"Come on, we're still going," Heather insisted as she got out of the car.
Jessie followed. "No luggage?" she asked. Heather was only carrying a purse.
"I didn't go home to pack or anything," Heather explained as they walked through the parking garage toward the terminal. "I figured I could wish for whatever I needed -- whatever we needed." She muttered, "Ugh, I wish I was in more comfortable shoes."
Jessie was forced to blink.
"Hey, I think that worked," said Heather. "My feet feel like --" She looked down past her buxom body to see that she still had the platform shoes with extremely high heels on. "Oh, crap."
"I think I could have warned you about that," Jessie said.
"Damn it, I guess I'm really gonna have to watch what I say," Heather said. "Okay, hold on a second." She stopped walking.
"What?" asked Jessie.
"I think we're gonna attract too much attention dressed like this." She nodded toward Jessie's skimpy genie outfit and her own cutout minidress.
"Wish carefully," warned the genie.
"Okay, let me think."