From: Edwin Gay <gaye@delphi.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: TG: "Genie" (Magic Trans)
Date: Mon, 21 Nov 94 18:12:53 -0500

 Let me start this one off with a message to you all and the
TG ARCHIVIST. People are free to think what they will. I am
simply posting stories that I have found enjoyable. All my posts
are clearly marked "TG", so if this doesn't interest you, don't
read it! I am not wasting your time, and if you have any negative
posts to respond with (which should be in A.S.S.D!) I won't waste
my time reading it.
 To THE ARCHIVIST, come on man, don't let pathetic, closed minded
little people get to you! Keep on doing the excellent job you've
been doing. As others have said, if you quit, they win! It's
not easy posting all this stuff, I know! (It's even harder when
you're doing it with your name on it!)
 
 Anyway, 'nuff said! Enjoy this one. (I am now breaking my stories
into chunks for you AOL users who had probs with them in the past!)
 
 Ed
 
I had the world by the ass.  I had been able to learn Arabic while serving
as an intelligence officer, and was smart enough to realize that I could
capitalize on this as a private businessman.  I left the CIA after 10 years,
and went to work for some food brokers.  Once I had learned the ins and
outs of exporting Made in the USA food products, I formed my own
company.
 
Business was good.  It is amazing the number of Americans who don't
even try to converse with the Arabs in their native tongue.  By the same
token, the Arabs were quite impressed with those who could.  I made lots
of trips to the Middle East, and came home with contracts every time.
 
My wife, Cindy, had always pestered me to go along on my trips.  I had
always explained to her, that American women weren't really welcome in
the Middle East.  This did not seem to deter her.  I really did not care
about the fact that she would be treated like shit in the Middle East.  I
really did not want her to learn about the harems.  I always had a great
time.
 
Although the Arabs were quite prudish about their families, and personal
wives, they had a completely different theory about their harems.  These
girls were quite beautiful, and existed only for the pleasure of the harem
owners and their personal guests.  I had seen girls of all nationalities in
the harems, and always considered it a treat to be invited to partake in
the pleasures.
 
Dinners were always a treat, as the girls from the harems served the food
and drink.  Of course their faces were always covered, but little else was.
One time I asked my host if he thought it was proper to discuss business
in front of the girls.  He laughed, and told me that the girls were well
secured at night.  He pointed out the rings in their nipples.  He told me
that chains were run to the rings every night, locking the girl in place.  I
smiled.
 
One trip, I was able to secure a $50 million deal.  Although I had no intent
of retiring, I knew that now I could.  The profit alone was over $50,000.
All of which I put in a Swiss account.  Feeling quite satisfied with the deal,
I thought that I would get something special for Cindy.  I had some time to
spare, and went down to the bazaar.
 
I was always fascinated at the bazaar.  Almost anything could be bought.
Over the years, I had started a collection of antique vases, both porcelain,
and metal.  One time I had even discovered a brass plated vase, that was
really gold.
 
I discovered another brass vase, that might be of value.  After some
dickering with the vendor, I purchased the vase.  When I got back to my
hotel room, I started to clean up the vase.  I rubbed and rubbed, and all of
a sudden, the vase started to shake, and a green mist filled the room.
The mist was rather strong, and caused me to pass out.
 
When I awoke, there was a tall man in the room.  He told me that he was
the genie of the vase.  I started to laugh, thinking that someone was
pulling a trick on me.  He told me that according to custom, I was entitled
to 6 wishes, for freeing him from the vase.  Struggling to fight my laughter,
I decided to play along with the joke.
 
The genie told me that I could wish for anything that I desired, but
because there were only 6 wishes, I should use them carefully.  I thought
about it for a little while, and then told him that I had my first wish.  I told
him that I wanted to spend a week in my host's harem.  The genie asked
me if I was sure that was what I wanted.  I was certain by this point, and
said yes, that is exactly what I wanted.  He told me that he would grant
my request, and would see me back in this room in one week.
 
