Sisu gave a small wave of her hand and Ryan found herself lifted into the air. She gave a yelp and started to struggle as she felt Sisu’s hands on her pulling off her shirt, leaving her naked and at the mercy of the genie.

“Please do not struggle, Mistress,” the genie said as she pulled a long measuring tape from nowhere. “It makes it much harder to take your measurements.”

Ryan took a breath and tried to stay as still as possible as Sisu began measuring her, first her arms, then her neck, chest, hips, butt, legs, and so many places that Ryan felt were just unnecessary, but Sisu just kept on going. The genie moved fluidly in midair, getting each measurement precise and, with a pencil she’d pulled out from behind her ear that definitely hadn’t been there before, writing them down in the air in strange glowing script that Ryan could hardly see. There were a lot of them and she wasn’t quite sure what they meant, but Sisu seemed to understand them as she worked, even making some smaller notes beside a few of them.

Eventually she waved her fingers and Ryan alighted back down on the floor. She watched in awe as Sisu gave another wave and the glowing numbers and letters organized themselves into a neat list in front of her. Sisu pointed with the pencil to every closet door and dresser drawer, each of which opened and its contents came pouring out and organized in front of the genie. Ryan felt a tug beneath her feet and looked down to see a dirty shirt struggling to get free. She hastily took a step back and watched the garment fly into the air along with all the other clothes that she’d left haphazardly lying around. She heard a noise from behind her, turned to look, and ducked just in time as several pairs of shoes and a couple of jackets whizzed by her head to join the cacophony of fabric surrounding the diligent genie.

The genie began to go through the clothes one by one and sort of…pushed the numbers into them. Not every number went into every garment, but when they touched the clothes they seemed to be absorbed and the clothing shifted to match the new dimensions. Shirts shrunk, pants shortened and expanded, and slowly but surely every article of clothing Ryan owned slowly was changed to match Ryan's new proportions. Ryan was so enamored with the process that she didn’t notice Sisu taking special consideration to her underwear.

Eventually every bit of clothing was altered by Sisu's careful hand before folding themselves neatly and placing themselves back where they had come from. Even the dirty clothes on the floor settled right back where they had been at the start. Her work done, Sisu conjured a piece of paper, took the glowing numbers, and pushed them onto it before settling down onto the bed with a sigh.

“My,” breathed the genie, rolling up the page in her hand and slipping it into her top. “I have not done anything like that in a while. Congratulations on making me pull out skills that I have not needed to use in decades at least.”

“Um…you’re welcome, I guess,” Ryan said. She looked around at the clothes on the floor and bent down to pick up a Pink Floyd t-shirt. It had shrunk and looked somehow more feminine in shape than before. Ryan slipped it on and found that it fit perfectly. She turned to Sisu with a smile.

“Thank you!” she said. “This is incredible.”

“You are most welcome, Mistress,” said the genie with a small seated bow. “I am always happy to do a good job. Now, there is one last order of business. Come here for a moment.”

Ryan looked at her, confused, but nonetheless walked to the waiting genie. Sisu motioned her further forward with one finger. Ryan leaned forward in anticipation as Sisu put a finger to the girl’s forehead and then pulled it back. Like the measurements she had taken before, two words were pulled from the girl’s head and appeared in between them. The girl looked at them, confused. She saw the letters, even recognized the words as something deeply personal, but when she tried to remember what any of it was or meant it just slipped from her mind like water through her fingers. Sisu took the words in her palm, closed her fingers around them, and they were gone. Sisu gave a smile and said, “The price has been paid.”

The girl blinked a couple of times then looked at the genie. “That was the price?” she asked. “What was it? I…I felt like I knew what that was, but I can’t remember it.”

“You shall see,” teased the genie. “In the meantime you may want to get dressed. I left something for you in the top drawer.”

