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Gus walked out of the movie theater, feeling…mostly satisfied. He had just seen the newest Thor movie, Love and Thunder, and while he had enjoyed it, Gus felt that it was a little too over the top and didn’t have the same refreshing humor that Thor Ragnarok had. It had spent way too much time trying to be funny instead of just letting itself flow naturally, and most of the humor felt manufactured instead of natural, again, like Thor Ragnarok’s humor had been. The best parts of the movie had been, however, the characters of Valkyrie and Mighty Thor aka Jane Foster, played by Tessa Thompson and Natalie Portman, respectively.

Oh Natalie Portman…Gus had low key been in love with her ever since seeing her in Star Wars: Attack of the Clones back in the day. He’d just been on the other side of the puberty fence and everything about Natalie had wooed him (especially her white shirt that was designed to tear in perfect sections). He’d watched most of her movies over the years and was thrilled when she was cast as Jane in the first Thor film and heavily, heavily disappointed that she’d been written out of the Marvel Cinematic Universe following her refusal to promote Thor 2 because Patty Jenkins hadn’t been allowed to direct it. But Gus wasn’t a creeper, he didn’t fantasize over Natalie or have his apartment wallpapered in photos of her, he just thought she was a great and very attractive actress. Even more so in this film, where she was kicking ass and taking names and had put on a very sexy amount of muscle to embody the character of Mighty Thor aka Jane Foster for one last (maybe) time in the role after she and Marvel had made amends. But Natalie’s new physique had made Gus feel a little self-conscious about his own; he was more than a little overweight and now that he was in his early thirties he was already balding just a bit. In short he wasn’t very attractive, and as a geek at his age and looking the way he did his prospects for female companionship, especially one that looked like Natalie Portman, was a pipe dream.

“Man, I kill for just a little bit of muscle” Gus said sadly to himself as he walked to his car. Maybe if he actually looked like Thor he could get a girlfriend that was as sexy as Natalie Portman, or Tessa Thompson or, well, any of the Marvel ladies. But that require far more work than he was willing to commit to doing. He walked across the parking lot in the mid-morning sun, having gone to the earliest showing to avoid the crowds (and kids) that would undoubtedly fill the theater in the afternoon and evening. The overweight geek felt safe enough in the sun with only a couple of other people, early birds like himself, dispersing to their vehicles but as he approached his car, he saw it. It was a brown paper bag, crumpled and torn as if someone had thrown it, lying sideways next to the driver-side door. “What the hell?” He muttered, looking around for a possible assailant or vandal, but seeing nothing but the cinema’s sparsely populated parking lot and the light highway traffic.

Gus bent over and carefully picked the bag up, feeling the weight of something heavy inside of it. He held the bag between his index finger and his thumb in his left hand while his index finger of his right carefully wiggled the crumpled head of the bag until there was an opening large enough for the heavy nerd to look inside. A hole on the side of the bag illuminated something that was metallic and bronze colored, and after a moment of thought Gus set the bag back down on the asphalt of the parking lot and cautiously tipped the bag over, gasping in surprise as a antique looking lamp spilled noisily out onto the pavement.

“Oh, no way!” Gus exclaimed in excitement, looking around and spotting one of those hokey ‘knick knack’ stores that catered to old ladies, wine moms and people who thought that they had taste but clearly didn’t (after all how many ‘Live Laugh Love’ signs did someone actually need in their house?) next to the movie theater. “Huh, guess someone dropped this? Pretty neat, though!” Gus turned the lamp over in his hands a couple of times, searching for a bar code or maybe even a receipt so he could be a good Samaritan and turn it in, but there was nothing, just polished brass. With a shrug, a playful smile and giving into a base instinct, Gus gave the lamp’s side despite knowing full well nothing was going to happen.

Which was why, when something did happen, he dropped the lamp like it was a hot coal fresh out of a fire. Despite the mid-morning wind, a cloud of purple smoke filled the parking lot until Gus was surrounded by it, no longer being able to see the movie theater, the highway or even the cars next to him, just a dense fogbank of purple. And then without warning, a enormous, muscled purple man who was absolutely stark naked, and a exposed, rigid dick that was the length (and near girth) of Gus’s forearm! The curly goatee’d face of the strange man glared down at him with eyes that burned pure amber.

