You say,"I understand you want to be the queen bee, so be it!"
The man blinks. Everything around him is growing- even his clothing. The lamp is falling. His clothes are falling. His wings keep him from falling. Flowers explode with color all around the unlucky criminal. He is now the queen bee, he flies toward his hive in the center of the flower fields. She is rich beyond the dreams of avarice. The hive is overflowing with honey, and royal jelly. A male bee flies up and mounts the surprised queen. She mates with two or three males before entering her hive, and begins laying eggs- hundreds of eggs. Human thoughts have no place in the queen bee's brain, and fade away. It's good to be the queen.
You stare at the big screen. The villain should be lamenting his wish, but it is happy. Still it's only a bee, so maybe that's punishment enough. Next time, maybe a higher life form, so it has memories left to lament. How long will that take?
You try to log in to your Netflix account. Does not exist. Damn, becoming a genie erased your human existence? Hm, you wish you knew someone's sign in- and you do.
You just locate the show you want to binge watch, when there's an earthquake. No, it's not a quake. Someone has picked up your lamp. Good more stupid wishes! But why now, just when you were about to Chillax...