Jonnie nodded gravely, her pretty face white. Her slender arms covered her stomach, where butterfly's were assuredly dancing. "I can be ready to go in ten minutes." She said.
Mikey nodded to his sister, "You better."
"If it is all right with you, I will stay with your sister, Master, and help her dress."
"Make sure it's a good costume, Genie." He said, remembering all the times Jon came around his friends and nerded out around them. And all the times he bossed Mikey around, called him names, and was generally an ass. The young boy walked out of the room.
Jonnie sat on her pink bed, staring ahead at the long mirror with dull brown eyes. She imagined the snickers and laughs by the mall patrons. Jonnie knew that he -- she wouldn't be any good. How could she? "I don't even know ballet." She said simply. "Everyone's going to laugh at me."
"I . . . guess?" Sarah said, moving to Jonnie's closet where she had stashed several old costumes for the ballerina. "And you can dance perfectly well, I made sure of that."
Jonnie nodded and started to put pointe slippers on her feet, forcing herself to get moving. She was surprised as she tied her ribbons on expertly. "Why did you turn me into a girl? And a ballerina, at that?"
"It was my master's wish, I was merely the means by which it was carried out."
"Somehow I doubt that." She said as Sarah finally chose the correct costume for Jonnie.
The Genie sighed, "All right. I did it because I the thought of you dancing around in a tutu and tights made me giggle. The joke may be on me, though." She came back and motioned the ballerina to stand.
"Why do you say that?"
Sarah held the costume up in front of Jonnies body and waved a hand. The tutu and leotard dissolved into smoke and reappeared on Jonnie's body; the clothes she was wearing fell into the laundry basket in the closet. The dress she now wore made her look like a girl emerging from a cupcake. Her tutu was almost perfectly flat and surrounded her hips almost the full length of her arms. Even at rest, the world could glimmer a look at her leotard wrap around her ass. A ring of embroidered flowers ran along the top edge of the tutu in many colors. Jonnie's lithe body rose from the tutu, first arching in to her waist, then back out again toward her bust. Two rows of flowers rose along her leotard, stopping just about her small ballerina breasts. The cloth was tight against her body, and if it wasn't pink, could have been mistaken for skin.
"Have you actually looked at yourself? I mean, besides realizing you were a ballerina?" Jonnie looked in the mirror. She was a few inches shorter than she had been and was not five four in slippers. Her body was curved and tight, made entirely it seemed from muscle toned from years of dance. She had light brown eyes in a face that was cute and feminine, yet looked oddly it did when she was a he. Lush black hair cascaded down to the nape of her neck, little hints of curls along the way.
"I look really hot." She said. Her thin eyebrows pulled down, "Why?" The ballerina asked, turning to Sarah.
The genie shrugged, "I have a natural bias towards pretty things." It was the genie's turn to knot her forehead. "Why don't you wish yourself out of this? It's what I expected you to do by now. You do still have the wishing stone, no? Or perhaps Karyn?"
Jonnie sighed and shook her head and started to say something before Sarah's master and the ballerina's brother shouted something. It was time to go.
