"We're going to have to pick an identity for you, just in case someone gets nosy," you inform Jinn of your train of thought. "Something that won't get too many questions."
"Yes, Master," Jinn responds obediently, then shifts his body slightly as he becomes slightly smaller, to a child of about age five. The fur retracts, and an adorable children's outfit appears. The precocious-looking kindergartner gives you an adorable look, then hugs you about the waist, gazing upward for your approval. "Or should I say, Mother?"
You're a bit flabbergasted, but you try to put your thoughts back in order. Jinn is inordinately cute, but this probably won't work.
"I don't think so," you say reluctantly. "There are people around who have known me long enough to know I don't have kids. It would be weird if I randomly showed up with one. Someone might think I'm a kidnapper, especially if I then move off with no forwarding address."
"I see, Master," Jinn states thoughtfully, the serious tone a little strange coming from a 5-year-old's mouth. Then, before you can react, you feel Jinn shifting again, and that's not all. He's still hugging you, and all of a sudden your feet leave the ground. Before your eyes, Jinn has grown from a little imp to an extremely handsome man, who is currently holding your fur-covered yet nude childish form cradled in his arms.
Unlike the first time, when Jinn retained his blue skin hue, this time Jinn would pass for a normal person. No, not normal. A very attractive person who was just your type. While you were flustered before, this time you are downright bashful but smitten. Jinn's skin was now a light mocha tan, and his midnight-black hair was cut somewhat short, a bristly but neat goatee on his grinning face. His eyes were just light enough brown to be almost amber, and his muscled form was on full display, since he had opted to only form pants, leaving his upper torso bare. While you are frozen in embarrassment and awe, something in your brain registers Jinn's roguish smile and you wonder whether this was his plan all along.
"If I cannot be your child, Master, then how about your suitor?" Jinn asked playfully, seeming to enjoy your discomfiture.
"Y--yes, that should work," you finally stammer out, although you still feel odd in your youthful form. However, it would be more embarrassing to be held as a nude, furry adult, and he doesn't seem to show any inclination of setting you down. You wonder if that was what Jinn was hoping for, given his seemingly jesting nature. If that is the case, you stubbornly decide to deny him the satisfaction. You turn your body into that of a mountain lion cub, bigger than a cat but small enough for Jinn to easily hold. You give him a bit of a defiant look.
Jinn's smile grows wider, as if he knows what you were thinking, and reaches out to stroke your new form skillfully. In spite of yourself you begin to purr contentedly.