What to be, what to be, what to be? You're already certain you want to have the genie turn you into some kind of animal, but what? So many choices.
You glance over at the genie. He's puffing away on his cigar, looking very contented, like he as all the time in the world. But then he does, you remember. He's immortal.
He's also one muscle hunk of a rabbit. Now that you've calmed down from all the recent goings on, you really start to notice just how well built this genie is. He's got a physique that would make every other bodybuilder hang up his posing trunks and retire. Even covered with fur you can still see the muscles rippling in his arm as he flicks some of the ashes off his cigar onto the sidewalk. Your eyes are glued to his big, rounded biceps as it flexes while he raises his arm to take another puff on his cigar. He blows out a long, slow, puff of smoke, then turns his head slightly and winks at you. You blush, suddenly aware he knows that you've been staring at him. But the wink and his sly smile reassure you that he doesn't mind you checking him out at all. So, quite happily, you continue to do so.
Slowly your eyes roam over his massive pecs, his firm abs, the "six pack" rippling under the soft, brown covering of fur. At least it looks soft to you. Visions start to rise of your rabbit paws traveling over and over that magnificent body; of slipping your rabbit fingers into the tops of those pants and pulling them down and then exploring the tree trunk like legs of this hunk of hare.
Rabbit fingers!? Of course! But would he...? You look back up at the genie's eyes. Whether he can read minds or not you don't know, but he obviously knows what's on your mind. He winks at you again and smiles. You give him a big grin.
He flicks some more ashes off of his cigar. "You've made your choice, sport?"
"I have. I wish I was a muscled, anthropomorphic rabbit. A male rabbit, of course."
He chuckles. "Of course." He stands up from the bench and grins down at you. "Ok, buddy, it's show time."