I Dream of Genie
"What is your final wish? Think about it. Remember it's your final, final wish." She stressed how it was his final wish because after this she would be done with this Master and move on to the next.
This time her Master was a stout man and like most Masters, he was conceited, thoughtless, unoriginal. Like the Masters before him, he wished for money, a 'bosomed babe', and now he was still deciding his last wish. He was probably having a mind debate about either having expensive transportation or a big house on a beach or another picturesque location. "I wish to be handsome forever!"
Laila was stunned; it was not usually wished for but she gave him his wish. "You might want to close your eyes this might hurt a bit." With waves of her ivory hands, his little body became taller, chiseled, and broader. He looked like he should for a man in his mid-thirties. When she was done, it was like he stepped out of a modeling ad.
The man raced to his bathroom to check his reflection, leaving Laila stranded in his living room with his wished for girlfriend. She was picking at her nails while Laila pretended to be fascinated with the ceiling. He rushed out, grabbed his girlfriend's hand, and slammed the door.
She was used to this kind of behavior. Grabbing her tall and slim blue violet lamp, she left through the back door. Laila didn't know where she was headed but she really could care less.