Inever Kingdom was a quiet place, sordid in motivations but opulent in quality of life. Damon wandered down alongside the sunny streets of hardened sandstone, shuffling about in his blue robes, looking at the assorted fruit trees lining the sidewalks, and noting that there were very few people despite the decently large and squat office buildings of the downtown Castle City.
"Why am I a prince?" Damon asked aloud.
In a puff of white smoke, the beautiful Tifaret Genine appeared, abstract and glorious genie in the form of first a woman of glowing stained glass, then a man of light, then another woman of stained glass again (reconfigurability was great for genderfluid moments like this). "Because of the wording of your wish and how you imagined an illegal outcome, I had to fill in the blank. Inever couldn't exist because it lacked a continuing character, so I used the last of my bind-wishes to save its story as a living world."
"What do you mean wording?" Damon continued asking, looking around to find that of the few passerby nobody cared about the shiny lady popping out of nowhere. "I wished to stop existing, not pull a kingdom from the void."
"I told you, I couldn't kill anybody. That includes you." Tifaret said bluntly, crossing her arms and levitating into a lotus position atop a cloud of white smoke. "I couldn't bring anybody back to life either in that state, but I could prevent them from dying due to existence ambiguity."
"Well, we can try again." Damon said suicidally. "I have two wishes left, right? Shoot me, you can't kill me directly but nothing says I can't bleed out."
Tifaret materialized a gun and pointed it squarely at Damon. "Master, are you sure? You actually don't, my binding is empty of wishes so I'm running solely on personal power, which has different restrictions."
Hesitantly, Damon said "Don't shoot me then. Tell me what's going on, and why."
Tifaret dismissed her gun, slouched, and said "That's a long and painful story, unless I skip the boring parts. Settle in for a bit." so that Damon would probably not wish to die repeatedly or anything. "I am Tifaret Genine, great lesser genie of Malkuth. I emerged from the elements of the sea of worlds by right of Yesod, and obtained power over earthly things. In antiquity I was conjured and bound by the great magician Suleiman in promise to grant three wishes, a compact which you have now satisfied the third and final of. He bound me to
a lamp as a stasis device, which I am now released from in exchange for the second compact of 'mere service'. Of course, I negotiated much better working rights into this one, but with Suleiman long gone...No matter, he chose his deaths, as you almost chose yours. I have more power usable in the moment to moment, but something like flinging you between realities and restructuring on both ends is likely beyond me without far more preparations. Life, death, love...well, transformation is easier. I can command mundane elements in the moment to moment as you saw with that gun, but if you wish for greater things I will have to prepare instead of merely will them so. I know many types of rituals for enchanting items, granting powers, and directing fate, however. So, if you wished for something like a change to societal norms or trinkets of transformation, I could perhaps whip up two or so a week. I appointed myself court witch of Inever when I wrote you into this world, so I do have a day job, but it seems to be mostly a defensive and reactive curse-breaking battlemage position. Merely wish for me and I will be at your side faster than light."
The prince just sort of blinked blandly at the infodump, causing the genie to sigh and facepalm with the sound of a chime. "New deal: unlimited wishes but you have to wait for me to build them first instead of getting them instantly, so wish for magic tools. Got it?"
"Got it." Damon said blankly. "What should I wish for?"
Tifaret changed colors, from a vaguely omelet-like yellow speckled with red panes and green panes to a white effulgence and assorted beryl. She continued to facepalm for a moment before letting her arm drop. "I suggest something that'll get a lot of mileage. Maybe a blessing that allows you to change yourself to fit whatever clothing you find life included, and change what constitutes acceptable while naked. Maybe a phone app that stops time and allows you to go full character creator on people. Sheol, I could teach you kabbalah-punning and how to lie your way into the story of the universe if you wanted to learn my arts yourself. Might even want that, given the witches, trolls, dragon lakes, lakes made out of dragons, and ninjas this world apparently had...Who would've thought a neverland....Right, transformation ideas. There are cloaks that let you become an animal as long as they're worn, so you can't get form trapped or anything. There are tricks that make you young again and I can make the necessary arrangements to hide that you're physically a child...or not hide it at all, if you want to make like a millennium-witch dragon girl and flaunt regained youth. Spells and incantations to change your size, or your body parts. Even more, if you or I think of it."
With a flourish, the Lady Genine called forth a diagram of strange symbols laced with stereotypical ones in the form of hanging holographic light. Proudly, she declared "Think of the things that people would wish for, and I shall guide you to do it yourself instead of outsourcing to a stained glass window of sorcerous fire. Damon of Inever, I serve you possibility more self-guided than mere whims and wishes!"
Wasting the drama, the prince in question put a closed hand to his mouth and contemplated what to actually ask for.