The smoke cleared and Jon saw that he was no longer in his house. He was in a small cottage. Through the window he could see a forest with enormous trees, and other cottages that looked somewhat like toadstools from the outside. Taking a quick look around the room, Jon found the lamp was still here. Or rather, it had come along for the ride.
"Where am I ?"
Jon found he was now wearing a flimsy white dress that hung from thin straps on his feminine shoulders and came to a frilly finish across his thick upper thighs. The front of his dress was cut low and displayed a formidable quantity of cleavage. White, strappy high heels adorned his petit blue feet.
"This seems awfully familiar," Jon muttered. "Did that genie play with my mind too?"
Jon picked up the lamp, but no amount of rubbing would bring the genie forth for some answers. Jon began to wonder if the wishing stone was here, or still in his old room.
Then Jon saw the white stocking cap on the dresser, as well as a wig of luxurious long, blond hair.
"This is Smurf Village!" he realised. "That damn genie, she made me a Smurf!"
