"I can't believe this," Alan said. "You're an actual genie?"
"You bet, kid," Genie said with a wink.
"Well, you're just in time, because I just had a horrible day today." Alan told Genie all about it, then had a thought. He knew what to wish for!
"Genie, I wish I could repeat the first day of high school, but as the hunk you just made me into a few minutes ago, and that I'd always been that way and that I knew what to do and how to behave in my new body!" Alan cried.
"Coming right up!" Genie shouted with a smile, pointing at Alan. He instantly fell unconscious.
Alan slowly woke up, blinking groggily. He wondered if all of it- the day, the genie- had been a dream. He stood up and realized the room seemed smaller.
Could it be?
He ran to the bathroom and saw his new self in the mirror, shirtless. Alan stood in awe. He tried bouncing his big pecs a couple times and flexed the hard balls of muscle in his biceps, felt his abs and gripped his thighs. He rubbed hands over his supermodel face, admiring the Genie's work.
He returned to his room and found stylish clothes in his dresser. He picked something that clung tightly to his muscles.
Alan had an amazing day from that point on. He remembered not to repeat the mistakes of yesterday, and everywhere he went he was looked at with envy or desire. He even got enough confidence in himself to sign up for football.
When Alan got home, he lay on his bed, exhausted. "Thanks, Genie," he said, before falling asleep.