The Girl of His Dreams
By Sonofjack, sonojackwell@gmail.com
With the help of a genie, a man might finally meet the girl of his dreams.


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I've read about things like this happening to other men, but I never really
believed those stories. Who would? It's too fantastic! And yet there I was,
face-to-face with a genie. Yes, I know it sounds crazy, but she must have been
a real live genie. I saw her grow solid out of a puff of smoke that emerged
from an old bottle that I bought at a little out-of-the-way antique shop.

Now that I think of it, what the hell was I doing spending $99 on some old
bottle? I'm a healthy, twenty-two year old heterosexual male. What do I want
with some old bottle? All I know is that the second I saw it, I felt compelled
to buy it.

"What is your desire, Master?" she asked. She sounded kind of bored.

"Is this really happening?" I asked.

"Have you been drinking?" she asked.

"No," I replied.

"Are you on drugs?"

"Not at the moment," I replied.

"Are you dreaming?" she asked.

"How could I be?" I pinched myself. "I'm not sleeping!"

"Then it must really be happening," she concluded.

"Yes. That makes sense. I'm sorry for doubting you," I said.

"Don't worry about it," she said, "That's a pretty common reaction."

Now that I'd gotten over the initial shock, I noticed how pretty she was. She
was dressed a lot like Barbara Eden from the old TV show except that she
didn't have the head gear. Also, she was definitely showing navel. She had a
nice shapely form and ample breasts. I mean they weren't glamour model big,
but they were nice.

"Wow! You're really pretty," I said.

"Thank you," she said.

"How many wishes do I get?" I asked.

"Three," she replied.

"Can I -"

"No, you can't wish for more wishes," she replied to my half-asked question.

"I had to try," I said by way of explanation.

"Everybody does," she smiled - or was it a smirk.

"So... have you been in that bottle for thousands of years?"

"No. Actually, the last time I was released was fifty-five years ago. I
granted the wishes of a seventeen year old kid. He was the son of a New York
City real estate developer."

"What were HIS wishes," I asked.

"His first wish was that he would become a graduate of the Wharton School of
Business."

"Really? That doesn't seem like something good enough to waste a wish on."

"Apparently, his father promised to loan him a million dollars to get started
in real estate development, but only if he was a Wharton graduate."

"Couldn't he make it on his own?"

"Oh no! He wasn't all that bright."

"What were his other two wishes?" I asked.

"Pretty much the usual - that he would become rich and famous, that he would
marry beautiful women - that kind of stuff."

"I wonder how everything worked out for that guy," I said.

She rolled her eyes. "Better than you might suspect," she said.

"Wait a minute," I said, "He wished for beautiful wives?"

"Yes, so?" she asked.

"I thought that genie's couldn't make people fall in love," I said.

"Where did you get that idea?" she asked.

I was a little embarrassed to admit that I got it from a Disney cartoon. "Uh,
that's just what I heard," I said.

"Well... that's more-or-less accurate," she admitted. "The thing is, love is
complicated. But that guy didn't ask for beautiful women to fall in love with
him. He only wanted to marry beautiful women."

"So his wives weren't in love with him?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said. "That's their business. But I can tell you that lots
of people get married for reasons other than love."

"Yeah, but who wants to have a sexless marriage?" I asked.

"Who said anything about sexless marriages?" she asked. "Are you really that
naïve?"

"No!" I said defensively. "But how do you fulfill a wish like that?"

"For example," she said like a teacher giving a clinical lecture, "Some men
have asked me to make them irresistible to a particular woman. That's not
exactly love, but it's usually close enough to get the job done."

The sun began to break through the clouds. "Ooooh!" I said.

"So, is that what you want? Do you want me to make you irresistible to a
certain woman?"

"I like the idea," I said, "But I don't have the girl picked out."

"That's no problem," she said, "If you like, I can make you irresistible to
all women."

I began to consider the possibilities. I've had my share of disappointments in
the romance department - more than my share if you want to know the truth. It
would sure feel nice to be the one pursued for a change. I'd love to see some
of the stuck-up women who've turned me down on the other side of the rejection
for a change. I was ready to make my first wish when I thought of something.

I've read enough and seen enough of these kinds of wish fulfillment stories on
shows like the Twilight Zone to know that these wishes always end up having
unintended consequences. I didn't want to inadvertently wake up the next
morning to find that I was Hitler in bed with Eva Braun at the end of World
War II or some other horrible fate.

It occurred to me that if I was irresistible to all women, that I wouldn't
only attract the women that I wanted to attract. I'd end up like Elvis only
worse. I wouldn't be able to leave my house, and I'd be forced to eat fried
peanut butter and banana sandwiches.

Then it occurred to me. Maybe I didn't have to make all of me irresistible.
Maybe if I only made part of my body irresistible to women, then I could only
show that part of my body to the women that I wanted to attract. And if a
woman found that part of me irresistible, then they'd have to take the rest of
me along with it.

