Before she can, Jean hears another wish

Before she can make up her mind, Jean hears the emanation of another wish in her head. Dammit...I wish I got stuck in some different clothes, why'd it have to be my cheer outfit and not my casuals...

Jean grinned cheekily, as she figured out what she could do. Now, many humans do not know this, nor has any form of their media ever documented of such a case, but if you make a wish before a genie can grant the one you've previously requested, said genie can choose to either ignore it or grant it instead, due to the rules that a genie can interpret the new wish as merely an off-handed comment, or an amendment. This is why genies ask if you're sure, to either make you reword your wish to exploit better, or as a stalling tactic for you to make a wish accidentally such as being too annoyed by the questioning to pay attention on what you are saying. It's especially dangerous when the wishes are made mentally, as the average human's mind tends to wander to different things such as now. This case, Jean is operating on that rule and snapped her fingers, thinking clearly on how this new wish is going to go down.

In a poof of sparkly powder-blue dust, the cheerleader coughed, enveloped by this barrage of mint-flavored dust obscuring her body and sputtering as she tries to get it out of her windpipe. The cloud fades from vision to let Cindy look about in puzzlement for a moment. She spots Jean standing straight and arms crossed, giving an air of arrogant smugness. Before Cindy may complain that the genie in question is not, in fact, doing as she wished, Jean tilts her head, a gesture telling Cindy to look down at herself. As she does so, the cheerleader screams shrilly at her new apparel.

Her new state of dress is something to be laughed at, in multiple senses. Her neck and wrists are obscured by red-lined white ruffles, and hands encased in big white gloves too big for her frame, but still works as her own. her feet are arched upwards in tiptoe heeled shoes which display a sickening amount of color to them, and a pair of thigh-highs, one in yellow and blue stripes, and another in red and orange polkadots. the corset that inflates her cleavage up some is in a bright, cheery pink with purple bows tied down the center, and a bunch of mini-tutus lining the bottom in a vast array of colors, and pushing outwards like a ballgown, but with no length to it, displaying her pink-thonged keister to the world. From what Cindy can see in the glass of the box, she spies that she is wearing clown makeup, done up to give the clown-white base, big pink cheeks, extra long eyelashes, and puckered red lips. Her hair has arranged itself into a curly updo on top of her head, and sitting precariously to the side of it was a large conical pink hat rimmed in the same ruffles as her hands and neck, and with a red fuzzy bauble dangling of the point. She tried yanking it off, wiping her face, tugging at the skirt, knocking of the hat, but it almost seemed to be melded with her skin, worse than the super glue on her cheer uniform.

Cindy started fuming, screaming at the machine and smacking it with her clowny oversized hands, bringing out a squeak with every smack. "I didn't wish for this! I want a refund!" And the walls of the box started to blink. A holographic display suddenly warped its way over the box. Jean, after spending years of reading subtitles from misspoken racial and language wishes, adeptly reads the message written in a whimsical cursive handwriting, blinking in red flashing letters. "NO REFUNDS! If you want confirmation on what you wished for, look to the board to your left of the box." And a big opaque board sprung up from out of nowhere. Cindy did her best, and stumbled over to the board. From where she was looking, whatever it was seemed to have something on the bottom of it. Cindy tried to bend down to look at it, but found that the socks that Jean gave her were locked in place, making it so that she couldn't bend her knees. Jean gave a quiet snigger at this, admiring her quick-wittedness that she was oh so famous for back in the Air Plane.

Instead, Cindy had to bend at the waist, hands on her knees to look at whatever it was. A wolf-whistle is heard behind her as a scruffy looking punk kid looked at her in her **** state of dress, her mooning him so openly. She groans in embarrassment so hard it almost shone through the clown-white. She looks down and mouthes to herself what was written there. Jean reads along to her mouth movements, realising that she was reading off the wish that Jean granted. Jean assumes the wall is a notification board of all made wishes for those wondering what had been done already.

Cindy huffed, and sat back up. She goes back over to the pedestal and carefully reaches into her now dainty purse, trying to fish out another $10. "Fine then, I'll just wish for it to go away," and manages to feed the bill into the slot. This time she voices her wish, thinking that was the mistake. "I wish for you to fix me to how I should be, now!"