For a moment, Jon stared at the ornate bottle. Crap! he thought. Sarah's turned herself into a genie! I've gotta figure out how to change her back before - before...
Suddenly, he realized that he didn't want to turn her back - he wanted Sarah to be his own personal Genie.
That's not right, though! Why would I - oh! Oh yeah! Jon remembered the way she'd phrased her wish: "I said I would be your genie, and I wish you'd let me be just that!"
Not only had Sarah wished herself into becoming a genie, she'd wished up a master who was unwilling and unable to free her.
With a shrug, Jon picked up the bottle and opened it. Immediately, a thick pink smoke flowed out of it. It detached from the bottle and landed on the floor, gathering itself into a very shapely and familiar form.
Within seconds, the smoke had coelesced into Sarah. Her blonde hair was now long and straight, and pulled back into a ponytail that reached to the small of her back. She wore a series of filmy scarves that left very little to the imagination, along with some dangling gold and silver earrings, and a thick golden bracelt and anklet.
She smiled at Jon, then put her hands together and bowed low before him. "Greetings, oh wise and powerful Master!" she proclaimed. "I am Sa'Raia, now and forevermore your humble and obedient servant! Ask anything of me, and I shall grant it!"
