"Here goes nothing. I wish Genius Woman was able to know of your existence, the wishes that have been granted to me, and the fact that you are bound to me, without me being forced to suffer any negative consequences." You said. The genie snapped her fingers, and their was a bright glow from behind your couch.
"I wish she could hear us again." You said. Nothing seems to change. You peer over the back of your couch to see Genius Woman. Except, something is very different about her.
Instead of the rather plain looking woman she had been before, Genius Woman is now a curvy woman in a tight, revealing tube top. Her hair has been done up in a large ponytail, and she has acquired a healthy amount of jewelry. Oh, and the entire bottom half of her body has been replaced with a whispy air-like substance.
"Holy shit, what happened?" She asked.
"You're a genie now." The genie said, leaning on the couch next to you.
"Wait, what?" You ask.
"Yeah, simplest way to make it so her knowing about me wouldn't get you killed or forced to replace me or something was to have her turn into a genie as well." The genie said.
"And why do I look like a stripper?" Genius Woman asked.
"Excuse me?" The genie asked, glancing down at her own, identical clothes.
"I look like a harem girl, effectively the strippers of the Middle East." Genius Woman said.
"She's got you there." You say to the genie.
"Well, allow me to illuminate you then 'genius.' You're dressed like that because harem girls were pretty much slaves, and now you are too. To him." The genie said, pointing at you.
"What?" Genius Woman screamed.
"Oh shit." You said.
"Relax, she can't hurt you. Intentionally, at least." The genie said.