“Mortal, I am very busy! Say your wish! You only get one! I have things to…well, do!” The purple man who, by Gus’s panicked mind assumed was an actual living genie, demanded, his voice full of anger. Gus gulped as he stared at the genie’s rippling muscles and enormous sex organ and felt entirely inadequate.

“U-um, aren’t I s-supposed to g-get three w-wishes?” The overweight geek stuttered, getting a very annoyed, giant eyeroll in return.

“NO! You get one wish! You are keeping me from my own pleasures, mortal!” The genie roared once more, raising a club-like fist that could easily cave in Gus’s smaller skull.

“O-okay okay! I, um w-wish that I looked like Thor from the recent movie?” Gus stammered again, his mind defaulting to his most recent desire. He kicked himself mentally just as soon as he said it, knowing that he should have wished for billions of dollars or something more than just muscles. He could have gotten those on his own! But then he frowned as the genie’s face took on an immense frown of confusion.

“I do not know what a Thor is. Be still” The so-far-nameless genie muttered, and pointed a long finger at Gus’s forehead. The tip of the finger glowed amber for a moment and Gus felt a slight burning sensation before the genie withdrew the finger and nodded, a satisfied look on his face. “You mortals and your superhero movies. Such pathetic pastimes you have. But so as you wish it, so it shall be done. Granted!” The genie snapped his giant fingers and Gus felt his body tingling.

The first change was his clothes, the loose fitting blue fabric turning red in some areas while parts of his outfit turned black, and other parts turned a shimmering silver! A long cape exploded from the color of his shirt, and he watched in amazement as gauntlets formed around his wrists! And hanging from his hands was a large, blocky hammer! It looked a little cracked but…Wait. The final part of the uniform was the helmet, a winged bucket with two eye holes that settled over his forehead. Then the physical changes began. Immediately Gus’s lumpy, flabby body firmed up, the fat boiling away as his limbs and stomach shrank inward and grew dense and firm. But just even as his muscles appeared, his body continued to…shrink? Then Gus felt the wind get knocked out of his stomach as his gut deflated inward, followed by a bloated sensation as his chest began to expand outward against the leather material of his uniform! His bones creaked and burned as his hips widened as his hands and feet became stronger, yet smaller than they’d ever been before!

The feeling of breasts and a large ass didn’t truly feel strange to Gus, given how overweight he had been, but on a body that was, muscles notwithstanding, small? His center of gravity was way, way off. His face began itching as the bones and flesh reshaped themselves as his masculinity looks were transformed into that of a radiant, blonde beauty as hair fell like a waterfall across his small shoulders and a small hand touched newly puffy, pouty lips. The final change was the slight pinch in his crotch as Gus’s genitals were pulled up inside him, flipping inside out as they formed a womanly slit and two ovaries beneath a patch of blonde bush.

“Oh. Oh my GOD!” Gus shouted, his voice high and sexy. He grapped his throat with a tiny hand. He looked up from his changed body, new eyes bulging wide as he realized the smoke was gone, the genie having retreated back into his lamp. Gus reached for it, but a sneaker-covered foot suddenly knocked it away under a nearby car!

“Oh wow! I LOVE your cosplay! Did the movie theater hire you to promote the movie? Oh! Can I get a photo!?” A girl, probably just out of her teens, gushed as she (and a crowd of afternoon movie-goers) had suddenly appeared in the parking lot, their eyes all locked on Gus.

"Yeah! Do you, take cash for pics!?" Another girl with a '#Mighty Thor Not Lady Thor' t-shirt on said.

“What? I…” Gus started, but then something clicked in his mind. Instead of trying to interrogate the girl about what she may have seen, instead Gus…Giselle (the name just popped into his mind), struck a heroic pose as the girl squealed and whipped out her phone. And there Gus would remain, a prisoner in his own body, until the last of the movie-goers had taken their pictures with the hot cosplayer girl had gone inside the theater building.

“Oh shit, I should have specified WHICH Thor!” Gus hissed in his new voice, “I gotta find that lamp, I gotta wish to be a MALE Thor! Not Mighty Thor!” The man turned woman began checking under each car in the parking lot, hoping beyond hope, that he could find the lamp. Yet the lamp was gone, and Gus, now Giselle, would just have to deal with being a female cosplayer for the rest of her life.

