Backfiring feminazi wish

I could feel my world swirling around me, after thousands of years I had finally been picked up and trusted to once more grant wishes.

Who was I? I was the genie of the monkey paw. Known in the past for granting wishes with massive caveats. I didn't do it out of obligation, but rather because it humored me, you could only grant the same vain wishes so many times before you felt like it needed a little twist. It was with that same intent that I looked down at the latest person to free me from my confines. "What is your willing my master?"

"Women should rule the world, as men have illegitimately done these last few centuries!" I was screamed at by an older lady with a blue pixie cut. A septum piercing hung from her nose and her face looked as if it had been contorted by anger for just a little bit too long.

"Granted," I stated calmly as I closed my eyes and let my magic seep into the world from my fingers. I knew that my expression was smug as I retreated and dearly hoped that she wouldn't be able to tell what I had added to her wish. "Come tomorrow and women will be fifteen billion times smarter than they are today, easily outdoing any man in any mental task. In a single year they'll be able to earn fifteen whole doctoral degrees."

As I made myself at home inside of my lamp again after granting this woman's one and only wish I couldn't help but to snicker to myself a little bit, she would be in for quite a surprise tomorrow when it was all to be revealed. I was a little bit worried that her expression wouldn't be as golden as I hoped, perhaps she had glanced the foreshadowing, the fact that the old baseline of a single PhD every seven years needed a cognitive boost of 105 to become fifteen PhDs a year. I just hoped that she didn't realize that the remaining (15,000,000,000-105=)14,999,999,895 times boost in cognition for the women of the world would be reserved specifically for lustful thoughts, their libido boosted to levels they'd previously thought to be unreal.

I closed my eyes to imagine the day that would come. All areas advanced massively, flying cars soaring overhead, holographic billboards lighting up the city streets in 3D and not a man in sight; only women in obscenely scandalous states of dress. That is until it suddenly happened, a tiny portion of a man was shown to the world, an ankle peeking up from under his burqa. Almost instantaneously, the air was filled with a flurry of 'Awoogas' before the distracted drivers totaled their cars.

No-one died in the resultant 42 car pile-up, the technological progress that women stood behind had made sure of that. Someone who was distraught though, was the man who had ultimately caused the carnage. The himbo with chiseled abs, smooth tan and perfect skin, threw off his burqa as soon as he entered his home. He set down his jar of sauerkraut, which had been the reason for his excursion, and continued cooking dinner for his wife. That was all he had wanted, to get the ingredient he needed for dinner. By the end however, he had needed to ask himself the question, while sadness boiled up inside of him, "why did women have to be like this?"

[Author's note: this might be my story primarily, which is why I set it to moderated. However, I want to encourage everyone to try and add to it. I'd love to see your take on this setup, even if I'll demand changes to what's written. Addition attempts are highly encouraged.]