Looking down at Mike, who now sported a Playgirl-model-like body, Drake saw no sexual reaction towards him. He always thought all those Playgirl models were gay. He shook his head, then rubbed the lamp again. The Djinn asked what he wanted to wish for and he told him.
"I wish that when I wished to be hairy, I meant that I wanted to be only a little hairier than I was when I first rubbed your lamp."
"As you wish, Master," the Djinn said, and suddenly, all of Drake's hair got shorter and shorter until it was only a little longer than it had been previously. He still wasn't as hairy was he wanted to be, but it was better this than looking like a mix between Chewbacca and Bigfoot.
Drake turned his attention back to Mike and was startled when he saw that his roommate's cock had stiffened and he was working his hand up and down the shaft. Mike looked at Drake with obvious affection in his eyes. Okay, maybe he was gay after all. Maybe he wasn't turned on before because Drake was so hairy that he practically looked like Cousin It. He couldn't see his body. But now he could, and from the way he was looking at Drake, it seemed that he liked what he saw.
That made Drake feel a little uncomfortable, especially since he wasn't gay or even bisexual. But it pleased him, knowing that Mike wasn't going to get the upper hand. He wanted to look like a Playgirl model so that he could score some chicks. Well, he won't be doing that any time soon. Talk about a backfiring wish. And, of course, it also pleased Drake, knowing that Mike had to obey all of his commands and would gladly do it.
Maybe this day wasn't turning out so bad after all.