A/N: Hey everyone, I'm Tara Burgundy. This is my first IDOJ fanfic, and I'm really happy I finally got around to writing one because I'm a really huge fan of Barbara Eden and the show itself. I've got to thank Retro Mania for suggesting me this idea because it really is a great one. I hope I was able to create a good enough plot and story based off of it!
This story will be containing some adult situations, but they will mostly be contained in one of the future chapters. The rest of it will still definitely be somewhat heated, but definitely nothing graphic.
Please feel free to give me any feedback through reviews; all comments, both good and bad, are most definitely welcomed! :D
Now, without any further ado, please enjoy this story!
Jeannie walked around inside her bottle, humming as she put everything into its place. She liked tidying it up every once in a while; no genie ever liked getting a rusty bottle, after all.
"There," she said, smiling at her work.
She was especially proud of how nice her bottle looked since she had just blinked in some new decor. She was getting tired of seeing the same old patterned pillows day after day over and over again. Those designs were so 2000 years ago!
"If only my sister could see my bottle now," Jeannie thought. "then she would never say it was stuffy like she said last time she visited."
Suddenly, she got an idea... Why couldn't her sister see her bottle? It would be as simple as just blinking her over like she did last time. There was only one tiny problem: she knew that her master would definitely object. After all the trouble Jeannie II had caused last time, Tony would never approve of her inviting her sister back.
"Well then, I will just blink her away before my master comes home for dinner," she said. She still had a few hours until he would come home.
She blinked herself out of her bottle and stood on the living room floor, readying her hands so that she could blink her sister over.
She blinked her eyes yet again, and with a poof of purple smoke, her sister stood right next to her, dressed in her green genie costume.
"There you are sister!" she exclaimed.
"What do you want now?" her sister asked, disinterested. "My master has been putting me through hell and back ever since you blinked him back here and he found out where I had escaped."
"If you were worried about that, then you shouldn't have tricked my master like that," Jeannie said, indignant.
"Where is master baby now, anyway?" Jeannie II asked, looking around vixenly.
"He's at work," Jeannie replied.
"Why did you call me over here, then?"
"Last time you were here, you said that my bottle looked very cramped. Well, I have redecorated it now, and I wanted you to see how nice my bottle really is."
"Why don't we both go inside, and you can show me," Jeannie II said with a mischievous look in her eyes.
"Sure," Jeannie said, and blinked herself into her bottle, exiting with a column of pink smoke.
Jeannie II then sauntered over to the table, grabbed Jeannie's bottle cork, and closed the bottle shut, trapping Jeannie inside.
"Ha, you almost make it too easy, sister," Jeannie II laughed.
"Let me out!" Jeannie screamed, banging the side of the bottle. She didn't know what she couldn't believe more: the fact that her own sister would trap her in her bottle again or that she had fallen for the same trick twice.
"Relax darling, I was going to let you out anyway. I just wanted to have some fun before I went back to my own dull life."
"Quickly!" Jeannie huffed. She was thankful her sister wasn't serious about trapping her inside her bottle this time, but it was still a mean thing to do!
Right then, the phone in the house began ringing.
"That must be my master calling now." Jeannie said. "I have to take that call!"
"Tony baby?" Jeannie II asked, her curiosity getting piqued. "Don't you worry dear, I'll just take that call," she said, sauntering over to pick it up.
"No, you won't!" Jeannie exclaimed before realizing that she had no actual way of stopping her.
"Hello, master," Jeannie II said in a sensual voice on the phone.
"Jeannie, is your voice alright?" Tony asked from the other end of the line.
Jeannie II cleared her throat, then began in a voice more similar to her sister's. "I likely just lost my voice. What did you want to call for?"
"Oh, I just wanted to say that I'm going to be getting off work early tonight, so I can finally take you on that dinner date that I've been promising you. Why don't you get ready and I'll pick you up at around 7?"
"Oh, I'll be ready, master darling," she said, mischievously smiling after she ended the call.
Jeannie II walked back to where Jeannie's bottle was sitting on the couch.
"Will you let me out now?" Jeannie asked, frustrated.
"There's been a change of plans," Jeannie II said, smiling wickedly. "You've got a date with Tony baby tonight, and since you're too bottled up to go, I think I'll take your place."
"You can't trap me like this and trick my master again!" Jeannie said. She knew she should've thought twice before inviting her sister over again. Now she was in the same position she was last time she had visited.
"I might let you out after I come back tonight, but until then, enjoy your bottle," Jeannie II said, grinning evilly.
Jeannie II left Jeannie still fuming inside her bottle and went to the mirror. With the quick blink of her eyes, her appearance quickly changed to match Jeannie's, just like last time. She now looked like a near perfect copy of her sister. She just had to be a bit more careful to hide some of her mannerisms last time. She didn't want to act too much like her own flirtatious self and sell out her cover to Tony. She also had to remember to beware of that little friend of his, Roger.
This time, she would be more careful, for sure. Yes, she would now definitely succeed into making Tony Nelson hers, and all hers. No one could resist a night alone with Jeannie II.