I want to be attractive

  I wanted to be attractive. I won’t say that as is I was unattractive. I think that much of the male gender would, but I won’t. But I was not exactly remarkable. And I had always wanted to be something remarkable. Get on my case for giving into a masculine power structure and the objectification of women if you absolutely must, but it is something that I had always wanted.
    “I want to be attractive,” I threw out. “I want to be even more attractive than my roommate.”

    The genie looked at me. “You already are attractive.”


 I smiled. “That’s nice of you to say, but-”

“I mean that you weigh at least twenty pounds more than her. That gives you a gravitational attraction of-”

 I rolled my eyes. “I want to be sexy,” I corrected myself, instantly annoyed with how that had gone.
He nodded. “I see.” He thought. “Do you want me to do it pheremonally, or do you want to actually look different?”

 “Look different.”

 “And you want everyone to still recognize you as you?”

 “Absolutely.”

 “All right. Done.”

 I didn’t actually feel anything happen to me. But the instant I turned towards a mirror, I found that the genie had perfectly kept his word.