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"Dale! Get your lazy butt over here!"

"Come on, Stan! You're moving too fast!"

"Fine, I'll slow down!"

This was supposed to be a typical day for me and Stan. My best friend was part of a really weird club, who searched for the supernatural. He thought he'd found something, like he does every single stinking day. I'm tired of it, but it's still fun to watch him not find anything. Boy, was I wrong.

"Hey, I found something!"

"No way! It's probably just some rock again, Stan."

"A rock made out of gold and shaped like an oil lamp?"

"What? Let me see!" Sure enough, there was a golden lamp on the ground. Stan gasped, shocked about something. "What's up?"

"I'm not using this. I'm not even picking it up. You do it."

You're the fanatic... I picked up the lamp, and as I did, some of the dust rubbed off. A long trail of smoke came out, and a beautiful woman formed. Stan gasped.

"So I WAS right..." Stan was in awe.

"Hello. My name is Kaulmailintamilopachi. You can call me Ka for short. I am a-"

"A Djinn." Stan interrupted.

"Yes, how did you know? You're not the one who rubbed the lamp."

"Exactly. I know about supernatural artifacts. That lamp wasn't one that would hold a normal genie, only a Djinn."

"Interesting." Ka said.

"Dale, can you come here for a second? Ka, please stay away for a bit." Stan asked.

"Fine, fine." I set the lamp down, carefully, and came over to Stan. "What's up?"

"Be VERY careful. Djinn are tricky, and love nothing more than causing humans to be confused or lost about something."

"So, what, don't wish?"

"No, not that. Just be VERY specific about your wishes, or make them small and insignificant. Trust me."

"I don't have all millenium, you know." Ka interrupted.

"Sorry, Ka." I went back. "Let's see.... I get three wishes, right?"

"Yes. You can't wish for more wishes, but that's the ONLY rule."

"Really? What about making others fall in love with you or bringing back the dead?"

"Those are limited on GENIES. I am a Djinn."

"Okay? Anyway, I'm constantly teased about my weight. I wish I was thinner." She snapped her fingers, and I felt a slight tingle.

"There. Now then, rub the lamp again if you need me."

I went home, surprised and shocked. An actual Djinn. I never though it could be true! When I got there, I rubbed the lamp again.

"Wow, that was fast."

"Yeah, I'm also teased about my height. I wish I was taller."

She snapped her fingers again. I felt the same tingling sensation, and saw everything get a little bit farther away. I went to the ruler in my room. I had grown a whole inch. I wen to the scale. I had lost two pounds. "What gives?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, almost nothing happened!"

"You didn't ask specifically for me to make you a lot taller or a lot thinner. I did what I could with the information I was given."

"Gee, thanks..." She went back into her lamp, and I went to bed. I resolved not to use my last wish for a while, mostly because I didn't want to have it screwed up. Stan was right; Djinn are tricky.



"Hey, Dale!"

"Stan!" At school the next day, Stan met me at lunch.

"So, I've decided I'm not going searching again for a little while."

"Why not?"

"Last time, I found something that could be dangerous, remember?"

"Well, I used two of the wishes. Neither one did almost anything."

"Just be careful. Like I said, specific or not majorly important."

"I got it, I got it. I'm not using the last one for a while, though. I don't want to screw anything up."

"Wise decision. Anyway, gonna go sit with the rest of the club. Later!"

"Bye."



*COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*

"Honey, you shouldn't go to school today. You have a fever and you're coughing. Face it, you have the flu again."

"OK, mom..." I went back into my room. I laid on my bed, and turned onto my side. Then I saw it - the key to my freedom from my almost monthly sickness. No, wait. I get sick every two weeks or so. The key to my freedom was that lamp. I recognized the risks, but I used it anyway.

"You called?"

"I need your help. I get sick every other week or so. I wish that I would no longer get sick."

"Are you sure? It's hard to work with symptoms; I usually simply replace them with something else."

"Fine, I don't care! Just make it so that I can't ever be completely sick again!"

