"Well ..." the genie begins. "This means you are a genie now too."
You look at yourself and the truth is undeniable. You are wearing male clothes straight from the Middle East. You have baggy pants and sandals but no vest like the other genie. Your skin is much darker and your hair longer. You're wearing a hoop in one earlobe and your hair reaches your shoulders. It's longish but you have no more body hair to boast of as well. You are slightly more muscular, though. Your skin has a slight red tinge.
"No! I... What have you done to me!??!" you exclaim. "You... You..."
"Call me Master for now," smirks the other genie. "It will suffice for now."
"No! Change me back! Please! I don't want to be a genie! I won't call you 'master'! I swear, Master!"
That last word surprises you so much that you put your hands to your mouth. Where did THAT come from? But the other genie laughs throatily and heartily, greatly amused by the situation and your expression.
"It does not matter what you want, boy! You are a newborn genie and I have millennia of experience. So my powers over you are impossible for you to resist and thus it will be for the next few centuries, until you have more living under your belt."
"But... Why did you do that, Master? I have no wish to be a genie! Please, I beg of you, change me back!"
You are appalled by the wording of your sentences but alas, you cannot control it.
"Cute turn of phrases. I did that just for fun," the other genie explains simply. "All us genies adore having fun and tricking silly humans with our powers and stupid notion of us granting wishes. Our greatest joy is to pretend to give humans wishes and to misinterpret them, leading to humiliating situations for our victims."
"But... No! I do not want to spend my life as this!"
"Oh, but you will soon," smirked the genie. "I will make a nice vessel for you to attach yourself as your new home. You can slumber in it, as I do, or live in it as in a luxurious house. Your choice. Soon all this will feel natural to you. And if you are angry at your new existence, take it out on mortals. That is what I do after all. And not only are your powers due to increase with time and practice, but you also get eternal life. And for me, it'll be entertaining to see what you do, what happens to your victims and in a few centuries someone interesting to talk to."
He then rubs his hands together and a large yet delicate gold lamp appears. It IS quite nice. But right after the genie claps his hands and you feel suck right into it. You can hear him from the outside.
"Now you shall be sent to a place at random. Enjoy your new life, little genie."
"Thank you, Master," your mouth says out of its own accord and in spite of your rage at this loss of basic control.
The genie laughs and sends you on your way, ready to sell mischief as revenge upon people luckier than you that do not have to be genies. Yes, you will make sure they feel sorry for these wishes. You still decide to target evil-doers in particular so as not to be a total jerk yourself. Maybe some people deserve a few gifts, after all.