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were of the genie's beautiful body and that perfect, welcoming smile on her peerless face.
     

 
A Changed Man
     
     
     
     
    Rick had one of those annoying alarm clocks with the two bells on top, so when it started ringing the next morning at five-thirty, he immediately reached down on the floor, scrambled for it blindly with his hand, and then clicked it off. He knew if he didn't start moving right away, he'd just fall right back asleep again, so he screamed at himself in his head repeatedly to get up. Sitting up in his bed finally, Rick's thoughts sifted through snapshot images of his dreams the night before, and he found they were inundated with erotic images of Jizzy. He couldn't remember the dreams outright, had no idea what had happened in them, but he saw her beautiful smiling face over and over along with an occasional sneak peek of a naked, bubbly asscheek or perky, nipple-mounted breast.
     
    As he sat up and ran his hand over his face, Rick immediately realized he wasn't the only thing up. Staring down between his legs, Rick saw that his sheets were standing straight up, and he even saw a hint of wetness on the sheets bleeding through from pre-ejaculation fluid. He could feel his cock was hard as a rock and pulsating, and he guessed then that he must have been just dreaming of Jizzy before the alarm went off.
     
    As he sat there scratching his head and yawning, Rick honestly wondered to himself if what he experienced the night before was even real. It isn't like this kind of story is reported on the evening news every night. Rick determined that having a beautiful genie in a bottle just randomly drop out of the sky and land on his balcony was just as likely as coming home and finding a yeti in his freezer. In other words, it wasn't all that likely.
     
    Suddenly deciding that one of the employees at Big Wow Burgers the night before had slipped some LSD onto his burger as a joke, Rick pushed himself up from his bed and just chalked the whole Jizzy episode up to be nothing more than an drug-induced illusion. Moving past thoughts of the exotic genie, Rick knew he had to get moving if he was going to be at work on time. Like a special operations mission by crack units, Rick had his entire morning routine down to a science. He knew he had ten minutes to take a shower. Then, he'd quickly pack himself a lunch, which he probably won't do because he'll actually take a fifteen minute shower instead, and then he'll rush out the door and down to the seventh avenue subway station for the six-fifteen train to work.
     
    Quickly snatching up a baby blue button-up shirt and a pair of tan slacks from his closet, Rick skipped into the bathroom next to his bedroom, put the clothes down on his closed toilet bowl, and turned the shower on to warm it up. Looking down at his stiff cock still sticking out in front of him like a bowsprit on a pirate ship, Rick felt the overwhelming urge to urinate. Quickly deciding against using the toilet because he didn't want to risk trying to aim into the toilet with a rock-hard dick and spray all over his floor, he decided instead to just let it fly in the shower as he washed. Some might think that's pretty gross, but who'd honestly fucking know? Plus, he scrubbed the shower clean every two weeks anyway. Most importantly of all, it was his fucking shower! He had to listen to everyone else in his life tell him what to do every single day, if he wanted to take a fucking piss in his shower, then he'd take as long a piss as he damn well wanted.
     
    Stepping inside the hot shower then, Rick pulled the shower curtain closed on his left, and he stood under the steaming hot water and closed his eyes. As he stood there, he let the piss bottled up in his bladder drain from his dick, and he closed his eyes and let his mind wander again back to those sexy images in his dreams of Jizzy. Surprisingly, it wasn't the pooch of a butt or an image of a hanging breast he focused on, instead he saw her face in his