Drake made it back to his dorm room in record time, with the anticipation of his next wish growing stronger with every passing moment. But still the question remained what should he wish for next? He didn't want to make any irrational wishes, yet he was just so excited he couldn't help himself from digging something up. What should he change? "I know" he finally said!
Drake was a great looking guy, very Abercrombie and Fitch. His body was well toned due to the many hours he spent at the campus gym each week, and his face was handsomely chiseled. The one thing he was lacking, however, the one thing he always envied about other men was their body hair. Drake was very smooth for a young man of 21, and he often wondered if he would ever finish going through puberty. He wanted to grow more hair and to appear even more manly. So he removed the lamp from the bag, and again used his shirt to rub the top, and in an instant the strange fog began to again emit from the lid.
"Greetings Mortal, I am Beldazarr, The Djinn of Mind and Body! What is your next wish?" the Djiin said.
Drake hesitated only a moment before he said, "I wish I was hairy"
Beldazarr just said, "It is done" and disappeared.
Drake suddenly dropped the lamp to the bed as he began to feel the tingling sensation begin all over his body. The feeling was most pronounced under his arms, and in his pants, but the feeling was everywhere. He looked at himself and it was like a time progression movie as he watched his arm hair recede from his skin. Drake instantly stripped off his shirt and took down his cargo pants to be better able to inspect what was happening to him. He couldn't believe his eyes. As his treasure trail grew upwards and branched out across his chest, he could see the natural bush he had surrounding his genitals began to lift the fabric of his jockeys, and finally poof out from beneath his legs. Branches of thick hair continued down his legs and onto the top of his feet. And the locks hanging from his pits were now measurable using a ruler. The hair on his head had also grown at least another foot hanging down to the middle of his back, and the beard on his face curled into a thick wooly mass of brown.
Finally the tingling sensation stopped and Drake went the full length mirror on his closet door to take full stock of his transformation. What stared back from the mirror both fastinated and freaked him out. Nobody he had ever seen in his life had been this hairy. He reminded himself of a shaggy dog, or bigfoot or something, but he was definetly all human. Just a very hairy human. This was above and beyond what he was expecting, and knew he would have to word his future wishes more carefully.