Jeanie was looking for something to do in the park while his son was playing on the sandbox. After transforming his friend, Theodore, she realized she barely know about men. She was born in a female shape and was raised between women slaves and priestess for hundreds of years. Her male master didn't care about their physical appearances so she hadn't any opportunity to learn about men, their behavoir, their bodies or anything else, except for their greed and ambition.
Jeanie was thinking how to learn more about men when a boy, brown haired, green eyes and maybe 12 years old sat next to her on the bench. She saw he was using a weird device on his hand and he was too distracted by it that he didn't saw a squirrel walking down him. She used her magic to read his thoughts and she found out the device was a cell pone and it's battery was dying. She used her magic again to empty its energy and then she could be able to talk with the guy. When the mobile turned off, the boy just stayed sat and crossed his arms.
"Hi. My name is Jeanie!" She said happily. "Who are you?"
"Uhm? Are you talking to me?" The boy said, he sounded surprised. "I'm Marcus."
"Nice to meet you, Marcus." Jeanie said. "And what are you doing here? A boy like you in a sunny day like this...?"
"I'm looking after my little bro, Theo." He pointed to the sandbox. "He's playing over there with that other boy with the white singlet."
"He's my son, Patrick." Jeanie said. "I'm looking after him too."
"Oh, so that means we both are here waiting until they finished playing." Marcus said. "And Theo likes to play wrestling for hours, specially if he founds another wrestler. Sometimes he plays with me, but he is too strong that I can't endure against him."
"My Patrick loves wrestling too, so I'm sure they are having a great time in the sandbox." Jeanie replied.
"I think so." Marcus sighed. "That means, I'll wait here for some hours. I wish my phone wasn't dead... This could be boring."
"I think it won't." Jeanie said. "I'm having a good moment talking with you."
"Me too." Marcus said with a little smile. "It's just that I'm not very chatty, specially with woman like you..."
"What do you mean?" Jeanie said a little astounded.
"Sorry. I wanted to say, beautiful, pretty..." Marcus said. "A model like woman."
"Do you think I'm pretty?" Jeanie said.
"Of course, any man could think it." Marcus said. "You look gorgeus."
"Oh, wow. Thank you." Jeanie said. "I used to think I'm pretty because the women where I grew told me I was. But I had never heard that compliment from a man."
"I think you don't hang around with men so often, right?" Marcus said and Jeanie nodded. "Well, I can help you a little if you want it. You can ask me anything you want to know about men. I'm not an expert about it, but I'll do my best."
"Oh, really? Thank you!" Jeanie said. "But I'm not very good with questions, maybe you can show me instead."
"Show you...?" Marcus said confused. "How?"
"I'm a genie." She said. "I can change the reality at will."
"Haha... You're so funny." Marcus said. "If you're a genie where is your lamp?"
"I'm a free genie." Jeanie said. "I don't need it anymore and I don't grant wishes neither."
"I don't trust you" Marcus said. "Genies don't exist. They're fantasy creatures like mermaids or giants."
"I think you won't believe me if I don't show you my magic before." Jeanie replied. "Maybe this could change your mind."
Jeanie winked and Marcus' clothes turned into a loincloth. He was stunned, she was a real genie after all, he thought.
"Wow! My clothes!" He said. "They vanished in the air!"
"Do you believe now?" Jeanie said and Marcus nodded. "Ok, so now. You told me that you will help me to understand men, right?"
"I guess..." Marcus said while he fitted his loincloth, "What do you want to know?"
"Well..."