You decide it would be better to draw as little attention as you can to yourself so you decide to play along. The genie stands there grinning and puffing away on his cigar before giving you a salute and disappearing back into the lamp. No one else seems to notice.
By the time the crowd disperses you’re a mess. At least half of the kids were sticky and dirty and had pulled on your fur leaving you disheveled and smelly.
You grab your clothes and the lamp and head for home. Its starting to get dark and you are really hungry. At first you have a little trouble walking until you figure out that you need to hop on you toes and the only time you use the heel of your feet is when your sitting back on them. Once you get the hang of hopping you find that your enjoying yourself as each hop takes you about two feet into the air and four feet forward. As you hop you try to clean yourself of with your old clothes and at a corner trash can you dispose of them.
Your starting to notice the stares and looks of people as you pass. Your sensitive ears pick up remarks like “Freak”, “Goddamn Furries”, and such. You are really starting to get annoyed and irritated. At the edge of the downtown area you are waiting at a crosswalk for the light to change when a car speeds by. Cold milkshake splashes over you as the driver throws it out the window. “Go home you freaaak!”, the driver shouts. The passenger hangs out the window and laughs and yells other insults as they speed away.