Tony and Jeannie were having breakfast, one workday morning. Their reverie was interrupted by a visitor—Jeannie's sister!
"Hello, darling!," she said.
Jeannie and Tony both sighed.
"What are you doing here, Sister?"
"I've come with a proposal for your master."
"Whatever it is, the answer is no!," he said.
"Just listen to me first: I will whisk you away to your very own mansion."
"No!"
"You will live there in complete luxury, and you will never have to work again."
"No!"
"And all your needs will be taken care of by topless maids!"
"Hmm. . . "
"NO!," said Jeannie.
"No," repeated Tony.
She shook her head. "You are a little man!"
She blinked, and he became 5' tall! Then she vanished.
He looked at himself. "Jeannie!"
"Sister! SISTER!"
She didn't return; however they could hear laughter in the air.
"Can you blink me back, Jeannie?"
"No, Master! I cannot interfere with another genie's spell!"
"Well, try—please?"
"If you insist."
She blinked; nothing happened!
"I told you, master!"
"You mean I'll have to stay like this until your sister decides to return? I've got to get to work!"
"There is something I can do, master—and you're small enough for me to do it."
"What?"
"I need to put my body scent over you, using my hands."
"OK."
He was standing in the chair. She brought her hand down, and he got onto it. Then she picked him up. Looking at him she giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"I am sorry, Master, but you look so cute!"
"Jeannie!"
"All right, now lie down."
"He did this. She closed her two hands together, being careful not to smother him. After a few seconds, she unfolded them. Then she carefully placed him on the floor.
"Now, walk back a bit, Master."
He did this. She kneelt in front of him and blinked.
Nothing happened!
"So, now what, Jeannie?"
"There is another thing we can try—my feet."
"Your feet? Well, OK."
She sat in the chair and kicked her slippers off.
"Now, stand right here," she said, and she pointed at a spot. He walked over to it.
She carefully cupped her feet around him, between the arches of each foot. Again, she held this position for a few seconds, then she uncupped her feet.
"Now, stand back." He did this, and once again she blinked.
At first, nothing happened. But then he started growing tall again. In a few seconds, he was back to his regular size.
"Thanks, Jeannie!"
"You are welcome."
At that moment, the sister reappeared! She stared at Tony.
"She must have used her feet on you! Did they smell?"
"No, they didn't," said Tony.
"Well, I'll tell you what: I'll let bygones be bygones—so long as Tony apologizes to me."
"Never!"
"MASTER!"
He sighed. "I'm sorry, Sister."
"Apology accepted."
She kissed Jeannie and disappeared.
"Well, that's a relief! Thanks again, Jeannie."
"Master?"
"Yes, Jeannie?"
"My feet don't smell, do they?"
He laughed. "No, not at all, Jeannie! You have wonderful feet!"
She hugged and kissed him.
He looked at his watch. "Now, I'm almost late!"
"No problem, Master."
She blinked, and transported him to the front of his building. He went inside.