that did not go undetected by the Black Djinn.

I will have to regain my physical form in a place where I will not be seen,
mused Scheherazade.  The perfect place "popped" into her mind.  The
alleyway where she had transformed the nasty thief, who had separated
her from Tony/hal, would be perfect.  It was isolated . . . out of the way.
There was likely nobody around in the alley at this time of the morning.

Scheherazade willed her ethereal from to the alley.

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

Tony/hal was digging through the dumpster, as he now did every chance
he could get, on the oft chance the lamp had returned.  The meeting with
the thief was fortuitous indeed.  Tony/hal smirked at the thought of the
thief's fate.  He . . . she certainly had gotten what she deserved.

The lamp was nowhere to be found.  Tony/hal sighed heavily in
disappointment.  Each disappointment only increased his guilt over what
he had done to Scheherazade.  She had been his best friend, and he had
wished that she was as happy with her new self as he was with his.  It was
a wish that he desperately wished that he could take back.  Tony/hal
would never stop until he could set things right.

He was so lost in his despair that he didn't even notice what, would be a
familiar face and body, materialize behind him.

As for Scheherazade, she began to pull the essence of her being tighter
around her, not unlike a cloak, until it began to condense into her physical
body.  She was startled to see somebody else in the alley, with their head
and upper body stuck into the dumpster.  That person appeared to be
digging through the dumpster for something.  

Scheherazade inspected the bottom half of the person, clearly a man,
sticking out of the dumpster.  There was something about that bottom,
specifically the butt, that seemed strangely familiar.  When she heard the
heavy sigh she knew.  It was Tony/hal.

Even before she spoke, Tony/hal sensed the presence of another behind
him.  He rose from the dumspter, and spun around on his heel, just in time
to hear her speak in that sweet, yet sexy voice that she now had.

"T-Tony?" she whispered tentatively.

They both just stared at each other for a second.

They launched themselves at each other, arms wide in anticipation of an
embrace, like the long lost friends (and lovers) they were.  Tony/hal and
Scheherazade hugged each other tightly.  Her face only came up to the
level of his upper abdomen since she was so short now.  However, it
didn't matter.  Scheherazade turned her head to the side, resting her face
on the tummy of the facsimile of her former body.

From her vantage point, Scheherazade could smell the masculine musk of
the body.  It brought back to her thoughts of nights of passion spent with
her former best friend, when first she gained this body.  Those thoughts
made her embrace him even tighter, flattening her big breasts into his groin
area.

Scheherazade smiled broadly as she felt his growing erection pushing out
against her breasts.  She savored the delicious pressure, and made her
large nipples start to stiffen.  Simultaneously, she felt her vulva swell, her
clitoris peeking out to find out what was going on.

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

The Black Djinn barely had time to realize that his host had made contact
with someone she knew.  No sooner than the hope that he would learn
something useful about that Desert Flower cross his mind, than he felt
himself squeezed between two bodies.  He felt her nipples push out
against the fabric of his being, just as he felt the moisture gather between
her legs.  The smell of her was driving him crazy.

In turn his "bodily" temperature began to rise.  He began to quiver
minutely all over in sexual ecstasy.  The Black Djinn realized that
Scheherazde may perceive his reaction as vibrating, warm panties and
bra.  If anything, it would turn her on more.

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

Tony/hal felt himself getting really turned on.  He just couldn't help
himself.  Scheherazade did that to him.   Unfortunately, this was neither the 
time, nor the place for him to express his love for her.  He had an 
overpowering sense of guilt that would not be denied.   He pushed her away 
gently so that his body was not in contact with hers.

"Stop," he whispered, and looked away . . . ashamed.

Scheherazade approached him again, confused, and attempting to lay hers
hands upon him.  "Tony?  Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Hal!"  Tony/hal corrected.  "I'm not Tony.  I'm Hal."  Still, he would not
look at her.

"You're Tony now.  You know that."

"It wasn't right. I stole your life."

At the same time, Tony/hal took one step away from her, so as to
disengage her inviting touch.  Even the smell of her was making it hard for
him to get out what he needed to say.

"It wasn't your fault.  It was the wizard at that party at the Raucous
Chicken.  What's done is done."

Tony/hal turned to face her now.  He just not could believe his eyes. 
Tony, his best friend, was this drop dead gorgeous, extremely buxom girl
before him.  Not only that, because of his wish for him to be happy with
his condition, it had forced her to be ultra feminine, and a nymphomaniac. 
Even now, she was infinitely more feminine than last he saw her.

Tony/hal averted his eyes downward.  "That's not exactly true and you
know it.  When that wizard turned you into a real Djinnee, because of the
costume that you were wearing, I became your master."

"I know," purred Scheherazade suggestively.  She took two steps toward
him, since her tiny legs were so short, to close the distance.  She placed
her hand on the diminishing bulge in his pants, in an effort to manually
restore it to life.

"Stop. Please," he answered her softly, placing his hand upon hers,
removing it from its resting place.  He looked her in the eyes this time.  It
was time to face his guilt and shame.  "Please.  Just let me get this out."

"What is it?" was her demure reply.

"Don't you see?  When I became your master, I could have used the
power to give you back you real body . . . your real life.  Instead, I was
greedy.  I wished that you were as happy with your new self as I was with
mine.  It's my fault that you are nothing more than a bimbo now."

"Oh, Tony," Scheherazade sighed, pointedly using his new name.  "You
fool . . . ."

Scheherazade took another step forward so that her body was right next
to his, albeit overpowered by it.  She took, gently, one of his hands, with
both of hers, and placed it upon one of her heaving breasts.  Again, she
felt her nipple swell with excitement.  "This is what I am . . . who I am. 
Don't you know that?"

Tony/hal tried to pull his hand away, but she wouldn't let him.  Her words
only served to worsen his guilt.  "I know that.  I made . . . you that way. 
I cursed you with that existence.  I just wish that I could take it back
now."

Scheherazade giggled.  "It wasn't a curse.  It was a blessing.  It was the
greatest gift that you could have given to me."

This was not the reaction that Tony/hal had expected to hear.  "What?"
he exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes Sweetie.  You've set me free."  As if realizing it for the first time
herself, Scheherazade explained.  "Since I have seen you last, my power
has grown by quite a bit.  I could have done something to counter your
wishes, or even have one of my other masters change it.  I did not.  I like
who I am, I like being a petite little girl with really big tits.  I don't
ever want to go back to being you.  I stay like this by my own choice."