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Gus walked out of the movie theater, feeling…mostly satisfied. He had just seen the newest Thor movie, Love and Thunder, and while he had enjoyed it, Gus felt that it was a little too over the top and didn’t have the same refreshing humor that Thor Ragnarok had. It had spent way too much time trying to be funny instead of just letting itself flow naturally, and most of the humor felt manufactured instead of natural, again, like Thor Ragnarok’s humor had been. The best parts of the movie had been, however, the characters of Valkyrie and Mighty Thor aka Jane Foster, played by Tessa Thompson and Natalie Portman, respectively.

Oh Natalie Portman…Gus had low key been in love with her ever since seeing her in Star Wars: Attack of the Clones back in the day. He’d just been on the other side of the puberty fence and everything about Natalie had wooed him (especially her white shirt that was designed to tear in perfect sections). He’d watched most of her movies over the years and was thrilled when she was cast as Jane in the first Thor film and heavily, heavily disappointed that she’d been written out of the Marvel Cinematic Universe following her refusal to promote Thor 2 because Patty Jenkins hadn’t been allowed to direct it. But Gus wasn’t a creeper, he didn’t fantasize over Natalie or have his apartment wallpapered in photos of her, he just thought she was a great and very attractive actress. Even more so in this film, where she was kicking ass and taking names and had put on a very sexy amount of muscle to embody the character of Mighty Thor aka Jane Foster for one last (maybe) time in the role after she and Marvel had made amends. But Natalie’s new physique had made Gus feel a little self-conscious about his own; he was more than a little overweight and now that he was in his early thirties he was already balding just a bit. In short he wasn’t very attractive, and as a geek at his age and looking the way he did his prospects for female companionship, especially one that looked like Natalie Portman, was a pipe dream.

“Man, I kill for just a little bit of muscle” Gus said sadly to himself as he walked to his car. Maybe if he actually looked like Thor he could get a girlfriend that was as sexy as Natalie Portman, or Tessa Thompson or, well, any of the Marvel ladies. But that require far more work than he was willing to commit to doing. He walked across the parking lot in the mid-morning sun, having gone to the earliest showing to avoid the crowds (and kids) that would undoubtedly fill the theater in the afternoon and evening. The overweight geek felt safe enough in the sun with only a couple of other people, early birds like himself, dispersing to their vehicles but as he approached his car, he saw it. It was a brown paper bag, crumpled and torn as if someone had thrown it, lying sideways next to the driver-side door. “What the hell?” He muttered, looking around for a possible assailant or vandal, but seeing nothing but the cinema’s sparsely populated parking lot and the light highway traffic.

Gus bent over and carefully picked the bag up, feeling the weight of something heavy inside of it. He held the bag between his index finger and his thumb in his left hand while his index finger of his right carefully wiggled the crumpled head of the bag until there was an opening large enough for the heavy nerd to look inside. A hole on the side of the bag illuminated something that was metallic and bronze colored, and after a moment of thought Gus set the bag back down on the asphalt of the parking lot and cautiously tipped the bag over, gasping in surprise as a antique looking lamp spilled noisily out onto the pavement.

“Oh, no way!” Gus exclaimed in excitement, looking around and spotting one of those hokey ‘knick knack’ stores that catered to old ladies, wine moms and people who thought that they had taste but clearly didn’t (after all how many ‘Live Laugh Love’ signs did someone actually need in their house?) next to the movie theater. “Huh, guess someone dropped this? Pretty neat, though!” Gus turned the lamp over in his hands a couple of times, searching for a bar code or maybe even a receipt so he could be a good Samaritan and turn it in, but there was nothing, just polished brass. With a shrug, a playful smile and giving into a base instinct, Gus gave the lamp’s side despite knowing full well nothing was going to happen.

Which was why, when something did happen, he dropped the lamp like it was a hot coal fresh out of a fire. Despite the mid-morning wind, a cloud of purple smoke filled the parking lot until Gus was surrounded by it, no longer being able to see the movie theater, the highway or even the cars next to him, just a dense fogbank of purple. And then without warning, a enormous, muscled purple man who was absolutely stark naked, and a exposed, rigid dick that was the length (and near girth) of Gus’s forearm! The curly goatee’d face of the strange man glared down at him with eyes that burned pure amber.

