You decide to stop by 7-11 to pick up some beer for the party - you feel sorta silly dressed up in your costume, but it's also fun, especially since you are carrying the lamp. Several customers stare at you, and one little girl waiting in the car points and shouts 'Aladdin!' as you walk by. Grabbing a cold 12-pack of Budweiser, you head for the register. Luckily, there is no line and you set the beer down on the counter.
The clerk is in his late teens at most, with big teeth in braces and copper-red hair. His name tag reads 'Danny'. When you come to the counter, he stares open mouthed for a moment, then shakes his head. "Wicked costume, dude. You look just like the cartoon character come to life!" Then he notices the beer and frowns. "Um, I'll need to see some ID. You look younger than me." Since you just turned drinking age, you are used to being carded, and hand him your license. He peers at it, and than back at you. "Uh, I'd get in serious trouble if I let you use this ID. Sorry. They're really strict."
Annoyed, you say "I'm wearing a costume!" But when you hear your voice, you stop. That isn't you!
Danny shakes his head. "A costume isn't going to change you that much. Come on, dude. It doesn't even look like you at all, and you're, like, way shorter and younger and have black hair."
You suddenly remember the car seat and turned to stare at yourself in the mirror behind the burritos. The boy reflected back is just like what Danny said. A real life version of the Aladdin character. You couldn't be more than 16, obviously Arabic.
Danny looks around to make sure no one else is around and says "I'd do anything for you I could. You are pretty hot" He flushes, then says "Sorry. But I'd get fired if I sold you the beer and I really need this job."
You look back at the clerk. He is pretty homely, with those teeth and a pug nose and ears that look like handles sticking out from his head. But he is friendly and you like him. On a sudden impulse, you rub the lamp and hold it out. "Hold this a minute - I have my real ID here somewhere."
The clerk takes the lamp and suddenly goes motionless. There is a flicker of light around him, and then he vanishes. You just manage to catch the lamp before it hits the counter. A lady who was fixing coffee in the back comes up and looks around. "Where did Danny go? His shift isn't over for another hour!" Then she looks at you and the beer and scowls. "Don't even try it, kid. No alcohol to minors."
You are still flustered by the kid's disappearance, and then rush out of the store back to your car. The kid vanished right in front of you! But that was impossible! You had been fooling around, not really expecting any of this to be real. But then you look back at yourself in the rear-view mirror. It is no joke, no illusion. You have become a real live Aladdin! Which means that... you take a deep breath and rub the lamp.