You think for a moment and then decide on what you want the most.
"Genie, I wish to be a large, muscular, and very sexy anthropomorphic Old English Sheepdog!" You say while giving him your most winning smile.
The hare-genie looks at you for a moment, then nods and grins.
"As you wish, my master, so shall it be done!" He tells you formally before hopping over to you and tapping some cigar ashes over your head.
"Hey!" You yell and jump back, startled. "What was that for?"
"It’s all a part of how I grant wishes, my master." The genie says reprovingly.
"Well you could have told me that’s how you do your magic, you know! I mean, that’s just..."
You trail off as you feel very odd. Your body begins to feel warm and itch like there is millions of tiny hairs tickling it. You look down and see that there is a layer of white fur growing on your now muscular arms! You watch in fascination as it thickens into something shaggy and begins to almost pour itself all across your skin.
You turn over your furred covered hands and watch as black paw pads and blunt running claws emerge at the palm and fingertips of both hands. Lifting up your shirt, you see a layer of thick, shaggy chest fur growing up your belly with its nice six pack of abs and firm pecs to your neck. Your neck thickens, lengthens a bit and then slides to the back of your head. But you ignore that particular sensation as you stroke the thick, shaggy fur growing on your stocky, muscular chest. And as you do that, you unknowingly begin to pant contentedly.
Another odd feeling brings your now paw-like hands to your tailbone. There’s a growing lump at the seat of your pants. And suddenly you realize that its your tail. You tug and pull your tail out of your pants with a sigh and a pant of relief.
Your pants pretty much seem useless now, so you take them off. You inspect your dog-like legs and your groin. Everything is covered now by a shaggy layer of dark blue merle fur that tapers to a layer of white fur at your hind paws. It just looks and now oddly enough smells good. Then you look closer, and a hand shoots between your legs. You’d always been very male and quite proud of your maleness. But now you have your family jewels and cock hidden from view by a layer of skin and fur. Probing one furry finger where your cock use to be causes to shudder, sigh and pant with pleasure.
You shoot a pleasant look at the genie.
"Wow, I’d never imagine that having a fur coat down there could make things much more pleasurable for me!" You tell him in a voice much deeper than what you’re use to.
"Well, I am very glad that you like the changes so far, my shaggy sheepdog of a master." He grins at you in elation while puffing his cigar and watching you pleasurably stroke the rest of your shaggy body.
"Man, I am going to be a very sexy, male sheepdog!" You growl happily.
"Yes, you most certainly will be." The genie tells you with another grin.
You moan and growl as your ears move to the top of your shaggy head and then drop down into a pair of drop ears. A tingling in your nose draws your eyes downward, and you watch as your nose and mouth push outward into a shaggy muzzle. The world around you then disappears under a thick, furry veil of white fur. But you don’t see all of the fur in front of your eyes as a problem as you both smell and hear things better than you ever could before.
Finally, your shaggy body firms up into a body-builder physique. And there you stand, a very stocky and muscular Old English Sheepdog running both paw-like hands admiringly over your shaggy chest. You look at the hare-genie and try to think of what you want to wish of next.