You think for a moment, then decide on what you want. "O Brown-Hared-Genie, I wish to be a most sexy anthropomorphic fox!" You say, and give him your most winning smile.
The hare-genie glares at you for a moment, then nods and grins. "As you say Master, so shall it be!", he utters formally before hopping next to you and tapping out some cigar ashes over your head.
"Hey!", you yell and jump back, startled. "What was that for?"
"It's part of the magic, kid", the genie says a bit condesendingly.
"Well you could have warned me, ya know! I mean, that's just....." You trail off as you feel a little odd. It feels like there's millions of tiny hairs tickling your body. You look down and see that there is brown fur growing on your arms! You watch in fascination as it thickens and starts to cover all of your skin.
You turn over your hands and watch as the fur changes to black. Lifting up your shirt you see confirmation of white belly fur growing up your belly to your chest to your neck. Stroking the fur feels so nice, you unknowingly start to purr.
A feeling of lengthening brings your hands to your tailbone. There's a growing lump in your pants, suddenly you realize it's your tail! You tug and pull your tail out of your pants with a sigh of relief.
Your pants now seem pretty useless, so you take them off. You inspect your legs and your groin. Everything is covered with a thick white fur that tapers to a deep red. It looks good. Then you look closer, and a hand shoots to between your legs. You'd always been very male, quite proud of it too. But now you are anything but male. Your familiar package isn't there, only a slit, an opening. Probing a furry finger inside illicits a shudder of pleasure.
You shoot a startled look at the genie. "What've you done to me?!" You ask and hear a much higher voice than what you're used to.
"What've I done? Only what you asked for: a sexy fox. Or, in other words, a vixen!" He grins at you in elation. "And I'm also not terribly pleased at how you addressed me either." He puffs at his cigar, watching you stroke your fur and try to glare at him at the same time.
"But, I meant that I was going to be a sexy, MALE fox!" You say in a very sultry voice.
"Ah, you should have said so. To me, sexy fox means a vixen, not a male fox. You should be more careful of what you wish for." The genie grins.
You moan and purr as your ears move to the top of your head and grow pointed. A tingling in your nose draws your eyes downward and you watch as it darkens and grows outward into a muzzle.
Your normally flat chest quickly starts to inflate in two spots, breasts you realize. Your hands reach up and feel them grow. They swell under your hands and you moan as they fill with milk.
Finally, your hips widen and round out. You stand there, a very sexy vixen, one hand on a hip the other stroking your furry breast as you try to glare at the hare-genie and think of what to do next...