You are an eighteen year old male, with an average body and frame, with little to no ability to grow hair like your hairy dad and brother. To you, they were the lucky ones, able to be men as it were. In fact, you were constantly taunted in school by your friends, especially Mike who was the high school's quarterback, for not being able to grow any facial hair, or hair on your hands, arms, legs, pits and anywhere else that was considered to be normal for men. Today was Saturday, the day you normally went to the mall to spend your paycheck on whatever you wanted. However, during your four block walk to the mall, you came across a strange looking chest laying in the middle of the sidewalk. You look around, thinking it was dropped by someone nearby, but find that no one was around for several blocks behind or ahead of you. Shrugging, you bend down and grab the chest. To your surprise it was extremely light, weighing a few pounds if not a bit less. It was ornately decorated with jewels of various kinds. While looking for a latch or a keyhole in order to open it, you found an inscription.
Thinking nothing of it, you read the inscription out loud: Here I stand in quiet time and space, with little time to waste, when home alone I'll show my face, to gift upon one who sets me free, the ability to control his own destiny. Three wishes shall be granted, upon the third I will become enchanted, and fade away never again to be requested.
Not really sure of things, you head back home with the chest in hand. The inscription was clear about being home and things were quiet. Wondering what would happen once you got home, you rushed to get back. Entering the house, you call out to see if there was anyone home, wanting to be sure you were alone and that you were going to be uninterrupted during whatever happens next.
Rushing up to your room, you close and lock the door behind you, then sit on your bed placing the chest in front of you. Sitting there, patiently waiting for something to happen, nothing does. Thinking you needed to read the inscription on the chest again, you do and hear the chest unlock. The top opens slowly, as if it were on a recoiling hinge and inside you find a dark brown beer bottle, with no label on it. Inspecting the bottle, you find that it was empty, completely devoid of any liquid contents, yet it had a plain cork sealing the bottle. Curious about the item, wondering if you just couldn't see the liquid, you pull the cork out with some force, sending you flailing backward slightly.
As you compose yourself, you see mist pouring out of the opened bottle, flowing over your bed to a large empty area of floor, building upon itself in the form of a person. As the mist took solidity, you notice certain things about the person shaped cloud. It was forming into a large, well muscled, nicely furred rugged man who looked to be around thirty-five years old. As he solidified, he was wearing an open plaid button down shirt, showing off his manly torso along with a pair of worn jean shorts showing off his legs. He looked just like you, but older, tanned and hairy.
"Oh venerable master, thank you for freeing me from my eternal prison. Now that I am free, I will grant you three wishes and no more, but word your wishes carefully master else you may not find favor in it's result."
"Ok, can you answer my questions without me asking in the form of a wish?"
"Yes master, you can, but you can only ask me three questions without you using a wish. Anymore than that, you will have to use a wish for more.This starts when you ask your next question."
"Ok, for my first question, I would like to know why you look like me, but older and how I'd like to look?"
"Venerable master, I look like this because it is my role. Whoever possesses my container and frees me becomes my master. I am bound to look however my master desires me to as well as what he or she envisions themselves to look like one day. What is your second question master?"
"If I wish to look like you do, which is how I want to look when I am older, what will happen?"
"To answer your question, is something slightly more complicated. If you wish to look as I look, a few things will happen. One, you will immediately change to look like I do now. Two, you will become like me, in every way except for being bound to the container... meaning you will not become the new genie. What is your third question?"
"Ok, this question is a two parter since I don't have another free question left. What did you mean I would become what you are in every way except for being bound to the container and what is the reason for your binding to the bottle?"
"Venerable master, you asked two questions in one question, which is breaking the rule, but because of my wording in the previous answer, I will answer both questions without making you pay for the broken rule. How you see me is not my true form. I take this form to make things easier for your comprehension, fore my true form would scare most humans and I am not sure if you would fear my true form. My kind has been bound to a container of sorts, because man fears us and our power. The container binds us and our powers, because a container is opened by someone who wants something, that is an unsealing of sorts for our powers to work for the one who frees us. Those are your answers, now only your wishes remain. Venerable master, what is your first wish?"