The second that Scheherazade said it, she knew, beyond a shadow of a
doubt, that it was the truth.  She was happy being just who she was.

Tony/hal was, however, stunned beyond comprehension.  "Y-you like
being THAT?"  The tone of his voice made it sound like THAT was a
freak, or something undesirable.  That made Scheherazade a little
indignant.  Since he was no longer her master, she was free to interact with
him as she would with any other.

"How would you know?  It takes more strength to bend and to yield than
it is to stand rigid.  It takes infinitely more power to be soft and passive
than it is to be hard and aggressive.  All of those years as a man and I
never understood this. I do now.  My spirit is free.  You cannot
understand the joy of taking another into your body, surrounding his being
with your own.  You cannot know the bliss of submitting utterly to the will
of another, even to please him with your mouth.  Do you not understand? 
You have done me a favor that I can never repay.  You took away an
existence that only dragged my spirit down."

"Wow," was all that Tony could say.  It was Tony now, her words
draining away the last of his guilt that prevented him from being who he
was. With the guilt dissipated all that was left was a genuine love for
Scheherazade.  He wasn't afraid to use her new name now.

"Scheherazade . . . ." he started to whisper softly, as he took her into his
arms.

"Shay," she cooed back.  "I've started to use the shorter version."

Tony stroked the petal softness of  her cheek.  "It's very pretty.  It fits
you.  Shay?  I love you.  I mean . . . not as a friend, but as someone that
I want to spend my life with.  I want you to be the mother of my children. 
I want to grow old with you."

Scheherazade didn't know what to say, for in truth, she loved him. 
Instead, she just kissed him very, very deeply.

When they parted, She said softly, "Tony, I can't do this now.  I have a
wish to fulfil for my new master.  I have to go."

"Where is the lamp?  Who has it?"

She tried to tell him, but the words would not come out of her mouth. 
Instead, she just ended up saying, "By the power of the enchantment, I
cannot tell you.  That is something that you will have to find for yourself. 
I am not permitted to be of help to you.  I am sorry."

"Damn.  I just found you again to lose you.  It isn't fair."  Tony was clearly
upset.

Scheherazade kissed him on the neck, and then told him.  "We'll see each
other again.  We found each other this time didn't we?"

Tony laughed.  "Yeah.  I guess we did at that."

"If we are to be together, I must be sure that your guilt is gone, my love. 
Will you do something for me?"

"Sure.  Anything.  How could I possibly say no?"

"If you want to truly understand the gift that you have given to me I want
you to experience just a piece of the joy I have experienced."

Tony had no idea what Scheherazade meant.  However, Scheherazade
willed, through her self magic, a massive amount of arcane energies to the
surface.  Tony recognized the now familiar gesture of a right earlobe tug
to discharge the magic.

"What are you doing to . . . ."  Tony never got the word "me" out.  He
was enveloped within a shimmering pink cloud of energy.  

Scheherazade watched the body within the cloud began to shrink.  At the
same time the body narrowed substantially in the waist, arms, legs and
shoulders.  The hips began to flare drastically.  What remained was the
form of a diminutive 5'2" woman.  The hair on that woman grew like wild
fire, inching down past narrow sculpted shoulders, past an impossibly
slender waist, past a heart shaped derriere, to the tops of smooth shapely
thighs.  The hair changed in color from a dark brown to a very light,
almost platinum blonde native to most Scandinavians.

"Hmmm." commented Scheherazade critically aloud.  "The boobs should
be very large, like mine, so that you can experience the pride of a woman,
ravished by the eyes of men."

She gestured, and the flesh of the girl's chest began to expand outward. 
It poked out, almost shyly at first, and then picked up speed.  It then
seemed as if they wouldn't stop, until at last, they rounded out at an
impressive 46H.

The rest of her features she sculpted like an artist with clay.  The girl that
remained was sexually desirable in every way.  The cloud dissipated, and
relinquished control of his limbs back to Tony.

"Shay? No, please.  I've told you I am sorry."

"Shhh," Scheherazade whispered.  They almost stood eye to eye now. 
She kissed the transformed Tony on the lips, and their oversized breasts
pressed into the other's.  "It's not a punishment.  It's a gift.  Don't worry,
it's only temporary because it isn't through a wish.  When next we meet
it will insure that you do not have any more guilt.  Only then can I be sure
that your love is without artifice."

She didn't even give Tony a chance to answer.  She placed her hand upon
his/her forehead. Almost as if on a cue, his/her eyelids closed.

"You are no longer Tony.  You are a woman, barely 21 years of age. 
You are not a man.  You have never been a man, nor do you ever want
to be a man.  Your name is Heidi Erikkson, and you are from Sweden. 
You will speak with a Swedish accent, and you are very comfortable with
your body.   What is your name?"

"Heidi.  Heidi Erikkson," she/he said in a perfect Swedish accent.

"You like men . . . a lot.  That is all you think about.  You like to pleasure
them with your mouth.  You now work as a waitress down at the Raucous
Chicken at night. I pass to you my sense of how to move and to act. 
Now go . . . "

With a last bit of self magic, Scheherazade transformed his clothes into a
short mini skirt, tight shirt, bra, panties, high heels and purse.  The I.D.
and green card in the purse read Heidi Erikkson.  Even his/her apartment was
transformed into a form consistent with his/her new status.

Heidi/tony walked away toward her apartment as if nothing was amiss.

Scheherazade blew her a kiss.  "Good bye my love.  You will be back to
normal in a few days, but you will remember . . . and learn."

Even with the massive amount of energy expended, Scheherazade felt
completely filled with energy.  She savored the freedom that she now felt.

"I could get used to this.  This will be a most interesting day."

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

The Black Djinn's "bodily" temperature had returned to normal. 
Thankfully, Scheherazade had turned away from sexual activities to other
things.  It was all that he could do to keep a modicum of concentration
whenever she got worked up.  He didn't know exactly how long he would
be able to maintain this ruse.

He grinned inwardly.  The masquerade had already borne fruit.  Most
interesting indeed, thought the Black Djinn, mimicking his host's words. 
He had learned much.  Until a short time ago, the Desert Flower was
nothing more than a mortal male.  An errant spell of a minor wizard had
transformed him into the reality of a costume he had been wearing. 
Apparently it was by some stroke of fortune the raiment of an initiate of
the Blue House.  The wizard had inadvertently fulfilled the great prophecy
of Allah!

