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

The genie’s bored, expectant look was starting to piss you off. So was Steve’s slack-jawed drooling. You were tired of the mess, the smell, the sheer grubbiness of sharing a studio with a human slob. The wish formed on your lips before you could overthink it.

“I wish Steve was a hot chick.”

The genie’s amber eyes glinted with sudden, malicious amusement. “An excellent choice.”

She snapped her fingers.

The sound was like a thunderclap in the cramped room. Steve let out a choked gasp, his body contorting. He shrank, his slouched posture straightening into a delicate curve. The stained wifebeater and baggy sweats melted away, reforming into the tiny denim shorts and knotted plaid shirt of the centerfold pinned above the TV. His greasy hair lengthened, lightening to a sun-kissed blonde that cascaded over his new, tanned shoulders. His face softened, features rearranging into the pouty-lipped, wide-eyed likeness of the model, while his chest swelled, the knotted plaid shirt straining against the impressive, perfectly round breasts that had replaced his paunch.

Where your roommate once stood, there was now a carbon copy of the fantasy woman he’d ogled a thousand times.

“Whoa,” said a high, breathy, and entirely familiar voice. Steve looked down at himself, his new, manicured hands flying to his chest. “Dude! I’ve got tits!” He squeezed them, his eyes wide with disbelief and delight. “Awesome!”

He spun around, nearly overbalancing on the new high-heeled sandals that had appeared on his feet. “Check out this ass!” He slapped his own newly sculpted rear, the sound sharp in the stunned silence. “It’s so fucking jiggly!”

He—she—was a 10. A perfect, airbrushed fantasy made flesh. And the personality was still 100% Steve.

“This is fucking radical!” Steve cheered, doing a little shimmy that made everything jiggle in a mesmerizing, horrifying way. “I’m gonna go look in the mirror. I bet my tits look amazing in the bathroom light.”

He stomped towards the bathroom on unsteady heels, the crude, familiar gait a bizarre contrast to the swaying hips. The door slammed shut.

You were left alone with the genie. She surveyed her work with a smirk. “A better roommate, if I do say so. Someone any man would love to live with.” Her gaze was heavy on you. “Two wishes remain, Master. Choose wisely.” She disappeared in a puff of smoke back into the lamp.

From the bathroom, you heard Steve’s gleeful cackle. “Holy shit! I can see my own nipples! They’re, like, perfect!”

You stared at the closed door. Your life had just become exponentially more complicated... but a lot more fun!