Do you really have to ask?

"Don't worry, Ashley," said Hilary. "I still got a third wish."

"Actually, right now that's what most worries me," said Ashley.

"What?" asked Hilary. "You think I'm going to waste my last wish?"

"I know you're going to waste your last wish," said Ashley. "Let's face it. That genie is just way too smart for you."

"Heck, sis, if you're so clever, why don't you make the next wish?" asked Hilary.

"Okay," said Ashley. "I'll make the next wish. I wish for..."

"A stirring rendition of 'Friend Like Me'?" suggested the genie.

"No," said Ashley.

"A so-so rendition of 'Friend Like Me'?" suggested the genie.

"No," said Ashley.

"A little more Baklava?" suggested the genie.

"No," said Ashley.

"You want me to go abracadabra, let 'er rip, and then make your sister disappear?" suggested the genie.

"Don't tempt me," said Ashley.

"Please don't tell you that you're going to waste your sister's last wish on something boring like wishing you had your clothes back on again," said the genie.

"As a matter of fact, I am," said Ashley.

"So you and your sister want to go back to wearing the same type of clothes that every woman in this city is already wearing?" asked the genie.

"Yes, I do," said Ashley. "In fact, I would like it very much if my sister and I wore the same outfit as every woman in this city. In fact, I wish that all the outfits that we both have to wear from this time forward are the same thing that the other women of LA are already wearing."

"Are you sure?" asked the genie.

"Of course, I am," said Ashley.

"Very well," said the genie. "Your wish is my command!"

Again there was a puff of smoke and when the smoke cleared...

"What the hell, genie?" asked Hilary, surprised to see that she and her sister were still naked. "I thought Ashley and I were going to be dressed in the same outfit that every woman in LA is already wearing."

"And now you are," said the genie. "Of course, there is only such outfit that all LA women would have in common -- the one that they were born wearing. But you and your clever sister knew that, didn't you? And now all those women are wearing the same thing as you two so you two no longer have to worry about standing out in a crowd. Anyway, now your wishes are finished and my work here is done. Goodbye!"

With that, the genie disappeared and no matter how hard Hilary rubbed his lamp, he never came out again.

"Well, I guess now we might as well go upstairs and see if we have any clothes left that we can put on," said Hilary. "Er, why are you looking at me like that, Ashley? Hey, you made the wish. It's not my fault that -- Hey, stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! And for god's sake, watch the hair!"