Suddenly, a steam whistle appears in mid-air. It blows loudly. The
genie leaps in the air gesturing violently with his arm. He shouts,
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm finally free, no more granting stupid wishes for
humans. Now I can grant them for myself."
"What? Does this mean you aren't going to turn me into a boa?" you
ask.
The genie looks at you funny, and then grins too broadly. He answers,
"No, no, you'll still be a boa," he grabs you by the shoulders and
looks you up and down, "It's just you're not the snakeskin type. No
leather for you. Feathers- that's the ticket - you'll transform at 10
into a feathered boa. Now to make it interesting, I'll follow you
around today to decide just whose feathered boa you should be. I want
it to be someone you know."
"Uh, thanks? But couldn't I not be a feathered boa?"
"Well, no, master you can't not be a feathered boa, because you're not
the master anymore. I'm a free genie, and I'm going to make you a
feathered boa. But since you're a nice guy compared to some of my
past masters," he rolls his eyes, "I will make you changeable subject
to the wishes of whoever owns you. So if you're that football jock's
boa - I suspect he'd wish you were his jersey instead," the genie said
pointing at a photo of you and your best bud James. The he points at
your ex-girlfriend's photo, "Then again she might keep you as a boa
forever or maybe panties. Panties, I see you like that idea, but I
didn't say as her panties. You know she's dating a girl now - the
really butch girl who works at the gas station. You'd probably be her
panties."
You cringe.
"Do I have to be inanimate?"
"Not if your new owner wishes it."
You wrack your brains trying to think of who would wish a feathered
boa was a boa constrictor - besides you that is- aha, you have an
idea.