Treat her as an equal.

"Alright then Genie, your days of being a mistreated sexual object are over!" Vanessa said happily.

"If you wish that to be true then it is true." The Genie replied, still keeping her bland monotone.

Vanessa was about to say something else when she heard a voice.

"Vanessa? Is that you?"

"Shit it's my mom!" Vanessa gasped. She could hear her coming up the basement steps.

Vanessa then looked at the Genie. How was she supposed to explain a strange naked women in her house? Then she remembered.

"Genie, I wish that you were wearing clothes...any clothes."

The Genie snapped her fingers just as Vanessa's mother emerged from the basement.

The forty-five year old Tara looked almost exactly like her daughter. She to had black hair, and a C-cup chest but she was quite a bit taller, standing at an impressive 6'1, with longer slender legs and shapely bubble butt. Being a former star athlete in college helped sculpt her toned, muscular, and she was wearing a pair of workout shots and a sports bra.

"Vanessa I didn't hear you come...in" Taras eyes went wide. "Girl what the hell are you doing? Why are you naked?"

"N-naked." Vanessa repeated, she looked down and instantly covered herself then looked at the Genie, who was now wearing the blouse and jeans previously occupied by her mistress.

"Yes, naked." Tara said angrily. "What possible reason could you have for walking around with your private exposed, have you no modesty girl?"

"Uh-I." Vanessa spluttered. She looked at the Genie again. "I wish you would fix this situation!" She said quickly.

Once again, the Genie snapped her fingers...

(Originally by Zendle on writing.com)