Genie From the Gym
by M.K. Hutchins
I wasn't stupid. Someone had abandoned that lamp in the gym locker room for a reason. I thought about just wishing to lose weight, but the genie might vaporize my arm or something to meet that requirement. So I wished that I could lose weight.
Overnight, chocolate disappeared from the world. Anyone attempting to bake cookies would open their ovens to find cold, crisp slices of cucumber.
I wished that I could lose weight in a world where chocolate and salt caramel cookies still existed. The genie smiled. I should have known that was a bad sign.
Every food that I touched turned into cucumbers, like I was some botanical King Midas.
The genie assured me that I'd receive one wish from him for as many days as I kept the lamp. "Feel free to ask frivolously for mighty things," he encouraged me, an evil gleam in his eye.