About halfway to the Rainbow Bar, you stop when you hear a commotion coming from a nearby alley. You head in that direction and peek around the corner, and see a muscular tattoo-covered street punk beating a slender-looking guy wearing tight clothes. From how the thug was addressing this guy, you immediately knew that the guy was gay. This was exactly the sort of thing you feared would happen to you if you ever let anyone (well, anyone not gay) know that you're homosexual. A burning anger rose up within you and you hoped that either one of them would make a wish so that you could use your genie powers to grant it. If it was the gay man who wished, you'd make sure it was granted in the best way possible. But if it was the thug who wished, then you'd make sure to twist it in the gay man's favor.
A smile formed on your lips when you heard the thug make a wish and already you were thinking of a way to twist it.
The thug had slammed the gay man against the brick wall of the alley and said "You faggots make me sick. I wish ..."