The green mist reappeared, and I again passed out.  I awoke to the
strong smell of perfume and other female odors.  I smiled.  Maybe the
genie was real after all.  I put my feet over the side of the bed, and
proceeded to get up.  All of a sudden, a sharp pain shot through my body,
centered around my chest.  I looked down, and noticed with horror that I
had tits on my chest.  The pain was caused by two chains attached to
rings through my nipples!  Son of a bitch, that genie fucked me.  I wanted
to spend a week in the harem as a guy.  He sent me to the harem as one
of the broads!
 
I laid down again, and the pain started to subside.  Without putting tension
on the chains, I used my hands to check out my body.  My tits were
somewhat large, and felt just like real tits.  I felt down to my crotch.
Matching the tits, I could feel a female pussy between my legs.  Oh shit,
what had I got myself into.
 
I tried to move my head from side to side, and see what I could.  I could
see all sorts of women in the harem.  All of them were laying flat on their
backs, with the chains attached to their nipples.  All that I could see, had
no clothes on.
 
I laid there, waiting for what would happen next.  After what seemed like
an hour or so, a group of older women came into the harem.  They came
around and woke us all up.  The chains were released from all of our
nipples.  The leader of the women spoke to us.  I had been correct on
guessing that the harem was made up of many nationalities, as she
addressed us in 8 different languages.
 
Evidently, I was part of a new group of girls.  We were going to go
through a training process for the next week.  She started to outline our
curriculum.  We would be taught how to please a man.  She pointed out
to us that in this country, women were not equal to men.  Furthermore,
women in harems had even less status than regular women in this
country.  In a seeming paradox, she pointed out to us that girls who acted
as whores were considered real scum, yet those in harems were highly
revered.  She told us that we would learn to take a man in all of our
holes, and control and masssage a penis with all orifices.  We would learn
makeup skills, and how to dress.
 
In a chilling revelation, she pointed out that we had all been bought by the
harem master.  She claimed that only 40% of the girls passed the harem
training, and were permitted into the harem.  The remainder were either
assigned to a whore house, or if they were lucky, were sold to another
man.  I kind of felt sorry for the other broads.  I would be out of here in a
week.  They appeared to be here for life.
 
We were taken to a room, where each of us was stood in front of what
looked like oversize cushions.  We were told to lay down over them.  I did
so, and had large straps put over me.  A strap was laid over my waist, my
legs, and my arms.  By the time they finished cinching it up, I could not
move.
 
The older woman told us (still in the 8 languages) that we needed to be
able to accomodate penises up our ass.  She told us that we probably like
most western woman - small in the ass.  She continued by telling us that
we would spend the next week getting our assholes enlarged.  We would
spend two hours each day with spreaders in our ass.
 
With that said, I could hear someone come up behind me.  I could feel
some cold liquid (vaseline I hoped) being spread over my ass hole.
Something was put up at my asshole.  The woman behind me told me to
relax.  Suddenly, the spreader (dildo I guessed) was pushed into my ass.
I started to scream, but as I did, a gag was pushed into my mouth.
 
I guess the spreader was attached to some automatic device, because for
the next two hours, I could feel this thing pushing in and out of my ass.  It
was weird experiencing feelings that I knew my wife had felt in the past.
At first it hurt a lot, but after a while, it stopped hurting, and actually felt
kind of good.  I could feel a warm feelling spread from my cunt throughout
my body.  My tits even felt good.
 
At the end of the two hours, the leader again talked to us.  She told us
that control of our muscles was important.  In order to help us learn about
controlling our ass muscles, they were going to insert a fluid into our
asses before taking the spreaders out.  We would be expected to hold the
fluid in.  All of a sudden, I could feel the spreader squirt a fluid into my
ass.  I guessed that this is what a man cumming felt like.
 
I felt the spreader being taken out of my ass.  The restraints were
removed, and I was told to stand up.  I felt a little liquid leaking out of my
ass.  Evidently the woman saw it too, because I received a big slap
across my ass.
 
After walking around for a llittle while, we were allowed to sit on a toilet,
and release the fluid.  It felt weird for liquids to be coming out my ass.
 
