Amelia took in her body for the rest of the month. She realised that she was rather more 'blessed' than she'd expected.
"A tomboy... a tomboy..." she called, after the genie, as she turned into smoke and retreated into the lamp.
Amelia looked at her body reflected in the mirror. It was far too busty, and with a too ripe and juicy ass. She blushed thinking about what she'd fantasized of doing with a woman like this... if... if she'd still been male.
"You are a tomboy..." a weak voice called from the interior of the lamp. Echoing it sounded far larger inside than it appeared.
"I've got..." she lowered her voice, "big tits, and a huge ass." Amelia hissed at the lamp.
"Tomboy isn't defined by body shape, or sexual preference..." the genie answered.
"But... I didn't want to look like this." Amelia grumbled. Gesturing to indicate her whole body as it was reflected back at her.
"I granted your wish." The genie sounded petulant, now veering towards impatience, "I granted you the knowledge to be a woman, and you wished to be a woman, and I granted that too."
Her eyes lingering on your curvaceous body. It had a certain, obvious appeal, as Jason. But as Amelia it's rather too overstated and... girly. Looking around your new room, you take in the differences.
Ripping open the dresser drawers, you see a range of boyish, and unisex clothes. Your scowl hard to hide, the genie has granted your wish. Hell, even the posters decorating the wall, aren't girly.
The selection of your favourite sports stars, male and female. Your favourite teams, and video game characters.
Putting on as plain an outfit as possible, you see how 'tomboy'-ishly you can dress, and see what you have to endure for the remains of the month.
A simple set of jeans, and a top are your first attempt.
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It's less than successful, but through clenched teeth, you have to admit it isn't girly. Taking another stab at it, you pick out a pair of shorts and try again.
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You look like you could cosplay as Lara Croft, if you had only a pair of pistols. Briefly, you consider that, trying to fill yourself with Lara's confidence, and daring. Alas, your memories as Jason make that a rather jarring memory.
Deciding, on a final attempt you assemle something more loose and baggy. Something that can smother your curves, and minimise your very womanly body.
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It's your best effort so far, and you nod your head at the mirror's reflection. You can endure the next month as that Amelia.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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