Wishful Thinking (Part 3)

I woke up the next morning, head pounding, and thinking about this wild dream I had about making deal with a Djinn. I got dressed for work, realized if I skip breakfast, I’ll be at work on time, and rushed out the door with a protein bar.

Wish 2: If wearing tighty whities, I have a 100% change of receiving any type of survivable wedgie by any man I find attractive.

Arriving at work, I ran into the front desk, exchanged pleasantries, and went into my cubicle.

Halfway through work, I felt a sharp pain in the rear. One I was all too familiar with, but was still surprised as I never felt it at work.

My undies were being yanked up my butt. I turned around to see the culprit: it was Pranav, the man who works in the cubicle next to me. His hair was very floofy bed of black, his face was hairless, and his skin was the color of walnut. His eyes are a piercing blue that makes me melt. And in his hands, was my waistband.

“Dude, what the hell?” I say in a pained voice, trying to hide my arousal.

“Your waistband was sticking out. I couldn’t resist.” He chuckles before hooking the waistband over my chair. “Didn’t take you for a tighty whitie wearing nerd.”

I blush at that statement. “So what?” I say as I try to unhook my chair wedgie before anyone else sees.

“Nerds who wear tighty whities get wedgies.”

I stuff my undies back into my pants and try to get back to work, dick straining in my cage as I think about what just happened, and what happened yesterday.

Was it real? Did I really make a deal with a Djinn? I look back at my list.

Wish 5: To have Telekinesis

I wondered. I looked over at Pranav, and lifted two fingers, trying to give him a wedgie too. And to my surprise, his baby blue boxer briefs rose out of his pants and gave him a mini wedgie. He put his hand back there and looked around for the culprit, then adjusted himself before going back to work.

After work, I rushed back home and picked up the purple bottle, rubbed it, and waited. Purple smoke slowly spilt out of the bottle, forming the Djinn.

“What is your second wish Master?” He bellows out.

“I… ahhhhhhh!” I screech as the Djinn spins me around and pulls on my already stretched out waistband. He pulls and pulls, lifting me off the ground. Pushing me forward and pulling me back by my undies. Finally, he yanked them up high and hooked them over my chin.

“What is your second wish?” He says impatiently.

“Would you give me a second?” I said in a voice half an octave higher than my regular voice. “You just gave me an atomic wedgie.”

“And?” He says as if it was just a sneeze, “You made the wish.”

I managed to get my underwear off my head and say, “I would like to be able to make magical objects.”

The Djinn nods, snaps his fingers, and looks at me expectantly.

“So… how does it work?”

“Similar to my powers. Think of what you want to make in a space that you can see, then snap your fingers.” He demonstrates as he summons a sheep in my living room, then de-summons it. “And?”

“Oh, right. Djinn… I wish… you were human!”

The Djinn snaps his fingers before realizing what I wished for. In a swirl of smoke, his gold cuffs break, his rings jewelry and clothes disappear, and his lower half becomes legs. And standing in my living room was a naked, pissed off, former Djinn.

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