You go out on the field, reliving your glory days from college, made all the better by the fact that your tight-ass coach Tony is now your tight athletic supporter and the genie who has granted your wishes is now in the form of Coach Tony.
"Go long!" calls Tony the Genie and you delightedly run down the field, ready to catch the pass.
Of course, one thing you had forgotten was that when you were a freshman, you were a bit slimmer, even as a football player, and the ring that fit you so well is now a bit loose. And as you reach for the ball, it flies off.
At this moment, Tony the Genie blinks and suddenly you are no longer in the body of your younger self but your old self and your cock and balls are being grappled by a naked Coach Tony who suddenly materialized in your pants. Then you suddenly turn white and shrink as you turn into an athletic supporter yourself.
"Such a boring wish," remarks Tony the Genie. "I tire of this jockstrap fetish. I do hope my new master will make more interesting wishes."
With that, the ring appears on the finger of Coach Tony, along with his clothes, and the genie takes the form of a perky Arabic cheerleader. And the rest of the athletic field is frozen.
* * *
Tony stood there, looking at the ring on his finger, looking at the cheerleader, looking at the frozen world. "What happened?"
"I am the genie of the ring," said the cheerleader. "Might are my powers. I can do whatever I want unless commanded elsewise by the bearer of that ring." She pointed to the jockstrap shivering on the ground. "That is my former master, a boring oaf who wished to return to his glory days of college and also to turn you into a jock strap. He is now as he wished you to be, for I found his wish dull and unintriguing, but we are back in time to when his glory days were."
Tony looked at his ring. "So I can wish for my knee to be healed, to be a real football star?"
The genie shrugged. "A dull wish, but so be it." She waved her pom-poms and the world changed, the football stadium still there but a different one, and a fitter Tony stood there in an NFL uniform. "There, you are now a football star and it is again the present, your present, and you've been in the league for five years."
Tony looked at the ring on his finger and saw it was now a Superbowl championship ring.
"Now," suggested the cheerleader genie, "I suggest you make an interesting wish or else I will find some way to pervert it and send you back to what you were before--either a bitter coach or if you truly displease me, some fetishist's jock strap." She menaced him with her pom-poms. "Make a wish I've never heard before or live to rue the day."
Tony thought hard. "Okay...I wish a were a weremascot."
"What?" asked the genie.
"A weremascot," said Tony. "I wish that like any other werecreature, I could only be hurt by silver, and would come back even from death unless hurt by that, but what I'd turn into whenever the moon is full or whenever I wanted to would be the mascot of my team, like a bear or a giant or an eagle."
The genie smiled. "That is an intriguing wish, and so be it." She grinned wickedly then. "There is only one problem--it is five days until the next full moon, and lo, look at what jersey you are wearing!"
Tony looked down and realized that while he was a football star, he was also a member of the Greenbay Packers.
The genie grinned. "You had better arranged to be traded soon, or turn into a very large wedge of cheese!"