"You know, I'm feeling a bit peckish, I think I'm going to have you hit a drive thru first, Sahar." Elena said.
"No problem, just tell me where." Sahar drove the classic convertible like she'd been driving for years, totally relaxed behind the wheel. Elena found herself glancing over, envious of the Djinn's long legs. Which was odd, since she'd basically decided to give them to her.
"You know, Elena, you could wish yourself taller, it wouldn't hurt anything I'm sure."
Elena blushed and looked away. "Sorry! I shouldn't stare."
"Oh Elena, haven't I told you? I don't mind you staring at me at all. You decided on this body, obviously you want to admire your handiwork." Sahar replied, gently.
"I know. But I don't want to objectify you or anything. As for changing myself, well...I'm attracted primarily to two kinds of girls. Pretty ones, that is. Either girls who are taller than me, or shorter than me. Weird, huh?"
"Ah, and a taller Elena has more of one, and less of the other?" Sahar smiled softly.
"Basically, yeah."
"You know, unlike some other Djinn, my wishes can be reversed. So you could try out being taller, and if you didn't like it, go back to the way you were."
"I guess, but that might have knock on effects, right? Like we'd be altering my DNA."
"Mm, I suppose, it might affect Christine. More likely it would affect that terrible mother of yours." Sahar frowned.
"Yeah, well. It's not something I want to jump into."
Sahar pulled into the drive thru and Elena ordered a sandwich. As they pulled up, the woman in the car ahead of them was screaming at the poor girl at the window about "you better make my food right this time" and "every time I come here, you mess things up".
"Ugh. I hate those kinds of people. They are such babies!"
"Too bad you didn't have a magical Djinn who could punish those kinds of people." Sahar said, mischievously.
Elena then...