Jinn

Chapter 3
The wish unknowingly given

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Chapter Description: Em wishes Paul into an infant unknowingly for 24 hours. Paul transforms and begins the first of his twenty hours hours as a child.

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A few hours had passed since the incidents earlier, Paul had tried to explain the events but stumbled when it came to Jinn.

He’d shown her the comic as evidence, "so what" em replied, "you have hundreds of the bloody things" as she marched past him between rooms.

He rest his forehead against the door waiting for an answer, he lay slumped against the door for hours, waiting for an answer, all he heard was silence.

The silent treatment, he turned and leaned against the door, "Em, I’m sorry, it’s just, oh I can’t even explain, you don’t believe me why would you? You think I’ve gone mad, hell even I think I’ve gone mad but I haven’t."

After a few hours he returned to his room, he saw the comic book in it’s slip, he picked it up slowly, examining it.

He’d never seen anything like it, here, in his hands was a comic book worth millions, older than he but in pristine condition. He was holding one of the rarest comic books in the world but how could he be sure if this was real, if any of it was real.

Perhaps it was just some stupid dream after all? But then there was this, was it real? Was it authentic? Had Paul really met a genie named Jinn or was he dreaming? Why would he dream of a genie and why would he call it Jinn?

It didn’t make any sense. What would Sherlock Holmes do in this situation he thought, if this were a clue against his nemesis Moriarty, what would Holmes do?

It came to him, authenticity, if this comic is the real deal then it must be true, "there’s no way I’d have this comic in this condition" he thought "mine was all screwed up and ruined, worthless, but even finding one like that was like finding a needle in a haystack.

He threw on some clothes and ran out of the house, he didn’t even pick up matching shoes, a trainer and a slipper were all he thought to grab.

Em on the other hand was back in the bathroom, having washed already, and shaved her legs, she was applying moisturizer pondering on the frightful sight of her own brother rolling around in his own ejaculate, having been caught masturbating over an absurd fantasy in her presence, all whilst wearing a Chewbacca outfit. "It’s happening again" she thought, but I can’t cope with this, not now, not alone.

During their pre-teen years Paul was caught waltzing around in a pair of diapers, dressed up as a baby, their father beat the living day lights out of him and their mother was so ashamed she couldn’t even look him in the eyes, it happened more than once, she last remembered it happening when she was twelve years old, he would have been fifteen, she remembered the violent beatings he endured.

She heard the front door slam shut, she peered out the bathroom window and saw Paul hobbling around in mismatching clothes, hopping in a slipper and trying to force his other foot into a trainer. She watched as he wiggled around cursing whilst trying to stamp his foot into the trainer. He had kind of got it but from his unusual limp like walk, she figured he’d just given up on the way to the car.

She reminisced about the good times they had when they were younger, she decided they needed to have a serious talk about his mental health and if needed get him the help he needs to overcome these delusional fantasies of a better youth.

Placing her face in her hands she began to weep. "I just wish, I wish for one day Paul that you’d live out this fantasy life of yours and be over and done with it once and for all."

The lamp in the study began to shiver, violently.

Flames erupted from the spout raging with intensity. A figure blossomed from the fire, growing, tall, slender, womanly, not unlike the motherly figure that had comforted Paul earlier but younger, and prettier.

The smoke receded into itself and left Jinn it it’s place, with a wide mischievous grin.

She bore wonderful golden jewelry, her hair was an intense purple color, her eyes were green as emeralds glistening under the stars. Under her waist line that disappeared down into the lamp, she wore light veils, she was gorgeous.

Jinn tensed her arms and clenched her fists, fire flared from her finger tips as she flexed them, the flames engulfed her hands and more smoke filled the area.

She moved her body mystically, dancing in the newly formed smoke, like an artist painting a picture she twirled, taming it, cultivating the smoke as she saw fit.

The fire now formed into a small tiny flame, it became barely a cinder it rose slowly to those beautiful green eyes, and higher still, Jinn extended her hands, as if to catch the escaping flame, she cupped it, smiling whispered to it, she gently blew and it became but a bumble bee, it darted this way and that, buzzing.

Jinn giggled to herself, "I still got it" she said joyfully as the bumble bee darted out of the window, it took to the skies, it flew as high as an eagle amongst the clouds in search of Paul.

He hadn’t gone far, just into town, he parked his station wagon in the usual spot and crossed the street past the creche, he had a quick peek as he passed the windows, he fiddled with his bald spot to make it look convincing, he was admiring the women, how they treated the children, how he longed for the same affection.

He wandered casually into the store next door with his free hand stuffed into the pocket of his gown. It was a comic book shop. "Hey Marv" Paul said upon entering, Marv didn’t even look up, "Hey Paul, the new line’s in, I’ve put a pair of the first edition aside for you"

"I’m not here for the new line Marv" Paul placed a hand on the counter, Marv looked up in awe, his long greasy hair framed his gaunt, pasty face "Good God what are you weari..JESUS CHRIST IS THAT REAL?!?!"

Paul smiled, looking smug he placed the book on the counter, "that’s what I’m here for Marv, authenticity"

Marv’s jaw dropped as his glove cladded fingers gently turned each page, it’s as if it were printed today!"

"It’s real" Paul asked, feeling rather smug.

