The next morning, Stacy woke up and looked to see that Margaret had already gotten up and was gone. She thought this was a good chance to get the bottle out of her footlocker and let Jeannie out, but then she changed her mind. She goes ahead and gets the bottle out, but decided not to let Jeannie out till she was somewhere safer.

Setting the bottle on the desk, Stacy greeted her. "Morning, Jeannie."

"Morning, Stacy." Jeannie's voice came from the bottle. "Did you sleep well?

Stacy was digging through her footlocker, trying to find a clean shirt to go with the olive drab shorts she was going to wear. "Very Well, Thank You. And you?"

"I think I slept okay."

"That's good, Jeannie."

"Stacy, I think that Hawkeye fellow likes you."

Stacy was pulling on her shorts. "Yeah right, Hawkeye liking me?!? He is a practical joker, but he is also the flirty type."

"More like a flirty joker." Jeannie was laughing uncontrollably. Stacy couldn't help but laugh, she also knew that Jeannie was right about him.

Stacy was finished getting dressed, so she threw on her lab coat, grabbed the bottle and stuck it her pocket and walked out of the tent. She goes into the supply tent and sets the bottle down on the same crate it was on the night before, and takes the cork off.

"Okay Jeannie, you can smoke out now. Coast is clear."

Pink smoke fills the tent and then Jeannie's figure appears. She smiles at Stacy and throws an arm around her shoulders.

"I am so glad I came to see you."

"Me too, just keep me out of trouble." Replies Stacy.



Jeannie laughs. "I will sure try." This makes Stacy laugh too.

"Okay now you need to blink yourself into some fatigues and out of that harem outfit."

Jeannie crosses her arms and blinks 3 times into fatigues similar to Stacy's, only the shorts were pink.

"Uh, Jeannie, I think you need to try again." says Stacy, trying not laugh.

Jeannie looks down and burst out laughing. "Whoops! Sorry." She crosses her arms again and blinks once. The shorts change from pink to olive drab.

"Now you got it right. Lets see what kind of torture we are going to have for breakfast today."

"Wait a minute." Says Jeannie, stopping Stacy. "I need to do something." She crosses her arms again and blinks once more, making the bottle disappear.

Stacy looks at her curiously. "Where did you blink it to?" she asks Jeannie.

"Your footlocker." Jeannie replies. "Now let's go see what's for breakfast."

After breakfast, Stacy takes Jeannie over to Radar's office and introduces her to Colonel Potter and the young Corporal O'Reilly.

"I will be glad to get a little help, Major." Radar says happily.

Stacy laughs. "Well, especially this time of week. You need all the help you can get.".

Stacy has her back to Jeannie while she is talking to Radar about one of the reports on a patient. All of a sudden, Jeannie bursts out laughing, and Stacy turns around to see what is going on. It turns out that Klinger had entered the office, and he was wearing a pink dress with matching heels and a flowered hat.

Jeannie was almost rolling on the floor, she was laughing so hard. "Mister, I think you need to look in a mirror at yourself."

Klinger was looking at her, and he was not laughing. "Why? I dress like this all the time."

"Jeannie, I would like you to meet Corporal Max Klinger, local drag queen."

Klinger looks at her dirty. "Major, I am not a drag queen. I am Queen of the Section 8."

Stacy smiles at him. "Works for me, I guess."

Jeannie is looking at him now with a funny look on her face. "You mean you dress like this all the time?"

"Yep"

"You are crazy!"

"That's what I am trying to convince everybody in this camp, but no one believes me."

"Klinger, if you started shaving your legs, we still wouldn't believe it." Adds Stacy.

Klinger rolls his eyes. Stacy looks at her watch. "Whoops, I have got Post-Op duty in 5 minutes. Are you going to be okay, Jeannie?"



"I should be fine."

"Don't worry, Major. I will show her everything." Radar says.

"Okay, see you later." Says Stacy as she walks out of the office.

An hour later, she and Hawkeye are sitting at the desk working on some paperwork whenever Klinger walks in.

"Hey Klinger, have you been in the office lately?"

"Yeah, why?" he asks.

"How is Jeannie doing?"

Klinger walks over to the desk. "Well, she was on the phone with Sparky telling him some story about her being born in Iraq 2,000 years ago. I thought she was just pulling his leg, but then she started telling him how she was banished to living in a purple bottle for eternity until some astronaut landed on the beach and freed her."

Hawkeye looks at Stacy and she has this horrified look on her face. She immediately gets up and runs out of Post-Op and into the office. Jeannie is still talking on the phone and is still babbling on. Radar is just standing there listening to her as he is sorting out the daily reports.

"…..The Blue Djinn. Yes he is blue all over, and tall!"

Stacy by now is getting a little mad. "Jeannie."

Jeannie looks up at her. "Hang on, Sparky." She looks up at Stacy again. "He loves my story!"

"Jeannie, get off the phone."

"Why? I haven't finished my story!"

"No need to! Off the phone!" says Stacy, almost yelling.

Jeannie looks back down at the desk. "Sparky, I got to go. Yeah, call me tomorrow. Bye." She hangs up the phone.

Stacy falls down on Radar's bed, puts her head under the pillow and lets out a muffled scream. God only knows what may happen next………

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Hehe. Its getting so funny now, that it is making me laugh. The next chapter should be the one where Jeannie gets drunk and uses her magic to turn the camp upside down.