Chapter 4

The name of the club was "Trance", and James and Amy walked in without any argument from the bouncer. James was amazed that just by carrying herself differently, she looked like a completely different person. He never thought Clark Kent was a good disguise for Superman, but without changing a single thing about her outfit or look, no one seemed to be recognizing her as Amy Hart.

"How are you doing that? I would have expected someone to have recognized you by now?"

"I got the idea from an anecdote about Marilyn Monroe. Apparently, she was being interviewed in public, and the interviewer was surprised that no one was coming up to them. So, she asked if she wanted them to see her, and he replied 'yes', so she starts walking different, carrying herself more like the characters she played in the movie and suddenly everyone starts flocking to-"

"Okay, I get the picture. You're a master of human psychology. I think I see Jennifer, er, Glitter." James said.

Boy did he see Glitter. She was up on the stage doing a strip tease in the Nurse's Outfit he had seen her in earlier. She had only just taken off her hat, and was proceeding to slowly unbutton her smock. He was considering himself lucky to have her as a girlfriend, when he remembered that she now had no idea who he was. How was he going to get up to her so he could get her back to normal?

He continued to watch the show as she sensuously removed her bra, and then socks, and panties. She was good at her job, and the patrons in the club realized it. When she was done, she walked off the stage, and the announcer said, "That was the lovely Glitter, if you liked what you saw, she'll be in the back giving lap dances."

"That's our chance," Amy said, clearly a little uncomfortable with their surroundings.

James didn't need to be told twice, and they asked the bouncer in the back to get a lap dance with Glitter. Amy ended up paying the price, and the bouncer explained to James that he was to just sit there, and not touch the dancers at all. "This is going to be tricky," James thought.

He got into the room, and Glitter soon joined him. She was in a lacy white bra and panties, and looked at him curiously. "Aren't you the high schooler, I helped out earlier today?"

"Yeah, I guess I'm here to get the full Glitter experience" he said.

"Well, you know the rules. I may have done more under the table, but here you don't touch me. Think you can do that?"

"Uh, yeah. I've got it." James said nervously.

As she started to dance, rubbing her body sensuously over his hard prick, he was enjoying the ride she was taking him on. It wasn't the same as the blow job had been, but it was still taking his mind away from the job at hand. He started glancing at the bouncer to see when he would get a chance to touch her and turn her back to normal. He finally got an opportunity when Amy saw that he wasn't making his move, and began chatting up the bouncer.

He tried touching the writhing form before him, and choked out the words "You are-"

But she ended up shoving his hand away. "Not while I'm on the job."

The bouncer stopped being distracted by Amy's talking and came up to James. "Is there a problem here?"

"No, he's fine. I just imagined he was touching me, that's all."

"That's what I thought," the bouncer said as he walked back to the entrance, careful not to let Amy distract him.

"At this rate I'm never going to get her back to normal," thought James. "I guess, desperate times call for desperate measures."

Just as he was about to finish, he stood up and groped the breasts of his former girlfriend, "Your mind is back to normal. Also-"

But he didn't get the last part out, the bouncer was on him before he had time to think, and he was forcefully removed from the club and thrown down to the ground. "Don't come back buddy!" they spat at him and took his picture. He guessed he wasn't coming back here any time soon.

Amy came out and helped him up. "Did you manage to turn her back?"

"I don't think so. I-"

But he got his second surprise of the night when he saw Jennifer come out of the club and slap him right in the face. "You asshole! What did you do to me? Why do I look like this?" She shouted at him.

She kept slapping him, and between her blows he could barely get an explanation out. It took Amy pulling her away and restraining her before he actually managed to say, "I know you're angry, and you have every right to be, but I was going to change you back."

"Oh yeah, when were you planning to change me back, huh? How long was I going to spend as a bimbo too dumb to tie her own shoes?"

James looked at her confused. "What do you mean? I didn't make you any dumber when I made you a strip-"

"I'm not talking about being a stripper you jerk. That was bad, but it wasn't as bad as leaving me a bubble-headed, bubble gum chewing bimbo. I was on track to be valedictorian, and you made me too stupid to know 2+2=4."

James was very confused. "Was this one of your wishes, sis?"

Amy shrugged as best she could while still holding Jennifer back, "can't be, you wouldn't be able to change her back if it was." Then she thought for a moment, and it came to her, "Oh that's why Desiree-"

"Who the hell is Desiree, and why is Amy Hart holding me back?" Jennifer asked. "Did you do weird things with her head to?"

"No, I'm his sister, and I-"

"You did you asshole! Change her back! Change everyone you changed back! And," she managed to push Amy to the ground, "let go of me you brainwashed bitch."

