As Alibaba made his way out of his lamp, he found himself in the living room of a one bedroom condo in Minnesota. He looked around and found who he presumed was the person who rubbed the lamp and was therefore his new master. He was a large man, easily over six feet with dark blond hair and wore eyeglasses. He was also a bit overweight.
"Who dares disturb me from my lamp?" bellowed Alibaba as the smoke cleared.
The young man was clearly in shock. "Oh my god..."
"No, not a god. You're mistaken, I am a genie. Alibaba to be precise. Good lord, are you slow?" asked the Genie.
"Sorry, no. I just can't believe this is happening." The young man stood up and held out his hand. "I'm Nate."
"Greetings. I presume you were the one to summon me from my lamp?" asked Alibaba.
Nate looked down at the brass lamp that he had been trying to polish. "Yeah, I guess I did. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."
"You didn't know it was a magic lamp, so you are forgiven. Now that we have the introductions out of the way, do you have any questions for me?"
"Are you really a genie? Do I get three wishes?" asked Nate.
"Indeed I am a genie. And yes, you do get three wishes."
Nate started pacing back and forth. He couldn't believe this was happening. "No, this can't be real. This is some sort of hallucination brought on by the fumes from the brass polish."
"You require a demonstration of my power?" asked Alibaba.
Nate turned and faced him. "Yeah, ok, sure. Hit me."
Alibaba snapped his fingers and Nate suddenly felt his trousers drop and his clothes felt exceptionally loose on him. Embarassed, he reached down and picked up his pants and held them up when it dawned on him. He was not significantly thinner. He pulled up his shirt, revealing a tight six pack and impressive pectoral muscles to match. He looked to Alibaba with a big grin on his face.
"Does master approve?" he asked.
"Yes. But please don't call me Master, just call me Nate."
"As you wish."
Nate sat back down on the couch. "This is really happening. I can't believe it. Are there any rules to what I can wish for?"
"Nope, the sky is the limit. Although, I wouldn't recommend raising the dead. That never works out well. Also, wishing for instant riches only raises questions, suspicions and other sorts of problems you don't want. Besides, it's boring. Why waste your wishes on that. Go for something truly fantastical. Let your imagination go wild..."
"Well, Genie, I always wished I was..."