A thousand years the djinn lay trapped. His anger festering until the day I pulled the stopper. His promise: three wishes, one day to enjoy them, then my death to atone for the millennium lost.
“Is it true that I may wish you free? Will you let me live?”
“Perhaps.”
“Then but one wish! A magic ring to take the form of anyone whose image I see!”
A ring he surrenders. Picture of Bailey Jay in hand I don the ring, and I am her! Taking human form, the djinn grants my unspoken second wish.
1001 nights have passed….
