Someone else makes a wish first

Jean was still struggling to remove her finger from her nose or to stop her ass from shaking when she heard someone tapping on the wall of her clear cage. She turned to see a goth girl where the Cindy was, staring at her anxiously, with a malicious glance towards the cheerleader behind her. The cheerleader seemed to start her walk away from the stand, the goth girl must've slipped in behind her without her noticing for whatever reason.

"I can help you out," she whispers through the wall, "But only if you grant my wish exactly as I want it, without any wish-twisting. Do we have a deal?"

Even while struggling against the magic, Jean was able to pick up the broad strokes of what this girl was thinking. Jean guesses that she can listen to people's intentions, so long as they plan to wish with it. She's unsure, as this sort of thing isn't common for her, and hasn't really utilised it before.

The girl at the pedestal was one of the girls that had superglued Cindy into her uniform. She seems to have a history with her, enough to bloom a hatred to her, but her cravings seem to suggest a sexual attraction despite such. She seemed to be sincere about her proposal to help. Jean nodded, and the girl slid a $20 bill into the slot near her, registering the price of two wishes with two green blinks on the side of its milky-colored plastic casing.

"I wish that Cindy has to obey me forever, and that she'll always be my personal cheerleader slut." The goth girl, Hayley requests out loud enough for Cindy to hear her.

Jean smirked and turned to Cindy, who had just heard her fate spoken by a familiar someone behind her. The bratty cheerleader turned back to run, but never had a chance.

"Granted," Jean said, the power behind her voicing the statement reverberating towards Cindy and knocking her to her knees. The first thing the rude girl noticed was that her uniform no longer seemed to be glued to her, but that was because it was shrinking before her eyes. Her school issued skirt shrunk scandalously short, showing off her newly pantiless and hairless pussy. The top grew tighter and receded upward, showing off her taut stomach and the underboob of her expanded braless E-cup rack. Numerous flashes went off as the crowd around her took pictures of her descent into sluthood.

Cindy didn't know what to try and fix first, hands frantically moving to one spot to try and lower her skirt, or up to her top to shift it down, said action actually creates a better set of cleavage at the now wide V-neck top. Her hair was restyling itself into pigtails. A tramp stamp was etching itself into her lower back that read "Property of Hayley." And her whole body was growing incredibly sensitive, radiating sexual tingles that make her gasp a little from her hands trying to fix herself up, making herself unwillingly stop to prevent further stimulation.

"Well," said Jean impatiently, waiting for her end of the bargain, turning to Hayley the goth girl and jiggling her large booty the other way instead. "What do you think?"

"Awesome," breathed Haley, practically licking her lips.

"Yeah yeah yeah, And she has to do whatever you tell her, as promised. Now, what about me?" Jean urged, still nasally speaking with her nasal blockage.

"Oh right! Sure, sorry about that." Said Hayley, only glancing at the dancing Jean briefly who was grimacing in annoyance.

"I wish Cindy had never made her last wish."

Jean paused. She could twist that wish into both Cindy and Hayley having never made their wishes if she wanted.