"Now you accused me of infidelity, and you should talk. You're nothing but an old alley cat--oh, my and now you are one in fact!" laughs your ex-girlfriend.
"Well, I can't have you contributing to the stray cat population, but impregnating every cat you come across, so I guess the next stop is the vet's," she says gripping you tightly. You struggle and claw, and she drops you. You run toward the half open window.
"Ow! I wish you knew what it was like for the woman!"
"Granted mistress," says the genie as you leap for the window.
Your center of gravity shifts and you tumble off the ledge and land straddling a tree branch. The fall knocks the air out of you, and you think, "So much for cats always landing on their feet!" Then you notice a pleasantly unexpected lack of pain in your crotch. The way you fell you should have flattened your cock and balls. Slowly you get to your feet, and look down between your legs. You see a couple rows of nipples and an uncharacteristically smoothly contoured underside. You hear several miaows and glance down to see several tom cats circling your tree. You sniff the air, and realize to your horror that no only are you no longer male, but that you are a female cat in heat.
Two of the male cats begin to fight, a third stealthily creeps over and starts to climb your tree. You mew in terror, and turn to evaluate the jump back to your window. Your girlfriend is seated on the window sill gazing out at you with a wicked smile. She balances your lamp on her knees. The hare genie stands subserviently behind her.