"Jeannie, eh? Mind apologizing to me?"
"I'm sorry sir, I truly am! I swear to always look where I am going!" She bowed before the guard, as a sign of good will.
As she bent over, she heard the guard gasp. "What the hell is coming outta your backside?"
"Huh?" Jeannie turned around to view her butt, and found that she had overlooked a small detail.
Genies could never truly become a perfect replica of another creature, since they were magical. Every surrogate body used by one would have something unusual about it, whether it be extra arms, a horn, or, in Jeannie's case, a monkey tail.
"Eek!" She squeked. "I, uh, I didn't mean to..." She stuffed the tail in her pants, before anyone else could see.
"By the cosmos, woman, what was that?" Jeannie had to think up a lie quickly. "It's my tail, from when I was, uh, cursed! Yeah, and, uh there's no cure either, so, I can't do anything!" She smiled innocently.
The guard just sighed and shook his head. "You poor girl! What an awful fate, to live your life with the tail of a beast!" He handed her three coins. "Here. Buy you and your family a nice large dinner. He marched down the street, very clearly disturbed.
Jeannie sighed and pondered over the coins. They had a picture of a man on them, and were rather ornate. The guard had said that she could use it to get food. But how?
She gnawed at one of the coins. Nothing. She held it up, and recited a spell. No dice.
She drooped her arms, still clutching the coins. "How can I fit in with the humans if I cannot even eat their foods?" She checked the coins again.
Suddenly, the coins were pulled out of her hands. A young man had swiped them from her. He swiftly ran down the busy street.
Jeannie followed him, resisting the urge to use her powers. The man wasn't very fast, and she soon caught up.
She grabbed the man by the shoulder. He turned around, and tried to pierce her flesh with a knife, but when he drew back, the blade was gone.
Jeannie smiled, and teleported the man to an oasis. He looked around him, unsure of what was going on.
"Wh, wha, who are you?" he asked, quaking with fear.
She smiled. "Your judge."