The ball bounced off the wall, slamming against the floor before disappearing entirely. Jean flicked her finger to repeat the process again. Appear. Bounce. Disappear. Appear. Bounce. Disappear. Anyone else hat e their life some days?"
"No complaining." She scowled at Bridgette as the girl sat down, turning her attention back to the ball again. Appear. Bounce. Disappear. Appear. Bounce. Disappear. "Genie magic always that nauseating, or are you just being lazy?"
She erased the ball without looking at it, recreating an identical copy in her hand before placing it on the pillow with a mock glare in Bridgette's direction. "You home for any particular reason?"
"Nope. Your mom out for any particular reason? Other than not wanting to be female for longer than she has to be?"
"Running track as a girl." She managed a soft smile at that, having her mother actually ask to be female for her. Just because she'd been born as a boy shouldn't mean she shouldn't enjoy being in the for m she'd birthed her daughter in. "of course, it leave s me bored with nothing to do
Wanna go vatch a movie?"
"Homework. And don't pop It into existence, either. Got any snacks?" Jean nodded absentmindedly, creating the cheese platter and eating from it without conscious thought. "Wish there was anything fun to do?"
"Nuh-uh, Jean. Bad things happen when I make wishes on you. Like that time the whole world was female?"
"That was fun and you know it! Pleaaaaase?" she let her eyes grow round, sliding feet from the top of the couch to move forward a little. "Just oooone transgender boy I can practice on, to knock on the door? I wanna practice some new techniques."
"And you can't conjure up a single kid without me making a wish?" Bridgette demanded, tapping her foot with half a smile on her face. She was always pushing for more info on how Genie magic worked.
complicated. I either have to use way too much power finding a family with a transgender kid and then rerouting reality so that he'd come here, or I have to conjure him into existence from scratch, or base him off another reality which would require more searching. It's annoying." She shrugged, before putting those pleading eyes back to her. "Pleaaase?"
"Annoying, she says
I'd have to be mad enough to nuke the world just to create a tennis ball from atoms, and you talk about constructing a person from nothing as 'annoying.'"
"Human magic bends the rules. Genie magic breaks it. Pleaaaaaase? I can do it without thought if it's for a wish," she added, pouting a little more.
"Fine. I wish you had a willing test subject for your TG."
Jean flew to the door the moment someone knocked, bottom half fading into pink smoke and reforming into legs as she opened it. A miniskirt resided on them instead of the sweats she'd been wearing while relaxing, the blouse already tightening around her chests by the time she had opened it enough to reveal the boy outside. She grabbed him by the arm and yanked him in before he could form a protest, peering at his shaggy hair and muttering to herself.
I actually just wanted to ask if you
knew where there was a fast food place around here, or something. Me and my family just moved here, so-"
"Moving! Why didn't I think of that!" She grinned, spinning him around in a tight circle before lengthening his hair with a thought. She ignored his squeak, sealing his lips shut would he tried to open them again.
"Shush. You wanna be a girl, right? So
First off, gone with the manhood
" She replaced it without more thought, continuing to spin him as she tried to imagine something of the figure she wanted to try for her mother. "Reduced weight
The sides squelching in I'll do it slow for her, in incrimenents so we can enjoy it more, but for you
" The excess flesh disappeared as she thought of it, other changes following in a flash as the bottom was suddenly swelled. "Hips wider. Just a tad more than that. Thighs. Legs. Arms
no body hair
get rid of the armpit
plush out those lips
change that face let's go with heart shaped, but keep some residual figures
" she clicked her tongue, looking over the figure as she replaced the clothes, and rubbing a hand under the miniskirt and against the panties as the girl gave another squeal. They felt moist. "Guess breasts are the last thing," she shrugged, adding to them until the shirt was appropriately tight. She weighed them in her hand before giving a sudden grin, uneasling the door and pushing the new girl through the door. "Thanks! I think I know mom's new form design, now extra strength, strong back, and top heavy enough to catch the eye without quite hitting obscene."
She grinned before slamming the door closed. "Well, that worked well, don't you think?"