You choose the Aladdin Costume, it feels like a second skin. Weird the harem jacket and tight slacks actually
make your skin look darker, and when you put the fez on your dirty blonde hair turns black. You thought the
costume was too small at first, but it must be one-size fits all. You turn and look up into the clerk's eyes.
You were sure you were taller than him, but he must've been sitting down before.
"Well, the Aladdin Costume is part of a set," he explains handing you a lamp some tiny doll clothing, "All you
have to do when you find the person you want to be your genie is rub the lamp and hand it to them. When they
take it, the clothing will fit."
You chuckle, "Well, okay, after all whoever heard of Aladdin without his magic lamp," you say taking your
wallet out of your pants to pay him, "I'm late for the party, so I'll just wear it to go."
"Here's a bag for your old clothes. Don't worry, I won't charge your card until you return - unless you
decide to keep the costumes."
"Thanks," you say, "See you later."
In your car, you discover your seat is out of position. Somebody must have sat in your car while you were in
the store. You really should have remembered to lock it. You have to pull the seat forward and adjust all the
mirrors. Then you drive off toward the party. You look at the lamp. Who should be your genie? Some buff
dude? A buddy? A gal pay? A hottie? Maybe you can find someone at the dorm? Or you could wait until the
party?