Chapter 3

"Okay, class" Ms. Maycomb said, "this is, like, a really pretty rock. It was formed like, a few decades, or centuries, or... what's the word? I don't know, like a really long time ago."

Ms. Maycomb was back in her adult body, but not in her adult mind. James decided he liked her cheerleader persona, and it seemed like all the male students in the class agreed. It's possible that her wearing her cheerleader outfit as she taught the class helped them along in the assessment. On her adult body, the fabric of the top was being stretched to the limit, and he skirt was dangerously short. James got the impression that every boy was waiting for her to drop something, so that she could bend over and pick it up.

Nobody learned much, but most of the people didn't mind. James glanced over at Jennifer, and saw that she was actually taking notes for once. Seemed like she was happy to finally have an instructor who taught on her level. James felt bad for her. Maybe he would throw her a bone and make her a little bit smarter later. He grew tired of constantly having to explain things to her, even if she was sexy as hell. He needed a little more substance in conversations. He was actually a bit surprised that he had been shallow enough to be with a dumb girl just because she was smoking hot, but that thought was quickly forgotten when class finished up and she caught him by surprise by yanking him into the girls restroom and pulling down his pants in one of the stalls.

"Does this feel good?" she said, as she began to suck on his still hard cock.

"Y-yeah, that's really good. Keep doing that. You are the best person in the world at blow jobs after all." James said while his hand gripped her head. What followed was pure ecstasy. She licked and sucked like a pro, and that gave James an idea.

"You're not a high school student anymore. You're a 25 year old stripper, and a high school dropout. I'm just another client from one of your side jobs, as far as your concerned."

Before his eyes, her normal high school clothes were replaced with a sexy nurse's outfit.

"That'll be 25 bucks, big boy." she said. "High school discount. Glitter's always happy to help a young man figure women out."

"Of course," James said. "Where do you work again?"

She gave him the address of a shady strip club in town, and left. He thought it would be fun to try and "retrieve" her later, and restore her back to normal.

As he left the bathroom after her, he saw guys gawking as she walked out of the school.

***

After school, he was heading to his car, when he received a big surprise. Amy Hart (the Amy Hart) was walking towards him, looking just as sexy as all her magazine covers. Clearly they didn't need to Photoshop this beauty, but why was she at his school and walking towards him? She had a worried look on her face.

"U-uh, you're Amy Hart, right? I'm your biggest fan." James said.

"Oh no, not you too! Please tell me you remember me, James?"

"I mean, I've seen you on tv and-"

"That's not what I mean! Don't you remember, I'm your sister?" Amy Hart said to him.

"I feel like I would remember Amy Hart being my sister."

By now a crowd of students had gathered, and some students were trying to get Amy's attention, asking for autographs and the like.

"We can't talk here. Let me in your car and drive us home."

James was a bit surprised that this was all happening. He wondered if this was some sort of side effect of his powers, but he wasn't about question a gorgeous world famous model asking to get in a car with him. When they were safely in the car and away from the crowd, the discussion resumed.

"James, this is going to be a bit hard to believe, but I'm your sister."

"You already said that, it and it was just as unbelievable the first time," James said, cocking his eyebrows.

"No, please you've got to believe me. I found a genie, the same one you found-"

"I've never seen a genie in my life."

She looked angrily at him, "oh please, James. Remember when your car just randomly fixed itself? Or when you gained the power to change reality by touching people-"

"How do you know about that?"

"James, you can't be this thick. These kind of things don't just happen. Do you really think you just woke up with magical powers?"

James considered this for a moment, it was a little strange.

"But if that was a genie, why don't you have three examples to point out?" James said.

"It's because I snuck into your room before you made your last wish."

"Okay, I think I'm following... Wait a minute! Was your wish to become a famous model?"

"Now you're catching on, James. Yes, I wished for the life I have now, but my last wish somehow caused me to not be related to you guys anymore."

"What wish was that?"

"I don't want to tell you that now."

"Come on, sis," James said, putting his hand on her shoulder "you can-"

She flicked his hand away before he could use his power. "Keep your eyes on the road, and don't you dare use your power unless I let you. What kind of brother are you?"

"One who just met you, I guess."

She sighed in frustration and continued. "I was hoping since you had one last wish, you might be able to change me back into your sister if we found the lamp again?"

"You mean you don't have it anymore?"

"No, but I know who does. It's a stripper who lives downtown. Jennifer is her name, but her stage name is Glitter."

"Wait, what is this stripper's last name?" James asked with a gulp.

"Umm... it was Jennifer Randall. I can't actually think of why I sent the lamp to her. I thought I knew her for some reason."

"I... think I know why. She used to be my girlfriend."

"You don't mean you-"

"Yeah," James said sheepishly. "I changed her, but I was going to change her back. It was just supposed be a day of harmless fun."

"Well, we need to get to her and get the lamp."

"Wait, why do we need the lamp? Can't I just use my power and change you?"

"I don't know if I trust you-"

"Look, even if I don't remember you being my sister, I'd never do anything bad to a family member. You can trust me to do the right-"

"You turned your girlfriend into a random stripper, forgive me if that doesn't inspire confidence in your self-control," she said in voice dripping with venom.

"Gosh, you must really be my sister, because only a sister would be this much of a buzz kill. Just trust me, here..." He reached out his hand to touch her shoulder. She looked ready to brush him off again, but her expression softened and she let his hand stay. "You're my sister again."

"Did it work?" she asked, "do you remember me again?"

"No, I don't. Sorry." James replied.

"Ugh. I was afraid it wouldn't work. The residual magic of your power isn't enough to undo a genie wish. Only another genie wish can do that."

"So, we need to get the lamp?"

"Yeah, we need to get the lamp. Looks like we're going to have to pick up your girlfriend."