You stand there awaiting the hammer to fall!
What one might have expected to become true, is not quite how the Genie prefers to rationalize your simplistic wish. He has his over him as did you and they are just as sadistic as what your boss was to you. Now you are wondering as to what form will yours?
"Please may I ask the Genie a question?" you cringe feeling as if you shall soon become more lowly than you were before.
A snicker from the Genie lets you know its coming and right at you, right now!
The Genie stands with arms stretched out from his shoulders, he grins at you, and then swinging his arms together he claps his big hands with a cracking slap.
As if an explosion right there in front of you, there comes a mighty wind. Your pushed backward, away from where you stood and begin to fall over.
Rolling yourself to one side you strain to retain your balance figuring to do a hand stand and cartwheel back to an upright stance.
Thinking yourself to be acting smartly before the Genie your minds thoughts are of pride and foolish delight. It is when your feet are stuck high in the air that you realize they are changing.
You get scared being unable to react to the Genie's power. If otherwise you might have just side stepped his bolt of power, but doing your fooling around, you are directly in line with the shocking jolt.
A short scream turns to a shrill whinny as your head returns to an upright position. The instant sensation of one's physical form being wrenched from humanity and made to look like just another equine in a worldwide herd of farm life animals.
Feeling your center of gravity to be much different the need to stand on all fours is now a factual reality. Falling forward your forelegs and hoofs slam into the earth with a mind jarring thud. It sends a jolt up the legs and make your entire body jostle.
"Congratulations young Wizard, you have arrived looking ever the part of a foolish and hairy young stallion! It should be quite soon noted that your magical powers will begin to invade your mind, but at a very slow pace. You might ask why, this is due to your smaller sized brain and all the instinctive drives and urges you as a stallion must now face. I pity you as for what you wished, you being still mortal will age at the rate of this equine form and in less than your own span of life will die the death of a true beast!" says the Genie looking ever so satisfied he'd damned you to what you are.
Two shreaking whinnies and a anguished snort is all for now you can muster in response.