Yes

 I waited until my roommate Jenny left for class before doing it, because of my admittedly slight dignity. And then, the instant I did, there was an explosion. And there, standing in front of me was… 
    Some guy. I guess I didn’t really have anything resembling expectations of what a genie would look like. But I’ll admit that I expected a little bit more of the most powerful creature in the world than a thin, slightly pale, black-haired guy about my age. 
    The two of us stared at each other awkwardly. My roommate didn’t approve of my having guys into our apartment without her specific approval. And though I knew she would probably admit this as a special circumstance, I still couldn’t help but feel a little bashful about it. 
    “I’m a genie,” he announced, flatly.
    I nodded. “So I guessed.”


 “And you’ve released me from my prison.”
“Yup.”
“That means that you get five wishes.”

 “Five?” I said, slightly surprised. “I thought it was only three.”
He shrugged. “Inflation. You have to be fair to the customer. Oh. But where are my manners? I’m Michael.”

 “Anne.” We shook hands. “Do you, um, want anything to drink?”

 “No. But before we get started, do you mind if I stretch out a little? I’ll be invisible to everyone but you.”

 I shook my head. With that, he suddenly leapt out the window. I saw him land on his feet. Then, he transformed into a flaming column, and grew until his head was touching the sky. I heard the sound of him taking a deep of breath. And then, a few seconds later, he became a human again, jumped back through the window and sat down on my bed.
“You have no idea how good it feels to finally do that. Now. I believe you were about to make some wishes. Remember: no wishing for more wishes. That shit’s just dumb. And no wishing for more than one thing at a time. Also, and this should make you feel better, no altruistic wishes. These are for your personal benefit, not other’s.”

 “Before we get to that,” I interrupted, “can I ask how you managed to get yourself trapped in a lamp in the first place? That’s always bugged me.” 

“Common misconception. It’s not actually a lamp,” he replied. “It’s an egg. If you want me to explain the intricacies of genie sex, I can do that.”