The joy you feel at finally being the female you've always dreamed of being makes you want others to share in your happiness, and who would be better recipients of your wish than your fellow transfolk? The fact that your body isn't human seems trivial in comparison with the fact that it isn't disgustingly male. You think about a hulking he-wolf that was an unhappy girl fifteen minutes earlier plowing your brand-new vagina with his brand-new penis and smile.
"I wish" you say "that you offer anyone unhappy with the physical sex of their body an anthro wolf body of the same species as mine, but one gendered in the way they would want their body to be, and that this body be young and healthy in all ways."
"OK" says the genie. "That's a bit complicated, but I can do it."