After this training, we were taken to another room.  We were put into what
looked like large nets.  My legs were spread by the nets, and suddenly I
was lifted up.  My natural swinging was stopped by one of the women,
and she started to lower me down.  Suddenly, my cunt was impaled by a
dildo.  She told me that this was training to develop my vaginal muscles.
She would cause me to be lifted up, and I would be expected to lift the
weight attached to the dildo.  Over a period of time, the weights would be
increased.
 
These two training events were repeated throughout the week.
Interspersed in the training, was blowjob training.  We were taught to
worship a cock, and how to bring ecstacy to a man.  From experience, I
knew that many of the techniques were true.  The others I couldn't wait to
tell my wife to use on me.
 
Although I did not get a chance to enjoy myself in the harem, the week
ended all too soon.  Before I knew it, the seven days were up, and I met
the genie in my hotel room again.
 
The genie asked me how my week had gone.  I told him that I was kind of
pissed at him.  I had after all spent a week as a broad.  Heck, not only a
broad, but a broad going through training to learn how to please a man.
He told me that the only people allowed in a harem were women.  My
wish was to be in the harem.  He granted my wish in the only manner he
knew how.  I told him ok.  After all, the week hadn't been so bad after all.
It was kind of fun seeing what it was like being a broad.
 
I couldn't wait to go home and tell my wife about my experiences.  I got
home (eventually - after layovers in Frankfurt and JFK in New York), and
told my wife about my experiences.  Like me at first, she was very
sceptical.  She asked me if I had smoked anything funny while I was in
the Middle East.  I told her, OK, be sceptical.  Let me show you.
 
I got out the vase, and rubbed it like I had before.  It started to shake, and
then I saw the familiar green mist again.  We both passed out.  When we
awoke, the genie was in front of us.  The genie asked me if I wanted to
use any of my 5 remaining wishes.  I told him that I wanted to make a
couple of wishes right now.  The first was $10 million added to my swiss
bank account.  Like before he asked me if I was sure, and I responded of
course.  Cindy was laughing at this point.  I told her to call Switzerland,
and check on our bank balance.  Reluctantly she did so, and came back
amazed that our account had increased by $10 million.
 
I told the genie that I had a second wish.  I wished that my wife
possessed all the talents of a permanent harem girl.  My wife started to
protest.  The genie asked me if I was sure, and I responded of course.
Cindy shuddered for a second, and then it was done.  She said that she
felt a little different, but otherwise ok.
 
The genie asked me if I wanted to use any of my three remaining wishes.
I told him that I wanted to give Cindy one of the wishes.  He said that
could be done.  I told Cindy that she could wish for anything she wanted.
She thought for a little while.  A big smile broke out on her face.  She
faced the genie.  She told the genie that she wasn't sure what talents had
been given to her, but obviously they were designed to bring pleasure to a
man.  Consequently, her wish was for me and her to switch bodies, so
that she would experience the pleasure that I had wanted for myself.
 
I started to protest, but suddenly the green mist appeared again.  We both
passed out.
 

                                 Genie II
 
     Our story so far:  Our hero is a Middle East expert.  Somewhat of a
chauvinist, he has enjoyed himself a lot while on business in the Middle
East.  On one of his last trips, he purchased an antique - an antique with
a difference.  This one held a genie.  The genie granted him six wishes.
His first was to spend a week in the harem of his host.  Well, he got his
exact wish, because he spent his week in the harem, however he did it as
one of the harem girls!  He spent the week learning to please men.  When
he got home from his trip, he told his wife about the genie.  She was
sceptical, and so he spent his second wish padding his bank account.
His wife was impressed.  He got a little silly, because his third wish was
for his wife to learn all the talents that he had learned while in the harem.
The fourth wish he gave to her.  Her wish was a little sneaky.  She
realized that he had some strange motive for making her "learn" what he
had learned in the harem.  So, eager to experience it herself, she wished
they could switch bodies.  Two wishes to go.
 
