"Transform. Just realize that if you do anything horrible to me I've got plenty of friends to get back at you." Jenny held her breath, fully expecting the little perv to make her ugly or fat or something.
"Alright Jennifer, how does being young and beautiful for the rest of your life sound?"
The pipsqueak sounded pleased with himself. Jenny scowled, whatever he had planned was bound to be unpleasant. "Just give me the transformation already, I need to get ready for school."
"Oh that won't be a problem," Kyle snickered, "for your transformation you're going to turn into an unlimited wish-granting genie trapped in the bottle I'm holding. No more school for you, unless you new master--Me!--allows you to go!"
Jenny stared at her phone in shock as the room around her faded away along with her clothes. She felt a sudden bout of vertigo, then realized she was standing in a small round room with softly glowing blue walls. She was wearing a veil, a short vest, some gauzy "pants" over a pair of panties, and some sparkly high-heel sandals and assorted jewelry.
There was a padded bench sort of thing running in a ring around the base of the walls, and a bunch of silk pillows and lengths of sheer cloth scattered around on the bench and floor. Jenny looked upwards and saw the walls of the room narrowed to a circle a couple feet across with what looked like the bottom of a giant glass stopple in the neck of the bottle she was inhabiting.
"Holy shit it worked!" Jenny hurried to the wall and attempted to peer out, but the glass was too cloudy. jenny turned around and hugged one of the pillows to her. What did she know about genies? Aside from Disney she couldn't remember anything but hazy children's stories and I Dream of Jeanie episodes. Didn't Genies, like, play tricks on their masters?
"I wish my bottle belonged to my boyfriend" Jenny said hopefully? She didn't feel any different, had it worked? Did genies need to say 'I wish'? She thought maybe it was their masters who made the wishes. Jenny certainly didn't feel any different--well, she wasn't cold or hungry or needing to pee, but was that being a genie, or just being in the bottle? There was too much she didn't know.
Jenny glanced at the stopple apprehensively, what was taking Kyle so long anyway?