"For my first wish I want to be cool, and capable, and better!" the boy finished excitedly. You could feel this wish was coming from years of classmates giving him a hard time and having been a man who wasn't super popular in high school yourself, seeing a desperate 14-15 year old punched you right in the empathy.
"Alright," you chuckled in your sultry feminine voice, "there's an awful lot to unpack there, I don't know what you mean by... Ugh." you could feel something welling up inside you rapidly, but you try again, "I mean, I know what I thought was cool when I was a teenaged boy. Oof!" you grimaced as the feeling intensified into pain across your body and was rapidly becoming a migraine.
The kid's face hit the floor in shocked horror, "WHAT!?!"
It was too much, and it hurt, every inch of your skin felt like bugs were crawling over and biting you, your brain felt like something was ripping through it, ransacking your thoughts, in desperation you stopped trying to hold back whatever this was and everything was enveloped in a thick cloud of slightly grayish white smoke.
As the smoke began to clear a deep "Woah." emanated from where you thought the boy's computer desk was, you didn't get the best look at the room but even without seeing the whole space, you could tell the acoustics of the room changed.
"Kid? Sorry about that, I'm still getting a hang of this whole wish granting thing." you called out.
"Naw, that's fine, it was quite the theatric display, I totally approve." Came the reply.
You could see a shape where the voice was coming from but it wasn't the voice of the overly eager, (and you presumed most often timid,) teen.
A moment later the smoke fully dissipated revealing you were no longer in a small teenager's room but the 'lived in' living room of an upscale apartment. The kid was nowhere to be seen instead, instead a handsome, muscular young man in his early 20's was casually reclining on the couch. He was wearing a fashionable brown jacket with a white t-shirt and black pants, his hair and beard were immaculately styled and looked trendy.
"Master? Where are you?" you called trying not to panic.
"Genie, I'm right here." the man said with a cocky laid back smirk.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry, this isn't what I meant to happen! Let's try this again." you shook your hands trying to undo the wish but the magic wouldn't come.
"Genie, calm down, this is great." your master said.
You looked at him and took a closer look around, you noticed the outfit he was in and that he looked suspiciously like he was plucked out of a men's fashion magazine, though perhaps a few years younger than the original model with some of his original facial features. There was a small painting setup in the corner, an electric guitar leaning against the wall, a few dumbbells by the computer desk and gaming chair. Coming back to the coffee table, it wasn't your lamp sitting there, it was a bong with a lighter and cigarettes sitting next to it.
You stared at him incredulously, "Are you stoned?"
"You know, I'm pretty sure I am. Yeah." a lazy grin slowly spread across his face.
"Clearly not 'better', and look, I've turned you into a smoker as well." you realized the gaming computer, the edgy artist vibe, and even the rebellious drug use was straight out of your teenage playbook for the definition of cool. If this happened to you at any point in your life you'd probably want to stay here too. A sigh of defeat escaped your lips.
"Eh, I'll enjoy it for a while."
"Too cool to care huh?" he gave the biggest grin. "I'll be in my lamp. Let me know when you come to your senses." you said rolling your eyes. Without looking you knew he probably drives a motorcycle, and has a barbed wire tattoo on his right arm if you pull up the shirt sleeve.