"Genie," he said, "grant me a wish."
A sly smile played on my lips as I replied, "Your wish is my command."
Michael's wish was a peculiar one, to say the least. He looked at me and declared, "I wish for you to dance for me."
In an instant, a swirling cloud of blue smoke enveloped him. As the mist cleared, he found himself transformed into a woman with gigantic tits, shock and bewilderment written all over his new face. I took possession of his body, ready to fulfill his wish, in my own unique way.
With newfound grace and sensuality, I began to dance, my busty form moving with a seductive allure that left everyone in the room captivated. The atmosphere was filled with an alluring energy as the onlookers watched the dance with fascination.
The dance was alluring and graceful, drawing the attention of those present. Michael, now in his new form, could feel the eyes of the mesmerized onlookers on him. It was a dance that captivated their attention and held them in its spell.
As the dance reached its climax, I, the genie, stepped back, leaving Michael in his new, captivating form. His voice returned, and he demanded, "Change me back!"
I chuckled and replied, "I'm afraid that was your wish, and I've fulfilled it. You wanted me to dance for you, and I did, using your body. Be careful what you wish for, Michael."