Choose Your Life

Smoke billowed forth from the untold depths of the bottle, oddly smelling of sex, technology, and nature. Inhaling sharply, you are overcome by the powerful, almost contradicting smells, when you hear an ominous voice, sometimes feminine, sometimes masculine, always enticing, coming from the depths of the mist.

 "You have released me from that accursed container. In return I offer you a choice, three small wishes or one big wish. Before you choose, know this; you cannot take it back, for in life all choices are final. Choose wisely."

 That warning, though cryptic, gives you an idea, an incredibly twisted idea.

 "Fine," you shout, "I'll have the big one!"

 "What is it?"

 "I wish that my life could be like a giant Choose-Your-Own-Adventure story."

 "What?"

 "Like on Chyoo.com."

 A pause. "Done. Enjoy the experience." The smoke fades away, leaving you once again in your bedroom.