genie of the wish bank

When I picked up that weird coin off the sidewalk one day, I thought I'd just see if it was worth anything, it looked old.
I was not expecting a 6 inch high blonde in a bikini to suddenly appear when I put it in my pocket. I thought I'd lost my mind. She insisted I hadn't, even though it seemed no one else could see her.
She was highly excited and happy, and said she was the genie of the wish bank, and that I had won by picking up that coin, so that she would grant me three wishes, all I had to do was write my wishes down on a piece of paper.
At this point, I wasn't sure if I was losing my mind or not, so I figured I might as well. I thought for a while, and then wrote them down, wishing for a billion dollars, the power to make any girl want to sleep with me, and to be in peak physical condition no matter what I eat or do.
"Hmmmm" she said floating in front of me. "Those aren't really my style... I'll put them in my bank. Maybe use them if I run out of fun ones someday."
"I thought I got my three wishes!" I said feeling cheated.
"Oh no silly!" She laughed. "It's a wish bank! I said you write down your three wishes, and then I would grant you three wishes. From the bank! I choose them at random, that way it makes it more fun!"
"That's stupid, why would I want someone elses wishes? Forget it!" I said, ready to throw the stupid coin in the river.
"Oh it's too late for that, you already agreed. Plus, I chose them already. I remember these ones, your going to be really surprised! They were made by a girl that goes to the Washington High School, just a few miles from her, and it was just last week! She was very jealous! She got someone elses wishes though, and now she owns a strip club in las vegas, has a ten inch penis and is married to some female porn star. Well, go ahead and read them out loud so I can grant them and get on my way!" She said, pointing at me and a piece of paper appearing in my hand.
I was about to refuse, but found myself unable, instead I raised the piece of paper, and began to read the girlish handwriting on it out loud, trying to stop myself when I realized what it said but unable due to the genies magic.
"First, I wish that instead of Trisha, I was the prettiest, sexiest, most popular girl in the senior class at Washington High. Next, I wish I was a better cheerleader than her and I would take her spot as head cheerleader and when we are cheering all the guys stare at me instead because I'm hotter and my boobs were even bigger and sexier than hers. Third I wish that Brad would dump her because were so attracted to each other, and then we'll date and fall in love, be prom king and queen and then get married and have babies and Trisha will be soooo jealous!" I finally stopped.
"Granted!" She said, pointing at me again. "Enjoy your new life!"
Well, that was 2 weeks ago. That's how I went from being a 30 year old bartender named Paul to becoming the 18 year old head cheerleader at Washington High School named Paula. Everyone thinks I've always been Paula, even my parents, who I live with again!
I'm the head cheerleader, and I'm also the most popular and sexiest girl in the school.
Brad and me are dating now as well. He's on his way here right now, and my parents are out for the night. I tried to resist that part more than anything, but the stupid wish... I can't help it, I'm so attracted to him, I can never say no to anything he wants... we made out on the first date, and I've let him finger me and feel me up, and I've given him a hand job... and tonight I think I'm going to let him see me naked and then fuck me. The way he stares at my tits, I know the second he sees me without my shirt and my boobs bouncing around he'll throw me down and do me right on the spot... and that's what this body wants so badly.
Oh, yeah, and these fucking boobs. Of course Brad can't keep his hands off them. They are bigger and sexier than Trisha's, I've seen hers in the showers. These things way a ton, and are a total pain to deal with, especially jumping around cheerleading, bouncing all over with all the guys staring at me like they want to rip my clothes off. Guys stare at them everywhere I go constantly. I guess that's part of being the sexiest girl in my high school.