Genie Gel (wish-based interactive story)

Music shops, game shops, movie shops, toy shops, and clothes shops surrounded you on either side of the wall, while every vendor under the sun peddled their wares in the middle of the large hallways. Above you were more shops, a skylight, and a large helicopter suspended by wires. You always wondered how they even got it in here, but you were always more afraid of it falling than anything. Below you were several pairs feet, and a rug with red, orange, green and yellow squares erratically placed about. This always bothered you the most, as you couldn't decide where to step, the colors always unnerved you, and worst was the pattern: there wasn't one. Your friends told you to calm down about it, how it didn't matter, but it still always tore you up inside, you just didn't show it.

On either side of you was a friend. On the left was a moderately-sized black woman named Tanami. She was incredibly beautiful, and back in school, people always stared at her as she walked the hallways. She was wearing a pink Daft Punk T-shirt, concealing her entire torso, and jeans that seemed to cling to the very cells of her skin. Her face was curved, like the rest of her body, and had eyes that sparkled like a candle. A few years back, she decided to do something she always dreamed of: become a man. Saving up her money, she bought surgery to replace her vagina with a fully-working penis and testicles. However, she didn't want to make a full change, so she kept her breasts, about C-cups, and other feminine qualities. You've seen her shaft about five times during your life, and although you've never had sex with her, you've helped her relieve herself, and even tasted it. You've never measured it, but you'd estimate she has the largest penis of all three of you: around nine inches, completely dwarfing your modest six inches.

To your right was a Caucasian man, with a stern face that always seemed to mean business. His name was Chris, and his mouth was surrounded by a beard. A rather impressive one at that. His body was covered in loose pants, a Penn. University hat, a cross necklace, and a Nightmare Before Christmas T-shirt sporting Jack Skellington's famous grin. He was strictly straight, or so he claims. More likely, he's bisexual, as you've seen his slightly above average seven and a half inches a number of times, and he's never had a problem with it. In fact, on more than one occasion, you and him have partook in mutual masturbation, and you've fingered his butthole at least twice.

The three of you finally landed at the middle of the mall, and checked the map. Tanami wanted to go to American Eagle for some new jeans, Chris was looking to go to the Gamestop and look for anything good, and you wanted to go to the Exotic Orbs of the World shop, the whole reason you came here. Of course, you knew there wouldn't just be orbs, so you didn't know why the shop was named such. It probably wouldn't attract much business. Who would want to go to a store of orbs? Well, obviously just you. The three of you split your ways, after deciding to meet here after you were done, and you headed directly to your destination, after completely memorizing the route to take. Finally, after a few minutes of walking along, bumping into people, and being swore at a couple times, you stopped in front of the shop you came here to see. And the name did not lie. Lining the windows were all kinds of orbs, or more precisely, vases. Different art styles, different time periods, and different price tags characterized each individual one. Peeking past them, you saw that the article you read didn't lie about the other things in there as well. It seemed like it was really the left

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