You look down at your new self, you feel humiliated and defeated. Well at least you know at least 10 guys who will help you out of your situation. You grab your wallet from where it fell to the floor when your clothing changed. There are 10 condoms inside, plus a miniphone list of your friends from the gym.
You glare at your ex, holding the lamp, and saying nothing, you leave.
She laughs hysterically. The genie says, "I wonder how long it will take him to get screwed by 10 men?"
"Oh, genie, that doesn't matter. You won't be changing him back if he sleeps with 100 guys. I only wished that you change him into a slutty woman."
"But you told him?"
"I told him, but I didn't command you. Big difference. See he'll come back after the first 10, and ask what went wrong. I'll start off with telling him that he must be pregnant. He'll say he can't be because all the men used condoms. I'll say "Oh, no! You weren't supposed to use a condom. Rhythm method is the only birth control that won't interfere with the spell. Are you ovulating?"
"I'll ask and of course he'll say how should he know. Then, I'll explain it may take a couple months to establish his menstural cycle before he can have unprotected sex, but because he had sex with condoms, he must continue to have sex with condoms daily until he is ready to do ten unprotected men. And of course when that doesn't work, I'll ask whether or not he swallowed when he gave them blow jobs. No matter what he answers, I'll tell him he did it wrong, and has to do it again."
"My, mistress, you are an evil woman!" exclaims the hare genie with admiration. As he contemplates her demise, a cow is too good for her, especially after she replies.
"You think I'm evil now? Just wait until I'm done with all the guys in my little black book. He may have turned me into a cow, but your former master isn't the worst in this book. Hey, I wonder if he'll do any of my old dates? Genie, I wish to know who my ex-male, ex-boyfriend is going to humiliate himself with and when. I've got an idea."
The hare djinni closes his eyes, and visualizes your slutty form walking across campus. Your mind betrays your thoughts to him. He opens his eyes.
"He is going to get knocked up by some of his work out buddies. He's starting with the guy with smallest dick, and going to work his way up to the one with the biggest."
"Their names?" she says impatiently.
"Jim "The Bulldog" Moriarty--the football player. He's got a five incher. Next--"
"I know he's in my book too. I think we'll deal with him, as he deals with--I can't call him by his old name since he's such a bimbo now--I know I'll call him Bimbette! So genie, I wish that after Bulldog has blown his wad down Bimbette's throat, that Bulldog begin to slowly change into a real bull dog. And this is important, when Bulldog is screwing her I want him to form a knot, so they're tied together."
"Yes, mistress, it shall be as you wish. Moriarty will become a bulldog while he enjoys--uh, Bimbette."
"Mwwwwwahahahaha!"