Francis looked at her for a minute. "I'm thinking a short skirt--no a dress. Red leather, and low cut. Heels to go with it. Try that."
The genie rolled her eyes and sighed, and her clothes suddenly changed to what Francis had commanded.
Francis surveyed her new outfit. "Hmm, turn around."
The genie did so. She frowned as she turned, obviously unhappy with his choice of clothing.
Francis put his hand on her rear. "A little tighter back here. Tighter and lower cut in front to show more cleavage."
The small changes were accomplished. "Looks good." Francis looked at the overall package. The genie looked great, her large tits mashed together by the tight dress, her shelf ass prominently displayed to the world.
"You've been in that bottle a while," you say magnanimously. "What would you like to do?" |