Amy looks up at Genie, who still has her in her hand "Ok, can you put me on the ground please, so I can...oop!"
Amy falls, Genie simply turned her hand over, dropping her mistress, who at her small size feels like she is falling several stories to her living room laminate flooring, letting out a little scream...
... that cuts off with a loud splat, a pink splatter of herself on the floor. Then muffled giggling "Yeah, kinda forgot I could do all this" and the blob pulls back into her human shaped pink form, then begins to grow back to her normal size, then turns human again, smiling "Ok, so yeah, this is really cool, thanks. But um, when I am human, can you make it so I am not as squishy? Be hella embarrassing if I like tripped in public and splatted like that, as my human self" Genie nods "You are still more flexible than normal in human form, no more pain, but not all the way to malleable mistress. Is this your house? It is smaller than I expected." Amy smiles and then blinks "You expected a mansion or something?" Genie nods "When I have been found by people of modest means, they usually wish for material possessions first, but your wishes have been more varied, and I thought maybe it was because you were wealthy, thus not in need of such things"
Amy smiles and shrugs "no, not rich, but not in love with the idea of having lots of stuff: more into making lots of stuff, cmon lemme show you around." But she pauses "Is there some genie rule you have to call me mistress? I mean, can I make it a request or an order or something that you just call me Amy? And do you have a name besides Genie?" Genie blinks and smiles "I am compelled to obey any command and grant any wish...Amy... though it is the first time I have had an owner who asked me to use their name. It feels...odd. I may slip up, but will try to work on it, mist...excuse me, Amy" Amy smiles, then pauses.
"Wait you have to obey whoever opens your bottle, like everything they say?" Genie nods "That is correct Amy... oh and as for my name, it is simply Genie, though you could rename me if you like. I do not recall my name from my human life, as I was cast into slavery at the age of four, and turned into a djinni at the age of 12." Amy looks stricken "You....you don't know your name, you were a slave? That's horrible, and now, all these... wow, how long ago Genie?" Genie stops and thinks "It was several thousand years ago, the time before the pharaohs. It is my lot in life, and I can not be freed, well, I mean I could but I do not want that. Were I freed, I would instantly age to whatever age I would be had I not been bottled up. I would turn to dust instantly, and I do prefer to exist rather than not"
Amy puts a hand on Genie's arm "That is so horrible, I am so sorry for you... I won't free you, but I will try hard to be a good, er mistress for you, and not order you around. I want to treat you like a friend, not a slave. Slavery is not ok in the world today, well, most of the world." Genie nods, brightening a bit "That is good, it is not a state in which a person should live, and yes, I know I exist in exactly that state but I am neither alive nor a person"
Amy keeps getting thrown for loops by all this "Wait, you aren't a person, and you're not alive?" Genie nods "Of course not, I am a magical construct, this is not my body, at least not even close to the one I was when I was alive, and since I am not alive, I also can not die. Similar in some ways to your form when fully pink and pliable"
Amy smiles at that "Ok, so I am sure I could ask questions for a stupid long time, but let me show you around here, not that there is much to see. We, well, this is the living room, and yeah, it's a little small. This was an old garage with an office and apartment, but I took the living room, which was the biggest room, made into a bedroom, and it connects right to the garage which is my studio. So like this used to be the bedroom, but made it a small living room with a TV and sofa." she walks to an open doorway which is the kitchen. It is small, with old appliances, and a small table for two on one side. Amy shows off the fridge and tells Genie she can help herself to stuff when she gets another statement that derails her. "That is kind of you mis...sorry, Amy, but I do not eat" Amy blinks "Don't have to I can understand, but um, like, can you? I mean, do you, would you like to if you can?" Genie chuckles "To be wholly honest, I don't even know, it has been so long, I am so unused to eating or even being given the choice, but I do know it is very nice of you to offer. Being treated as if I were a human woman, even though I only appear as one, is a refreshing change from how masters usually treat me"
Amy shakes her head and leads Genie into the bedroom, which is done in cool colors, and has the main bathroom off of it, though there was a door into from the living room. By now Amy has a sense of things and tells Genie she can use the shower or tub if she wants to, though she figures the rest of the bathroom isn't necessary for her. She then has another thought "Hey, do you like, even sleep? I mean, rest and all? I'd hate for you to go in the bottle, but well, I had an idea, that you could um, just sleep here in the main bedroom. The new abilities you gave me allow me to sleep in the studio and truthfully its my favorite space." Genie is intrigued and surprised Amy offered her bed but nods "I do not really need sleep, but it is pleasing to rest when my master does not need me, so I may take you up on that, but...you wish to sleep in your studio?" Amy nods and opens the door, and heads in.
The studio was two car garage bays, with all the mechanical stuff removed, the doors sealed shut, though the center of each can roll up for natural light. There is a potter's wheel, many easels, a makeshift photo backdrop, two kilns, and shelves upon shelves of art supplies. There are also a few pieces around, paintings, artistic photos, ceramic pieces. Genie walks around "Oh these are lovely Amy, you are very talented, and I can see where your creativity in your wishes comes from" but then Genie looks around and sees no bed, indeed, only a single stool. "But where would you sleep in here Amy, I can not take your bed"
Now it's Amy's turn to smile and she nods "Thanks to you, the room that makes my spirit most comfortable can work just fine. Or rather" and she turns all pink once more, and then shrinks a bit, climbing onto the potter's wheel before shrinking more and then sighing. Her form loses definition and seems to just collapse as a blob of pink clay on the wheel. Her mental giggle can be heard by Genie "See what I mean? thanks to your magic and this wish, I can be comfy anywhere"
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