The rest of Scheherazade's bearing was gained through well thought out
wishes of her first master, although she had clearly grown beyond those
wishes.  Hmmm, mused the Black Djinn.  Truly a mystery wrapped within
an enigma.  What is clear that she is very adaptable.  She takes alterations
to her being, and embraces it into her bearing.  I can be of some influence
upon her still.  

He decided, If I can bring out some of my host's darker passions, I just
may turn her to my use.  At the very least, I know the identity of one for
which she cares greatly.  I sense that she does love him, in the way a man
loves a woman.  He may be of some use to me also . . . if my influence
does not move her.

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

Scheherazade gazed down at herself, only to giggle out loud.  It seems that
she was still in the traditional harem outfit of the House of the Blue Djinn.

"I guess I should change these clothes before someone sees me," she said,
also aloud, to nobody in particular.

Scheherazade decided that it was high time that she test the abilities of the
new clothes given to her by Jasmine.  She pictured in her head extremely
tight black leather pants, a tight cropped top, to show off her flat tummy
and pierced navel, and 6" stiletto heels.  For undergarments she imagined
a g-string, along with a matching bra.

She felt the fabric surrounding her warm up, just slightly, and then begin
to "soften."  She felt it begin to flow like water around her, tickling her. 
The harem outfit assumed a new, more modern shape.  It was no less
sexy. In the blink of an eye, Scheherazade stood clad in the very outfit which
she imagined, from the tips of the black high heels, down to a 56FFF bra.
The effect made her grin.

Another thought crossed her mind.  She was missing a purse.  No sooner
had the though crossed her mind than a portion of the black leather pants
began to push outward.  It separated into a small purse with a long strap.

"Thank you," said Scheherazade to whomever.

This is it, she thought.  This is my first time out in public as a woman. 
Scheherazade took a deep breath, slung the purse strap over one shoulder
like it was something she did all of her life, and stepped out of the alley
onto the sidewalk.

The sidewalk was moderately busy with people bustling about with early
morning activity. Scheherazade's big boobs jiggled suggestively with each
petite step.  Her hips swayed enticingly from side to side with the natural
grace of a woman.  Even with these few steps away from the safe confines
of the alley, she could sense all males' eyes in the immediate area upon
her.

It was a feeling that she liked a lot.  She thrilled to the attention that her
body and beauty drew.  Scheherazade remembered she had been
attractive as a man, and even drew the attention of women, but nothing
like this.  This was real power that didn't even require magic.

The unique sensation of being the feminine center of attention of every red-
blooded man, mad Scheherazade smiled even more than before.  Yes, this
was her element.  Her hips adopted, if it was possible, even more of a
swish . . . the breasts even more of a bounce.

How do I find Carmen, wondered Scheherazade?  She could reach out
with her rapport, and simply extract it from the mind of Bill/chrissy.  No. 
She wanted to experience what it was like to be a normal girl.  A phone
booth would have a phone book that would provide her address.

A man was walking by, trying hard not to get caught looking at
Scheherazade.  As he did, she reached out with one hand to lightly touch
the man on the arm.

"Excuse me sir," she started in her sweetest, most innocent voice, "Could
you tell me where I could find a telephone booth?"

The man could not believe his good fortune to be singled out by this
goddess as the one she would ask for assistance.

"M-me?  Y-you're talking to me?" he stammered.

"Of course silly," she giggled in her best bimboesque.  At the same time
she moved closer to him, so that her tits brushed his arms.

The man swallowed hard. "Y-yeah.  There's one up the street, about a
block miss."

"Oh thank-you sir," she hugged him.  "You are a very nice man."  

Scheherazade could feel the man's genitals grow into an erection, and then
begin to jerk in spasms.  He had reached an orgasm in a matter of
seconds,  just from a hug from her.

Scheherazade loved the effect that her body had on these mortal men! 
There were so many new things to explore, see, and do in her former
world from the perspective of a beautiful girl.  It was a freedom that she
fully intended to indulge.

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

The Black Djinn sensed the euphoria of newfound liberty radiating from 
the center of Scheherazade's being.  It was touched with just a hint of
longing and homesickness for her former home, albeit in her new girlish
form.  This was just the grist that the Black Djinn was seeking to corrupt.

He absorbed the full range of Scheherazade's emotions, twisting them
ever so slightly, and tainting them with the darker mood of rebellion.  The
Black Djinn projected those feelings back to her, in the hopes this would
be the first successful thrust to darken her soul.

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

All of a sudden, Scheherazade was irritated at the Blue Djinn, and her
masters.  Why had they kept her from experiencing her new womanhood
in the open world?  It was her right after all!  There and then, she swore
to herself that nobody would ever keep her confined again. She was not
a caged bird or kept pet.  The lamp was okay, and had been fun.  It
wasn't enough anymore.  She needed much more.

The Blue Djinn told her not to go to Djinnar on her own.  We'll just see
about that, she grumped.  I have the power, and nobody, but nobody, can
stop me from using it!

This was not the optimal time for someone to cross paths with
Scheherazade.  She entered the phone both, and angrily grabbed the white
pages to search for Carmen's address.  Her expression has varied from
happiness to wicked defiance.  Scheherazade was riding a tidal wave a
pure darker emotion fed to her from the Black Djinn.

As soon as she located Carmen's location in the phone book,
Scheherazade felt someone, or something, pull on her long thick hair,
jerking her out of the booth.  She felt hundreds of pinpoint sensations of
pain from her scalp where her hair had been pulled.

Simultaneously, she heard from behind her a woman's voice say, "There
you are, you BITCH!!"

Scheherazade whirled instantly to behold the face and form of the thief that
she had transformed.  That face wore a rictus of pure hatred.  The thief
swung an open hand, and smacked Scheherazade across the cheek.  Even
though the thief was now a small woman, she was much bigger, and more
physically powerful than Scheherazade.

That factor did not prevent Scheherazade from fighting back in her current
mood.  A full fledged "cat fight" broke out between two individuals who
used to be men!

Scheherazade fought back with a fury that belied her diminutive stature. 
Even though she was smaller, the result was never in doubt! 
Scheherazade had a full compliment of magical power at her disposal.

