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Greg slouched in the back of his father's luxury car, feeling the cool leather against his skin, his thoughts drifting lazily. "Man, what a night," he mumbled, a hint of slur in his voice. "Hey, driver, how much did Daddy pay you to babysit me tonight?" he sneered, staring out the tinted windows.

The driver didn't react, used to the rich brat's taunts, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Frustrated, Greg grabbed a half-empty bottle from the trendy club and emptied it. His words dripped with sarcasm. "Looks like this bottle is free too" he reached for the last full bottle, "Here you are!" He laughed remembered a funny moment when he stole it from one of clubbers at the club.

Greg opened his mouth and prepared to swallow the contents, but nothing poured down his throat. "What a fucking scam!" Greg swore angrily and hurled the empty bottle on the floor, "This bottle is also empty!"

Suddenly Greg heard a soft, melodic voice. It spoke softly in a language he didn't understand, repeating the same syllable over and over. "Huh? Who are you? Speak in English, I don't understand!" Greg looked around the interior of the car, but saw no one. "Hey? Are you playing with me? What is it?" Greg shouted loudly, but voice only turned into laughter. "I don't need these jokes now! I wanna understand what this fucking voice is saying!"

"Manzoor kiya gaya!" (Granted!) A voice, suddenly understandable to Greg, said in the silence of the car. "Aap aur kya chaahate hai?" (What else do you want?) The melodic voice paused. Greg blinked as he heard the words being understood by him but still sounding alien, the same voice repeating.

"Yahaan se chale jao!" (Get outta here!) Greg shouted, pissed off. "main chaahata hoon ki tum mere dimaag se nikal jao" (I want you to get the hell out of my mind.) he niticed that he sounded somehow different than normal, but didn't think it was very important. "Aur..." (And...) he began laughing, scratching his cock, "aur mujhe ek aakarshak ladakee kee jaroorat hai, jisake saath main jo chaahoon kar sakoon! (and I need a hottie for me to do whatever I want with her!)

The air inside the limousine grew warm and heavy. Greg felt his body tingling, like every particle was vibrating. He gasped as he felt how his clothes became more tightly fit, his shirt becoming smaller and revealing his belly. The fabric of his trousers became lighter and the legs joined together forming the silky fabrics of a gorgeous sari of deep, midnight blue colour. His underpants changed to a kind of tight thong, pressing hard against his ass.

Suddenly, long black hair fell in waves down Greg's back and he felt how something inside his chest started growing larger, pushing against the fabric of the tight blue top. And just a split second later his cock had shrunk, as his cock was replaced by a tiny and empty slit. His chest now has two perfect breasts, and his hips slowly widened, finished his transformation. He gasped, his hands instinctively moving to his chest and then lower, where he found... nothing.

"Are baap re" (Oh my God!) girl screamed, her voice now a melodic, feminine cry. "yah kahaan hai? mera kahaan-" (Where is it? Where is my—) She shifted on her butt, twisting around, looking under her sari's many folds, but couldn't see anything! It was gone! Completely! Gargi shuddered. Everything that has made her a boy was completely gone! Just a tiny little pussy remained, and soft heavy tits!

The car suddenly stopped at the sidewalk, and after a moment a driver opened a door for her. "Who are you and where is Greg? "driver demanded.

"Main Greg hoon! aur angrejee boloonga, main nahin..." (I'm Greg! And speak English, I won't...) she put her small delicate palms on her mouth, realizing that she spoke not in English but in some strange and exotic tongue and didn't even understand her former native language any longer.

"Miss, I can't understand you. Please, get out of the car!" driver said calmly, not shouting, showing Gargi that she should leave. But she only became hysterical and screamed loudly something unknown, waving her hands, touching her breasts and hair, "Please, miss, get out. Get-" he stopped abruptly when, entering she slapped him with her small palm on his face and squeaked something unintelligible and exited the car, walking along the road and , screaming some meaningless phrases.

"So strange... I don't understand. I fullfilled her every wish." muttered the genie quietly to himself from somewhere, watching Gargi going forward to her former house, speaking loudly and though that when she returned to the house and her parents, her problems will disappear. But she failed. Even her security guard didn't let her enter her own house, calling police where they said her that based on her fingerprints and data base, she was dead person who lived in Mumbai as Gargi Dhamkhure - wife of Rajan Dhamkhure who was happy when police told him that his wife soon returns home to him.