"I wish someone who knew what they were doing was here," said the girl.
"No!" exclaimed Jessie.
Mark appeared, clad only in pajama bottoms, having obviously just been sleeping. "What the fuck?" he blurted, then blinked and asked, "What is a cheerleader doing with your bottle? Wait, never mind." He easily grabbed it out of the stunned girl's hand, then turned and pointed to Jessie. "Tell me what's going on."
Jessie remembered he could still fully control her without a wish as she said breathlessly, "Master, it was that woman, Heather, you brought home last night -- she took your bottle, and she let me out while she was driving to the airport -- and then after we parked the car, somehow this woman made a wish that she could be home and sleep for 12 hours, so we were both suddenly here -- I don't know where Heather is."
"And you're the daughter?" Mark asked. "Girls aren't usually dressed like that at 5:00 in the morning, so can I assume you wished to be a cheerleader or something?"
"I-I wished to be popular," she said. "I didn't think it was real."
"Anyone else in the house?"
"My dad and my brother."
"Okay, let's see," said Mark, his enhanced IQ working on a plan. "I wish, no matter where the genie's bottle is or who's holding it, that the only person whose wishes will be granted is me. I wish that I can always teleport the bottle to me when I desire. I wish that no one but me can reveal the existence of a genie in any way, including telling anyone about the effects of wishes that have been granted, unless I say otherwise. I wish my pheromones, in addition to attracting and arousing women, made men compliant in my presence. And I wish your dad and your brother were awake and coming downstairs."
Just as Mark had wished, a man in his late 40s clad in a full set of pajamas, and a boy of about 16 in a T-shirt and boxers, soon arrived. "What's going on?" asked the man as he idly scratched his enlarged middle-aged belly through his pajama top. He then saw the woman on the floor and exclaimed, "Oh, my God! What happened to my wife?! Who are you?!"
"Calm down," said Mark, putting up his hands. "She's just asleep. The result of a wish, I guess. Your daughter made a wish, too, that made her look like that."
"What does that mean?" asked the man. "It's a little early in the morning for her to be in her cheerleader outfit, but she's always looked like that."
"No, Dad, I haven't!" insisted his teenage daughter. "I wished to be popular!"
"Ah, yes," said Mark. "The wishes change reality, so if you're not around to hear them, you won't know anything's changed."
The son blurted, "I wish I was the most popular guy at school!"
"Sorry, kid, but I'm the genie's master," said Mark. "But let me tell you what I'm going to do here..."