Jessie felt herself be forced to blink. When she opened her eyes, Heather was in a black minidress, but the one she'd been wearing at 8:00 last night didn't have a deep V-neck, nor a cutout to show off her navel, nor cutouts at the sides to show off some thigh flesh.
Heather glanced down and noticed the same thing. "What the hell? This is kind of what I was wearing last night! What did you do?"
"Nothing!" Jessie insisted. "I didn't even think that wish would be granted in the first place, remember?"
Heather muttered, "Jeez, I'm wearing platform shoes now, too. I wish you could tell me what happened."
Jessie felt herself forced to speak. "I can grant the wishes of anyone in possession of my bottle," she said, "but they will be interpreted as Master would want."
Heather had taken the airport exit, and was pulling up to the entrance to the parking garage. "So any wish I make, it'll be like Mark is giving them to me?"
"I guess you could say that," said Jessie, as Heather had to stop and take a ticket from the automated dispenser.
Heather sighed as she pulled forward, then said nothing as she drove slowly forward and pulled into the first vacant parking space she saw, still a long walk from the airport terminal. She turned off the car engine and finally said, "The plan was to get out of town as soon as possible. I thought Mark would be none too pleased about losing his genie."
"Okay," Jessie responded to that.
"But if my wishes aren't going to come out right..."
Heather thought for a moment, and then...