Drake sat in his dorm room for what felt like hours, going over the possible wishes in his head.
7:00 approached. Drake knew Ethan would be there soon. He wanted to do SOMETHING. Something to show off in front of his best bud.
Drake rubbed the lamp.
"Greetings Mortal. I am--"
"Yeah, I know," Drake interrupted. "Could you make me taller? Say, 6 feet even?" Drake was 5'7" and always wished he could be a little taller like all the other guys.
The genie nodded. "It is done," and he disappeared in a puff of smoke which curled back into the lamp.
As soon as the genie disappeared, Drake felt a strange tingling deep inside him. It felt like it was coming from inside his bones. Then it spread outward through his muscles until the surface of his skin was tingling too.
Drake focused on a picture hanging on the wall across the dorm room. It seemed to slowly lower a few inches. Suddenly Drake realized his shoes were a little too tight.
"Oh my gosh," he said, looking down at his t-shirt. The sleeves were much shorter and a little bit of his stomach was now showing at the bottom of the shirt. "It really worked!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door. 6 foot tall Drake opened the door and looked down a little at Ethan, who was 5'10''.
"Hey bud," said Drake unable to suppress a smile.
"Dude...are you wearing platform shoes?"
"I'll explain it later," said Drake, turning around and throwing his gym clothes in a bag, secretly wrapping the lamp in a t-shirt and stashing it inside. "Wanna play some basketball?"