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Trina: OK, Harold, we have one more wish left. What should it be?

Harold: Hmm? Oh, whatever you want, dear. I'm just about to close a major deal, so I need to focus on my phone right now.

Trina: Ugh! See, genie? This is what I was telling you about. Harold is such an old stick in the mud. I want to have fun, dancing at clubs, taking long vacations in the Bahamas, shopping for cute outfits... but all my husband cares about is work, work, work! Gosh, I sure wish we had more in common.

Genie: Granted.

Trina: What? Hang on, when I said that I wasn't really making a...

POOF!

Harold: What the..? Trina, you wished me into a girl! A girl with... really, really big knockers!

Trina: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! Genie, turn him back.

Genie: Sorry, no can do. You wished you and Harold had more in common, so now Harold is a girl like you. He'll share all your interests and enjoy the same things you enjoy.

Trina: What? Really?

Genie: Yeah. He'll love shopping, going to clubs, lounging on the beach in a bikini. All that stuff.

Harold: What? No, this can't be!

Trina: Wow. Well... I gotta admit, he is really cute like this.

Harold: Trina!

Genie: He's bisexual too, just like you, so now you two can also share boyfriends.

Trina: Ooh, that sounds fun!

Harold: Now, hang on a second! There's no way in hell we're gonna go dancing together, wearing sexy outfits that show off our bods, then bring home cute boys and... and... damn it, that does sound fun.

Trina: Yay!