Genie Gel (wish-based interactive story)

Based on a dream I had a few nights ago, Genie Gel is the story of a man who comes across a lotion that grants all of his wishes, no matter how big or small. But there is one twist on this story. At the end of each update, three(or more) possible wishes will be given, and it's up to the readers to decide the wish to make. Occasionally, I'll give free reign for people to make their own wishes, but more often It'll predetermined. I hope you all enjoy the product of my unconscious mind!

The mall. You hated being here. The large crowds, loud noise, and rude people always made you want to stay far the fuck away. If you HAD to come here, you always asked if someone could go for you, giving them money for gas and the goods. But today, you felt like you needed to get out of the house. You realized you've been playing Skyrim for too long, and your friends simply wouldn't leave you alone about it. Besides, a new shop opened with extravagant and strange items from around the world, and you would harbor over that stuff all day if you could. You didn't take your own car, instead you took one of your friend's, so already you were in an unfamiliar situation, and already you were nervous. Things didn't change when you walked through the needlessly large entrance.

Music shops, game shops, movie shops, toy shops, and clothes shops surrounded you on either side of the wall, while every vendor under the sun peddled their wares in the middle of the large hallways. Above you were more shops, a skylight, and a large helicopter suspended by wires. You always wondered how they even got it in here, but you were always more afraid of it falling than anything. Below you were several pairs feet, and a rug with red, orange, green and yellow squares erratically placed about. This always bothered you the most, as you couldn't decide where to step, the colors always unnerved you, and worst was the pattern: there wasn't one. Your friends told you to calm down about it, how it didn't matter, but it still always tore you up inside, you just didn't show it.

On either side of you was a friend. On the left was a moderately-sized black woman named Tanami. She was incredibly beautiful, and back in school, people always stared at her as she walked the hallways. She was wearing a pink Daft Punk T-shirt, concealing her entire torso, and jeans that seemed to cling to the very cells of her skin. Her face was curved, like the rest of her body, and had eyes that sparkled like a candle. A few years back, she decided to do something she always dreamed of: become a man. Saving up her money, she bought surgery to replace her vagina with a fully-working penis and testicles. However, she didn't want to make a full change, so she kept her breasts, about C-cups, and other feminine qualities. You've seen her shaft about five times during your life, and although you've never had sex with her, you've helped her relieve herself, and even tasted it. You've never measured