Mikey grinned wickedly. "This is going to be fun." He and his genie hurried down the hallway to Jon's room, which Sarah had also taken the liberty to change. To better help Jon get better acclimated to his new gender, of course.
The genie put her hand on Mikey's shoulder just before they went in. "Keep a good grip on my lamp, Master. You don't want me serving your new sister." The boy nodded and flung open the door.
Jonnie was in there, flinging leotards and skirts from a black gym back, searching for something. She was dressed in a pink camisole leotard with a short translucent skirt. She had long, firm legs wrapped in smooth ballet pink tights. Her raven black hair fell down around her head, slight curls running through it. Sarah had also taken the liberty to make Jon a ballerina, though not a particularly good one.
Her room looked to have been painted sometime when Jonnie was six or so, as it was all pink with fairies, flowers, and unicorns dancing across it. It had been partially covered by hot teen idols with strong chins and perfect dancers with slender legs.
For a first wish, Sarah thought she did pretty good work.
Jonnie the ballerina looked up at the pair, her face cross and worried. She saw the lamp and Sarah's genie form; understanding crossed her brown eyes.
"You did this to me, you bitch!" She said, her voice a pitch higher and more melodic than before.
"Hey, don't talk to my genie like that." Mikey said, stepping in front of Sarah. The genie quirked a smile and kept her cool blue eyes on Jonnie.
"Get out of here, brat!" She shouted to her younger brother.
"You can't talk to me like that." Mikey said triumphantly, "Not anymore. I wish . . ."
