Better Roommate Be Careful What You Wish For chapter 4 by deleted_user

The words were out of your mouth before you could properly consider them, a gut reaction to the sheer, unadulterated grossness radiating from your drooling roommate. "I wish for a better roommate."

The genie’s amber eyes flashed with wicked delight. "An excellent choice," she purred, snapping her fingers with a sound like cracking crystal.

The transformation of Steve was neither graceful nor silent. A strangled yelp tore from his throat, pitching upwards from a guttural grunt to a sharp, feminine cry. You watched, frozen, as his form seemed to liquefy and reform under a shimmering haze. His height shrunk by a good six inches, his slouched posture straightening into a delicate curve. The stained wifebeater melted away, replaced by smooth, pale skin as his broad shoulders narrowed, his arms slimming. His beer gut vanished, cinching in to form a narrow waist before flaring out into surprisingly generous hips. A cascade of platinum blonde hair, straight and shiny, spilled down to the small of his new back. His face, now free of stubble, softened, features refining into a pert-nosed, full-lipped heart shape, complete with wide, bewildered blue eyes.

Where Steve had stood was now a woman who could stop traffic. She—he—was stunning, with long legs, a slim build, and perky, high-set C-cup breasts that rose and fell with his panicked breaths.

A beat of stunned silence filled the room, broken only by the hum of the mini-fridge.

The new Steve looked down at himself. His hands—now smaller, with slender fingers—flew to his chest, groping the unfamiliar softness. He patted his hips, his stomach, and then, with dawning horror, reached between his legs. His eyes widened into saucers.

"What the FUCK?" The voice was higher, melodic even in its sheer panic. "Dude! What did you do?"

"I... I wished for a better roommate," you stammered, your brain struggling to catch up.

"And I gave you one," the genie said smoothly, examining her nails. "Any man would be thrilled to live with that. She's exactly your type, isn't she? You can thank me later." With a wink, she dissolved back into a stream of smoke and poured herself into the lamp, which clattered to the floor.

You were alone with the new Steve.

He stared at you, his—her—pretty face a mask of confusion and anger. "Change me back! Right now!"

"I can't! You heard her! Three wishes! That was one!"

"Fuck!" he shrieked, beginning to pace. The movement was utterly bizarre; it was Steve's familiar, lumbering agitation, but contained in a body that moved with a natural, swaying grace. He stopped and looked down at his chest again, poking a nipple through the thin fabric of the new, plain white t-shirt that had manifested. A shudder ran through him. "This is so weird. I can feel... everything. The air on my skin is different."

Then, a familiar, lecherous grin spread across his new, full lips. "Whoa, hang on." He cupped his own breasts, weighing them. "These are awesome." His hands slid down his sides, over the dramatic curve of his hips. "And damn, check out this ass!" He turned, trying to look over his shoulder, his voice giddy. "I'm a total babe!"

This was a nightmare. You had a supermodel with the soul of a goblin living in your apartment.

The initial excitement seemed to fade as another sensation crept in. His eyes, a startlingly deep blue in his new face, glazed over slightly. A flush crept up his neck. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a subtle, restless motion.

"Whoa," he breathed, his voice softer. "Dude. What is... what is that?" He looked at you, a mixture of alarm and raw curiosity in his expression. "It's all... tingly. Down there. It's like... fuck, it's like I'm hard, but... different. It's everywhere." He squeezed his thighs together, his eyes widening at the sensation. "Why's it gotta be me? Why do I gotta be the hot chick?"

He was turned on. Profoundly, confusingly turned on by his own new body, and he had no idea how to process it. The crude, horny part of him was reveling in it, while the rest of his worldview was collapsing. He was simultaneously turned on and deeply disturbed, and he was looking to you, his former bro, for some kind of answer.