Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master 481 Perfectly Healthy

"Well, you say you can make changes to me. As you have my perfect body, I guess I should have yours."

She frowned slightly. "But you already do, master."

He gave her a flat 'yeah, right' stare through the mirror. "This," he said, pointing to his reflection, "is your dream body?"

She smiled and nodded eagerly.

He stared at her some more, then, "So, if I were to ask you to, say, make it more physically fit, then you would find it less than perfect?"

"No, Jack."

"So what would make it not your dream body?"
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"Nothing. Any way you want your body, I will find it perfect."

He looked at her in befuddled disbelief. She shrugged. "That's the way I'm wired, Jack."

His expression changed to surprise at her use of so current an expression. She frowned back slightly.

"Did I not use that correctly?"

He tilted his head slightly, then raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Yeah, pretty much. Where'd you hear it?"

"From your head. Where else?"

He glanced at her at the near smart-a.s.s response, grunted, and then turned his attention back to his reflection. He tried again. "Ok, let's say, theoretically, that I wanted you to pick out, among all the men in the world, your second-most perfect body. Show me what he looks like."

Tingle. A three dimensional, two foot tall image of a man appeared in front of them in mid-air and rotated slowly. It looked just like him. Jack put his face in his hands and shook his head, then stopped.

"Are you saying that there is another guy out there that looks like that, like me?" he asked, m.u.f.fled, through his hands.

"Yes, Jack."

He sighed. "Make it go away."

"Yes, Jack."

He thought for another moment, and then removed his hands. "Ok, let's try this. Make me... you can undo anything we change, right?"

"Yes, Jack."

"Ok, first of all, make me perfectly healthy, head to toe." Tingle. Flash.

He immediately noticed several differences; his eyesight improved, although he hadn't realized it had degraded, a few small aches disappeared that he didn't even realize he had until they were gone, his body, while still not buff, lost several pounds, an old scar over one eye from diving off the bed head-first when he was four disappeared.

"Um, better leave the scar. That might be hard to explain to my mother."

It reappeared.