"Hmmm, a statue of such a big man... ", she eyed his dick, "with such exaggerated equipment could be worth something at the gallery, maybe more if he were just a bit more 'heroic'."
As she rubbed the lamp, she made her wish, "Jinn, heroic statues are often made a little larger than life. I wish this statue kept these proportions, but stood eight and a half feet tall, oh and make him bronze rather than marble."
"Your wish is my command," said the Djinn, and it was so.
"Right, you're still quite heavy so I'm just going to teleport you to the gallery shop, but before you go, just so you know I'm not a total monster, I'm going to give you a possibility, a slim one though, of regaining your humanity" said Melissa. "I wish Drake will return to his human form only when someone speaks to him as if he were a person."
Beldazarr the Djinn grinned wickedly. "It is done, O Mistress."
"And transport him to the gallery, he's too heavy to move now, and make sure the gallery understands I own him."