“Mortal, I am very busy! Say your wish! You only get one! I have things to…well, do!” The purple man who, by Gus’s panicked mind assumed was an actual living genie, demanded, his voice full of anger. Gus gulped as he stared at the genie’s rippling muscles and enormous sex organ and felt entirely inadequate.

“U-um, aren’t I s-supposed to g-get three w-wishes?” The overweight geek stuttered, getting a very annoyed, giant eyeroll in return.

“NO! You get one wish! You are keeping me from my own pleasures, mortal!” The genie roared once more, raising a club-like fist that could easily cave in Gus’s smaller skull.

“O-okay okay! I, um w-wish that I looked like Thor from the recent movie?” Gus stammered again, his mind defaulting to his most recent desire. He kicked himself mentally just as soon as he said it, knowing that he should have wished for billions of dollars or something more than just muscles. He could have gotten those on his own! But then he frowned as the genie’s face took on an immense frown of confusion.

“I do not know what a Thor is. Be still” The so-far-nameless genie muttered, and pointed a long finger at Gus’s forehead. The tip of the finger glowed amber for a moment and Gus felt a slight burning sensation before the genie withdrew the finger and nodded, a satisfied look on his face. “You mortals and your superhero movies. Such pathetic pastimes you have. But so as you wish it, so it shall be done. Granted!” The genie snapped his giant fingers and Gus felt his body tingling.

The first change was his clothes, the loose fitting blue fabric turning red in some areas while parts of his outfit turned black, and other parts turned a shimmering silver! A long cape exploded from the color of his shirt, and he watched in amazement as gauntlets formed around his wrists! And hanging from his hands was a large, blocky hammer! It looked a little cracked but…Wait. The final part of the uniform was the helmet, a winged bucket with two eye holes that settled over his forehead. Then the physical changes began. Immediately Gus’s lumpy, flabby body firmed up, the fat boiling away as his limbs and stomach shrank inward and grew dense and firm. But just even as his muscles appeared, his body continued to…shrink? Then Gus felt the wind get knocked out of his stomach as his gut deflated inward, followed by a bloated sensation as his chest began to expand outward against the leather material of his uniform! His bones creaked and burned as his hips widened as his hands and feet became stronger, yet smaller than they’d ever been before!

The feeling of breasts and a large ass didn’t truly feel strange to Gus, given how overweight he had been, but on a body that was, muscles notwithstanding, small? His center of gravity was way, way off. His face began itching as the bones and flesh reshaped themselves as his masculinity looks were transformed into that of a radiant, blonde beauty as hair fell like a waterfall across his small shoulders and a small hand touched newly puffy, pouty lips. The final change was the slight pinch in his crotch as Gus’s genitals were pulled up inside him, flipping inside out as they formed a womanly slit and two ovaries beneath a patch of blonde bush.

“Oh. Oh my GOD!” Gus shouted, his voice high and sexy. He grapped his throat with a tiny hand. He looked up from his changed body, new eyes bulging wide as he realized the smoke was gone, the genie having retreated back into his lamp. Gus reached for it, but a sneaker-covered foot suddenly knocked it away under a nearby car!

“Oh wow! I LOVE your cosplay! Did the movie theater hire you to promote the movie? Oh! Can I get a photo!?” A girl, probably just out of her teens, gushed as she (and a crowd of afternoon movie-goers) had suddenly appeared in the parking lot, their eyes all locked on Gus.

"Yeah! Do you, take cash for pics!?" Another girl with a '#Mighty Thor Not Lady Thor' t-shirt on said.

“What? I…” Gus started, but then something clicked in his mind. Instead of trying to interrogate the girl about what she may have seen, instead Gus…Giselle (the name just popped into his mind), struck a heroic pose as the girl squealed and whipped out her phone. And there Gus would remain, a prisoner in his own body, until the last of the movie-goers had taken their pictures with the hot cosplayer girl had gone inside the theater building.

“Oh shit, I should have specified WHICH Thor!” Gus hissed in his new voice, “I gotta find that lamp, I gotta wish to be a MALE Thor! Not Mighty Thor!” The man turned woman began checking under each car in the parking lot, hoping beyond hope, that he could find the lamp. Yet the lamp was gone, and Gus, now Giselle, would just have to deal with being a female cosplayer for the rest of her life.