James was about to try another tactic to calm her down, when Amy cut him off. "Look I think I can explain everything. Just calm down and let me explain." Jennifer didn't look any less angry, but she seemed willing to listen.

"See, James found this genie-"

"What the crap is this story? Try again, bitch." Jennifer retorted.

"Listen to the whole thing before you interrupt, there's going to be a lot of unbelievable stuff in the story, but I need to explain the whole thing for you to understand."

Amy caught Jennifer up on most of the events she knew about, then said speculatively, "I think the reason James doesn't remember turning you into a bimbo is because he couldn't remember the changes he made to people until I, I mean Desiree, helped him. She realized that the changes he was making were affecting him too, so he had to use his power on himself to keep his memory."

"Wait, so you're saying that there are changes I've made that I can't remember?" James asked.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. Isn't Jennifer different from how you remember her?"

James looked at Jennifer. The girl he remembered helping cheat through middle and high school. His girlfriend. Even with the body of a stripper, he could tell that this wasn't the Jennifer he knew and loved. She had a sharp intelligence in her eyes, and carried herself in a very formal manner.

"So, you're the real Jennifer?" he asked.

"Yes. Straight A student, not some silly bimbo. And your former girlfriend. After all the shit you put me through, we're done you bastard."

Even hearing it from a completely different Jennifer than he remembered, he was hurt. The girl that he had gotten to know since Middle School was breaking up with him. "Well," He started and realized his eyes had started to water up.

"Well," he continued, "that's fair I guess. I guess you want me to turn you back."

"Yeah, and give me my real body, not some brainless slut's."

James sadly walked up to Jennifer, and touched her on the shoulder. "You're back..." in that moment he tried to imagine life without his Jennifer. She may have been dumb as a brick, but she was kind and she loved him. They always supported each other, and now that was all going to be gone, just because some Jennifer, the real Jennifer broke up with him. "...to the way you were this morning."

Before his eyes Glitter the stripper disappeared, and was replaced with the hottest girl in school, with a dull look in her eyes. "Oh, honey. Where, like, are we? What is this... what's the word. Oh yeah, place" she finished with slight smile.

"Don't worry, you're safe now," he said, embracing her. "I'll never let anything happen to you again babe." She returned the hug, and he was happy to have her back.

"Enough chit chat with your girlfriend," Amy said, "we need to get the lamp and make me your sister again."

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot." James said. He was glad that his sister had apparently not noticed the change. "Jennifer, do you have a lamp that you got recently?"

"Oh, yeah. Totally. It was really pretty. I, like, saw it and it was so sparkly I knew I had to have it."

"Great, can you take us to it now?"

"Like, anything for my beau," she said.

***

They got to the lamp in Jennifer's room. James rubbed it, and was surprised to see Desiree. "Oh master, you found me again. I'm so happy! You can finally get your last wish."

"Oh, um, hi I guess. I don't really remember you." James said.

"Oh, of course. I, uh, guess I was going to help this strange woman become my sister again." He said winking towards Amy.

"Oh, is that so?" the genie said, softly and sadly. "I had dared to hope that someone would free me one day, but I suppose that dream will have to wait. I understand. It's your sister, that's important."

James considered for a moment. He realized that his perfect moral compass had been slowly ground down since he got his powers. He had done things he would have never dreamed of doing, and he hadn't felt that bad. With no limits he had become something different. He wondered if the fact that he didn't care one bit for the genie or his supposed sister made him a monster. He almost wanted to make a completely selfish wish. Something that opened even more possibilities than his current powers did.

"Genie, I wish..."

***

Epilogue

A week had passed since his last run in with the genie. In the end, he had helped Amy become his sister again. She was still famous, but he cancelled her last wish, whatever it was. He was happy that when his nose was to the grindstone, he had made the right choice. It was a decisive moment and it taught him self-control. He still had fun with his powers of course, but in more controlled doses.

Things settled back into a sort of normality after that. He looked up at Ms. Maycomb, as she taught the class in her cheerleader outfit again. Maybe he would turn her back one day, if Empress Jennifer willed it. He looked fondly at her majesty, and smiled at her.

Her desk was a ruby throne, and at her side was her handmaiden Desiree. After James had made Amy his sister again, Jennifer had gotten to use her wishes. He didn't know what changes she made, but he knew that the Great Empire of Jennifer was just as peaceful as it always was.

When Empress Jennifer had James tell her about the changes he made to her, she commanded him to changer her back, but it seemed like whatever wishes she made prevented him from making any more changes to her. She didn't mind that much. She may not have been the brightest bulb in the bunch, but she was a just and fair ruler.

At least, that what James said every day when he said the Pledge of Allegiance to Her Majesty, with his hand on his heart. It was good to be one of her many husbands.