“You really don’t get it, do you?” The genie asks.
“Huh?” You say.
“Man,” the genie says. “She doesn’t like you!”
“Oh...”
“Well, I happen to know that she’s a homebody and that, wait for it, she’s a lesbian!”
“Um...”
“Here, let me help you!”
You cry out, but it’s too late. Your skin becomes darker as your muscle mass shrinks and your less become longer relative to your torso. Your hair grows out long and blonde as your hips widen out and two plump breasts pop out of your chest. Your suit is now a cute blue dress and your shoes are now heels. Hoop earrings dangle from your ears. You feel a pound of makeup hit your face as your female transformation is complete.
“Hey! I didn’t want...”
All of a sudden, your mind feels hazy. Weren’t you...always a woman? Your memories of your past life begin to fade fast, replaced by ones of being a closeted lesbian atop the corporate ladder. You blink, and your life becomes clear again.
“Oh dear! I best get going!” You shout.