She paused for a minute, then snapped her fingers. I felt that familiar tingle for the first time in a week. I wasn't expecting any tingle, because it wouldn't be directly changing my body. However, in retrospect, I shouldn't have done that wish. The room around me started to get lower. I started to feel lighter. Somehow, my other two wishes were working. Right after I grew a bit, though, I felt a slight prickling sensation start on my neck. When I reached up to find out why, I thought I felt hair. I brought my hand down, and the room started to get a little bit bigger. Or, well, I could see more of it. I looked around, and brought my hand up to my neck again. Sure enough, the same, weird, hair-like feeling was there. As I brought my hand down, though, I crossed my field of vision and thought I saw something. I looked at my hand and gasped. My fingers had become longer, and my fingernails were growing. Suddenly, I felt off balance. My waist felt like it was growing, and my legs started to feel a bit less weight on them. I lifted my pant leg up, and saw that I had no more hair on my legs. I gasped, and I heard my voice a bit higher than I was expecting. I felt a weight on my chest and looked down. I had breasts now, which confused the living heck out of me. I glanced away, and saw a red line of hair coming down, and reached up. I tugged on it, and it was actually attached to my head. I felt where it ended; the center of my back. I cringed as I felt my manhood start slipping backwards, and looked down right as it slid completely into womanhood. My clothing started to change next. My shirt turned white and became a blouse, my pants turned black and merged between my legs. They traveled upwards, leaving a skirt. My socks became pantyhose, and I could swear I felt my briefs become panties. I felt a sudden pressure on my new breasts, which made me exhale. I had a bra on now, as well. I heard Ka laughing a little bit. "What's so funny?" My new voice disoriented me, I wasn't expecting it.

"I gave you a random symptom to replace all of the other symptoms from the sicknesses you'll get. Well, this wasn't expected, but it was funny. I mean, really, turning you into a girl instead? That's rich!"

"Ha, ha. How long will this last?"

"The rest of your natural life. Hey, at least you got all three of your wishes in one way or another."

"So, I'm stuck like this forever?"

"Oh, no. Only while you're sick. You'll turn back when the sickness ends. Might want to buy some more clothes, though. I can't help with that anymore, and your current attire will change back when you do."

"Great..."

"And I'm out. You're out of wishes. Goodbye, and good luck."

And with that, she vanished into thin air, and the lamp disappeared with her.

"Dale, honey? I need to talk to you for a minute!"

"Coming, mom!" I went downstairs, and my mother gasped.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I need to talk to Dale. Wait, how did you get in here?"

"Mom, it's me!"

"Sure it is."

"...You and dad got married on the twelfth of October in nineteen ninety-nine. Your wedding reception was a OK until dad accidentally spilled red fruit punch on your wedding dress."

"You swore you wouldn't tell anyone else about that, Dale! Wait..."

"Yep. And I'm still upholding that promise. I'm not telling anyone else."

"That means that...."

"Yeah."

"What happened, honey?"

"Well, long story short, I found a genie, made a stupid wish to get rid of colds and now I'm going to turn into a girl instead of getting sick every time."

"OK, that's kind of weird..."

"Well, at least I'm not sick anymore. And hey, you're the one who's always saying you've wanted a daughter!"

"True..."

"So, since I'm already home sick from school, and I'm going to be changing back and forth a lot, can we please go shopping?"

"Has your mind changed that much, sweetie?"

"No, I'm still the same Dale inside. But don't call me Dale in public. Probably Danielle?"

"OK, that's fair."

"And I'll change back into myself when I'm not sick anymore. Usually, I'm sick for a week and well for a week, right?"

"Yeah?"

"So, I'll be a girl one week and a guy the next. I'm going to need clothes on both sides, though. I don't have any girls' clothes right now, for obvious reasons." We started to laugh.

"OK, let's go."



Two days later, I came to school for the first time as a girl. My father had laughed a lot, and my brother simply cracked up, leaving the room and starting to cry in his own. However, when I got to school, all of my friends remembered Danielle. My teachers remembered Danielle. I got home that day, grateful that I didn't have to shun myself away from anyone at school. However, I WAS nervous all day. It turns out that I'm developing feelings for some of my male friends, while the feelings I've had for my female friends are going away. I'm not homosexual, so this fact bothers the living daylights out of me. Which brings me to an interesting thought: how would I get married? While I was in this train of thought, the doorbell rang. Looking out the window, I saw Stan. I opened the door.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I get the wrong house? Happens to me all the time."

"Stan?"

"How do you know my name?"

"Stan, it's me, Danielle."

"I don't know any Danielle."

"...Dale..."

"Wait, you're DALE?"

Stan started cracking up. I told him what had happened, and he smiled.

"I warned you."

"I know."

"I guess you wouldn't want me to show you.... THIS?"

He brought out another lamp. I cringed. "Put that away."

