You've come this far, so why not keep going? You're still a little self-conscious, though, so as you pull your t-shirt over your head and unsnap your bra, you allow the fur to cover your entire body, including your face. You even feel your hair shorten and turn into fur. Now completely naked, you truly relish the feeling of being a furred animal, despite the fact that your anatomy is still largely human, with the exception of your ears and tail. At that thought, you blush slightly, so you quickly convert the front of your chest. It is now flat and muscular, and there are a row of nubby teats down your abdomen. It is more like the chest of a large cat, and you cannot resist running your hand through the lighter fur. More purring ensues.
Although your face is furred, and now has the coloration of a mountain lion, it is still in the shape of a human skull. You contemplate changing your eyes, but you don't really want to yet. You know cats see slightly differently from humans, so you don't want to limit your vision while reveling in observing your changes. Instead, you start drawing out the shape of your muzzle, feeling your nose lengthen and flatten, while your lip gains its cleft. Your whiskers pop out, and you can't resist reaching up to gently touch one. The sensitivity astounds you. Finally, in utter glee, you open your mouth wide to reveal your long tongue and cruel fangs.
"Incredible," you absently say, only then realizing that while your voice sounds slightly different, your mouth and tongue have no difficulty enunciating the words. "Hahahaha!!" you laugh out loud at the sight of the mouth of a mountain lion creating human language. It is almost like an absurd computer-generated video, but it is real. At this point, your entire head but for your eyes is completely that of a mountain lion.
"I trust that means it meets with your satisfaction, Master?" the genie breaks into your oblivious euphoria, sounding quite proud of herself. You turn back to look at her.
"You really deliver, genie, I'll give you that," you say, shaking your head at the understatement. Your are about to turn back to the mirror, when a thought pops into your mind, prompting you to pause. "Incidentally, genie, do you have a name? It feels strange to just keep calling you genie, unless that is your name."
"Oh, I have quite the considerate Master this time," the genie chuckles, almost condescendingly, but it does not feel malicious. "Those of us who are bound are rarely allowed such luxuries as our own name. However, if you wish a title to address me by, you may call me 'Jinn.' I have heard humans have dubbed our kind as such." You can't help but raise an eyebrow. Is there a reason she doesn't want to give you a personal name? But you guess it's her own business, so why should you meddle?
"Okay, Jinn...well, thanks for doing such a great job with my first wish so far. There'll probably be a lot of questions I want to ask you, is that okay?" you segue kind of awkwardly into an attempt to gain permission to satisfy your curiosity later.
"Of course, my Master, I am at your service until your second and third wish have been fulfilled," Jinn smiles evenly, as though she were expecting your inquisitiveness to get the better of you.
Not wanting to push your luck, you turn back to the mirror. Your head and torso are already that of a mountain lion, so there's only your limbs to go. You consider for a moment, then bend over to place your hands on the carpet with your knees bent, but not touching the floor, as close to a cat-like position as you can assume. You take a deep breath before the plunge.
Your limbs fill out with muscle and your bones shift to accommodate a quadrupedal stance. Your fingers shorten and become stubbier, while your nails become long and sharp, and eventually pull back into your rather large paws. Your hips shift as well, and suddenly, you are completely a mountain lion with the exception of your eyes. Although you know you wished for an understanding of how to live as a mountain lion, you are surprised how comfortable padding about on four paws is for you.
"I must say, Master, that form truly does become you," you hear Jinn say as she steps beside you and reaches over to scratch behind your ears. You cannot help but arch your neck in pleasure and let out a sound that you seem to be making rather often now: a loud purr.