You sit in your sparsely furnished feeling astounded, never before had you believed that there was such thing as genies. With your first thought as you hold the lamp the cat girl genie reappears and slowly and roughly says, "Your wish is my command master" and with this you wish your body was different, and attractive to people, with a faint pop reality reasserts itself and you are left as a hooker from LA standing in the street shivering, wondering why you are where you are. Pricking your whiskers are swishing your tale you set about the night's wares.