The Court

Opening the yearbook, I turned right to my class and saw Amanda Alford right up near the front of the student photos. I decided to start with Amanda's court.

First I started with the very vain Lillian Vaughn. She was VERY into her looks, and her hair and make up were always perfect. The joke at school was that if her house was on fire, she wouldn't leave unless she had fixed her hair and makeup and chosen an outfit for the occaision.

Since I no longer had to talk to Genie in my thoughts, I wished out loud. "I wish Lillian Vaughn's closet was full of brightly colored polyester stretch pants that were all at least one size too small for her, brightly colored, loud hawaiin shirts with butterfly collars, and bright pink cowgirl boots,and that she loved to wear those clothes."

"Done," said Genie.

"I wish Lillian's family knew of her odd tastes in clothes and made fun of her behind her back but said nothing to her about it."

"Done," said Genie.

"I wish every class period, Lillian would check her face in a miror and think she was not wearing any makeup, and then she would hurridly apply a fresh coat of make up, and that after school, she would realize how much make up she had put on."

"Done," said Genie.

"Hmmm, six classes a day; that'll be seven coats of make up by the end of the day," I said to myself with a chuckle.

"I wish Lillian's hair would be totally wild, bushy, frizzy, and unmanageable tomorrow."

"Done," said Genie.

"Finally, I wish Lilian hated Amanda Alford and only pretended to be friends with her to get close to her, learn her secrets and secretly play mean pranks on her to humiliate her in public."

"Done," said Genie.

I looked at the photos of some of the girls in my class, and before I turned my attention to Dalia and Amanda, thought of something.

"Genie?" I asked

"Yes."

"Can you take human form?"

"Of course," she said.

"Why don't you?"

"All you have to do is wish for it."

"What do you look like?"

"Any way you want."

I thought about that. "OK, I want you to appear as the sexiest woman I can think of.

"Done."

There was a brief flash then a woman stood in my room. I was stunned. She was my dream girl. She had every aspect of the celebrities I had the hots for. She had the height and shapely, well toned legs of Maria Sharapova, the breasts of Jennifer Love Hewitt, the sultry eyes of Penelope Cruz, the cute nose of Kristen Bell, the mouth and skin tone of of Jessica Alba, and long, thick, wavy, strawberry blonde hair, parted on her left and hanging down to just below her shoulder blades. Everything was put together seemlessy, not haphazardly as in some Frankenstein experiment. She wore a black leather skrit that came to her knees, strappy black sandals, and a gold halter top. She smiled warmly at me.

I stood up and walked to her. I forgot Maria Sharapova was 6'2, and Genie was taller than I was. I couldn't speak.

Genie spun around. She also had Maria Sharapova's well-toned, rock hard ass. "Do you like?" she asked with a smile that told me she already knew the answer.

"Um...yeah, very much so," I said like a sheepish school boy. I felt a twinge in my pants