This choice: Fight the urge to stop her, and let her do her thing • Go Back... You felt the urge rush over you to stop her in her tracks, that she was violating how you felt but... you wanted to make sure the feelings you had were real, and not the product of some magic. So, white of knuckles, you let her work.
With the practice of a trained seamstress, she pulled small fragments of magic out of what you could only believe was your essence. Strands of electricity jumped off the round cloud within her hands, and you watched in awe at her speed and proficiency. Zhham pulled the pieces are spell out like unwanted skittles in a bowl of M&M's. Finally, she reached her whole hand to within the cloud to about her shoulder. "There you are," she muttered in triumph. You felt sick to your stomach as she yanked, pulling a long strand of magic from within. She manipulated it like taffy, tied off the end, and replaced it. Clapping the cloud within her hands, it dissipated, and as it did, you felt immediate relief.
"So," she said, exasperated. "How do you feel now, child of mud?"
You searched your feelings as your best friend Riley Nept. You no longer had the deep, throbbing love that you felt for him deep within your chest. There was still affection... and a little sexual confusion.
"Well, I no longer want to jump in front of a car for him but... I still feel something," You said concerned. "Did you get all of it?"
She smirked slightly. "Yes, young one, the spell is broken. Of this I am sure. However, you did spend a night of love and passion with him. These memories will not go away. The spell being unbroken will not undo the things you felt. It will simply mean you are a slave to them."
You nodded, looking at your familiar face with a sense of longing. "Dammit Zhham," You conceded. "I never wanted anything like this. Riley and me had a good relationship, now, even if I get back to normal, and unbind with you somehow... I will always be confused about this?"
Zhham, despite her haughty personality, put a spectral hand on your shoulder. She wasn't actually behind you, this binding was something happening in your mind, you figured. "While I am not a human, Liam, I understand these feelings. I thought, many times before, they bound me with others. People I thought I cared for. Those I would lay my life down for. I have made many mistakes. It is a djinn's choice to conceive a child, you know," she offered. "Those feelings you felt, to bring a genasi, a half-djinn, half-mortal into the world... I envied them, even if they weren't true. I have never felt that way about any before. Not mortal, no demigod, not djinn. Hold tight to those feelings. You may find them translate themselves into truth with time. Otherwise, you may find yourself feeling similarly about someone else, with time. It matters not." She leaned on your shoulder. "For now, we are bound together. You have, inadvertently, returned me to the mortal realm. Before, I was in darkness, and I was alone. Then, Cal, spirit of the Urn, called me back using a small piece of me that was always attached to this place. I am grateful to experience again." She looked at you somberly from her place behind you in the mirror. "It was dark there, Liam, and I do not wish to go back. In future, if you are going to grant a wish, feel free to call on me to advise you. I will do my part to make sure you are not ensorcelled by your own magic again. Do we have an accord?"
You nodded, still stuck on the passionate, graphic sex you had maybe a half hour before, with someone you considered to be a close personal friend. "I think that deal's fair. Then maybe... we can both try and find a way out of this deal?"
Zhham raised her eyebrows. "You're intent to leave, then?"
You nodded. "Being you is actually kind of thrilling. Your strong, beautiful... and you have magic. But this is still servitude. This is still a prison. I have a life, and friends outside of here. I never wanted to be a djinn, even an especially hot one."
Zhham smirked, wrinkling her brown in confusion. "Hot? I'm not a ifrit, a djinn of fire. I am a dao, a djinn of earth."
You blinked. "Uh.. I mean you are sexy... sexually attractive."
"Ah!" Zhham's eyes lit up. "Understood, mud child. Verbal slang! I haven't spoke to many for a while, you must forgive me." She lowered herself and put an arm around you, with her head on your shoulder. "You are quite 'hot' yourself, you know, in an Alexander the Great kind of way. I am sure you will find many to bear your genasi... your uh... your mud spawn. Children. You shall surely have a harem of your own some day, and rule the sands as a just and fair sultan. But you are right." She clenched a fist as she resumed her place above you. "The Urn of Remembrance is a prison, and if we are to be free of it, we should come up with a plan. Cal will be awake soon, perhaps you can ask of them more questions, and we together can devise a strategy."
You nodded, and the spirit of Zhham entered into you again. The lights brightened, and you found you were Zhham again, peering at yourself in the mirror. You were naked. You focused your energies and summoned a bath, full of perfumed salts, at the center of the room, and relaxed. You felt her presence with you still, telling you what the best smelling salts were, and her most favored ways of wearing her long, red hair.
You left the bath and redressed yourself, but decided to it your way. Zhham insisted that you continue to wear the harem pants, but you dressed a bit more modern this time, in a black, stylish suitcoat with a deep cut v on your blouse, showing off Zhham's assets. Your hair braided on its own, and finally two large hoop earring completed the repertoire. You took one final look in the mirror. You looked good, as both sides of you mind attested.
Hot, you thought simultaneously.
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