     We both woke up.  Coming out of a little haze, I remembered what
Cindy and I had done.  I looked down at my body.  For the second time in
a few weeks, I was a woman.  I guess that it would have shocked me a
little bit, if this was my first time, but heck, I had just gone through this.
 
     Cindy's body was a little different than the harem girls body I had
occupied.  Cindy was pretty good looking, checking in at 5'6", 130 pounds,
blonde hair, blue eyes, and a stunning 36D-24-36 figure.
 
     I had dated a lot of woman when I was younger, but really had not
wanted a "partner" for a wife.  I figured that if I was going to earn big
bucks, I wanted a wife to show off.  Hence, I had looked around for a long
time before finding Cindy.  Cindy was your typical blonde haired, big titted
bimbo.  She had a typical air head attitude, and that kind of soft, "made
for sex" body.  What the heck, if I had to be a broad, at least I was good
looking.
 
     I looked over at Cindy.  It was kind of strange, looking at myself.
Cindy started to wake up, and she called to me.  She smiled and told me
that she finally believed that the genie was real.  It sounded pretty funny
to hear my voice coming from my body - and yet, it was my wife.  The
only thing weirder was to hear me talk, and sound like a woman.
 
     Cindy reached over, and grabbed my left breast.  I winced at the
pain, and told her to control her new strength.  After all, she was as
strong as I used to be.  We quickly undressed, and set out to explore our
bodies from the other perspective.
 
     I reached down to fondle my breasts.  The lacy silk bra that I was
wearing seemed to hold them well.  I touched my nipples lightly, and was
surprised to feel them harden.  I small tingle shot through my body.  Cindy
pulled my panties down, and it felt really weird to feel them being pulled
from between my ass.  I had always liked seeing Cindy in thong panties.
Now I was wearing them.
 
     Cindy was touching and fondling her (my) dick.  She started to
laugh, as it got hard.  She told me that she wanted to check out this
experience.
 
     To make a long story short, for the next four hours, we
experimented with our new bodies.  At first, I reverted back to all the
training I had gotten, and did my best to bring Cindy pleasure.  It was no
big deal for me, but Cindy seemed to be enjoying herself.
 
     After a while, Cindy told me that she wanted me to experience a
female orgasm.  She started to play with my (her) pussy.  It felt pretty
good, when all of a sudden, she touched my pleasure button.  I started to
feel REAL good.  My hips started to move out of control.  Bringing more
and more pressure to bear, suddenly I felt a shock wave move through
my body.  Wow, what an experience.  Different than a male orgasm; not
as momentarily intense, just protracted intense.  I could see how women
could find pleasure.
 
     After we showered up, I asked Cindy if she wanted to change back
now.  She smiled and asked me what I thought.  I told her that we may as
well stay like this for a couple of days, just to play around.  She agreed,
and told me that she thought we should stay like this for a week.
 
     Well, we spent the next few days acting like newlyweds.  We fucked
and sucked as often as Cindy could.  Often, (despite my best skills) she
just couldn't get it up.  The funny thing was that she wanted to play
around a lot more than I did.  That was a switch.  Usually I wanted to fuck
her all the time, and she would resist.  Now she wanted sex all the time,
and I would try and convince her not to.
 
     I figured that I would have a little fun with Cindy's body.  I knew
what effect this blonde bimbo's body had on guys.  This could be fun!  I
decided that I would go to many of my male "haunts", and see how I was
received.  I did not want to go any place where I was likely to run into
someone who knew Cindy, but I didn't figure that that would be too tough.
 
     I picked out one of Cindy's sexier outfits.  I started with one of her
silk bra and pantie sets.  I had come to love the feeling of silk on my
body.  The little thong panties that I had loved as a man, looked so tiny as
I looked down at them.  I pulled them up and as always was amazed to
see how well they fit.  The bra was next.  I still hadn't got used to putting
on a bra.  However, I didn't think that I wanted to walk around with my tits
bouncing freely.  A garter belt and stockings finished out the underwear.
 
