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Tara, Seth and Dean returned from an ecstatic concert of the all-girl band “Static Angel” to their hotel. For the three friends, it was the best evening of the year and all were still pretty excited.

“This was really a great evening. I love these girls.” Seth said, as Tara jabbed him with her elbow.

“Do I have to worry about you, darling?” she asked.

“No. Of course not. You’ll always be the only woman in my life.” Seth replied and embraced his wife.

“Wanna hang out a bit more?” Dean proposed as they collected their keys from the blond receptionist.

Seth and Tara thought for a moment. Then they agreed and followed Dean into the hotel’s lobby. There, they sat down on the large sofa. While Seth put his arm around Tara’s shoulder, Dean looked around the lobby. There were a lot of palms for decoration. Left and right of the sofa were two stone pedestals with an oriental oil lamp on each one. Dean walked to the left one and rubbed it.

Instantly, green smoke poured out of the lamp and formed into the shape of a young woman with fire-red hair, who was wearing a yellow top, big golden earrings and golden bracelets. The strangest things about her were her skin (which was mint-green) and the fact that, below her waist, a trail of green smoke led back into the spout of the lamp. “I’m Martha, the genie of the lamp. I will grant you three wishes, Master.” she declared.

“A genie? Like in ‘Arabian Nights’?” Dean asked.

“Something like that.” Martha confirmed.

“And you are bound to grant me any three wishes?”

“As long as they don’t violate the rules.” Martha began to count the rules on her fingers. “No killing, no bringing people back from the dead, not being bound to you for longer then the last wish is granted, no wishing for more wishes and no bending of the minds of other people.”

“I see. Then I wish that Seth, Tara and I were a successful Band, just like Static Angel and you would be our manager.” Dean said.

At his first words, an idea of how to twist the wish a bit formed in Martha’s head. But when she heard that she should become their manager, Martha’s anticipation turned into anger. Being the manager of the new band would mean that she would have to go on tour and leave her friends behind. Alas, as a genie, she was bound to grant that wish. When Martha blinked, the three friends were engulfed by a blinding light. At the same time Martha’s clothes changed into a green blazer and skirt. When the light subsided, Seth, Tara and Dean had turned into 20 year-old girls. Their clothes were a mixture of different styles, ranging from downright sexy over a rebellious style to an innocent style that imitated the look of a school-girl uniform.

“Err, we are girls? I didn’t wished for that.” Dean protested.

“You wished to be as successful as Static Angel. And they are a girl band, right?” Martha explained with a grin.

Dean was about to protest again, but Seth chipped in: “Come on, Dean. We are a famous band, now. Let’s make the best of it. And Martha is still with us. If you like you can still use another wish to turn us back, right Martha?”

“That’s right.” Martha still had the grin on her face.

At this sight, Dean backed away. “OK. So I guess we’ll have a concert soon and probably some PR events?`”

“You can bet on it.” Martha produced an organizer from her handbag. “The next concert is tomorrow evening. And, in about one hour, we have a conference with the press. Tomorrow morning, we have a photo shoot. In the afternoon you have the preparations for the concert on your itinerary: last rehearsal, gmeeting with your stylist, the usual stuff!” Inside, Martha laughed. If they want her to be their manager, she would make sure they would get one appointment after another. And, maybe, they would eventually decide to undo the wish.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Part 1: [link]

Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]

Seth, Tara and Dean were OCs by other deviants. Here are the links:
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Tara: [link]
Dean: [link]

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Description
Tara, Seth and Dean returned from an ecstatic concert of the all-girl band “Static Angel” to their hotel. For the three friends, it was the best evening of the year and all were still pretty excited.

“This was really a great evening. I love these girls.” Seth said, as Tara jabbed him with her elbow.

“Do I have to worry about you, darling?” she asked.

“No. Of course not. You’ll always be the only woman in my life.” Seth replied and embraced his wife.

“Wanna hang out a bit more?” Dean proposed as they collected their keys from the blond receptionist.

Seth and Tara thought for a moment. Then they agreed and followed Dean into the hotel’s lobby. There, they sat down on the large sofa. While Seth put his arm around Tara’s shoulder, Dean looked around the lobby. There were a lot of palms for decoration. Left and right of the sofa were two stone pedestals with an oriental oil lamp on each one. Dean walked to the left one and rubbed it.

Instantly, green smoke poured out of the lamp and formed into the shape of a young woman with fire-red hair, who was wearing a yellow top, big golden earrings and golden bracelets. The strangest things about her were her skin (which was mint-green) and the fact that, below her waist, a trail of green smoke led back into the spout of the lamp. “I’m Martha, the genie of the lamp. I will grant you three wishes, Master.” she declared.

“A genie? Like in ‘Arabian Nights’?” Dean asked.

“Something like that.” Martha confirmed.

“And you are bound to grant me any three wishes?”

“As long as they don’t violate the rules.” Martha began to count the rules on her fingers. “No killing, no bringing people back from the dead, not being bound to you for longer then the last wish is granted, no wishing for more wishes and no bending of the minds of other people.”

“I see. Then I wish that Seth, Tara and I were a successful Band, just like Static Angel and you would be our manager.” Dean said.

At his first words, an idea of how to twist the wish a bit formed in Martha’s head. But when she heard that she should become their manager, Martha’s anticipation turned into anger. Being the manager of the new band would mean that she would have to go on tour and leave her friends behind. Alas, as a genie, she was bound to grant that wish. When Martha blinked, the three friends were engulfed by a blinding light. At the same time Martha’s clothes changed into a green blazer and skirt. When the light subsided, Seth, Tara and Dean had turned into 20 year-old girls. Their clothes were a mixture of different styles, ranging from downright sexy over a rebellious style to an innocent style that imitated the look of a school-girl uniform.

“Err, we are girls? I didn’t wished for that.” Dean protested.

“You wished to be as successful as Static Angel. And they are a girl band, right?” Martha explained with a grin.

Dean was about to protest again, but Seth chipped in: “Come on, Dean. We are a famous band, now. Let’s make the best of it. And Martha is still with us. If you like you can still use another wish to turn us back, right Martha?”

“That’s right.” Martha still had the grin on her face.

At this sight, Dean backed away. “OK. So I guess we’ll have a concert soon and probably some PR events?`”

“You can bet on it.” Martha produced an organizer from her handbag. “The next concert is tomorrow evening. And, in about one hour, we have a conference with the press. Tomorrow morning, we have a photo shoot. In the afternoon you have the preparations for the concert on your itinerary: last rehearsal, gmeeting with your stylist, the usual stuff!” Inside, Martha laughed. If they want her to be their manager, she would make sure they would get one appointment after another. And, maybe, they would eventually decide to undo the wish.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Part 1: [link]

Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]

Seth, Tara and Dean were OCs by other deviants. Here are the links:
Seth: [link]
Tara: [link]
Dean: [link]

The Story is based on an Idea by

Proofreading by