Ben thought carefully. It had been a while since he'd picked up a guy. . . a long while. The gay scene was tiresome after a while -- the constant culture of sex and bodies.
"Hmmmm. . . ." he thought. "Perhaps I should make myself a super-stud. Every man at the gay bar would want me."
Just as he was about to make the wish, he remembered the man across the street. An incredible, perfectly-muscled hunk, that man was. Ben had spent many a summer day gazing at him running by, muscles slick with sweat, sizable package bulging obscenely through skimpy jogging shorts. It was making him hard just thinking about it.
But he was straight.
"Genie, could you do a special order?" asked Ben.
"Depends, Ben," said the Genie.
"Well, I was wondering if you could change me in a way that is pleasing to someone else," said Ben.
"This is possible, with research," said the Genie.
"Fine," said Ben. "I wish to be transformed into the physical embodiment of the wet dream of the man who lives across the street."
A flicker of surprise and then amusement ran across the Genie's face. "The man across the street is heterosexual, Ben," said the Genie.
"I know," said Ben. "But I have to have him for just one day."