"And for my final wish," Jack commands the Genie. "I want to be a more forceful person. Someone who won't take crap from anyone."

Jack, twenty years old, slender with cropped brown hair, was a timid man with a weak force of will. He was easily manipulated by stronger-willed people. He had been at the mercy of those types of people for as long as he could remember. He wanted to change that.

Where Jack stood a moment ago, a middle-aged plus-size woman now stood. She has a sharp, angled bob haircut with blonde highlights and dark roots. She wears a floral blouse with lace trim and a knee-length, fitted skirt in a coordinating solid color. Her accessories include large earrings, a chunky necklace, and a designer handbag. She has meticulously applied makeup with bold eyeliner and red lipstick, and her nails are perfectly manicured. Her posture is straight and confident, her expression often bordering on a scowl, and she exudes an air of entitlement, ready to demand to speak to the manager if things don't go her way.

Jack's name had been transformed with his body. His name became Karen. He placed his hands on his hips and looked around the mansion where he resided. Her face is contorted with annoyance as she glares at the genie, who is hovering nearby with a bemused expression.

"This is unacceptable! I asked for a mansion with a view of the ocean, not this mediocre beach house. And where's my limousine? This is just a regular sedan!" Karen shouted at the Genie

"Ma'am, I fulfilled your wishes to the best of my abilities. Perhaps there was a miscommunication---"