The genie was beautiful, and she said I had a wish.

I’d had a bad day.

My father asked when I was going to give him grandchildren.

My husband asked why I wasn’t as fun as I used to be.

My bus driver asked why I don’t smile more.

My boss asked why I don’t “play the game” if I wanted a promotion.

Jeff in accounting asked me to make him coffee. Four times.

So I asked the genie for men to stop harassing me.

And since the genie granted my wish, giving me the body of a man but changing nothing else, no men have asked anything unreasonable of me.

But…

The policewomen who responded to my husband’s call about a strange man breaking into his house asked me to prove who I was.

And the genie asked if I was pleased with the results of my foolishly phrased wish.