Late for class.

You and Amina share the shower. It would have been a nice experience if you weren't so worried about being late. You wash each other off, still taking a bit of time to enjoy Amina's perfectly formed breasts and ass, before drying off and looking for something to wear. "Crap! My clothes!" you lament, instantly regretting your earlier wish.

Amina is in the same predicament, but fortunately you can borrow some of your mom's clothes for that. You knock on your mom's door.

"Hun, why aren't you dressed yet? " she asks, seeing you in a towel.

"I can't find anything to wear!" you proclaim.

"That's nonsense, I just took your clothes this morning!" she replied.

"Where did you put them?!" you say. Maybe they didn't get magicked away after all...

Your mom leads you downstairs and as you pass your room, you give Amina the nod to go into your mom's room. She tiptoes away, hunched over so you get a good view of her cute butt. Your mom takes you to the basement where large boxes sit containing your clothes. You sigh in relief and dig through them for something to wear.

"Honestly, you give your clothes away to good will and then change your mind. You have to learn to be more committed, son. If you waffle like this, you'll never land a stable job or find a girl to settle down with," your mother lectures.

You quickly get dressed. "Riley! Have some decency, I'm your mother for crying out loud! I hope I'm not raising some sort of deviant flasher. What would the neighbors say?"

You roll your eyes and finish throwing on a pair of socks, "Thanks, ma!" You say and kiss her on the cheek. You bound upstairs to check in on Amina.

"Don't forget breakfast! I didn't make it for nothing, you know!"

You check the clock; a quarter past eight. You are going to be late after all. You make a sandwich out of your breakfast and split it in two to share with Amina, then bag it up to go. You are about to head up to pick up your genie when you mom drags you out of the house.

"But ma..." you protest.

"No buts, you're already late enough as it is. Start walking, mister!"

Your backpack and strung onto your shoulder and you are booted out of the house.