The first thing you notice is that you're in a dark place. Dark and tight. You try to move but it's completely cramped, wherever you are. And the weirdest thing is that you occupy the whole space. The space you occupy is one that you fill out utterly. And you cannot move except to shift a bit. The space is round, a bit oval and you can sense a hole in the side but it's tiny. You shout but no one seems to hear you, although you do hear a bit of muffled sounds from outside your strange prison. After a while, you tire and start to snooze and slumber. You wake just to fall back in a light sleep. You don’t know how long your strange hibernation lasts.
You are jostled awake but a sort of invisible call. You start awake and feel dragged and pulled - and siphoned - through that mysterious hole. You erupt in a world of light. The outside world. You notice you are at last outside. You breathe in the fresh air, delighted to be free at last. That's when you notice the Middle-eastern lamp at your feet. You see at the same time that your feet are very sun-tanned and in ugly leather sandals. You look at your arms and yourself. Yes, you are much more tanned than before. And you are dressed in Arabic clothes from centuries past. And... And you have a big belly protruding from your pants and tiny little vest! And... Oh no! You have man-boobs! The dreaded man-boobs! You weren't that slim before but you weren't as overweight before as you are currently! You're fat! Fat! And touching your face you can feel a bit of facial hair. However, you then sense a flow of information rush into your mind. You know that you are now a genie, obliged to give each person rubbing the lamp three wishes, as long as they are spoken or written. Then, after each master is served, you return into the lamp to slumber anew. You wield great magic, yet solely to serve others, not you. In time, though, your magic might allow you to alter your appearance. Only if freed will your life of granting wishes ever end. Otherwise, well, you're pretty much stuck like that for all of eternity.
You groan. Granting wishes? Slumbering and waiting until each new master ruvbs that stupid lamp? And the small amount of time outside your prison is within the body of a short pudgy man? It's a horrible life! It's a miserable fate! And who was going to waste a wish freeing him when they could serve themselves first? Heck, you never would have freed a genie if ever YOU had been the one to find that lamp. That lamp that you hated already with a passion. The idea of making others happy while you remained miserable infuriated you. Burn then, you got struck by a nasty, wonderful idea. Who said you had to grant their wishes the way THEY desired? After all, words can be twisted, and things misunderstood. YOU wield the magic, after all. You then think that maybe that knew life COULD be more fun than what you expected at first. You could be an evil genie!
You thus turn towards your new master, the first ever, to hear what shall be his or her first wish and how you can render it deliciously humiliating. So... Who might it be?