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

The Black Djinn saw and heard what was taking place.  He sensed
Scheherazade's increased level of excitement and tension.  To these, he
tainted with the thrill of sexual pleasure.  Every time that she struck or was
struck, she got turned on.  As Scheherazade's vulva and nipples became
swollen, the Black Djinn became warmer, vibrating her to even greater
heights.  His target was perhaps the darkest part of her soul.

Already she had shown an affinity toward rough sex.  Now the Black
Djinn would reinforce the pleasure of pain!

He stoked her anger and frustration into a full-fledged fury.

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

All of the way through the "cat fight," the thief kept calling Scheherazade
by the epithet, "Bitch."  In the end they were both a mass of scratches,
pulled hair, and ripped clothes.  With the barest of  thoughts, Scheherazade 
triggered the energy she possessed with the tug of an earlobe.  The energy 
swirled around her, restoring her to the state of well being that she enjoyed 
before the thief attacked.

That only enraged the thief all the more.  She glared at Scheherazade
indignantly.  The thief shrieked, "Change me back to what I was Bitch! 
I can't stand being a slut no more."

Scheherazade virtually shook in a combination of rage and erotic bliss. 
Never in all her life, as either a man or a woman, had she been so
aroused.  She didn't have time to explain what she had done to the thief
in the same way that she had explained it to Tony.  The thief was too far
gone to understand anyway.  The thief's rejection of the grands results of
her granting of his/her wish was the last straw.  All of the anger, rage, and
dark sexual urges boiled to the surface at the same time.

She looked in all directions to make sure that nobody was watching them. 
Satisfied, Scheherazade spread both off her arms wide, as if to be nailed
for crucifiction.  In the palms of each hand, bright concentrations of arcane
energy grew like two small stars.

Quite uncharacteristically, Scheherazade spat, "A bitch you have called
me . . . so shall you become, body and soul."

This time, Scheherazade didn't even have to tug her ear to release her
power.  With one hand, she reached toward the throat of the thief.  A
leather strap materialized out of nowhere within that hand.  The strap
continued to lengthen, stretching out to the neck of the thief.  Finally the
leather wrapped once around her neck to attaching on the other side with
a loud "SNAP" like a bullwhip, to form a perfect collar and leash.

Wielding these types of energies fired off every nerve ending in
Scheherazade's body.  The honey from her womanhood flowed like wine
with the first of a multiple orgasm.  Her nipples were so engorged that the
almost poked through the "fabric" of her magic clothes.

The thief tried to yell out for help, but the only sound that escaped from
the choking collar was akin to the "Yap" of a small dog.

With that same hand, Scheherazade yanked on the leash and collar,
wrinkled her nose in a snarl, and commanded, "Heel!"

With the other hand, containing an even larger ball of energy, she reached
toward the thief, who was then falling forward onto all fours.  The ball
exploded from her hands to strike the thief right in the chest.  As soon as
the ball struck the thief, Scheherazade arched her back, and thrust her hips
forward.  She was in the throes of a second, infinitely more powerful,
orgasm.

"Ha ha," giggled Scheherazade in a sinister tone of voice.  "Bark for me,
doggy . . ."

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

The Black Djinn was also locked in his own form of an erotic climax, such
as it was.  The fabric of his being was soaked through and through with
Scheherazade's juices.  In all of his years as a Djinn, he had never
experienced anything like this before.  Words alone could not describe
what he felt, for in reality, there was no frame of reference.

The emotions that Scheherazade was radiating were so strong that the
Black Djinn had to break the empathic rapport with her.

When he could concentrate, he deduced, that worked!  She is not a
battery, but a furnace.  Scheherazade is a seething cauldron of arcane
energy.  There is none that is her equal, save Allah himself.  I may yet be
able to turn the Desert Flower into the Desert Thorn!

I must be careful myself, he pondered, lest she destroy me.  She has
shown her skill to be far superior to even mine, or my sniveling twin
brother, the Pasha.  Even now, her energies are depleted.  Scheherazade
was able to make permanent changes with her self magic.  That was
thought to be impossible.

I best ease away from her soul for the nonce.  Such power can be
condition only in small doses, lest I manufacture the doom of us all!

The Black Djinn eased the empathic emotions that he was sending her. 
He moderated the emotion to that of release . . . relief.

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

Scheherazade felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. 
It felt so cathartic to get those frustrations out of her system.  She
honestly didn't know where they came from, and in truth didn't want to 
know.  She imagined that they must have been building for some time, and 
she was happy that they were gone.  All that was left was to watch in 
astonishment at the result of her handiwork.

The person who was the thief shrank rapidly.  As he shrank, the very
clothes that she wore seemed to melt away, only to be replaced by longish
gray, black, and white hair/fur.  The thief's hands and feet changed into
paws, also covered by that long fur.  Her face did not push all the way out
into a traditional muzzle of a dog, but stayed relatively flat.  A small tail,
still covered with that long fur poked out from the base of the thief's spine.

Where once there stood a trashy, yet beautiful woman, there now was a
small Shih Tzu dog . . . a female dog, at that.

After the change worked their course, the dog looked up at Scheherazade, 
and yapped.  The small tail wagged happily, showing that not only had the 
body of the thief been transformed, but the mind as well.  All that remained 
was a normal miniature dog.

Scheherazade smiled down at the dog.  "Awwww.  You're so cute."

She stooped down to pet the dog, attracting the attention of a few more
male admirers of her body.  Scheherazade petted the dog vigorously.  The
little dog responded by jumping up on the woman, and wagging his tail.

Scheherazade's joy returned to the level that it had been prior to the Black
Djinn's interference.  She quickly forgot all about her explosive outburst,
and really had no conception of the level of power she just wielded.  She
did feel a little exhausted, however.

"Maybe you'll be happier this way.  I think I'll call you . . . Fluffy!"
declared the Djinnee.

She picked up the little girl doggy with both hands, looking it squarely in
the face.  "Enough of this.  We have to get to Carmen's.  She only lives
a few blocks away from here.  What do you say we walk girl?"

The dog, again, wagged its tail in response to the sweet voice of the
woman who held her.  She would do anything for this woman.

Moments later, a small beautiful woman, with a cute little dog on a leash
walked easily down the street toward their destination. 

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

While Scheherazade and Bill/chrissy went about their respective tasks,
Chrissy/bill was asleep in her nice warm bed.  Her childlike dreams were
filled with toys, candy, cartoons, and all of the other things that would
excite the fancy of a normal little girl.  This was no normal little girl, for
she was, in reality, Bill Conners, contained within the vessel of his three-
year-old daughter.