The girl looked puzzled, but walked over and pulled open the top dresser drawer where her socks and underwear were. Her socks were where she expected them to be, but to her surprise her underwear wasn’t there at all. Instead there were folded up thick plastic…somethings with two yellow lines running along the length of them and a ruffled waistband. Curious, she pulled one out and unfolded it. The yellow lines ran all the way from front to back, but the garment as a whole had no real waistband. Instead it unfolded to a sort of curved letter I shape, with lots of cloth material on the inside and two tapes on either side of the back waistband. The girl looked at it puzzled for a moment before recognition dawned on her.

“This is a diaper!” she shouted indignantly as she turned to Sisu. “Why would you turn my underwear into diapers?!”

“Well, Mistress,” remarked the genie, “would you rather wet your pants again? By the way, I did not touch those disgusting things, so you will have to dispose of them, I am afraid.”

The girl’s fury turned to embarrassment as she remembered her accident in the living room. She still hadn’t cleaned it up and was beginning to worry that it might smell. She looked at the diaper in her hands, then back at the genie.

“Well…I guess you’re right,” she admitted, “but this is just embarrassing! What’s Andrea going to think?”

“Mistress,” the genie sighed, exasperated. “You have been turned into a girl by ancient genie magic, all your clothes have been transformed to match your body perfectly and what you are worried about is that your girlfriend will see you in a diaper!”

“I mean…yeah!” argued the girl. “It’s all part of the same big package of shit that I’ll have to explain, and the girl thing and diaper thing are the same thing and they’ll be the hardest to explain.”

Sisu shrugged and floated back into the air. “As you say, Mistress. I think I shall take my leave for a while as you get dressed. I know you value your privacy, anyway.” She gave a midair bow before turning into smoke and zipping away, leaving the girl alone in her room.

The girl gave a heavy sigh and flopped onto her bed, diaper still in hand. She took a deep breath, pulled a pillow in front of her face, and screamed as loud and hard as she could into it. It didn’t do anything for her current predicament, but it made her feel a little better. She laid there for a few moments, just contemplating what she’d gotten herself into. It was stupid to make these wishes, especially since she didn’t know what their prices would be, and now she was facing the consequences. Hell, she didn’t even know what Sisu had taken from her for the last wish, which was a really fucking dumb wish now that she thought about it. Clothes could be mended by hand or she could have just bought more eventually. She hadn’t been thinking.

She sighed, then rolled over onto her back. She raised the diaper up above her face and just looked at it. Sisu was right, she’d rather put on the stupid diaper than face another accident. She idly wondered how to even put on a diaper before realizing she already knew. Well, she knew how to change a baby’s diaper. It must have been part of the knowledge Sisu had given her with her first wish. She was reasonably certain she could retrofit the process to change herself.

With another big sigh she lifted her butt off the bed and slid the diaper underneath. She dropped down and adjusted it for a moment before she was confident it was placed correctly. She was having a bit of difficulty because of the bunched up sheets and blankets under her and she made a mental note to clear off a space when she changed in the future. She idly remembered she needed baby powder to prevent rashes and chafing, but she doubted Sisu was kind enough to give her that. She pulled the front up between her legs, adjusted it so that it would be snug, then taped it together. When she was done she sat up and patted the front. She stood to check her handiwork and noted that it was a bit loose around the waistline. She pulled the top tapes back and made a couple quick adjustments until she felt it was reasonably secure. Once assured she picked a pair of sweatpants up off the floor and pulled them on, surprisingly finding that they fit perfectly over her diaper. Sisu must have thought ahead, which annoyed the girl to no end.