"Why? I'm the one using it. I already made my first two wishes, and mine were a lot smarter."

"Ha, ha."

"You're beautiful, though."

"Stop."

"No, really, I'm attracted to my best friend."

"Cut it OUT! I won't be able to fall in love with anyone anyway, and you're making me start to like you!"

"Sorry..."

"You should be."

"So, anyway, when did this happen?"

"On Monday."

"OK, I have an idea. Wait a minute..."

With that, Stan rubbed his lamp.

"OK, give me the whole story again."

So I did, along with mentioning my worry that I wouldn't be able to fall in love with anyone again, even though I had mentioned it before.

"OK. Now then, Cho, I wish the following. Starting Monday, I want to be a girl for seven days, with only my family and Danielle-slash-Dale here knowing about Stan during that time. After those seven days, I want to turn back into a guy for the next seven days. This will repeat for the rest of my natural life, except if I am pregnant. I also need the pregnancy clause to apply to my friend over there, who has a similar fate. I need to not be able to change back if she's pregnant, and I need her to not change back if she's pregnant as well. And I need our kids to not share our genetic fate. And the other time we won't be able to change back for a whole extra week is if we are on our period."

"You really have been trained how to deal with Djinn. Fine, I shall grant your wish as specifically as you stated it."

The Djinn snapped her fingers. Stan sighed, knowing what would come on Monday. However, he felt it was worth it. He smiled.

"OK, that's it, Cho. You can leave now."

She did, and Stan turned to me.

"Well, that takes care of that."

"...Thank you."

"No problem. The only problem I can foresee from this is that we're now forced to marry each other..."

"Hey, it's better than not being able to marry anyone at all."

"True, true."

I'd be getting sick every other week, like normal, but now I have the "Girl flu" instead of a normal flu. And my friend sacrificed for me. That alone is amazing.

"So, this means that we'll have a very interesting life ahead of us."

"Stan, this isn't interesting. This is awkward."

And we laughed, looking forward to our futures.
Danio13: I know it's not EXACTLY what you wanted, but it's close enough.

Everyone else: The premise was a TG Flu. He can't get sick, he's cursed to instead turn into a girl when he does.

Now then, "Kaulmailintamilopachi" is pronounced "Kah-ool-my-lean-tah-me-low-paw-chee", for those of you who want to know.

I had fun writing this. Danio, you've earned yourself a voucher. You make good requests. :D Keep up the good ones, dude!
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Musicallover1234 Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2011  Student Writer
This is a very good story.
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danio13 Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2011
Thanks man :D
I'm glad you like how I make detailed requests
I like the story too, didn't expect genies...or jinns
Thanks again :) And what do you mean by voucher?
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mrhardy12 Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2011  Student General Artist
Check my most recent Journal to find out.
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danio13 Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2011
Thanks for the voucher :D
I won't ask for another one now though since you are busy working on a series
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TheMV Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Hmmm... Yes. :icondanio13: does indeed make very detailed requests. I did one for him/her a while back. Very fun to write. It was also interesting to see how you wrote it.

I don't know if it's my irritated mood talking, and I'm sorry if I'm being too blunt, or referring to differences in style, but I found it a little too... simple, again. I don't know what it is, but... everything seems to be explained with a simple piece of dialogue. Reminds me of Un Lun Dun by China Miéville. You write like he does... :P
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mrhardy12 Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2011  Student General Artist
Well, I write simple most of the time. If you were to go back and review my other stories with that in mind, you'd see it. My style is much simpler than yours. However, I do try to use better words for things, longer and more interesting with the same meaning (from things I already know, of course.... I'm NOT going to a Thesaurus!).
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TheMV Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
...OK, well, my computer broke temporarily, so my longer message is gone. In short, writing simply isn't a bad thing, and it's great that you're expanding your vocabulary. :P
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mrhardy12 Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2011  Student General Artist
Yeah. I know a lot of words, but I can't use most of them efficiently in the circumstances given to me in the story. Anyway, I'll let Danio know it's done, and see what he thinks about it.

And some of my older stories are more detailed, some of them are TOO detailed.... It's hard to find a happy medium.
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TheMV Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
You can never have too much detail. Although, if you find yourself descrbing too much unnecessarily, try remembering Chekhov's gun: there shouldn't be a gun on stage (or in a book) unless it is going to be fired.
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mrhardy12 Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2011  Student General Artist
Good point. Also, you never reviewed my Mermaid TG! D: Can you please do so soon?
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