Davis began to drive to the grocery store that he mannaged, well, assistant-managed.
He pulled up to the light and saw three college girls in the car next to him eyeing his hot new ride. David rolled down his tinted window and immediately their faces fell. When the light turned green, they raced down the street leaving Davis in the dust.
Davis glances back at my lamp and he said, "With a car like this, I should pull in all the babes, if only I had a better body. Genie, I wish I was in better physical condition."
Time skipped a beat, and Master said it again. "Genie, I wish I was obsessive about being in better physical condition." I nodded my head and the world changed.
He was fucking ripped. Six feet tall, two hundred and five pounds, and it was clear that he went to the gym every morning. Next to my lamp was a gym bag with the scent of sweaty clothes emanating from it. There were subtle changes back the house too – a workout logbook sitting open on a kitchen counter that was crammed with protein powders and supplements; an alarm clock set for some 5 A.M. lifting. Master's body ached, but that only made him happier.
The car reeked. Davis's issues with personal hygiene were beyond control now. He had smelled like a dumpster fire before he had wished to be an exercise fanatic but now it was awful. Luckily, he made another wish.
Davis had begun to squirm in his ill fitted suit. Before it was too loose and baggy but now it was cutting off the circulation in his arms.
"Genie, I wish that my clothes were better and fit."
This was great, I thought to myself. He's making quicker wishes now.
Time rewound and he said, "Genie, I wish that all my clothes were better smelling and fit perfectly."
This wish worked out best for me because now the gym clothes were laundered and his body odor was mostly contained by the newly tailored suit he was wearing.
Davis smiled broadly and continued to work.