Your eyes slowly flutter open. That was such a wild dream. You dreamed that you picked up a lamp with a genie, of all things, and not only did you get the ability to transform into a mountain lion and control your age, the genie changed into a handsome guy who was going to pretend to be your boyfriend while you prepare to leave boring life behind. You sigh, lamenting that it was truly incredible, and turn on your bed.
"Yipe!"
Only to feel an odd sensation. You turned on something. Something long. And soft. And fuzzy. Yup, lying out behind you was...your tail.
But you were a nude human right now. Well, mostly. Except for the tail. But if you had a tail, that meant...
It was all real. As realization dawns, you concentrate and sprout fur all over. You even change your ears back to triangular ones. Blinking in awe, you realize something is missing. Where is Jinn? When you fell asleep last night, he was right next to you, and you were purring like...well, never mind. But, where is he?
You sit up in bed, carefully avoiding crimping your tail, and spot the lamp on the desk just where you left it. No one had taken it, thank goodness. So then, where was Jinn? Did he get tired of hanging around and head back into the lamp? As you start to worry, your nose begins to twitch slightly. You smell something. Just as you sniff the air, the door opens.
"Good, you are awake, Master," a grinning Jinn catches you again in an embarrassing pose, but you are too stupefied by his attire to notice. Over his handsome naked torso and pants, he has on a rather frilly white apron, and wields a spatula. "Breakfast is just about ready."
"W-what are you..." you can't help but sputter out.
"I have heard that it is customary for human males to cook as an expression of affection," Jinn replies cheerily. "Since I am to pose as your beau for some time, I thought it would be best to be thorough."
You are astounded, but the inviting smell became stronger the minute the door opened. It seems Jinn has been quite productive. Your stomach growling, you do not even bother to put on clothes, but follow Jinn to the kitchen clad in nothing but your fur. There, before you, is every breakfast meat you could imagine: bacon, sausages, ham, and so on. You're not even sure these were in your fridge.
Normally, you like meat in moderate amounts, but something about your new form must be affecting you, and you can barely keep yourself from drooling as Jinn looks on in doting satisfaction. You can't help but let your teeth sharpen as you dig into the pile like the carnivore you were becoming.
Finally satisfied, you lean back in your chair and look at Jinn, pondering what needs to be taken care of first so you can begin your new life.