But what part of my body should I have the genie make irresistible to women.
If it was my arms, or my face, that would be just as bad as making all of me
irresistible. If I made it my legs or my feet, I couldn't wear shorts or
sandals. If I chose my teeth, I wouldn't be able to smile. Then it occurred to
me, and I just blurted it out.

"I wish that my penis was irresistible to women," I cried.

The genie made a gesture, and I felt a tingle below the belt.

"Is that it?" I asked.

"Yes, your wish has been granted," she replied.

"But how do I know?" I asked.

"Trust me," she replied.

"So if I took out my penis right now and showed it to you, you'd find it and
me irresistible?"

"No, I wouldn't," she explained, "Because I'm a genie. But I promise you that
mortal women will find your penis devastating."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really," she replied. "In fact, you seem like a nice guy so I put a little
extra whammy into the enchantment. I can't promise that a mortal woman who
sees your cock will fall in love with you, but they will absolutely fall in
lust with you. They will want it and you, and they will never want to give it
or you up."

"Wow!"

"Seriously, your enchanted cock should definitely be enough to turn any
straight mortal woman into your love slave." I actually got light headed at
the thought of this. "So now, all you have to do is go out and find the woman
of your dreams."

"Oh. That's not going to be so easy," I said. I suddenly realized that I
hadn't thought this out as thoroughly as I should have.

"Why? What's the problem?" the genie asked.

"It's just that, the girl of my dreams is ... my taste in women is ...
different."

"What do you mean?" the genie asked.

"I.... It would be easier to show you than to try to explain it," I said. I
went into my room and pulled out a thick envelop that I kept in the drawer of
the nightstand next to my bed. I handed the envelope to the genie, and I said,
"I've never showed this to anyone. I've never even told my closest friends
about it."

She reached in a pulled out a stack of papers. "What is this?" she asked.

"That's Roxanne," I replied. Roxanne was, is and will always be the woman of
my dreams. In reality, Roxanne was just a series of drawings I hired an artist
that I found on the website abnormalart.com to draw for me. I ate ramen
noodles and bologna sandwiches and drank off-brand soda for months to save up
the money to pay for those drawings.

Roxanne has the most beautiful face ever with big, blue eyes, a cute little
button nose, high cheekbones and full, lush lips. I had the artist base her
face on some of the more realistic depictions of Veronica in Archie comics.
Staying with that theme, Roxanne has beautiful raven hair. However, I
instructed the artist to give Roxanne longer hair with big, loose curls that
run a little more than halfway down her back.

When it came to Roxanne's body, this is where my tastes in women were ...
atypical. First of all, I made sure that the artist made it clear that Roxanne
was 7'4" tall. As per my instructions, Roxanne was covered with big, bulging
muscles from head to toe. She had broad sexy, shoulders and when she flexed
her muscular arms.... Let me put it this way, you're not likely to see biceps
as big as Roxanne's outside of a Popeye cartoon.

Her huge, round, tits were bigger than her head, and since she's got Amazonian
proportions, that means they'd definitely bigger than MY head. Her flat,
tight, trim tummy is just begging to be peppered with thousands of baby
kisses. Her firm, taut, perfect ass was begging to be worshipped. And how
often did I dream of having her long, shapely, muscular legs wrapped around me
as she whispered words of love into my ear?

I had the artist draw her from several different angles so that I could drool
over every luscious, curvaceous inch of her spectacular feminine form. Her
wardrobe in the various renderings consisted of teeny bikinis and lacey
lingerie when she bothered to wear any clothing at all.

"This is your dream woman," the genie asked.

"Yes," I replied, trying not to sound embarrassed.

"And you look at these pictures while you lie in bed and...."

"Yes," I admitted.

"What are these typed pages?" she asked.

"Those are descriptions I wrote - her personality, her physical abilities -
things like that."

The genie began reading. "Can you read English?" I asked.

She looked at me like I was crazy. "Are you serious? I just gifted you with an
enchanted cock not ten minutes ago, and now you think that I can't handle
reading English." When she put it that way, I did feel kind of stupid.

As the genie read over my pages, she would read certain phrases out loud. For
example, I heard her read "loving yet dominant personality," "loved to show
off her muscles and her strength for her man," "always willing to do whatever
it took to please her man," "protective and affectionate" and "wild and
adventurous."

Then there were my loving descriptions of Roxanne's awesome strength and
physical abilities. For example, there was "able to easily lift a car over her
head with one hand," "stronger than fifty strong men," "can punch through
brick walls and bend thick iron bars with very little effort" and "incredibly
strong and yet with a tender and loving caress."

As she read, the genie seemed both amused and intrigued by what I had written.
When she finished she smiled and said, "This is quite a woman you've
imagined."

"Thank you?" I said. I wasn't quite sure if she was complimenting me or making
fun of me. Maybe she was doing a bit of both. "But surely you've seen things
more fantastic than my fantasies," I said.

"Yes..., but this is still pretty impressive" she said.

"Oh!" For some strange reason, that gave me a sense of pride. Then I began to
wonder about her. "How did you become a genie anyway?" I asked.

She got a faraway look in her eyes. "Bad choices," she said, "So long ago...."