The relatively late hour, 7:30 a.m., was a testament to how much that Bill
had become Chrissy.  Bill usually arose at the crack of dawn to be at
work by 8:00 a.m.  It was as if he had an internal, unerring alarm clock. 
Chrissy, on the other hand, hated to get up, and when awakened, was
always groggy for a few minutes.  Bill always woke up full of energy,
raring to go . . . much like Bill/chrissy had already done that morning. 

She lay in her bed, pretty as a picture, curled into a fetal position, a
tangle of covers and long hair.  One thumb was comfortably inserted into her
mouth, while the other hand clutched the worn teddy bear protectively.

Janet Conners peeked into her daughter's room to say, "Chrissy, honey. 
It's time to get up, and get ready for preschool."

Janet's soft voice roused Chrissy/bill, but did not awaken her.  She was
still in that limbo that exists between slumber and wakefulness. 
Nevertheless, she stirred, tossing and turning slightly.  This was all a well-
practiced routine to Janet.  She turned to return to her own room to finish
dressing, knowing that she would have to come back in a matter of
minutes to get her daughter up in earnest.  Janet knew from experience
that a sudden, rude awakening always made Chrissy whiny and cranky for
the rest of the day.

It was always better to start the process early by gently rousing Chrissy
before really waking her up.

Since Janet had returned to her and Bill's bedroom, she didn't have the
opportunity to see what happened next.  No doubt it would have alerted
her to the fact that the people around her where not exactly what they
appeared to be.

That part of Chrissy/bill which was still Bill Conners moved the hand and
thumb that were in her mouth down the front of her undergarments . . . in
this case a diaper.  One of Bill Conner's idiosyncracies was to feel his
morning hard-on when he first woke up in the morning.  The tiny, youthful
fingers of Chrissy/bill now sought out the familiar hardness that greeted the
beginning of each new day.

Those fingers, naturally, did not find an erect evidence of manhood. 
Instead, they found only a smooth, hairless vagina of a baby girl.  Those
fingers found something else as well . . . the warm wetness of urine,
passed in the night.

In her half sleep, Chrissy/bill sensed that something was drastically wrong. 
Something was not as it should be.  Then it all clicked inside of her pretty
little head.  She was still her own daughter, Chrissy, and not only that, had
wet herself during the night.

She sat up, withdrawing one hand from her diaper, and then attempting to
rub the sleep out of her eyes with both hands.  Chrissy/bill just felt so
groggy, like something wouldn't let her wake up fully.

She open her mouth to call for Janet, but what came out instead was a
plaintive cry for, "Mommy."

Janet rushed into the room in a state of half-dress.  "What?  What is it
Baby?" she exclaimed with a note of concern in her voice.  All she saw
was her precious child rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

Chrissy/bill half sobbed, sleepily, "I-I wet me."  

The comment was not so much to inform her de facto mother of her messy
condition, but to tell herself that she was still a little girl.  Chrissy
hadn't been able to set things right during the night.  The true implication was 
lost upon Janet.

Janet's smile turned upside down into a grin. She crossed the room in a
few strides, and reached down to pick up Chrissy/bill.  She loved her
daughter so much!  "Well then, I guess it was a good idea after all that you
wore a diaper to bed last night.  Eh, Pumpkin?"

Chrissy/bill immediately molded herself into the crook of Janet's arm and
chest, as if it was something she always did.  The position just seemed so
. . . right.  She closed her eyes in that half sleep/grogginess, resting her
head on Janet's shoulder.  Almost on a cue, the omnipresent thumb found
its way into her mouth.  

"Uh-huh," was all that she could mumble.

Janet carried Chrissy/bill across the room.  "Let's get you changed.  Then
you can have our secret morning treat."

Since she was still not fully awake, Chrissy/bill lacked the sufficient
concentration to search her memory to find out what that treat was.  All
she knew was that it must be something good.  Janet's very words made
her feel so very warm inside.

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

Scheherazade reached the apartment of Carmen Moreno without much
difficulty.  Unless of course one considers being ogled, and then
propositioned by every male passerby in the street a difficulty.  She
certainly didn't!  As a matter of fact, Scheherazade was quite enjoying the
attention from men that her face and body drew.  A couple of times she
had been tempted, and but for her master's wish, may have taken then up
on their proposal.

Life as a girl was certainly more interesting than life as Tony.  It was an
aspect of her new incarnation that Scheherazade wanted to explore very
much.

Nevertheless, that was for a future time.  Now, as she stood before the
front apartment door of Carmen, Fluffy, the new girl dog in tow, there was
only the wish to fulfil.

Scheherazade reached up to knock on the door, her upper arm obstructed by 
the prominent bulges of two massive breasts.  Suddenly she withdrew the 
closed fist.  No, she thought.  I do not need to knock upon doors.  Instead, 
she reached up to her right earlobe, and rendered herself and Fluffy, 
ghostlike . . . immaterial.

She walked forward, and reached toward the door in an experimental
fashion.  It passed through, unencumbered, just as Scheherazade expected
it to. She tugged upon the leash of the dog to encourage it forward, now
that she was satisfied that her magics had produced the desired results.

Scheherazade easily passed through the door, like a wraith, into the
interior of Carmen's apartment.  She was just about to proceed further in 
when she felt resistance from Fluffy's leash.  A quick glance over her
shoulder showed the problem.  The poor dog had not yet come through
the door.

The Djinnee exhaled in frustration.  She correctly deduced that the small
canine mind would not understand that it could simply pass through the
door.  All that it would see was a door, which it would perceive to bee
solid.  Indeed, Fluffy, the Shih Tzu, was sitting outside the door on her
haunches, head tilted to one side and panting, and just staring at the door.

Scheherazade jerked hard upon the leash and collar, pulling Fluffy through
the door.  Once inside the door, Fluffy started to snoop around as if
nothing was amiss.  However, the initial pull of the leash had produced a
sharp "yap" from the new dog.

There was not a doubt in Scheherazade's mind that the "yap" would call
forth the resident of the apartment to investigate the noise. 

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

Chrissy/bill finally became fully awake as she lay on her back, being
cleaned by Janet.  Janet undid the Velcro ties of the wet diaper, and pulled
it free.  As soon as Chrissy/bill realized what was happening, and that she
had wet herself during the night, she turned beet red in embarrassment. 
She felt an overpowering urge to start crying.

