To cut on short.
There was this old box in the basement of our housr that moved in,
I opened it and oh my my , this old dusty lamp in my face , ofcourse i tried to clean it ( i don't know why , my mother scream in my face daily to clean my room but invain)
Suddenly, this genie appeared in my face, asking me to command him to fulfill my wishes. So, I did what was natural in this situation: I screamed, ran to my room, and closed the door.
When I turned around, he was lying on my bed, laughing and playing with his nails.
- Every time.
He was blue-skinned, small. I mean, he was short... or it depends on his age, whether he was a child or a dwarf... Do genies even have an age?
Of course, he was wearing strange-looking clothes.
I screamed.
- Who are you? And how did you get in here? And what are these clothes for heaven's sake?
He laughed a lot, then added,
- Is this better?
Then he transformed into my mother's form... then he said,
- Don't be afraid, little one.
I screamed and opened the door to leave, and he screamed,
- Stop... Where do you think you're going? Haven't you learned yet?
Here, I heard my mother's voice.
- Alex? Is everything okay upstairs?
I looked at him angrily and said,
- Everything is okay, Mom.
Then I looked at him and said,
- Okay, stop it.
I pointed nervously at him. Here, he stood up and suddenly transformed into a handsome young man in a black suit.
- Is this better?
I said,
- I don't know.. Okay, I'd rather.. Just stay away from me. What do you want from me?
He said,
- No, Alex, what do you want from me? I'm here to do your bidding, you idiot.
- Hey, do you have the right to insult me?
He said,
- As long as you didn't ask me not to, I won't stop insulting you, you...
I interrupted him.
- Okay, stop.
- You see... It's easy.. What else are you asking of me?
Here, I turned around and sat on my bed.. Is this real? It seems so.. What am I going to ask now?
I took a while to think when my eyes lit up as I said to him, "I want to invade whoever's dreams I want... and shape them however I like." He said, "What? Well, that's a first... I'm used to the first thing anyone asks of me being money or influence." I said to him, "Look at me... I'm a teenager in high school... What do you think people will say about me when I walk down the street with a million dollars dangling from my pockets? I won't be able to explain this... and you will remain my private secret." He rubbed his chin with his hands and then said, "Okay, you can have whatever you want." I said, "Is that it?" I mean, how am I going to do it?
He said, "Just lie down on your bed, close your eyes, and let your imagination take over."
I said, "Okay, but go now until I call you. This is a bit personal."
And in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
I knew what I wanted. The beautiful history teacher in my class. I used to masturbate imagining her naked in front of me. But now I'm going to make my own movie, written and directed by me. And I'm going to win championships, for sure.
I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, until the amazing thing happened.