Sheikh Ali leaned back, waving a hand toward the scowling beauty on the other side of the tent.
“Isn’t she magnificent, Omar? Even when she’s angry.”
He leaned sideways and whispered. “I tricked her, you know. She gave me three wishes. My first was that she should always be near me in physical form and obey my every command.”
He patted his lap. “Come, satisfy my desire.”
The genie gritted her teeth. Enough of this.
Her magic flared as she straddled him.
Ali shrieked as he turned into a scantily clad female, the genie and his harem into beefy men.
Oh my. I guess he wasn't specific enough.