"You can clean this up." Kyle said bitterly gesturing at his pants.
"Yes Master." Jen heard herself saying. Within her mind spread a range of possible things she could do to complete her Master's request. She rejected immediately anything involving her mouth, hands, or other portions of her anatomy being used to collect the jizz. She blushed at the surprising number of variations there were on that theme. She briefly considered teleporting him into a shower she sensed nearby, but decided sharing a cold shower with his older brother might not endear her to her Master.
And like it or not Kyle Perkins was her Master. She knew it the same way she knew her bottle could never be broken, only lost or stolen. She knew that she'd go on looking the way she did now until her Master freed her, or had her change her appearance to suit him. She knew she didn't need to eat, though she could, or pass wastes, though she could if her Master desired it. She remembered being human, having things that were important to her, but she was a genie now. A real, live, veil wearing, 'how may I serve you?' genie.
She waved a hand and shimmering light flowed up to cover Kyle from the bottoms of his sneakers to the top of his head. Jen decided that "cleaning up" could also be interpreted as "making more presentable" and made a few changes to her Master's appearance and wardrobe.
As the light faded gone were Kyle's scruffy sneakers and baggy hand-me-down clothes. He had on a nice pair of doc martins, some slim-cut jeans and a striped polo shirt. Kyle's hair was neatly cut and styled, and his acne had vanished. Jennifer snapped her fingers and held out the hand mirror which appeared for Kyle to view himself in.
"Whoa!" Kyle touched his hair, staring at himself in the mirror, then looked down at himself. "I didn't..."
"You asked to be cleaned up, Master, and I am here to serve you!" Jen managed to make it sound less sex-kitteny this time around, trying to remember what the genie on the TV show had sounded like.
"I, thanks!" Kyle smiled at her, then blushed suddenly. "Um, so..." Kyle stuck the mirror towards her while looking away. "...what happens now?"
"Well..." Jen stalled and made the mirror disappear. She needed to get them out of his bedroom, and his mind off her body. He was distracted with his new look, and she intended to build on that. "You're due in home room in half an hour, why don't I drive you to school?"
"Seriously? Catch a ride to school with the head cheerleader? The guys will freak!" Kyle was grinning ear to ear. "What's your ride? I bet it's a convertible huh? Something really fly."
Okay, maybe not quite the reaction Jen had hoped for. At least Kyle was able to look her in the eye now, Jen thought, even it it was a bit unnerving. She glanced around the room, noting posters with bikini babes posing with sports cars, and what looked like some hand-painted models, again of sports cars. No barbies posed with them thankfully. Her parents had given her their old Toyota Camry when she turned 16, and had promised a better car when she headed off to college, but there was nothing saying she couldn't upgrade that the way she had Kyle's appearance.
Jen felt what she was coming to identify as her wish granting sense focus on Kyle's desire that she have a fancy car to drive him in, and she selected a cherry red convertible G6.
"My ride is waiting in your driveway, but I can't go to school looking like this," Jen said plucking at the edge of her sheer pants.
"Oh!" Kyle said, blushing suddenly, "I um, I wish that.."