"Heh, heh, now comes your turn," the genie.
"Uh, wait, I don't want to be in the NFL!"
"Of course, not," the genie said patting his shoulder, "You just want to be the biggest guy out there."
"Well, yeah, sort-oh, oh, oh!" exclaimed the third youth, as he began to grow out of his clothing. His buttons popped and his seams ripped.
He was huge. Over six feet tall and muscular, except he kept getting bigger. His underwear was elastic with rags hanging from it. His shoes were split on the floor.
"Whass happening to me?" he asked.
"Sumo-sized," the genie added, "You know the fan contests during half time? A couple fans get into Sumo suits and then race with the added weight and bulk? You need a loincloth!" And suddenly the tattered undies become a Sumo Wrestler's loincloth.
"I'm going to be a Sumo Wrestler?"
"Sort of," snickered the genie. He reached over and pulled on the big rubbery man's back. The sound of velcro ripping, and he began to collapse. "You're a Sumo Suit. Better get you back in the mascot's store room, so you'll be ready to wear at half time. Practice is over for the day, so your buddies will just be stuck in the equipment room until Monday."
"Zumbuhdee gonna wear me?" the deflated suit mumbled.
The genie clapped his hands and the three were where they were supposed to be.
"Well, that was fun! Oh, Master Nate, where have you rolled off to?"