As Jeanie stared at her, her expression changed from mad, to sad.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Ms. Chan said "Did I upset you?"
"You really don't remember, do you, Rebecca?"
"Remember what?" Ms. Chan replied "And how do you know my name?"
"Because you're my sister, Rebecca." Jeanie replied "Maybe this will bring back some
memories."
Jeanie stretched her own ears out to six inches, and gave them pointy tips, she rubbed her
own skin until it turned tan, and ran her fingers through her own hair to make it dark
brown.
Jeanie's irises then became red.
"My natural form." Jeanie explained "My last master didn't go for Arabian women, so I had
to change for him."
"That's nothing more than a cheap parlor trick." Ms. Chan retorted "You were probably
wearing makeup."
"Maybe if I started with you next, then you'd remember." Jeanie said, then moved over to
Ms. Chan, and stretched her ears out to match hers."
Ms. Chan felt her long, pointy ears. "How did you do that?" she asked in a panicked tone.
Jeanie then pulled out a big, white feather, and started tickling Ms. Chan.
As the teacher laughed, her skin became tanner, younger, and smoother, and her hair
became blonde. Her breasts grew larger, popping a few buttons, and her hips widened out.
Her figure now matched Jeanie's. Her eyelashes got longer, and when she opened her eyes,
her irises were now red. Jeanie then tickled Ms. Chan's nose. She sneezed, and her hair bun
exploded so that her long, blonde hair now cascaded over her breasts, and past her waist.
"You always did have nice hair." Jeanie said, smiling at Rebecca Chan.
Rebecca looked at her body. Her breast were now too big to exist in the real world (not
without surgery anyway), and her hips were just as impossible.
"I don't know how you did this to me," Rebecca said, noticing her voice now sounded
younger and smoother with a bit of an Arabian accent "but if you don't turn me back to
normal right now, I'll -" "But that's what I'm doing, my dear sister." Jeanie replied, smiling.
She then made Rebecca's clothes change to match what she was wearing, but with different
colors.
"This isn't right." Rebecca said in a scared voice "I'm not a genie!"
"Now to bring back your memories." Jeanie said, holing a comb, and she started brushing
Rebecca's hair. Rebecca looked mad at first, but her expression slowly changed from anger
to joy.
"Does that feel better, sister?" Jeanie asked.
"Oh yes, Jeanie." Rebecca said warmly "Thank you for restoring me to my true self."
"A thousand pardons, Brenda." she said to her "I've been much to harsh on you, and to all
of you as well." she said to the other students "I took that form many years ago to hide
from abusive people, but I was like that for so long that I forgot who I really was. I'm
Jeanie's older sister. She's 500, and I'm 550 - not much of a difference for genies."
"You're a pretty genie, Ms. Chan." one boy said.
"Thanks," she replied "but please, call me Rebecca Djinn - it IS my real name afterall. Now
then, my sister, would you like to help me teach this class, and make it more fun for the
kids?"
"Of course." Jeanie said smiling "Anything for my big sister."
What will they teach the kids?