I can look any way you would like. I am the djinn of the stone in the amulet," she said."If you're like the genie of a lamp, how come you are speaking... English?" Mike knew he had her on this one."I speak all languages. Would you rather speak Arabic?"'Hell, ' Mike thought. He just barely passed his language exams for his doctorate, and that was Latin and German. "Uh, no. So I can call you anything. How about Jeannie?" Sure, laugh your ass off at the poor boy, but you weren't there with your brain. And so did I.My roommate came out in the living room looking every inch a woman. Like... like a Paula. His normally long hair had been augmented by the perfect blonde wig, his eyebrows meticulously plucked, his face adorned with make-up so that I could barely recognize my friend underneath his fluttering eyelashes.He wore this short and tawdry cocktail dress. He had done something with his chest, making it so that the cups low-cut dressed bulged out, giving a little hint of cleavage. And had I. Until my near-death experience, I never realized about my unique and secret ancestral evolution. It’s passed on through my mother’s bloodline and is known to only those immediately involved. If it weren’t for my Uncle Graydon I may have died! We are very much alike in looks, we’ve been described as near identical twins born decades apart. We are similar of temperament and shared interests. He paid for my medical school. He is a good man. He is a kind and charitable man. He’s well liked and. We can share my towel” Saying this, Maria laid a large beach towel out on a flat area of rock. Then, very slowly and deliberately, she looked Sophie directly in the eye and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. Even though the bra was see through, the sight of Maria’s breasts as they were fully exposed to the sunlight brought an involuntary gasp from Sophie. Still fixing Sophie with her gaze, she now slid her hands inside the waistband of her thong and eased it down her hips and legs,.