Janet saw the sad expression on the little girl's face.  She consoled the
little girl, "Don't cry, Pumpkin.  It's only a messy diaper.  You've seen
them before."

The only problem was that, although Chrissy Conners had experienced the
indignity of a messy diaper, Chrissy/bill had not.  At least not on that side
of the messy diaper.  The memory of it existed in the part of her that was
Chrissy.  However, there was a huge difference between remembering
such a thing, and living it first hand!

It was all that Chrissy/bill could to keep from bursting into tears over her
fate.  She just bit her lip, and tried to bear it.

Janet pulled out a wet nap from a container on the counter.  She
proceeded to wipe down Chrissy/bill's genitals, butt, and upper legs to
remove the urine.  The sensations of  Janet's ministrations were sending
to Chrissy/bill's brain were enough to numb his mind.

"There.  All done, Baby.  Now you can get dressed."

Chrissy/bill struggled unsteadily to her feet.  This body was only three
years old, and as such, hadn't fully mastered the nuances of walking and
ambulating.  Janet's last statement prompted her to ask a question.

"Dress for what, Mommy?"  Chrissy/bill wasn't playacting anymore.  Her
speech patterns mirror the juvenile tone and inflection of the real Chrissy.
Although deep within her she knew the vocabulary and grammar of proper
speaking, it seemed to be just beyond her grasp to annunciate.  What
came out were the words and phrases of the real Chrissy.  That included
naturally calling Janet "Mommy."

In fact, it just felt wrong for her to call Janet anything but "Mommy."

This made Chrissy/bill panic a little.  She was now terrified that he was
losing his true self.  Desperately, she tried to remember what had
happened yesterday at work.  With an effort, it was all there, although she
had to push her way past initial thoughts of what happened to Chrissy
yesterday at preschool.  She now had two sets of memories.

Next, she tried to remember the last time she made love to Mommy  . . .
Janet, as Bill.  That was there too, although that required an even greater
effort to retrieve.  It seemed like it had happened to another person
entirely, and not her.  It gave Chrissy/bill a little bit of confidence
knowing that her true self was still in there.  The difficulty was, as he was 
now learning, the memories of the real Chrissy were primary.

Chrissy/bill was so lost in a mental inspection of her current circumstances
that she almost didn't hear Janet say, ". . . . Why preschool, of course,
silly.  Now you go get dressed Chrissy or we're going to be late."

Chrissy/bill stood wide eyed as the knowledge that she had to spend the
day in preschool, in the place of her daughter, began to sink in.

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

Bill/chrissy looked at his watch.  He imagined that just about now, his
father, in his real body, was learning things he discovered earlier that
morning.  The memories of the body he now wore were primary, while
those of his real self, Chrissy, were secondary.  He knew that if he
concentrated he could remember playing with a dollhouse, or with coloring
books.  It just that they now seemed like they happened to somebody
else.

He discovered that if he just relaxed, and let the memories of the body
take over, it was easier to get through things.  That helped immeasurably
while he was shaving his face, and now, as he was driving to work.  At
first Bill/chrissy thought that he wouldn't be able to drive a car.  Again,
once he relaxed, it came naturally.  It felt like he had been doing it his
entire life.

Things were starting to come so easily to him know that he didn't once
think about mentally calling out to Shay for help.  Her words had rung
true.  If he really wanted to understand his father's life, he would have to
live it . . . without Shay's help.

He just hoped that his father could figure out the truth of it, relax, and
really enjoy being Chrissy for the day.  She needed a day off, and what
better way to spend it than playing with other children.  Bill/chrissy hoped
that it would make her remember what it was like just to be a carefree kid.

Shay had convinced him to try and enjoy being Bill Conners for the day. 
As she said, there was no damage that he could do, that she couldn't
undo.  All he had to do was enjoy!!

That enjoyment started with a romantic, sweeping good-bye kiss to Janet
this morning.  She reminded him to pick up Chrissy at preschool again
tonight, since she had more late meetings.  In a sense, it was a real good-bye
kiss, for by the time she returned home tonight, he would be in his real
body.

Bill/chrissy remembered in his mind's eye that the kiss took her breath
away.  It buckled her knees.

"Wow.  What's the occasion?" she had said.

"I love you.  That's all," he had replied.  It wasn't a lie.

Bill/chrissy smiled at the pleasant memory, along with others that he would
take back to his real body.  Even now, those memories started a
biological reaction, which in turn caused his manhood to grow hard.  It
was a shame that he would have to return to his real body tonight. 
However, he really, really missed his carefree life as Chrissy.

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

True to form, seconds after solidifying Fluffy and herself, Carmen raced
around the corner into the foyer of her apartment.  Needless to say, she
was just a tad startled by the sudden appearance of a very buxom, very
short girl in her place, little dog in tow.  She hadn't heard a knock, a
doorbell, or even a key in the lock.

"Who the hell are you?" Carmen demanded of Scheherazade angrily, "and
what are the fuck are you doing in my apartment?"

"Shhhhh," Scheherazade whispered, holding one elegant finger up to her
lips in the familiar gesture.

Carmen's head lolled to the side, eyes closed in slumber. She continued
to stand, as if she were still wide awake, propped up by the force of the
Djinnee's magic.  With that problem taken care of, Scheherazade glared
down at the little black, white, and gray Shih Tzu at her heels.  Fluffy just
looked up, wagging her tail, like nothing was amiss.

"You still continue to be a little bitch, don't you?"  She questioned Fluffy
as if she actually expected an answer.

"Yap. Yap." was the reply.

"Well. Now that we've made you a bitch in form, why don't we make you
a bitch in fact as well?"  Scheherazade mused aloud.

She willed the energy of self magic from deep within her closer to the
surface.  Scheherazade formed the specific manifestation of that magic
within her mind.  A tug of her right ear was all that was required to activate
that magic.

The effect that she wanted did not require that much magic.  A pink glow
enveloped the little Shih Tzu.  All of a sudden, Fluffy, the former thief
began to rub her nether regions upon the carpet. The dog was consumed
by an irresistible biological imperative.  To her small canine mind it was
only a need to be filled.  Scheherazade had thrown her former tormentor
into heat!

Scheherazade watched the dog's gyration with great humor.  "I can't very
well take you with me to my Master's work today.  I'll just have to leave
you here until I return.  I will decide what to do with you at that time."

Scheherazade looked around the room, trying what to decide to do next.
It felt good to have unlimited and unfettered use of her powers with such
an open-ended wish.  She gazed upon the upright, sleeping form of
Carmen.