     The dress I chose was a skin tight leather number that I had picked
up for Cindy in Europe.  The bottom half (what little there was barely
covered the tops of my stockings) was red, and the top was black.  The
entire dress zipped up the front, and showed lots of cleavage.  The dress
always made me hot when I watched her move in it, and I knew I looked
just as good.
 
     Doing my hair and my makeup was easy after my intense week of
training in the harem, although I had to be careful not to look too
whoreish.  I told Cindy that I was going for a ride.  She patted me on the
ass and told me to be good.  I laughed.
 
     Getting into Cindy's car was a challenge.  The tight skirt did not
allow me to get into the car like I was used to.  I thought about it a little,
and remembered how women got into cars.  I went in butt first, and then
moved my legs into the car.  I noticed that my skirt had hiked up, and the
stocking tops were very visible.  My heels did not make things easy either.
It took a little to get used to.
 
     I started to just drive around.  I wasn't sure where I wanted to stop
first.  It was quite a challenge driving the car.  My arms continuously
rubbed against my boobs.  I didn't have the strength that I used to have,
and found the driving to actually be a little taxing.  I drove around
aimlessly for hours.  Suddenly, a bill board caught my attention:  Steve
Muddens Tattoos.
 
     I had tried to convince Cindy to get a tattoo for some time.  She had
always resisted.  What the heck I thought.  I'll get the tattoo, and then she
will have it when we change back!  I drove off for the studio.  I got to the
studio, and had the same challenge getting out of the car that I had
getting into it.  I am glad that no one was looking, as I proceeded to slide
my skirt all the way up to my ass getting out.  I straightened out my dress,
and entered the studio.
 
     I walked into the studio and looked around.  The walls were covered
with colorful pictures of almost every type of animal, skull, flower, etc.  I
heard a male voice call out to me, telling me that he would be with me in
a moment.  A man walked out from the back, and introduced himself to
me.  The guy who said he was Steve, checked me out from top to bottom.
I could tell he was pleased.  He was a really big man, probably 6'6", 250
pounds, with a big bushy beard.
 
     Steve asked me what I wanted.  I told him that I wanted a tattoo, but
couldn't decide if I wanted it on my breast, or on my butt.  He smiled, and
suggested that I get two.  I thought about it, and agreed.  I told him that I
wanted a red rose on my breast, and a little devil on my butt.  He showed
me some samples, and I picked out the ones that I wanted.  We went to
the back room, and I sat down.  Steve suggested that I get the tattoo on
my boob first, as I would probably not want to sit down for a while after
the tattoo on my butt.
 
     I unzipped my dress, and my boobs pushed out.  I pulled the bra
cup over my left breast, and I could tell that Steve liked what he saw.  He
warned me that this would tingle a little, but nonetheless, I had to sit as
still as possible.  He started to work.  The little electric needle did sting,
but it actually felt a little erotic.  I could feel and see my nipples harden
from the stimulation.  I could feel my panties dampen.
 
     After a while, Steve announced that he was done.  He told me that
this would be a little easier if I removed my dress.  I did so, and Steve
commented that he liked my panties.  I laughed a little, and wiggled my
ass for him.  He had me lay down over a little table.  He obviously had
done this before, because the table lifted my ass perfectly.  Although I am
sure I looked pretty funny, I was actually quite comfortable.
 
     Steve started to tattoo my right ass cheek.  The electric charge that
I had felt in my boobs was even greater in my butt.  I could feel my pussy
get wetter and wetter.  I am sure it was quite obvious to Steve.  I was
actually getting horny.  I hoped that Steve would finish soon, so I could go
home and get fucked by Cindy.
 
     After a very long time, Steve finally finished.  He told me to get up
and get dressed.  Steve commented to me that I ought to douche my
pussy once in a while.  Stunned, I asked him what he meant.  He slapped
my ass and told me that he had smelled my wet pussy for a long time
now.  He told me that I had the funkiest pussy of any broad that had
come in here in a long time.  I was very embarassed.
 
     I paid Steve and went out to the car.  It hurt a little to sit down on
my butt, and my boob itched.  I drove home.nd my boob itched.  I drove home.