Swap With Naima Be Careful What You Wish For chapter 5 by deleted_user

A wicked idea sparks, fully formed. Why sample some boring sorority girl when perfection is standing right in front of you? You lock eyes with the genie, Naima. Her amused smirk falters as she reads your intention.

"No," she whispers, a flicker of genuine fear in her ancient eyes. "Do not."

"Too late." You grin, focusing on her. "I wish to change places."

The world lurches. It's not like moving; it's like being violently unmade. Your senses dissolve into a kaleidoscope of light and sound before slamming back into a new configuration. The first thing you feel is a profound, graceful lightness. The second is the heavy, delicious weight of breasts resting against your—her—your chest. You look down at your new body, at the honey-gold skin and the swell of cleavage revealed by the gold-and-silk top. You run a hand over the flat, smooth stomach, a shiver of pure, unadulterated power coursing through you.

"Whoa," Steve breathes, his jaw slack. "Dude. You're so fucking hot now."

Your voice, when you speak, is Naima's low, melodic purr. "I know." You turn to your old body, which now houses the horrified genie. She—you—stumbles, looking down at your soft, Cheeto-dusted hands with utter revulsion.

"This... this vessel is a prison," she gasps, her voice your own, but choked with despair. "It is weak. Clouded."

Steve claps you on your new, bare shoulder, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Forget the money, forget the mansion. With you looking like that, we don't need it. We can have anything we want."

He's right. The world is yours. But what to do first?