"Hold on a minute. Shouldn't we go somewhere private? I don't want a bunch of people to see me change on the street." The Genie sucked slowly on his cigar. "No worries bud, the change will take most of the day. We have plenty of time before the changes become noticeable."
As he is talking you absent mindedly start to scratch you chest. The genie's eyes flicker as he notices your movement, but he doesn't say anything. His mouth twitches with a slight smile around his cigar.
You stand up and stretch your arms over your head. “Well I’m getting pretty hungry. How about we go to my place and I’ll make us some lunch.” The genie hops up from the bench as well.
“That sounds great! I haven’t eaten in twenty years.”