"I want to be a fox," you say without hesitation. "There's not going to be any going back, either. I want to go out into the woods and live like a fox would, for as long as a fox would. I will start out as a young adult fox so I have time to enjoy it without having to grow up all over again. Ideally, I would like to be a red fox, because I've always found them beautiful. I would prefer to remain male. I will remember being human but any instincts I need to survive as a fox will help me when needed. I don't need to be human anymore. I think I'm going to be better off as an animal, especially if I get to be a fox!"
"Excellent work, Master!" smiled the genie. "That's an ideal example of a specific wish. Not exactly the most common type; usually it's the kids who want to be forest animals, and they usually don't want to stay that way. But this will be easy for me, much easier than the time I turned somebody into a planet. I must warn you that since you are wishing to leave your humanity behind forever, this will be your only wish. You're giving up the human language you would even use to specify a second or third wish, as well as your share in the ancient bond between humans and genies. If you're still holding out hope to be a rich human or something, you might want to think again before we start."
"Won't need language anymore, won't need money anymore," you smirk.
The genie waves her arms and suddenly you're both in the woods. You look around, stunned that you've just instantly been teleported somewhere new. She snaps her fingers and you feel a tingling on the front of your face, above your mouth, on beside your nose. Then you start to feel a certain twitching there as you find yourself starting to probe around with something. Lifting up a hand, you feel a number long, sturdy hairs flailing about. Your eyes widen with excitement.
"I ... I have WHISKERS?!"
"They're yours to keep, Mr. Fox." She winks at you and glows with magical aura.
"You can really do it! You can let me be an animal!"
"Never doubt the genie of the impossible, my friend."
You feel a weird pressure in your fingertips that subsides. You look down and are thrilled to see the claws at the ends of your fingers. Something a wild animal can actually use.
"Aren't these awesome?!" you say to the genie. She giggles.
"I'm glad you like them. I've known masters who punished their enemies this way. If you like having claws and whiskers, I bet you'll REALLY enjoy THIS."
A beam of energy came toward you and you bent over as a pressure built up all along your back. You felt a shoving from within your rear end as something pushed out between your shirt and the top of your pants. You moaned as you started getting feelings from places your body didn't used to occupy. The energy dissipated and you were left trying to catch your breath. You feel a muscular shifting sensation out past what had been the end of your spine. You look back and see the bushy red tail you've always wanted, sticking out behind you and curled back toward the front in a wide U-shape. Testing your power over it, you straighten it out and curl it around on your other side. You reach a nearby hand over and grab it on the red part just before the fluffy white tip. "Whoa," you vocalize, feeling some your own fox fur for the very first time. You notice an odd musky smell wafting from somewhere further back; pulling the tail around you a little bit more, you narrow down the scent to an oily spot around the first third of its length. Oh yeah! You forgot about fox scent glands. You wonder if other foxes will smell different. Gripping it there near the base, you notice you can still wave the distant white tip around different directions. You look back at the genie with a sort of gaping look on your face.
"Go on! You know you want to," she says.
Almost instantly, you're twisting and spinning and bouncing around checking out your new tail and its range of motion in every way you can think of: grasping it in different places, letting go and flexing it this way or that, even trying to catch it in mid-air to see how well you can time your movements. You accidentally scratch it a couple of times with your claws until you learn to be more careful! At one point you even end up flopping yourself down on the ground and hugging it from between your legs, nuzzling your face into the soft bushy fur, amused by the tickle of your breath on its last few inches. When it's all said and done, you're lying flat on your back panting, twitching your whiskers idly, swishing your tail slowly across the forest floor below, feeling it brush up against your legs and feet gently. After you catch your breath, you and the genie both start laughing.
"Well, don't you wanna see what else changed?" she asks after a few moments. You tilt your head to the side. She continues: "If you're going to be an animal, why are you still in all of your clothes?" You sit up and lift your shirt. You gasp at the white fur you see on your belly underneath it. You didn't even notice this happening! You tear your shirt off and stare in awe at your soft white underbelly and the course, reddish-orange jacket on your sides. You run your hands through more of your fur, thrilled to have a perfectly adapted coat for your new life in the elements! You can't believe she gave you all of this while you were playing with your tail! And a glance down at your fuzzy black hands reveals that your new fox fur is spreading...