Belly Dancer - TG

Norton flipped the channel up; nothing. He flipped the channel down; no better results. Undeterred he checked the menu for what would come on next, and then sighed. He wondered whether there were any good books in the house.

"God I wish something good was on TV," he muttered after a moment, and then blinked. He had the sudden sense of being watched.

"Something with belly dancing maybe?" asked a voice. He jumped a little, lifting a bowl of popcorn he couldn't remember getting in the process. A manicured hand dug itself into the bowl, lifting it to a perfectly formed and pouty lips. "Hold that for me, will ya?' she demanded around a mouthful of popcorn. "Wish detection is hungry work. And thirsty," she admitted.

There was a soda in his hand. She leaned forward to sip from it, granting an extent of cleavage in the process. He pulled his eyes away from that for a moment in order to take the intruder in. Full brown hair framed a delicate looking face in what looked to be an equally delicate style, curving around her hips and dipping all the way down her back, with a collection of strands falling over her shoulder and between her breasts. She was wearing a diaphanous harem outfit, a fact that threatened to drag his attention back for a moment before he jerked down to her barely covered legs. They were long and luscious, except for the feet, which faded into a puff of smoke.

"Does that… um… hurt?" he muttered after a moment. She blinked up at him from slurping her soda, golden eyes looking wide an innocent as she carefully arranged the fabric above her nipples.

"Does what hurt?" she whispered, stroking his hand when she'd finished her drinking. He glanced back down towards her feet again; perfectly whole. "And more importantly," she whispered in his ear, reaching into a bag candy on his lap. "Do you want a belly dancer to be on TV or not?"

"I suppose?" he whispered. She smiled. There was a breeze against his stomach, which made sense since he wasn't wearing anything on it. He blinked, and then looked down again, touching smooth flesh. His stomach felt smaller, his sides narrower. His hips were suddenly wider between one blink and the next, his thighs thick and rubbing against clear leggings. His hand shoved down between his legs to have the resistance disappear. He blinked at the girl. "What?"

"Just a test," she promised, stroking his hair. It was down to the floor in length. Her other hand circled to his chest, squeezing the breast filling his new top to bursting, and stroking the nipple lightly with her thumb. He tried not to gasp; he didn't think flesh should be able to feel that way.

"A test?" his voice was coming out squeaky. A light fingertip brushed his cheek, tracing unfamiliar contours; he wondered if the girl looked smaller than before.

"A test," she repeated, leaning forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. He felt electrified. "A test for my favorite girl."

"Girl?" Nora whispered. She shook her head, trying to clear it; she was male, but it seemed harder to care. She wanted to stand and do something, but the woman was already in her lap, smiling up. "Who are you, anyway?"

"Cameron," she whispered, kissing Nora lightly on the lips. "And you're Nora, right?"

Nora nodded, biting her lip and then relaxing. Information about identity didn't seem so important anymore as it had a moment ago. She laughed a little at her own foolishness, brushing at her own hair. Her bottom seemed a little bigger, but that was to be expected of someone who was forcefully being turned into a girl. She fidgeted just enough to get comfortable on it, adjusting the cloth at her breasts at crotch until Cameron got up.

"You going to belly dance, now?" the genie asked, a slight smile on her lips.

Nora grinned, happy to identify the urge. "I'm in the clothes for it, right?" she demanded. Her body felt light as a feather when she stood, her body moving into the motions. The TV's background noise filled her head as she gyrated, catching glimpses of her body occasionally through half slitted eyes. It seemed to be blurring

"I really wanted to test it, when they told me I could do it," Cameron whispered after a moment. "Turning someone into a genie, I mean. I considered letting the person go free, but I don't really want the competition…" She smiled softly, placing her arms over Nora's shoulders, her hands on Nora's stomach and her bones crossed over Nora's chest. They seemed to sink through the flesh a little. "That's why I decided to bottle you."

"Bottle me?" The belly dancer's voice sounded hollow to her ears. She glanced down at her arm, watching it disappear in surprise.

"Bottle you," Cameron confirmed. "The TV isn't exactly the most traditional vessel, of course, but it's made of glass and capable of holding the proper enchantments… I think you're going to have fun belly dancing your way across the television programs for a long time to come," she promised, releasing her hand.

Nora had enough time to wonder what was being mentioned before her last molecule faded, sucked into the television and reforming with her already dancing body. Whatever Cameron had meant could wait anyhow, she decided, noticing a man staring at her beneath a canopy of banana leaves.

Nature programs were always the most fun for a good mating dance.