"Okay Kyle, we've got enough time to stop by the DECA office and get your picture updated for the website." Jennifer was mentally reviewing her schedule and looking forward to showing up the other cheerleader's mentees with the new and improved Kyle.
She hurried around and popped the trunk, wishing all her school gear to be inside. As she bent over to get it she felt a sudden pressure in her "wishing sense," apparently Kyle wanted a better look at her ass. It was different than when he'd made wishes out loud; then she'd been able to choose how to interpret them. Now she was directly sensing his desire, and his intent was pretty plain.
Jen bit off a curse, she'd been doing so well distracting he she hadn't even considered what would happen when she leaned into the trunk. She wanted to turn around and give him a slap, but instead found herself, unzipping and rummaging around in her cheer-bag, incidentally wiggling her ass back and forth for Kyle to admire. She leaned a bit further, and her pleated cheer skirt rose up in response, rewarding the horny freshmen with a glimpse of her green cheer-panties. Jen could feel him shifting from wanting to look to wanting to touch and knew drastic measures were needed.
"Whoop!" Jen cried as a gust of wind flipped her skirt up over her back. She gave Kyle a half-second view of her full, panty-clad ass before standing up and pulling her skirt into place. She turned and looked around, it didn't appear anyone had spotted her giving her master a little show. Kyle was blushing furiously, or flushed, it was hard to tell.
"Here, hold this." Jennifer told him and handed over her backpack, adjusting things magically so it'd be twice as heavy as normal.
"Ugh! Whatta you got in here?" Kyle said, struggling to hold the bag without looking like a wimp. While he was distracted Jen pulled her other bag out of the trunk and zipped it shut. She closed the trunk lid and slung her cheer-bag onto her shoulder. "Textbooks, makeup, some supplies for the DECA store," she held out her hand to take the bag back, "my laptop, just the usual stuff." She settled the strap onto her other shoulder and started towards the main entrance.
"Were you this strong before I made you a genie?" Kyle asked, rubbing his strained shoulder.
"Ix-nay on the Enie-jay, or do you want everyone trying to steal my bottle?" Jen asked. "And while I am considerably stronger now, gymnasts and cheerleaders do tend to be densely muscled."
"Oh. Uh, could I wish to be stronger--"
"Ix-nay!" Jen snapped glaring at the younger teen. "The more you talk about it in public the more likely I am to get taken away from you. And neither of us want that to happen, right?" She glared at Kyle before glancing at an approaching group of students. "Look, I'll see what I can do about getting you into a weigh training class, then there won't be as many questions about you bulking up."
"Really?! Thanks Jennifer!" Kyle hurried after her as she shouldered through the doors.
"De nada Mentee, now hurry to class, we don't have time for your picture."
Jennifer watched her master hurry off, feeling her awareness split to follow him.
"Who was that J-Smith?"
Jennifer turned to look at Kayla, another member of the cheer squad. "Just my DECA mentee, Kyle Perkins. I got him a makeover at the mall this weekend."
"Hmm, he cleaned up pretty well!" Kayla said grudgingly. "Mine won't even discuss her appearance, she's convinced her math skills will matter more to an employer than how she dresses."
"Pft! yeah, assuming she even gets an interview without the social connections she'll be lacking."
"No argument here."
Jen continued to gym for "homeroom" with coach Abyweiss.
As she went she noticed...