Your mother plays with her chin, thinking of what to wish for first, impatiently you try to rush her, "Come on, just wish us back to normal!" This annoys her as she/he says under her breath, "it's your fault we're in this mess...if only you thought things thorough like...I...always... told.. you too". She/he gains a devilish grin as they look up to the genie while pointing at you, on the bed, catching you off guard. "I Wish that the person who is in that body as to obey the orders of whatever I say while in this body."
"What?!?" You yell out. "As you desire." The genie says as he snaps his fingers and you glow for a second and see the throat of your body glow, the genie begins to return to his lamp. You start to rant at your mom, "What the fuck did you do that, for, are you-". "Stop talking" your mother says, as she does, your throat is cut off as any attempt for you too say anything is just replaced with you mouthing the words. Your mother stands up and looks at you and begins to lecture "Now because you've gone through life, ignoring everything I've told you, all the lessons and wisdom I've accumulated. I think it's best you learn them first hand by living my life. So from this point on whenever you speak to someone, you will not be able to tell them about anything related to the genie, the sex or the swapped bodies. When you speak to someone you can only talk in a way that body would and only be able to refer to yourself as Lindsey and as Female. Anytime you talk to someone that body knows you can only refer to them in the way in that body would and how it views them. you can only describe that you your own. Now because I don't want you to be miserable during it, you must be at the very least always mildly happy. and because I'm nice, any time the situation needs it, you can look through my memories to help guide you through it, now tear off those cum soaked rags, and tell me your name."
As you sit up and tear your sweaty and sticky blouse apart, you try to process all this information and the terrifying world you've found yourself in. You open your mouth and begin to speak and try to say your name, but the programming fights against you "my name is ml...mll.. Mmm Lindsey, what do you mean son". you say smiling feeling all jolly inside, as your mother grins.