"Oh yeah, it’s real all right," Marv replied, "here, get my picture with it would you, I wanna put this baby on face book" Marv handed Paul his Canon digital camera, he uploaded the picture immediately onto facebook and took a great deal more pictures.

"It’s priceless, Paul, where did you get this?" Marv asked after pinning a freshly printed copy and taping it to the wall.

"I can’t tell you that Marv, you would not believe me." Paul dabbed his forehead and wiped his glasses upon his gown. "I thought we could put it in the vault, for safe keeping, and, you know, show it at the next convention, perhaps use it to promote the shop, and display my collection?"

"I’ll lock up the shop, we’ll take it there together, I don’t want some kid getting it, and reading it, and putting their grubby little fingers all over it and all."

Marv and Paul shared a vault in the bank, each of them had a key and the rarest and most expensive of their collections were locked away, safely for the conventions, this was their crowning achievement, they’d spent years looking for this book and finally they had it.

They left the bank jumping around hugging each other, screaming to the world, thanking god for the lucky breaks, two geeky men ready to take on the world, passers by watched as they gloated to the heavens.

And from the heavens it came, the tiny little bee darting around looking for it’s host.

It buzzed around Paul, he didn’t notice at first but then began wildly swiping at the critter, "Hey, Paul you’re only making it angry" Marv called as Paul stumbled this way and that swiping out at the bee cursing it as he did so. It chased him as he started to run, but with such poor fitness he soon keeled with a stitch.

The bee stung him in the neck, Paul let out a whiny scream of rage, "Ow, god dammit, and my day was so good"

Paul slowed, his sight blurred, his whole world contracted around him as, his breath became short and his legs felt weak.

He sought refuse in the creche, stumbling inside he looked for a chair, he was perspiring a lot. "Ah, oh god I must be allergic" he cried.

His clothing was damp and begun to cling to his body, he started to convulse, heaving dry, he ran to the toilets, his world was spinning yet no one seemed to notice his predicament, he had entered the little boys room, he noticed the tiny urinals upon the wall but that didn’t bother him, his mouth was bone dry, he made for the tap but collapsed into darkness.

Writhing in the darkness, constricted, restrained he panicked for any light, screamed out loud "Ah, help, help me god dammit," but it was a childish voice that spoke. Screaming more so he reached into the light.

A boy crawled out from the pile of clothes and regained his feet.

He held his hands out in front of him and proded himself gently, "God dammit, I’m a boy again" he said cheerfully.

"Watch your tongue young man, I didn’t raise you to speak with such foul language" Jinn was standing above Paul, she had regained the form of his mother, but had retained her own green eyes, her dark mahogany colored hair was lose and straightened in a modern fashion.

"Mommy?" Said Paul as she grabbed him by the wrist and delivered a sharp slap across his buttocks, Paul winced as he felt the sharp tingle of the slap, he felt upset, he wanted to cry but his adult self told him not to, he stared ahead somewhat shaken as another blow landed on his behind.

"Ah" tears tumbled down his cheeks, "Ah" as another blow landed, "now what do you say" asked Jinn, "I’m sorry mommy, I’m sorry"

Paul was crying a lot, his behind was burning as Jinn collected the boy and cradled him, "now we’ve got that out of the way honey, lets get you dressed." Jinn spoke softly, smiling sweetly at the boy, she raised her hands and clapped swiftly, twice.

A light puff of smoke covered the boy and cleared quickly, a pair of training pants had wrapped around his groin, they were a perfect fit, warm and snug..

Clothes materialized flying around the boy, darting around him, a t-shirt wrestled with his arms as a pair of socks were nibbling at his feet. He kicked losing his balance as a pair of shorts slid up around his training pants. Velcro sneaker fastened to his feet and his colorful t-shirt popped over his dark full head of hair.

Jinn bent down to the boy and ruffled his hair, he looked back at her, "Jinn what’s hap.." another blow landed this time to his wrist, he winced again in pain. "Oh I’m sorry sweety but you have to call me mommy ok?"

"I’m sorry... mommy, I’m sorry" he whined as she pulled him close, he hugged Jinn her around the legs and she rubbed his hair, cradling his head, she knelt down to his level, "now Paul, do you know how old you are? Can you show mommy? Raise your fingers"

Paul held out his hands, he looked as his soft babyish hands, he didn’t know, he was young, that was all he knew, he looked up with his hands raised palms facing forward, "ummm," Jinn pointed at the hand, as if her hand was a gun she "pewed" down a finger.

Paul repeated and giggled, I’m four he laughed, waving his hands around, as if they were guns in a western, "pew, pew, pew" He giggled and laughed in excitement.

Jinn however was leaving the toilet, she held her hand out for him to take, "come on Pauly" Jinn smiled in a way that he never remembered his mother smiling, it was amazing, and she was all his, he grabbed her by the hand gripping it tightly as they left the toilet.

Before him was the most amazing place in the world, ball pits and slides, colorful mats and swings, from his view point it was huge, bigger than ever. There were other children there, playing, the same age as him, some were bigger, he wasn’t the largest, he wasn’t out of place, his dreams were reality.

He turned to Jinn in amazement, she collected his hand, walking him to the ball pit, she stopped at the edge and looked at him with that beaming smile and those gorgeous green eyes that looked right through him, "It’s play time."

He didn’t need to be told twice "Yipeee, ahahaha"

 

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