Christina rubbed the lamp furiously as pink smoke billowed out of it.
“Hello there, ready for another wish?” The genie chirped.
“Indeed I am.” Christina replies.
“Woah, hold on, you can’t be serious.” Sam interjected.
“I haven’t been more serious in my life,” Christina declared, “If changing one girl improved things around here, changing a second will serve us well.”
“How exactly?” Sam asked.
“Your right...” Christina smiles, “it’s not like I wish a certain blonde WASN’T Colin’s perfect little maid.”
Sam froze in fear; the blonde amazon wasn’t too eager to spend her days dusting.
Sam curled up as the gas cloud formed... and went directly past her.
The genie snapped her fingers and the cloud popped back in; out came Jamie in star sunglasses twerking to a song that wasn’t playing.
“Hey, how’d I get back here... and why’s everything messy?” The ditzy blonde asked.
With another snap of the genie’s fingers, Jamie blankly stood at attention as her clothes began to change. The sunglasses moved to the top of her head where they stretched and morphed into a frilly maid’s headdress. Her pigtails became undone and fashioned themselves into a braid befitting a princess. Her breasts shrunk down to size 34 D as the mass transferred to her buttocks. The tank top stretched out to form a tight black dress with puffy sleeves and frilly trim with a heart shaped cleavage window. Her pink heels turned black as long white stockings travelled up her legs and snapped to a materialized garter belt.
“Jamie?” Sam asked as she blinked a few times, “How was the party?”
“Whatever do you mean? I don’t party, especially not when master’s house is a mess.” Jamie asked as she got to work. She swept the floor with machine like precision, swooping up the trash in a flash as she dusted everything off.
“There we go.” Jamie smiled as a dinging noise went off, “Oh, the cookies are done.”
“Cookies?” Sam and Christina asked as Jamie pulled out a fresh batch of peanut butter cookies. They weren’t burnt, and they smelled good!
“Oi, those biscuits I smell?” Marnie asked.
“No, they’re cookies.” Jamie smiled as she swatted the punk’s hand, “And Colin’s getting some first.”
“Ow, what the bloomin’ hell?!” Marnie snapped.
“A good maid serves her master before anyone else.” Jamie smiles as Colin walks in.
“Jamie?” Colin asked in shock.
“Hello my lovely master.” Jamie greeted as she curtsied as she pecked him on the cheek “I’ve taken care of the mess in the living room and made your favorite cookies.”
“You made these?” Lucy asked, “Why do they look edible?”
Jamie giggles softly, replying “A good maid must good what pleases her master’s palette.”
“Since when where you a bleedin’ maid?” Marnie asked.
Colin and the tomboys turned to Christina.