For some reason, you now have this overwhelming urge to
go after young college boys.
"What is with me, and what have you done to me!" you yell at the
genie.
"Oh, nothing much. You are now just compelled by an overwhelming
lust to bed college boys, and the younger the better."
"Hey Genie, as much as I'd love to stay and argue with you, I
just have to get to that Frat Party down the street."
Racing away, you hear the Genie holler at you," Did I mention
that evertime you or your unfortunate bedfellow orgasm, you'll
yourselves either younger or older?"
"How much are we talking about?" you yell back.
"Just wait and see, oh, and I'll make you 45 years old to start
with, for arguing with me about it."
You consider saying something else, but then decide to just
shut up and do what you can to get laid.