Jenny stood there in the living room, holding the bottle and looking at Genie, when her brother Walter walked in the door. "Woah!" he said, looking at Genie. "Who's the smokin' hottie?"
Genie bellydanced with delight upon hearing that she was indeed, as wished for, a smokin' hottie. "I am the Genie of the bottle your sister now holds, and by ancient law, I grant three wishes to whoever holds my bottle."
"Yeah, right," Walter said, grinning at Jenny. "Really, who's your hot friend, sis?"
Jenny grinned back. "Really, she's the Genie of the bottle."
"Oh yeah?" said Walter. "Prove it."
Jenny looked at Walter. Her brother was a total geek, and always embarrassing her around her friends because he was a scrawny little nerd. "Sure," Jenny said. "Genie, I wish my brother here were a total total babe. I mean, absolutely hunkalicious."
Genie nodded slowly. "I believe I understand, but as you know, standards of beauty change given years. Would you have some references?"
Jenny waved to the magazine stand and the book shelf. Genie quickly flipped through the underwear ads in dad's GQ, the muscle men from Men's Fitness, and a full set of covers of mom's Harlequin romances. Then she began to dance, swirling around Walter in a flurry of veils. "Come, dance with me, mortal!"
Walter was not convinced of her genie-ness from this, but did as any sex-starved teenage geek would when faced with a totally hot chick in harem pants who wanted to dance with him--he joined in. Geekily. Awfully. But Genie began to correct him. "No, you must dance this way..." As she rippled her abdominals, Walter tried to follow along, but failed until she sighed, "No, let me show you with the body alone...."
She blindfolded Walter with one of her veils, then danced around him in the most erotically sensual dance Jenny had ever seen, and as she did it, she stroked his muscles, massaged his neck, unbuttoned his shirt and ran her fingers down his chest. And as she did this, he began to change and grow, slowly at first, but then more, becoming both larger and more beautiful, his muscles swelling, his spine stretching.
Genie encircled his waist with her arms, swaying with him as she unbuttoned and slowly unzipped his pants, rubbing and massaging him as he grew into a bodice ripper underwear model body builder with a killer smile. "Oh man," Walter said from his hunks body in his same old geeky voice, "gotta say I love your new friend, Jennie."
Genie then laid a hand on his adam's apple, causing it to grow slightly and his voice to drop two octaves, becoming deep and rich like a radio announcer doing phone sex. "Hey," said Walter in his new sexy voice, "what's going on?"
Genie whipped her scarf off his head and he stood there, looking down at her and Jenny, as he now stood at least 6'5" and was muscled like a god, wearing nothing more than his massively stretched jockey shorts.
"And what is your third wish, o Master?" Genie asked Jenny as Walter gawked at his amazing new body and his clothes which not longer fit strewn across the floor.