Free Genie #11 - Women should know their place

The room was filled with pleasant scents—a mix of perfume, a light hint of body lotion, and something sweet. Vanilla, maybe? Or something floral? If someone had asked Valery what exactly filled the air, she could have answered easily. Of course, that is, if Adam even allowed her to speak.

She was on all fours on the bed, staring into a large mirror. Tanned skin, long dark hair, perfect facial features—everything looked so seductive, so feminine, so… humiliating. Her body was wrapped in dark, sexy lingerie that only emphasized the softness of her curves, the roundness she couldn’t accept. Her own reflection glared back at her with stubborn displeasure—the only sign of defiance she was still allowed to have.

Adam stood beside her. Not long ago, he was a nobody. A pathetic nerd she, back when she was a man, used to tease, mock, and humiliate in every way possible, always using her physical superiority against him. A pathetic nerd who now...

— You're unhappy again, Valery? — Adam's voice behind her was calm, casual, even friendly, as he slowly looked her over.

Valery could feel his gaze—studying, slightly lazy, unhurried—and involuntarily shivered. He sounded so indifferent, so… natural. As if, in his eyes, she was simply his girl, his obedient, feminine, weak Valery. Which, for Adam, for everyone in this strange world, was exactly the case. But not for her.

She dug her fingers into the bedspread, feeling the thin fabric of her lingerie pressing uncomfortably against her new body, and slowly turned to face him. Her palms slid across the covers, her knees shifted so she could look at him, and her breasts quivered slightly with every movement.

Valery lifted her gaze to Adam, feeling anger bubble up again at the sight of his pimply face. But the moment she looked at him, something inside her clicked, and all the anger vanished in an instant.

— You know, today was just awful, — he continued, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out to her hair. She felt his fingers run gently through her locks, their slow movement sending strange, almost pleasant shivers through her body. — Those assholes from our class messed with me again.

She felt a light nudge on her shoulder, as if Adam was trying to get her attention, and instinctively leaned forward, almost losing balance on all fours.

— They deliberately spilled Coke on my chair, you get it? I sat down, and I had to walk around with that stain all day. And everyone laughed. Everyone.

She lowered her gaze to his pants and felt something strange, something pressing—an urge to comfort him, to cheer him up, as if… as if it actually mattered to her that he wasn’t suffering. It was ridiculous, disgusting, but something inside her twisted the moment she saw how vulnerable he looked.

That pimply nerd, that miserable loser she used to despise when she was a man. She, a proud, ruthless guy, had always seen him as a joke—a weakling, a pushover, a perfect target for endless teasing. And now? Now she was looking up at him, on all fours, hearing something inside her whisper, "You have to make him happy."

Valery bit her lip, trying to resist that feeling, but it was too strong, too natural in this new body.

She slid forward, gently touching his thigh—almost innocently, with a slight tilt of her head. She didn’t need to speak—she couldn’t, not until he allowed it—but her eyes, her every movement, said it all: "I’m here, I’m right beside you. I want you to feel better."

Adam exhaled, leaning back.

— You should’ve seen them, — he continued. — They’re always like this… I never did anything to them, but they just go and…

He fell silent. Lowered his gaze to her.

— You’re really listening to me, huh?

Of course, she was listening. Fuck this new world—in it, she couldn’t not listen.

In this new world, women were made to serve men, and Valery was no exception. She felt it in every fiber of her being. It was as natural here as the fact that women gave birth and men didn’t.

Her innate obedience, this inner urge to please—it wasn’t anything special here. In the eyes of those around her, in Adam’s eyes, in the eyes of any other man, she was exactly what she was supposed to be. Just like everyone else.

Well, not everyone. She was different. Valery could feel it clearly. Her body, her behavior—even among other girls, it was… excessive. As if nature itself in this world had decided that she would be the embodiment of femininity in its most submissive, unquestioning form.

— You bitches have completely lost your fucking minds! — she had said on the very day she met the free djinn, Lisa. — So my wish is for women to know their place and stop acting like stuck-up cunts!

Back then, when she was still a he, she expected Lisa to laugh. Expected her to say, "Damn, dude, you’re such a fucking misogynist," or just roll her eyes and walk away.

But Lisa did neither. She just smiled. Wider.

— Alright, — she said.

And snapped her fingers.

The world changed in an instant.

Everything was exactly as he had wished. Women weren’t like they used to be. They weren’t equals. They didn’t work, didn’t build careers, didn’t try to prove they were strong and independent. Their nature, their very essence was different now. They lived to serve men.

And he… was now one of them.

Not just one of them. Valery. Flawless. Too feminine. Too natural in her submission. Every movement, every glance, even the way she breathed—everything about her screamed obedience.

Lisa had added a little extra spice, making sure that now she belonged to the one she had despised the most.

— You’re really listening to me, huh?

And yes, of course, she was listening—her head resting on his knee, her cheek pressed against the warm fabric of his jeans.

— You can answer if you want, — Adam said with a smile, his hand gently threading into her hair, fingers slowly stroking her head.

Valery swallowed. Felt something twisting inside, curling, flipping her world upside down.

Instinct. That fucking instinct, now a part of her, driving her forward. Obey. Please. Stay close. Be good.

Instead of saying what she should have said—that he really was a fucking loser who deserved it.

But no.

Instead, she opened her mouth and—

— I… — her voice was quiet, soft, like every other girl’s here, but inside, a fire raged.

She hated this. Hated it so fucking much.

The words slipped out on their own, sweet, thick, dripping like honey.

— I’m sorry… — she whispered, barely audible, and felt Adam relax slightly, his fingers still lazily combing through her hair. — They’re so awful…

How easy it was. How natural.

She should have despised him. Should have looked at him with disgust, with the same contempt she had always held for him.

But this world… this body… everything inside her demanded otherwise.