No, the next morning Jess confronts Kevin at school

It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning when Jess was finally able to get the last of the party-goers to leave. Shutting the door behind them the blonde felt a wave of exhaustion and anxiety catch up with her and she slumped down with her back to the door, trying not to look at the state of the house or the ridiculous way she was dressed.

Too tired to do anything else, Jessica simply turned out the lights and dragged herself upstairs to bed.

Sleeping was no easier – the helpless blonde realised quickly that she couldn’t change into any sleep wear; she didn’t even have any anymore. That only increased her frustration and Jess once again set about punching one of her pillows in irritation at Kevin’s stupidity – she couldn’t go the rest of her life only wearing this one outfit. What about when she graduated? When she went to college or had to get a job? What about on her wedding day?! She couldn’t dress like a high school cheerleader forever!

No, Jess knew she had to stay calm. There was nothing she could do about it now, but tomorrow… tomorrow she’d find Kevin first thing and fix all of this…

Jess begrudgingly slept in nothing but a fresh pair of the red boy-short panties from her cheerleading uniform – her underwear drawer now overflowing with nothing but pairs of them. And as she lay in the dark, her mind raced with ideas, trying desperately to figure out a way, any way that she could get the ring back off of Kevin.

She couldn’t hurt him, and she couldn’t take the ring herself – shit. No one else could even try and take the ring because of Kevin’s stupid other wish – double shit. Jess couldn’t help but contemplate getting someone else to hurt him… that would work right? But she knew that wouldn’t get the ring off of him either and the blonde desperately didn’t want to know what a vindictive weirdo like Kevin would do if they tried.

She realised, to her muted horror, that she only really had one choice: she was going to have to ask him.

The next morning Jess stood impatiently by the school entrance waiting for Kevin to show up, having arrived early to maximize her chances of catching him. She clutched her books to her bare navel for some sense of modesty and protection. She’d spent school days in her uniform before, before pep-rallies or big games, but she’d never been the only one wearing her uniform here like this, and it had always had a middle before.

Jess couldn’t deny her own embarrassment, even if everyone else seemed to be ignoring it.

Worse, she had discovered that she couldn’t even wear a jacket over the top – Jessica desperately tried not to think about how she was meant to cope in the winter like this.

As students continued to stream through the doors the head cheerleader leaned against the wall, tapping one of her sneaker clad feet against it, her gaze drifting left and right up the sidewalk and across towards the parking lot.

After what felt like forever Jess finally spotted him, walking across the front lawn alone, though seemingly with an arrogance she’d never seen in him before. The second their eyes met Jess felt her anxiety and frustration grow as he just smirked confidently in return.

Unable to hold herself back she set off marching across the lawn towards him, her finger raised in irritation, though she took care that while they could still be seen they were far enough away from their classmates to not be heard.

“Good morning, genie.”

“Don’t call me that” Jess snapped, “Master we need to talk – fuck!” Jess cursed her mouth, in her flustered state she wasn’t thinking about her other persistent problem.

“...You know what I wanted to say,” she seethed, as Kevin laughed.

"You know, I woke up this morning wondering if this was all a dream," he said to her, "But just hearing you call me that would have convinced me even if I didn't still have this ring on me."

Jess took another cursory glance around to make sure no one was in ear shot.

“I heard your perverted wishes last night – double the size of your dick? Really? What is it now, 2 inches?” Jess couldn’t help herself, all of her anger started boiling over, “And I don’t even want to know what you were doing with stink bombs.”

She watched Kevin’s face flicker with something akin to incredulity as he said, "Really? You're going to be a bitch to me even now?"

The blonde relented – pissing him off wasn’t going to achieve anything, she needed to convince him… she’d come to ask so…

“You need to keep the ring,” Jessica urged with anger before she gasped, her eyes wide in shock, “That’s not what I was going to say…”

Shit – did asking for it back count as trying to take the ring? She couldn’t even do that?!

Kevin’s eyes seemed to light up with the same realisation, and asked teasingly, “You’re not trying to take the ring from me are you?”

“Don’t!” Jess warned, pointing a finger towards his chest with as much menace as she could, “You know you can’t keep it! You’re irresponsible and your wishes… oh my god, you’re not even thinking them through! I’m stuck in this outfit thanks to you!”

“Stuck?”

“Stuck! You wished it was the only thing I wear so guess what, now it’s the only thing I can wear…”

Upon hearing this Kevin started laughing again, "Wait, seriously? Holy crap, that's hilarious! Man, I wonder what else I can make you wear..."

"This isn't fucking funny!" Jessica said, waving her hand at her outfit in annoyance, “You need to fix it, right now!”

The look on Kevin’s face was one of nothing but amusement and Jessica felt herself growing increasingly flustered – she wanted to slap him or insult him, but she knew she couldn’t do either.

“Alright, alright,” Kevin said, catching his breath before taking a moment to think about what he'd say next, “I wish…”