You look at the football team captain, Eddie Hart, walking up the steps. The vest- and-baggy-pants combo is flattering on him, given that he's tanned with a bit of muscle and not much body hair. You realize you're noticing such things and get scared -- are you undergoing mental changes, causing you to be attracted to guys?
You go back into the closet, grab the genie lamp, and then run back out -- or, at least, walk as quickly as you can in your high-heeled shoes. You go out into the hallway and catch Eddie at the top of the wide, curving staircase.
"Hey, babe," he says, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before you can say anything. "You ready to go?"
"Um, Eddie, um..." You try to collect your thoughts. "I don't know how to say this. Um..."
"Holy crap!" he exclaims. "Is that a magic lamp?"
"Yeah," you admit, "but hold on a second."
"I didn't know they really existed!" He looks directly into your eyes. "Are you going to use it -- are we going to use it?"
You sigh. "I already did. Look, it's a long story. I made a couple of inadvertent wishes, and -- let me put it this way: have I always looked like this? Have you always dressed like that?"
He looks down and scratches his head. "How else would I dress?" He looks back at you. "And, yeah, you've always looked -- I mean, well, once you started to develop a few years ago -- come on, just tell me, Jasmine -- what'd you wish for? "
You close your eyes and think quickly. If he just turns you back into a guy, you think you might be able to deal with this "Arabian Nights" world -- especially if your current form really is "normal" and all girls look and dress like this.
You open your eyes. "I just need you to do one thing for me, okay?" You get the idea that maybe you should flirt with him, so you bat your eyelashes and try to smile as coquettishly as possible. "If you just make your first wish be what I tell you, then you can have the other two wishes all to yourself -- whatever you want, okay?"
The flirting seems to have worked. Eddie's eyes have glazed over a little bit. "Uh, what's the wish?" he asks.
"Let's see," you say. You assume he won't go for a blatant wish to have you become a guy, so you have to think quickly again. "How about this -- you say, 'I wish you were a better-looking version of the person you were before you picked up this lamp.'" You couldn't resist adding "better-looking"; you just hope it works as you intended.
Eddie frowns. "Wait, you didn't look like this before you made your wishes?"
"No," you say. "I was..." And you remember what Eddie's cheerleader girlfriends have all looked like. "...blonde. And my body was kind of like this, but I thought I'd throw in that 'better-looking' for you. For you...baby." You lick your lips.
Eddie's eyes go wide. "Okay. So it's, uh, 'I wish you were a better-looking version of the person you were before you picked up the lamp,' right?"
"You got it," you say. Here goes nothing, you think as you put the lamp into Eddie's outstretched hand.