She looked back at the dog in distress.  "I can't very well leave you here
alone either, no doubt you would bark your fool head off in your current
condition.  We'll just have to give you a companion to have fun with while
I am gone!"

Scheherazade formed an image in her mind that made her grin.  It was a
nasty grin.  Apparently, the Black Djinn's influence was starting to have
a little bit of an effect.  Again she tugged upon her right earlobe.

This time, a much bigger glistening pink cloud appeared out of thin air
around the body of Carmen.  The clothes that she had adorned for the day
at the office melted into nothingness.  It left her completely nude.

She didn't need any clothes where she was going.  Black and extremely
dark brown hair, or more accurately fur, began to grow like wildfire all
along the surface of her body.  The bones of Carmen's body began to
crack and snap as the assumed different shapes.  Simultaneously, the
sleeping Hispanic woman began to slowly shrink.

In a few seconds her body had assumed such a different shape that she
could no longer stand erect as a human does.  Carmen dropped to the
carpet onto all fours.  Now that she was in a position more suited to her
ultimate destination, the changes came faster.

Carmen's spine began to bow slightly in order to make being on all fours
more comfortable.  The rear legs began to shorten dramatically do that
they were proportionate to the front.  They too were shortening, while the
hands began to form definite canine paws. However, the upper part of her
front legs began to gain some muscle mass.

A muzzle, with sharp canine teeth pushed out from Carmen's face.

From Sheherazade's vantage point, behind Carmen, she could see far
more interesting changes taking place.  A short, stubby tail push out from 
her spine.  It too was covered with the black/dark brown fur.  That wasn't
the most miraculous change.  Carmen's clitoris, excited by the unique
erotic sensations of transformation was engorged, as was her vulva.  The
poked out prominently from the soft outer lips of her vagina.

As time moved forward, her clitoris continued to enlarge, gaining length
and girth.  The skin of her vaginal lips also gained mass, pushing back to
the rear of her body.  Finally when it was big enough, a sheath formed to
guard the new penis.  Two testicles descended into the two perfectly
formed, if not large, balls.

Carmen had been transformed into a virile rottweiler!  Almost immediately
the new male dog picked up on the scent of the smaller dog in heat.  The
chase was on.

Scheherazade watched the bigger dog chase the smaller dog out of the
foyer, and into the rest of the apartment.  She though back to the time she
and he Blue Djinn transformed themselves into wolves. An erotic smirk
flashed across her face.

"Oh your going to have so much fun today Fluffy.  I almost envy you."  

For a second, Scheherazade thought of transforming herself into a female
rott' so she could experience what it was like to get it from a real dog.
Unfortunately, she didn't have the time.

"That takes care of those two.  Know we have to see about me . . . ."

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

Chrissy/bill stood stark naked in the center of Chrissy's room. He was
surrounded by toys and dolls of all shapes and sizes.  Janet had instructed
her to get dressed, while she, herself, went to finish preparing to go to
work.  The only problem was that as Bill, she never helped get Chrissy
dressed.  As Bill, she had never helped with the laundry, or to help put the
clothes away in their proper place.  In other words, he had no idea where
Chrissy's clothes would be found.

Almost instantly, she was drawn, as if by some unseen hand toward a
small dresser.  There was something about the bottom drawer. 
Chrissy/bill opened the bottom drawer of the dresser to find it filled with
tiny girls' panties.  Chrissy's memories had guided her unerringly to the
exact place that she needed to go! 

She rooted through the panties until she found an adorable pink cotton
pair with a tiny lace border.  They were so girlish, but Chrissy/bill could
not put them down.  Had her persona been that of Bill alone, there is no
doubt that she would have chosen the least girlish undergarments, white
cotton briefs.  However, there was something about these particular
panties that made her want to wear them.

Chrissy/bill decided to stop fighting what felt like a natural instinct and
just go with what she felt.  Otherwise, she would go nuts agonizing over 
every little decision.  Once the choice was made to relax, things became much
easier for her.  She instinctively knew where to find everything, including
the clothes that she chose to wear for the day: a white T-shirt which read
"Daddy's Little Girl"; a set of bright yellow overall, with the emblem of
Barbie on it; white socks, with a lacy yellow border on top, and a bright
yellow bow for her hair.

Chrissy/bill was the very picture of a little girl.  She inspected herself in
the little mirror that was in the room.  The image stunned her.  She had been
able to get ready for preschool as Chrissy with little or no effort.  That is
where she made the decision.

I might as well stop fighting this, Chrissy/bill thought.  I actually feel
like a little girl.  Part of me is actually looking forward to going to preschool 
and playing.  It's got to be better than going to work, and dealing with all of
the headaches there for the day.  Yeah, that's it!  This is almost like a
vacation from being me.  As long as I am in Chrissy's body, and feel like
her, I might as well not worry about things, and just have fun.  It might be
a blast to see what it's like to be a little girl.

Chrissy/bill had just finished brushing out her long hair, as the memory of
Chrissy told her to do, when Janet came back into the room.

"My, don't you look cute today!  Honestly, Chrissy.  You're going to
have to stop wearing that outfit every other day.  Everybody will think we
don't buy you any clothes.  I bet you're wearing those pink panties again
too."

The words came almost naturally to Chrissy/bill.  "But Mommy, they're
my favorites."

"I know they are, Honey.  C'mere so I can put the bow in your hair."

Chrissy/bill toddled over to where Janet took a seat.  She handed the bow
up to her "mother," while eagerly turning around.  She gave Janet access
to her beautiful long hair.  Janet drew the hair back along the sides of her
head to place the bow.  Janet turned the child around to inspect her
handiwork.

"There.  Now you're as pretty as a picture.  Are you ready for our secret
treat now?"

Chrissy/bill reflected back to earlier that morning.  She had mentioned a
secret treat then too.  She began to search Chrissy's memories for exactly
what that treat was.  It sounded like a regular, morning routine between
mother and daughter.

By the time Chrissy/bill looked up to Janet, she already had her blouse
undone, and pulled to the side.  One of her breasts was fully exposed.

"Now remember Chrissy.  This is our little secret.  If your daddy ever
found out that I was taking things so I can still breast feed you he would
be very mad at us.  Okay?"

