(This won't have any growth in it, or complete sex, we'll get there. I'd like to build anticipation, and I'm completely open to criticism. This is my first time writing anything like this, so let me know what you guys think and any ideas for a part two.)
Dylan's eyes stared lazily ahead. Once again, he found himself stuck in an antique store with his mom while she browsed through the random crap in his store. He was the only one who didn't want to be there; his sister was even in the basement trying to pick out some "new" tops that were cheap. (Today's color is: RED! Any item with a red tag is now 50% off!)
The bells at the store entrance jingled and glanced up to see a girl about his age walking in. She had to be 20 at the oldest. Just by looking at her, Dylan got the impression she was the kind of girl who would know the difference between Aquarius and Scorpio. Her hair was straightened brunette with some blond highlights at the end, and her skin was tanned from hours out at the beaches. She was cute—definitely out of his league cute. Her thighs had the toned look of a runner, and the khaki shorts and crop top mix said she had some style.
He nodded to her as she passed him by, the corner of her mouth quirking up a little. Dang, those shorts were tight. He could see the ridge in the middle where it was riding up her ass. As if she could read minds, she pinched at the shorts and pulled the wedgie out.
Someone cleared their throat, and he was jerked out of checking out the girl. "What's up?" he asked turning to see his sister in front of him.
"You just gonna keep burning holes in that chick's ass or are you ready to go?" Sarah asked him raising an eyebrow.
Dylan let out a nervous laugh. "I wasn't even checking her out; I thought she dropped something. We're leaving?" (Great save, Douchebag)
"Mom's buying a couple things, and I've got some shirts to pay for, but I think we're ready. Wanna see something cool?"
"Define cool..." he began, but she was already pulling something out of the pile of clothes in her bag.
"What is that?" He asked her as she lifted something up.
"Mom thinks it's copper; she asked me to have you clean it when we get home."
"Why me?" Dylan scowled shaking his chores.
"She's gotta make dinner and I have Jessica coming over. Please just take one for the team? I'll owe you something for it."
Dylan shook his head. "Fine, but you can't just randomly bring me a smoothie or something, I get to choose what you do."
"Thanks, Dude!" Sarah said before practically skipping away to check out. As much as he hated working, his older sister was at least sweet when he did her a favor.
Dylan sat down in the garage. He'd already finished cleaning off an assortment of so-called goods his mom had brought him. Namely, a rustic painting can, and some old watch his mom had wanted to pick up. He poured out some rust-removed onto the old lamp—that's what it was according to his mom. Then he took the rag he'd been using and began to scrub at it. Little by little, the grime began to clean off, and the metal underneath began to actually shine. It actually did look like copper, or maybe brass. either way, they'd get more than the four dollars his mom paid for it.
"You know you can stop rubbing that right?" Someone asked from behind him. Dylan's heart leapt into his throat and he nearly fell out of the chair he was in.
"What?"
"The lamp. You can stop rubbing it, I'm already here."
He turned around to see a dude standing there, leaning against the garage. He had a mild smile on his face, and the deep blue of his eyes almost seemed to shine.
"And who... are you exactly?" Dylan asked slowly, he was backing up further and further away from the stranger hoping to get to his dad's worktable. There HAD to be a hammer on it.
"Oh shit! Do you not know what you just did?" The genie asked him, and Dylan—unable to breath—shook his head no. "Fuck, Man, this is about to blow your MIND. I'm a genie. Like, Aladdin, crank out of those three wishes sort of thing, you know?"
Dylan stared at him, mouth-gaping, and completely shocked. "What?"
"Robin Williams? Hell, Will Smith? Come on, everyone knows Aladdin. Seriously, everyone."
"You're telling me I can wish for anything?"
"Not everything, nobody back from the dead—over rated honestly, no infinite wishes—just pick wisely and you'll be fine, nobody to fall in love with you—love is a construct, don't feel bad."
"P-prove it."
"Prove it?" the "genie" asked Dylan. He had his eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"Prove it." Dylan repeated, this time
much more sure of himself.
As soon as the words left his mouth, something happened. The 20-something, lacrosse type looking guy before him, began to change. It happened too fast for Dylan to even process.
He was staring at a chick now. A chick with jet black hair, straight as a ruler, that hung to her shoulders. she was wearing thigh-high leather boots that were high heels at the bottom. A black leather corset that made her waist seem impossibly small, and if her breasts peaked out the top. Lily-white skin, with cleavage that barely seemed there at all. The emo chick stepped her legs apart, and Dylan's cheek blushed as he realized she was wearing a lacy thong, and that was all that was covering her.
"O-o-ok... okay, point proven." the genie smiled slightly as tilted her head with smug cockiness.
"Umm... what should I wish for?"
"That parts kinda on you dude." She said with a low and mature, but still feminine voice.
