Not at all...the wish is poorly worded

Jean chuckles. Another exploitable wish. What humans don't realise that djinn have been playing the rephrasing game ever since they were mere breeze elementals. It's not too hard to change the meaning of a sentence when your only form of imprisonment is based off of it. Jean snaps her fingers, and another poof surrounds Cindy. The veil of powder doesn't just work over her form, however. She can feel the swirls intruding into her body, twisting and swirling throughout her system, bringing a certain tingling to her brain. The mist cleared, and in its place, is Cindy, though not as you know her.

The outfit remains unchanged, except for some mild straining around her bustline. Her skin has turn as white as her face, and once blonde hair into a tangle of pinks and greens. Her waist became more cinched in, accentuating her new round watermelon-sized boobs barely holding their place in her corset, and her flared hips and big butt, which seems to have inflated to extremes. Her eyes became wide and starry-eyed, and her mouth stuck in an exaggerated grin, showing perfectly white teeth, and buck teeth that weren't there before. She looks over herself, and squeals again, but from the way she's hopping up and down, it seems that she loves it. But both she and Jean know the truth. She stops hopping and happily raises her arms in a happy pose, and says to Jean, "Hyuk-Hyuk! What have you done to Candyboobs, cutie?" And her hands zip really fast to her mouth.

Jean, not having spoken at all yet, walks over to the wall that separates them. "What does it look like, sweetheart? I gave you what you wished for." Candyboobs shakes her head, trying to say that she didn't wish for this, but instead makes it look like a child obnoxiously denying something with a big grin. "Oh you did...Candyboobs is it? Love your name change, by the by. Anyway, you did wish for this. If I recall, you said 'for me to fix you to how you should be', and I did. You just worded too poorly that it had multiple meanings."

Candyboobs cocks her head to the side in comical confusion. Jean continues, "I interpreted it as 'change you to how you look, so that you act normally to how you're dressed', and in this case, that would be a sexy clown." Candy boobs stomps on the ground in mock anger and says "Oh, poopie! Candyboobs is such a dumdum!"

Jean continues, "I thought I'd give you some mercy and let you keep your senses about you, but are under a heavy filter to act 'how you should'. In this case, you must be entertaining and doing what people tell you with no objections, just to see them happy." Candyboobs' eyes would seem to widen at this, but they were already fully open. Jean then says to her, "Here, how about an example. *ahem*, oh Candyboobs, dear~ Can you please shake your booty and squeeze your boobs, I would like that."

Candyboobs internally didn't want to, but externally, her body jumped into action, forcing her to cry out "CAN I?! Of course Candyboobs can shake her can! hyuk-hyuk!" and she proceeded to shake her butt, bending over slightly to do so. As she does, it makes a jingling noise, like a couple of chimes jingling away. Her oversized hands reach up and yank the cups of her corset, making her boobs spring out in a humerous *boooiing* sound effect. Her massive hands wrap around the massive melons and starts squeezing, mashing them about to make a better show. For every squeeze she does, her mouth opens, and the sound of a bike horn squeaks out of her mouth. Jean is laughing it up at the show, along with the crowd that decided to gather, but thinks that she should be sent on her way. "Alright Candyboobs, a good performance, now go out and make more people happy!"

Candyboobs stops groping her mammaries, and gives an army salute, which was lessened in its elegance by her still shaking her ass merrily, sounding like Santa Clause was hiding under her tutu. "Yes ma'am, Candyboobs thanks you for being happy with her!" and jiggles off, one foot in front of the other, but taking wide-legged arcs, hands above her head and laughing along the way.

Jean watches as a few people follow her, but a few stay to look over at Jean. She gets a brilliant idea on how to spin this situation. "And now you see the scam, my friends," She says to her new audience, "I am very good at spinning words. I can make specific statements and turn them on your head, or turn them into your head if you slip up too badly." She chuckles at this statement, remembering an incident in 1705 AD. "Any wish you make, I'll alter it to punish you, so I'd keep my distance if I were you~" Jean leans against the wall, checking her nails to show her confidence.