Law #3

You grimace, and images of your cock falling off to touch the floor, or a cat on fire being the hot pussy spring to mind. You really need to be on your game here. No point trying to be a smart-ass with an allpowerful supernatural being who gets her kicks out of ripping you apart on a point of pedantry with your wishes. With that you put away all notions of body morphing powers that could go spectacularly wrong and stick to the script. Wish #3 has to be Law #3 and it has to be exactly right.

You can see her opening her beautiful legs trying to distract you, and reluctantly you close your eyes so as not to get mixed up. Dammit!. One more deep breath then, "My last wish is that every," you pause, not everyone, "woman, must protect her own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second wish."

Jeannie blinks and leans towards you as you open your eyes and smile, relieved that you had done it. "That's it. Really? Fucking Loser!" she seems put out, "You really are lame. What do you get out of that one? Its non-self gratifying without really being very helpful. Why not go for world peace if you're going to throw it away like that." Annoyed, she snaps her fingers, and grumbles "Done!" before starting to dissolve into mist once more that begins to retract itself back within the lamp. "Fucking douche." you hear the voice, now distant and echoing as if coming from inside the lamp.

Helpfully though you seem to still be in one piece after the entire encounter and there are no burning moggies in sight. You're back where you were, alone behind the counter of a sex shop with an old lamp for company. Had it all been a dream? You had to find a way of checking it out.