A rather pale mauve-skinned fellow appeared above the cloud of smoke and announced himself, "Oh, hello girls, and you other girls too," he began with the back of one palm held below his chin. "What a fab little group! This is just marvy, isn't it? I hope you realize I whipped up this little interior on very short notice. You really should give a person more time, you know. Do you think the pink sofa and the lime carpet are too much?"
To Jon's combined surprise, the genie was wearing a paisley pink and purple bolero and orange harem pants. His fuchsia slippers had curly toe tips complete with little bells. His hair was cut in a rather short, uniform style.
"Uh, the decorating is fine. I like it," Jon's male self told the genie just to shut him up. Uh, Stephanie, now that the genie is here, did you have anything specific planned?
"My, that's a powerful little gadget you've got there," the genie remarked while staring at Jon's male hips.
"Don't mention it..." Jon's male side -- the one with the stone in his pocket -- replied while waving his upright finger.
"Oh, I see now, that's precious," the genie beamed. "You actually have two gadgets, don't you?"
"Stephanie, did you have anything specific planned?" Jon asked again.
"I thought it would be fun if we all made some wishes," Stephanie explained brightly.
"Don't genies only grant wishes to their masters?" one of the Karyn's asked.
"Oh, yeah, and Eric is the master, in case you haven't figured that out," Stephanie explained. "But sometimes, with the right arrangements, ..."
"Go ahead, dearie. I see you've brought what I need," the genie encouraged.
"OK, I wish I had a thousand dollar gift card from Wendy's Trendy Boutique," Stephanie implored. Meanwhile, she dumped all the condoms out of her purse and spread the boxes on the coffee table.
"Oooooh dearie! That's going to cost you three boxes of condoms!" the genie told her.
"You sell wishes for condoms?" both of Jon asked in surprise and unison.
"Think about it, boyfriend," the genie replied. "I live inside a prick! Can you imagine all the runny crummy goop I have to deal with in there? Not that I blame Eric; he's just human and that's his plumbing, after all. But even a genie likes to stay dry every now and then. And can one buy protection on the genie side? NoooOOOooo! And so one deals!"
Instantly, three boxes of condoms vanished from the table and a gift card from Wendy's Trendy Boutique appeared in their place.
"Who's next?" Stephanie asked the group. "Don't be bashful!"
