You notice at once who called you. It is a teen girl, about sixteen and very sun-tanned, with an obviously expensive hairdo, all blonde and quite arrogant-looking. She gasps as she sees you but regains her composure right away.
"Are you... Are you a genie?..." she asks.
"Indeed I am," you answer.
"Cool! How many wishes do I get?"
Typical. She was in her room, surrounded by overpriced designer clothes, bags and sunglasses. No greetings or polite small talk. She wants to get to the wishes as soon as possible. You decide you don't really like her.
"You get three, mistress," you say simply.
"Only three," she pouts.
She then flashes a big smile oozing hypocrisy.
"But for a pretty girl like me, you can make exceptions, right?"
"No. Three wishes and no wish to have more. Those are the rules."
"But... I'm pretty!" she says in a whiny voice. "I deserve more! I might need more wishes."
"Three it is," you say again, hiding your disgust. "Your beauty has no say in this."
"You say this because you are ugly and fat and jealous of me!" she shouts in anger. "No way I'm freeing you or marrying you, fat like you are! You could use your magic to be hot, don't you think? Yuck! You must not be very powerful..."
All right, NOW you really do not like her!
"What is your first wish, then?"
"Oh, I know already!" she shouts in joy.
It looks like she has given no thought to this. Perfect, You can trick her and teach her a well-deserved lesson. And you shall take great pleasure in giving it to her.