The girl grabbed the towel off her bed and walked out of her room, doing her best to ignore the plastic crinkling from her middle as she walked. She went to the bathroom and gathered up her ruined clothes and brought them to the trash. She’d liked those jeans, but there was nothing to be done now that Sisu had neglected to change them. Next she went to the living room and did her best to clean the wet stain on the carpet. She would have to shampoo it too eventually, she thought, but for now at least she got the most of it out. She took the towel to her laundry bin, swinging by the bathroom to grab some air freshener to spray in the living room in case there was any lingering smell. Finally she sat down on the couch, exhausted from the whole day. She looked over at the antique bottle on the coffee table and considered what she was going to do when she heard her phone ping from beside it. She’d left it there when she had come home with the bottle. She reached over and picked it up, careful not to touch Sisu’s bottle. She had a new message from Andrea.

omw shshsh I have za for dinner 😘

The girl’s stomach dropped. It was finally going to happen. Andrea would be here and she’d have to explain the whole thing and she was a girl now and she was wearing a diaper and what was Andrea going to think, would she break up immediately or would she even believe the girl about any of it and and and and-

She started panicking, breathing hard and fast. She knew she was panicking and tried to take a few deep breaths to calm herself, to little effect. She was trying her counting again, 1 and 1 is 2. 2 and 2 is 4. 4 and-, when she realized something was wrong. She picked up her phone again and reread Andrea’s text. It all was fine, except…

There was a word in there that she couldn’t read. Not that it wasn’t legible or just a mess of letters or anything, the word was there in plain English, but for the life of her she could not actually understand the word itself. Curiously she scrolled through some of her older texts with Andrea and there it was again.

hey shshsh just got out can u come pick me up pls 🥺🙏

The girl’s heart skipped. She remembered that text, Andrea had a doctor’s visit and the girl had used it as an excuse to pick her up and hang out afterwards. She remembered what the word was supposed to be.

It was her name.

“No no no no fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” She started hyperventilating again. She tried her hardest to remember what her name was, but she just couldn’t. It was like that specific word was a hole in her mind. She remembered her last name just fine, but her first and middle names were just…gone.

“Sisu!” she shrieked, grabbing the bottle and pulling out the stopper. Smoke lazily poured out, coalescing into Sisu, half smoke but wearing a pajama top and giving a big stretch as she emerged.

“Mello, Mistress,” she yawned. “How long has it been? Time gets funny in there. Can I help you?”

“My name!” screamed the girl. “I can’t remember my own name!”

“Oh yes,” said Sisu lazily, scratching an apparent itch on her stomach. “The price. Well, nothing to be done about it, you know. Was there anything else I can help with?”

“Why of all things would you take my name?! I don’t remember who I am anymore!”

Sisu gave her a tired and irritated look as she sighed and said, “Mistress, I’m quite sure you remember who you are, that’s not defined by a name or title, it’s just your being. As for why I took it I didn’t think you would need it after this. Did you really plan to go around saying, ‘Hi, I am a girl and my name is Kevin?’”

The girl blinked “Wait, that’s my name? That doesn’t sound right.”

“Because it is not, but it was masculine like that, I just used that name to prove my point. You would have probably changed it anyway. Is there not a more feminine name you would prefer?”

The nameless girl thought about that, understanding the logic but still very frustrated by the whole thing. “I hadn’t really thought about it,” she admitted. “I guess you’re right, though. I’d probably have picked a new one eventually.”

“See? No harm done. I shall make good use of your old name. Maybe I will give it to my next master without a name, that has happened before. Now, is there anything else I can help you with, or can I get back to my nap?”

“I mean, I guess that’s all. Will you help me talk to Andrea later when she’s here? I don’t know if she’ll believe me if I say a genie did it without proof.”

“I can make an appearance if you wish. I shall set the time to quicken in the bottle so I can get plenty of rest beforehand. Call me when you require my assistance.”

Sisu fuzzed into vapor and swirled back into the bottle which sealed itself again with a pop. The girl was left alone in her apartment again, not quite ready to explain and still reeling from losing her name, but ready for Andrea to show up. She swallowed nervously, picked up her phone, and shot a quick text to Andrea.

Hey, some things got really weird and we need to talk when you get ehre

*here

It didn’t take long for Andrea to reply.

u ok?

Yeah, kinda. I’ll explain when you’re here. What’s your eta?

idk maybe 10ish

Ok, see you soon

The girl took a deep breath and set her phone down. Now all she could do was wait.