"Why did you dress me like a slut and put me in 6 inch platform shoes?!" Sam fidgeted as she felt her mini skirt ride up even higher on her butt. Never in all her life had she felt so exposed, she felt a blush creeping up her neck into her cheeks.
"You said you wanted to be good at spicing up things, so there you go." the genie scratched his head, had he misunderstood her wish?
"I said I wanted to be good at spicing up 'these' things, the bland 'food' on the counter, not be a spice girl." Sam pointed again at the dull looking pieces of tenderloins on a frying pan. She tried taking a step forward but almost tripped, as she wasn't used to wearing platforms. This whole night had been a disaster, her date was almost here, and all she had to show for it was a dimwit genie, bland tasting food, and a cheep outfit. Not good.
"Well, I'm not a mind reader." the genie huffed. He had tried to get her wish right, truly he had.
His last owner, a small plain lady named Sasha, had said she wanted to spice things up in the bedroom for her boyfriend. She showed him a picture of a promiscuous looking woman in a magazine, wearing wearing a small cloth wrapped around her body with ridiculous pair of tall shoes to go with her almost nonexistent ensemble. He granted her wish and little Sasha couldn't have been more pleased. Maybe he was getting old, and what the hell was a Spice Girl?
"I want you to make the tenderloins tastier, TASTIER." Sam restated her last word, in order to get her point across. Here goes nothing.
"Wait, wait, you have to try to be as specific as possible when you make a wish. What do you want it to taste like?"
At this Sam was at loss of words, she didn't know. Did she want the tenderloins to be salty, citric, both?
"Genie, I don't know, I just want it to taste good." Sam rubbed her temples, she was so close to calling it quits on this date and oh yeah, she was still dressed as a hoochie spice girl.
"Well, in all my centuries of living, I've never eaten anything before, so I don't understand the concept of tasty chicken." the genie went over to the couch and took a seat, this was going to be a long night.
The doorbell rang, her date was here. Damn.
"Genie, I want you to dress me again as I was before."
"done."
Sam looked at herself and she was once again wearing her original outfit, a pink dress that was modest and long, with flats to match. She took a look in the mirror, she didn't like this, she was better off with the spice girl ensemble, the doorbell kept ringing.
"Genie, I changed my mind, I you to dress me like a spice girl again, minus the platform shoes."
"Okay, but after this you have one wish left."
"Really? I used them all up?"
"Yes, nobody gets an unlimited number of wishes, not ever."
"Fine, then in that case, I wish to save that wish." Sam had been foolish to think that the genie was hers forever, but he never said that there was a wish limit. She better cancel her date. After all, she only had two wishes left and she was not going to waste them.
The genie took one good look at Sam, this one was going to be difficult, he just knew it.