The genie explained, “I’m Jean. A genie who was freed. If you want, I can give you more than a house. What do you say, mortal man? Will you make a wish?”
The man’s eyes rolled in their sockets before fixing drunkenly on the woman addressing him. He then opened his mouth and hollered: “I wish I was one ‘o’ them magical cum fairies.”
Jean looked taken aback for a second, then decided ‘What the heck?’ and clicked her fingers.
The man’s fairly long beard started to shed, leaving behind plenty of stubble. His matted hair thinned and grew longer, going from grey to blonde. The man looked around quite calmly, as if this always happened at twelve 'o'clock on a Tuesday. His cloths changed next. His dishevelled t-shirt and his brown jeans fused into one garment, then took on a pink colour. The jeans ripped apart and spread, as his shirt’s collar took on a more pronounced “V” shape. In a matter of seconds, the man was wearing a pink, frilly dress. His chest started to swell as a pare of breasts formed under his chin. The man looked rather unusual right now. A crown appeared above his head and a magical wand appeared in his right hand. One final change, and the man was only five inches tall. With a quick “pop,” the man’s duties as a Magical Cum Fairy became clear. He had to fly around in the silence of night, and spread a thin layer of mayonnaise onto the bed sheets of sleeping men. Jean gave another click of her fingers, and the Magical Cum Fairy was issued a name. He was now called “Cinnamon.”