"I shall grant you three wishes under these circumstances.
"One: You shall not ask for true love.
"Two: You shall not ask for immortality.
"Three: You may not request more than the three wishes I give.
"Four: You may not revive a dead person."
The Genie crossed his arms in waiting, watching the young woman as her chest heaved with excitement. He floated, silent.
"For my first wish, I wish for eternal beauty, health, and happiness."
"Done." The Genie snapped his fingers. Suddenly, without sound and flashes of light, the young woman was no longer plain. Her hair turned from mud-brown to golden blonde. Her eyes were a brilliant, emerald green. Her body seemed to transform—no longer was she the chubby girl, but with a body that men, and women alike, would lust after, would want to make their own. As she felt these changes take place, she was exuberant. Every worry, fear, and loathing was gone in an instant.
"For my second wish, I want riches that I've never seen."
"Done." The Genie, again, snapped his fingers. A single envelope fell from the sky. The words United Bank of Los Angeles were written above the return address. She tore off the end of the envelope, and with quaking hands, slid the single piece of folded paper out; it was a bank statement. Slowly, deliberately, she flattened the paper, her eyes scanning the thing. Balance for the month of August: $794,000,000,000.
After a few moments of disbelief, she cleared her throat and whispered, "For my third, and final wish, I wish to live in a world where magic is real, where I am a part of that magic. I want powers heard of only in fairy tales..."
"Done." With the snap of his fingers, and with a slight smile, the Genie produced a puff of lavender smoke, and it was as if she was sleeping.
All memories of recent days swirled together, into one mass, forming a dream. She slept as she had never slept before, unbothered, peaceful.
As she awoke, she notice something strange and unusual—no longer was she 19 years old, she was younger, prepubescent. Young.
"MOM!" She cried into the darkness. The sun was still rising, its scarlet light pouring into her bedroom.
Something was different. She could feel it. The air smelled… Fresher. It was greener outside, trees were taller, birds louder, and the sky was actually blue!
She jumped out of bed, already running, in an entirely unfamiliar house. Her parents were the same people, but they, too, were younger. Her brother was once again a toddler, babbling nonsense and smiling at everything.
She looked in the mirror, and as she noticed, she was only younger. Nothing more. Amidst her confusion, she noticed that her favorite hair tie was sitting on a high book shelf. She wanted it, but couldn't reach. She thought to just leave the room, but as she turned around to find her mother, the hair tie was on the floor, in front of her. Strange…
She found the living room, after a few minutes of searching. Her mother, dressed in a pink house coat, was sitting on a massive, plush couch, watching the morning news on the T.V.
"Good morning, dear!" Her mother's sweet voice sang.
I don't know what that Genie did, but at least my mother's in a good mood.