If only Janet knew that she was in reality speaking to the person who was
her husband.  Part of Chrissy/bill wanted to yell at Janet for the deception. 
Nevertheless, the part of her which was Chrissy, flooded her mind with
the delicious taste of the mother's milk, along with the sensation of security
while breast-feeding.  It was that part which won out.

"Yes, Mommy," whispered Chrissy/bill.

"Well . . . come here then.  We have to be going soon."

Chrissy/bill leapt into Janet's arm, where she curled up as tightly as she
could.  Now she really and truly felt like a little baby.  She found the
nipple of the left breast easily, the intertwined memories of both Bill and 
Chrissy guiding her lips and tongue.  One small suckle started the flow of 
sweet warm mothers' milk.  It was delicious.  She lay her face upon Janet's
chest so that she could hear the reassuring sound of a heartbeat.

Chrissy/bill felt such a feeling of warmth and loved throughout her body. 
It was like nothing she had ever felt before, even the romantic unions
between Bill and Janet.  Even as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of
it, she wondered, when the time came, if she would be able to give up this
existence?

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

Scheherazade walked through the apartment of Carmen Moreno.  More
than once, she had to step over wrestling dogs.  As she walked through
the apartment, she reached out and touched the various possessions, and
articles of the resident.  With each touch, she absorbed the totality of
Carmen's experience with the specific article.  Much like a person with
psychometric powers, Scheherazade absorbed the totality of Carmen's
life experiences.

She deftly moved from room to room, touching everything in sight.  When
it was done, she announced to herself, "Now I am ready."

The magic was willed to the surface again.  Scheherazade pictured the
image of Carmen's human form within her mind, and then quickly tugged
upon her right earlobe.  This time, the shimmering, sparkling pink cloud
surrounded herself.

After all of this time as a Djinnee, she was familiar with the physical
sensations of transformation.  It still did not lessen them any.  She thought
that it was a pity that most mortals would never get to experience the
erotic feeling of your body growing here or shrinking there.

Scheherazade took a few seconds to revel in the feelings herself.  She
closed her eyes, and felt the frame of her body begin to grow larger.  She
felt her arms, legs, feet, and hands, begin to lengthen.  She knew that she
was growing into the 5'8" height of the real Carmen Moreno.

However, the very next sensation, troubled Scheherazade somewhat.  Her
beautiful, full breasts began to shrink, almost like big balloons slowly being
deflated.  Even with her eyes closed, she felt her feminine pride and joy
wither into the 36A boobs of the real Carmen.  The next thing to go was
her lush hair.  Scheherazade could actually feel it being pulled back into
her head until it was barely shoulder length.  It was, however, the absence
of the great weight upon her chest, that disturbed her the most.

When she first became the Djinnee that she now was, the feeling of that
massive weight, moving and shifting as she moved, disturbed her greatly. 
She grew accustomed to them over time.  Now she enjoyed them, and
now felt less of a woman without them.

The sensation of loss made Scheherazade open her eye to witness the last
of the changes.  She saw her skin darken into a light brown shade that was
typical of Latin people.  Her elegant fingernails retracted into her finger
tips until they were the short, unmanicured nails of Carmen.  The last thing
that she felt was a slight tickle in her throat.

When Scheherazade spoke aloud once more, saying, "I am almost done,"
she knew the reason for the tickle.  She now spoke with a definite
Hispanic accent.

She looked down at herself.  She still wore the clothes that she had on in
her own body.  She pictured the exact business suit which Carmen was
wearing before her change. Scheherazade pictured that set of clothes in
her mind's eye, only to have the mystical garb, which she believed that she
wore, respond instantaneously.  The clothes flowed like water in and
around her forming a perfect replica of the outfit that Carmen had been
wearing.  It was perfect from the black high heels all of the way up to the
silk blouse.

Scheherazade looked around Carmen's bedroom where she had been
standing.  It was momentarily disorienting to witness the world from her
new height.  It had been quite a long time since she had been this tall. 
Ever since becoming Scheherazade, she had to experience the world from
a perspective of less than 5'.  The new height was also somewhat troubling
to her sensibilities since she actually liked being so small and petite.

Nevertheless, she would have to make do until the term of her master's
wish was completed. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Scheherazade noticed a vanity mirror, chair
and makeup.   She also noticed, with her newly darkened irises, that
colors seemed to appear a different shade.  It was all so unusual.  She sat
down on the chair to inspect her new visage within the reflection of the
mirror.  The exact twin of Carmen Moreno gazed back at her.

"I may have to be this woman for the day, but that does not mean that I
cannot make a few improvements."

She already knew what the first improvement would be, even as she
spoke.  With a tug of an earlobe, Scheherazade expanded her breast out
until they were the modest size, for her, of 36D.  The sensation of weight,
and of jiggling on her chest calmed her anxiety quite a bit.  She then
softened here, lightened there until she was the picture of a beautiful Latin
woman.

The changes weren't enough to alter the perception that she appeared to
be the real Carmen.  However, they were enough to let her continue to
fully experience the life and world of a beautiful, desirable woman.

Scheherazade closed her eyes, invoking the mental rapport with
Bill/chrissy.  She saw through his eyes that he was now at the workplace
of Bill Conners.  She visualized it perfectly.  That was all she needed.

With another tug upon her right earlobe, Scheherazade mystically
transported herself to the desk of Carmen Moreno.

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

Janet led Chrissy/bill out of the house by the hand.  Her little legs were
scurrying a mile a minute just to keep up with the much bigger person.  In
fact, everything around her was huge.  She felt like she was suddenly in the
land of the giants!

When they got to the car, Janet picked up the little girl with ease.  She
open the car door with a free hand, and began to move Chrissy/bill
toward the child seat that was secured in the back.  The sight of the child
seat made Chrissy/bill object in a meek childlike voice

"Don't wanna sit in the back Mommy.  Wanna sit in the front with you like
a big girl."

Janet brushed a lock of hair out of Chrissy/bill's eyes.  "I know you do
Honey.  You know that you're smaller than most girls your age.  You look
like you're only two.  If the police stopped me, I would get in trouble.  I
promise that you can sit in the front with me when you get a little bigger."

All Chrissy/bill could say was, "Yes, Mommy," as Janet strapped her into
the child seat.  Chrissy/bill had to swallow her pride yet one more time,
and immerse herself once more into the world of a baby.

Janet gently placed a Barbie bag, with a Barbie lunch box on the seat
beside Chrissy/bill.  The two of them were off to the preschool.

(to be continued)