Not Quite a Genie

Gina glared at her roommate.

Her roommate Becca was just sitting there smirking.

"What? What is it, loser?" asked Gina.

"Oh, nothing." Becca had gotten Gina as her dorm mate through the luck of the draw, and it turned out Gina was a self-absorbed bitch who rarely cleaned up her half of the dorm, played her music without using earbuds, and was always coming in late and loud and never apologized.

After two weeks of inserting subliminal messaging in Gina's music and laptop, Becca's plan had come to fruition. Not only was Gina wearing the sparkly shirt she just happened to find in her closet, she had no idea what it said. Not only that, but Gina had to obey any command given to her as long as someone said it as a wish.

"I wish you'd just leave and strut up and down fraternity row," said Becca.

"Whatever loser." Gina left and found herself heading to fraternity row. She had been planning to go shopping, but she justified to herself that she wanted the frat boys to see how hot she looked today.