The Wife the Genie Chose

Some wishes whisper louder than reason. Some temptations reshape the air around us long before magic interferes. And when two friends share the same lamp… desire tends to find its own path.

When my best friend and I stumbled upon a millennia-old magic lamp, we never imagined how intimate the consequences would become. One wish each — and one shared. It sounded simple. Safe.

He wished for wealth.
I wished for wealth.
And we both wished for a love deep enough to last forever.

The genie’s smile told us everything and nothing at once — ancient, knowing, almost amused.
And then the world softened, warmed, shifted.

We became a couple, pulled together by a desire shaped directly from our wish. And destiny, with its teasing sense of humor, chose me to become the wife.

The transformation wasn’t cruel. If anything, the genie took… care. Too much care. My curves, my voice, the way fabric now traced along my skin — everything felt crafted to entice and to harmonize perfectly with the love we had unknowingly summoned.

“Both of you will be satisfied,” the genie promised.

And judging by the way my friend now looked at me — as if seeing a wish made flesh — maybe the genie didn’t just grant what we wanted.
Maybe he granted what we never dared to admit.

Magic can be dangerous like that…
Especially when it feels this good to surrender to it.