Worth a shot!

"Listen," Jessica said. "We need to do this right, and we need to do it now."

"Okay yeah," Ernest said, "But I don't even know how things got so out of hand."

"It's your pheromones, Master. You supercharged them and then made them normal so everyone has them."

"Fuck," Ernest said.

"Yes, that's what everyone is doing. All the goddamn time. No one is working or anything, they're just walking around **** each other!" She shuddered to remember her own **** back at the school. "It's awful out there."

Ernest, for his part, thought about his own sex-induced stupor at the Crowleys' house. If the whole world were like that, everyone was in deep shit.

"Okay we gotta fix that," Ernest said. "Is there anything else?"

"I don't know, I can't keep track of all your wishes." She held herself back from saying even though you promised to stop. She felt like she had finally broken through to his conscience, so they could actually make some progress here. Best not fuck it up now.

"Okay, well..." Ernest ventured. "Can we start with a list of my permanent wishes?"

Jessica thought about that for a few seconds. "That sounds good," she said and braced herself for the wish's impact.

"I wish for a list of all my permanent wishes," Ernest said.

Jessica moaned as a page just like one from the instruction manual he had conjured appeared in his hand. On it, he saw written in clear, black ink:

I wish all of my future wishes were only retroactive when I wanted them to be, and that no one found the effects of my wishes out of place or supernatural.
I wish the ring couldn’t leave my hand until I willed it off.
I wish the ring couldn’t hurt me.
I wish nothing could notice or see the ring besides me, either in person or by some medium, unless I expressly will them to detect it.
I wish that if the limb or digit holding the ring was lost, then the ring--and the severed limbs or parts--would reform and reappear just as I'd want them to.
I wish I couldn’t be dismembered or wounded without my consent.
I wish everyone who knew about this ring besides me forgot about it completely.
I wish Jessica also had the wound and dismemberment immunity I gave myself.
I wish anyone who knows about how Jessica grants wishes, and anything related to her powers, forgets about all that and instead just assumes she was a normal human living as she always has.
I wish that our families enjoyed the best health and bodies they could want.
I wish our families were each twice as rich as Jessica’s was before I got this ring.
I wish my pheromones were a hundred times stronger.
I wish my touch brought sexual arousal.
I wish that Jessica and I could both willingly fall asleep whenever we wanted and it didn’t matter how much sleep we got because we would always be perfectly well-rested when we woke up.
I wish Jessica and I were both immune to all sicknesses, diseases, and poisons, and also that we were cured of any of those we presently suffer.
I wish we both had basically perfect metabolisms in the sense that we can eat and drink anything and still have whatever bodies we want, never feel pain from hunger or thirst, and have our staminas be four times as great as they are now.
I wish we didn’t suffer any muscle or skeletal pains that weren’t necessary to warn us of serious danger or injury.
I wish Jessica got straight A’s in all her high school math tests, had bloodless and painless periods, and had my phone number saved on her phone.
I wish that I had total mental control over how much pleasure my touch brings.
I wish I was just one of the types people liked.
I wish nothing related to all wishes I make leads to any of us getting into trouble or seeming out of place to anyone but us.
I wish Jessica always had spare clothes in her locker whenever she needed them.
I wish that my pheromones were normal.
I wish that my pleasure “touch power” could be used on anyone I thought of, from anywhere, at any time, and at whatever strength I wanted.
I wish I could get hard at will and always came a full and perfect load.
I wish that girls became more sensitive to my touch for every time I made them come.
I wish poisons would affect me how I wanted them to.
I wish my cock was bigger.
I wish Xenia was totally fine with Kris and me fucking.
I wish Xenia and Kris were madly in love with each other.
I wish no one got hurt because of orgasms I cause.

"Well, that's pretty handy," Ernest said as he read over the lingering escapades he had launched over the past couple days. Some of these wishes--like being able to cause sexual arousal at a distance--still seemed pretty cool. But he could see how some of them (he thought of Xenia and Kris fucking like sex robots) probably went too far.

Ernest tried to put his fingers next to wishes he wanted to undo, but he kept losing his place. "Fuck, I wish I had a pencil or something!" he shouted in frustration. Instantly, a pencil appeared in his hand, and Jessica slumped to the ground. "Oh, sorry," he said, though of course he secretly still enjoyed watching the sexual effect his wishes had on his genie.

After a couple minutes, Ernest showed the paper to Jessica, feeling slightly embarrassed to see her face as she read over his laundry list of lechery. With his magic pencil, he had placed a star next to four sentences:

I wish my pheromones were a hundred times stronger.
I wish I was just one of the types people liked.
I wish that my pheromones were normal.
I wish Xenia and Kris were madly in love with each other.

"Do you think I can just undo those?" Ernest asked.

"That's all?" Jessica said, clearly dismayed.

"Hey, I'm not ready to give up everything," Ernest said. "Surely you can understand that."

The funny thing is that Jessica did understand. To be honest, if the ring were on the other finger -- if Ernest were her magic genie -- she wasn't sure she wouldn't have made similar wishes. She loved sex as much as the next cheerleader, and she couldn't begrudge her Master his own (extremely) healthy libido.

"Fine, whatever," Jessica said. "Just be careful about it."

Ernest thought long and hard and wrote and crossed out several wishes on the back of the paper. Finally, he showed it to Jessica, who nodded. He spoke clearly, reading from the page:

"I wish that everyone's pheromones were only as strong as they were last week. I wish that everyone's sexual preferences were the same as they were last week and that Xenia and Kris feel about each other the same way they did last week. I wish that any consequences from my wishes about pheromones would go away and that no one got hurt because of something I wished."

The impact on Jessica was intense. These massive, world-altering wishes were like a tidal wave surging through her, and three at once was overwhelming. The first wish sparked a powerful orgasm, which was still pulsating as the second wish tore through her groin. She gasped and moaned and turned dark red as her juices soaked her pants and she writhed on the ground in ecstatic agony. As the third wish coursed through her magical body, the world shimmered in a haze, and she completely lost focus; she saw stars and felt as though she were soaring through the air on a rocket made of sex.

It took several minutes for the waves of unimaginable pleasure to recede. That, in its own way, was probably a good sign.

"Do you think it worked?" Ernest said.

"I hope so," the genie replied.