"But isn't being a genie really cool?" I asked.

"Puh-lees!" she said, "You spend years and years trapped inside a bottle. Then
when you're released, you spend your time granting the wishes of others. And
not all of the people I've served have been as nice a guy as you."

"Thank you," I said.

"That guy I served fifty-five years ago? Not only was he not very smart, but
he was a completely self-centered and petty jerk!"

"I'm sorry about that," I said.

"So no, being a genie is not much fun. Believe me, most genies would much
rather be mortal."

"And the only way for that to happen is for -"

"Right, the only way is for one of our masters to wish it so." She must have
noticed the guilty look on my face. "Don't worry; I don't expect you to burn
up one of your wishes on that." I didn't say anything. I wanted tell her that
I would set her free, but how often is someone lucky enough to be granted
wishes?

Then something occurred to me. "Could you bring Roxanne to life?" I asked.
Just the thought of it was enough to quicken my pulse.

"Yes, and no," she replied. I can't create her out of just paper. I can't
create life. But if you find the right woman, I can transform her into a
Roxanne look-a-like."

"That would work," I said.

"However, let me give you some advice," the genie said, "A lot of times people
make wishes that have unforeseeable repercussions. For your own sake, don't
wish for a woman to be transformed into Roxanne unless she's agreeable to it
first."

"Is that against the rules?" I asked.

"Nooooo, but do you really want a woman who is strong enough to lift cars with
one hand and punch holes through brick walls pissed off at you for
transforming her against her will?"

"I see what you mean," I said. Then I asked, "Why are you telling me this? I
always thought that genies sort of liked tricking their masters."

"Well... yes; that is usually part of the genie job description. But there's
something about you," she said.

"You mean you like me?" I said with a grin.

"It's more like pity," she said. "You just seem like such a nebbish that you
bring out my softer side."

"Uh, thanks?"

"So, anyway, find a girl who wants to be transformed, and I'll make your wish
come true."

"That sounds complicated," I said, "After all, I have to make sure that I pick
someone with the right personality. I don't want to pick the wrong kind of
person to give that much power to."

"Now you're thinking," the genie said.

Then it occurred to me. "I need to find someone like you," I said.

"Yes, it's true. I'm someone who knows how wield awesome power and still
remain humble," she said.

"But where am I going to find someone as great as you?" I asked.

"That IS a problem," she agreed.

"I wish that I could transform you into my Roxanne," I said.

"As you wish, Master," she said. She made a gesture, there was a huge puff of
smoke, and when the smoke cleared, the genie was 7'4" and looked exactly like
my Roxanne!

"Wait! I didn't mean to -" But then I shut the hell up. SHE LOOKED EXACTLY
LIKE MY ROXANNE! She was even dressed one of Roxanne's micro bikinis. She
looked even more spectacular in real life than I ever dared dream.

"A-are you as s-s-strong as I described?"

"You bet," she said with a saucy smile - Roxanne's saucy smile. She must have
reached into my psyche because her voice even sounded exactly like I always
thought Roxanne's voice would sound.

"S-So you can lift a c-c-car with one h-h-h-hand?"

"With ease," she replied.

"A-And you c-c-can b-b-bend iron b-b-bars?"

"Like they made of paper," she said with confidence.

"A-And you c-c-can -"

"I can do all the things you wrote that Roxanne can do," she said
matter-of-factly.

"Will you turn around for me?" I asked. I would have gladly begged.

She did a graceful spin for me. She looked amazing from every angle.

"W-Will you s-s-show me your b-b-biceps?" I asked. By now I actually WANTED to
fall on my knees and beg. I wanted to fall on my knees even more when I saw
her giant biceps leap to life. She was so gorgeous and so powerful - a true
goddess of feminine strength and beauty. She was the woman of my dreams.

"So, what do you have to say?" she asked.

"I wish that you were a mortal woman," I said. This time, there was no grand
gesture or puff of smoke. The change was more subtle. She looked down, took a
deep breath and looked back up.

"Did it happen? Are you mortal?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, but it was like she couldn't quite believe it. "Yes!" she
repeated. "Yes! Yes! YES!" There were tears of joy in her eyes.

I dropped my pants and underwear. "Look at my cock!" I cried.

She took one look at my cock, and another change came over her. "Oh my Gods!"
she exclaimed, "Your cock is sooo beautiful!" She reached down and lifted me
high into the air until my cock was level with her lips. "I have to have it in
my mouth! NOW!"

See proceeded to give me the greatest blowjob in the history of blowjobs. She
then carried me into my bedroom and threw me on the bed. I had imagined having
sex with Roxanne in that same bed at least five hundred times. Now I discover
that it wasn't actually big enough to accommodate Roxanne. We fucked on the
carpeted floor instead.

She fucked my cock with her huge tits, with her tight pussy and with her sweet
mouth again. Hours later as Roxanne held me close and let me use her
incredible body as my bed, I said, "I don't even know your name."

"You aren't going to believe this," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"Roxanne. My name is Roxanne."