"Alrighty!" says the kid excitedly. "For my first wish, I want girls to think I'm cute."
For a moment, you consider actually helping the kid by granting his wish as he intended. After all, you were tricked by a genie yourself. That's how you got into this awful mess. But, then you remember that you are now a slave to this kid's will. You'd love to be anywhere else, but he's holding you captive in a bottle like some bug, not to mention the fact that he's been staring at your breasts almost nonstop since he released you. Screw him, you think. He's going to get what he deserves, if only for making such a poorly worded wish.
You smile at him and say, "Master, your wish is my command." Again, the words feel effortless and natural coming from your genie lips.
You slap your hands together, and the boy begins to shrink. What little muscle mass he had developed as a teenager disappears as his body dwindles back into childhood. He becomes ever younger and smaller as he passes backwards through puberty. All the while, his clothes change with him to fit his youthening form.
"What's going on?" he asks in a now high, childish voice.
"Why, Master, I am granting your wish as you requested," you reply with a smirk.
The changes cease once he has become an adorable 5-year-old boy, dressed in the same clothes as before only smaller in size. Standing now only a few inches shorter than 4 feet tall, his light blond hair, round cheeks, and button nose make him an undeniably cute little boy.
"Why did you do this to me?" he asks, looking up at you with fear in his eyes. "This isn't what I wanted."
You conjure up a hand mirror and pass it to the boy. Staring at his reflection, he touches his young face in disbelief.
"But don't you see, Master? There isn't a girl alive who wouldn't think you are cute now," you say and smile again. His eyes go wide as he realizes how foolish his wish had been.
You find yourself feeling quite satisfied at having tricked him. In fact, this is the most fun you've had for as long as you can remember. Maybe being a genie might not be so bad after all.
"Now, Master," you say, and again, the scared little boy looks up at you. "What will be your second wish?"