When he pulled into the parking lot, he saw that the girls that had given him the cold shoulder were pulling in too.
H looked back to the lamp again and said, "I wish I wasn't so shy."
I said, "Oh Master you want to be more confident."
Then his wish was edited to say, "I wish I wasn't so shy about my appearance."
Instantly, the tailored suit that Davis was wearing became a little tighter. His undershirt vanished giving anyone who looked a better outline of his ripped chest and torso. His white briefs changed to a brightly colored jockstrap. His shoes became shinier. Davis spent too much time admiring himself and the three college girls he had tried to impress were already inside.
"Genie this is great."
Davis put my lamp in his pocket and went in to work.