A cloud of smoke covered the genie, and when it dissipated she was wearing a white t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Something about that seemed off to Vanessa. The outfit looked oddly familiar. Something else seemed odd, too. The park bench she was sitting on seemed suddenly uncomfortable. It was rougher somehow, like she could somehow feel it through her jeans and white t-shirt...
"Oh my god!" Vanessa swore as she covered herself with her hands. The stupid genie had taken her clothes! "What do you think you're doing!"
"You said to put some clothes on, mistress. Yours were the nearest at hand, and since I am unfamiliar with your culture I did not know what clothing would be appropriate otherwise."
Vanessa sat panicking, her neck swivelling as she dreaded to see if anyone was watching. "Genie! Fix this!"
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