"Uh..." Nate looked around. He asked, "Is there any way we can go somewhere else? Like, back to my house? It might look a little strange if someone sees you here in public."
"Sure!" said the smiling genie, and then her expression changed a bit. "Well, I think so. Yeah, let's hope this works."
Nate started to question that, but then his vision briefly clouded over, and when it cleared, he and the genie were standing in his bedroom.
"Oh, good, it did work!" exclaimed the genie. "I mean, this is your place, right?"
"Yeah," replied Nate. "That didn't count as a wish, right?"
The genie waved her hand in a dismissive manner. "No, small stuff like that doesn't count. A wish is something big, something you couldn't get without magic, something that changes the very fabric of reality itself."
"'The very fabric of reality'? Wow," said the impressed Nate. His earlier run-in with the bully Frank forgotten, his eyes lit upon the computer monitor on his desk, the desktop background displaying a picture of a beautiful model in a skimpy bikini. As a teenage male, his first wish seemed obvious, but he gave the specifics a little bit of thought.
"Okay, I've got my first wish," he said. "There's a girl I know named Teresa Klotz. I like her a lot as a friend, and I'm pretty sure she has a crush on me, but I don't really find her attractive. I think things would be different if she was better-looking, so I wish she was here and that she looked like a Playboy centerfold."
"You got it," said the genie. She made a weird gesticulation with both her arms, and then in a puff of smoke, Teresa appeared, standing in Nate's bedroom.
Teresa used one finger to push her thick glasses up on her nose, and looked at Nate and then at the buxom genie. "What the hell am I doing here?" she asked.
"Just wait," said a smiling Nate.
At that point, Teresa's body started to change, but it wasn't at all what Nate was expecting. She was getting smaller and, somehow, flatter, even as she raised one hand and put it behind her head, then put the other on one hip. Her clothes were dissolving, but suddenly Nate couldn't see her anymore as she turned sideways, and then something plopped down onto the floor where she'd been standing.
He took the four steps across the room and picked up the object that was lying on the floor where she'd been. It was, well, a Playboy centerfold of Teresa, looking as if the photo had been taken in his room seconds ago, her in the pose with one hand behind her head and the other on a hip, and with no clothes on. Teresa's body hadn't been altered, so what it looked like more than anything was a parody of a centerfold, given her stringy hair, acne-spotted face, roll of fat around her midsection, and the obvious razor stubble on her legs. Nate turned the long piece of glossy paper over and found a second nude picture of her, this time lying on a bed, plus one panel of jokes and a panel listing Teresa's statistics. He was pretty sure no actual Playboy centerfold had a bust measurement of 42D or a weight of 195, although he was heartened to see that next to "turn-ons," it read, "Cute, intelligent guys with a great sense of humor -- like Nate Evans!"
Nate angrily turned to the genie. "This is not what I had in mind!"