Jessica tries to recover

The second Kevin vanished Jessica slumped to the floor with a humiliated erotic moan. She’d been trying to suppress it and hold it in, but every wish the disgusting little twerp had made had caused an unexplained and unwanted surge of sexual energy to rush teasingly through her very core. Like her body had betrayed her, the helpless cheerleader stifled back her own heated blush, her nipples and pussy throbbing, her skin hyper-sensitive and her eyes wide as she desperately willed her over-excited body to try and calm down.

She didn’t feel like she’d granted any wishes, it just felt to Jessica like something that was being done to her.

“Oh fuck… no… no… n-”

“Jess?”

The bedroom door opened abruptly and Tiffany poked her head inside, her eyes sweeping the room curiously before she found Jess knelt on the floor in her cheerleading uniform.

“Jess? What are you doing? Come on…!”

“I’m changing Tiff!” Jess snapped in panic, trying to shield the sight of her new outfit with her hands. How the hell was she supposed to explain why she was wearing her uniform at her own party?

“Changing? What?” Tiff frowned.

“Shut the door Tiffany!”

The girl whimpered and retreated, snapping the door closed with a click, once again plunging Jessica into the maelstrom of her own private nightmare.

She was a genie – a fucking genie to Kevin Scott!

“Fucking Master,” Jessica seethed, biting her lip in horror again. She could think his name, she could hate him, but for some god awful reason whenever she tried to say ‘Kevin’ it escaped her lips as ‘Master’ – every damn time!

Anxiously the girl pulled herself to her feet, looking down at her new outfit in disbelief and tugging at the hem of the skirt in annoyance. Any pretense that this was some elaborate hoax, or nightmare, had been shattered. This had gone from one of the best days of her life to the worst, and potentially only the first of a life filled with bad days if she couldn’t get the stupid ring off of Kevin.

“I’m going to kill him!” Jessica seethed, grabbing a pillow from her bed and pounding it with weak little punches, “This – is – not – happening – to – me!”

Exhausting herself the helpless cheerleader-turned-genie flung the pillow across the room, panting with fear and frustration as she tried to think of what she could possibly do next.

She only really had one option: find Kevin, and try and convince him to give the ring back. But before she could do that Jessica knew she needed to get changed – she couldn’t emerge from her room wearing her newly ‘Kevin-modified’ navel-baring uniform and even hope to explain it to anyone.

Scurrying to her open closet, Jessica froze at the wall of red and gold that she was greeted with.

“No…” The blonde gasped, frantically pushing hangars aside looking for something, anything, that wasn’t a copy of the exact same cheerleading uniform that she was already wearing. Her shoe rack, usually filled with her cute boots and prized heels was now adorned with row after row of pristine white sneakers.

The exact wording of Kevin’s wish echoed inside her head: “I wish you dressed like that all the time.”

Jessica turned to look at the pictures posted all over her wall – family snapshots, photos from vacation, selfies that made her feel good – a whole wall of memories. Her jaw dropped. In every single one she was now wearing the same cheerleading uniform, her toned bare midriff on display and short pleated skirt swishing in the air.

The selfie she’d taken on the beach in Cancun last summer – her hands up in the peace sign and showing off her newest bikini, was now an absurd image of herself, in full cheerleading uniform, standing on a beach surrounded by people in their bikinis and bathing suits.

Worse, the image of the bridal party from her cousin’s wedding in the fall – a wedding Jessica had been a bridesmaid at – now made her stand out like a sore thumb, a blot of smiling red and gold in a sea of beautiful pastel.

How could anyone have thought that was normal?

Jess hissed defiantly - If her clothes were gone then she’d make do and borrow some of Stephanie’s. Cracking open her bedroom door and finding the coast was clear the blonde scurried across the landing to the master bedroom, clicking the door shut behind her and hurrying to Stephanie’s closet.

She pulled out a pair of jeans that ought to fit her and one of her step-moms t-shirts. It didn’t need to be fancy, just anything but this.

Jessica found she could undress just fine, the skirt dropped to her ankles and she peeled the skin-tight crop top off, shaking her hair free. The sneakers and socks followed, though she was comfortable enough to leave on the red boy-short panties and sports bra for now.

But when she went to step into Stephanie’s jeans, Jess stumbled and almost fell, her foot completely missing the leg.

With a sense of dread Jess tried again, only for her foot to divert away from the hole at the last instant. Perched on the edge of the bed, the teen tried frantically to get either of her feet inside the jeans, or her arms inside the top – but it was no use, it was like her body always moved to avoid putting them on - like her limbs were being magnetically repelled by the fabric.

With a frustrated groan of despair she finally gave up, throwing the jeans across the room in anger. She knew it was insane, but the evidence was undeniable – she had **** but to always wear her cheerleading uniform. Just like Kevin had wished.

“Fuck you Master… fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” Jessica hissed as she begrudgingly snatched up the uniform and, knowing she had no other choice, quickly re-dressed in it.

She couldn’t let this happen – and though she didn’t have a plan, Jess knew her only hope was to find Kevin, and to do that she knew was going to need to ask someone where the sniveling little creep lived. With a deep breath of determination the blushing cheerleader tried to put on a confident façade, opened the bedroom door and reluctantly headed back down to the party.