The image on the screen was a beautifully-rendered fantasy illustration. A dark-haired woman in a skimpy harem outfit stood next to the Earth, her hands outstretched, silver sparkles seeming to emerge from them and cover the planet.
The woman's legs, clad in a billowing, gauzy, pair of pants, began to fade at her knees, merging into a trail of smoke that curled around in back of the Earth and led to a stereotypical genie lamp, being held up by a silhouette of a man in the background.
Jon suddenly became aware of the implications of the artwork, and squinched her eyes shut once again, but it was apparently too late. She could feel herself changing again.
"Let's see if that worked," said Max. Jon heard the clicks of the computer keyboard again. "Okay, uh, I wish you no longer had the curse, and that you're in your current form until I wish otherwise."
It was hard to describe, but Jon felt as if a great power was quickly bubbling up inside of her, and then discharging in Max's direction.
"Open your eyes," said Max.
A strong urge to obey overtook Jon, and her eyelids practically sprung open. Now on the computer screen was a nude woman with gigantic, obviously fake tits, nearly the size of her head.
Jon felt nothing happening. She looked around the room at Max's posters. Jessica Simpson. Summer Glau. Sarah Michelle Gellar. Even Angelina Jolie. But still nothing.
"Hey, you haven't changed yet!" exclaimed Max. "That's great. You know, you should look at yourself in my mirror."
Jon got up and walked in her high-heeled shoes to the full-length mirror attached to Max's closet door. What she saw was an Asian woman with breasts the size of honeydew melons, a thick black braid hanging down her back, dressed in a translucent red harem outfit. She didn't have the geisha makeup or hair; her face now was made up more along the lines of a porn star.
She turned toward Max, who was now lying face-up on his bed, back propped up against the wall, arms behind his head, a big grin on his face. Jon asked, "Why you make me" -- oh, great, still with the stereotypical accent -- "Why you make me this way?"
"I was only hoping to make you into a genie," answered Max. "You becoming part geisha on the way was just a special bonus."
"But why genie?"
Max shrugged his shoulders. "You were a guy not too long ago. Wouldn't you have wanted a sexy slave with magic powers?"
Jon admitted to herself that the answer would have been yes.
"Speaking of which," continued Max, "I've got another wish right now..."
