The genie with the business suit reappears in a puff of violet smoke. "Ahem. Didn't I just warn you?"
Achmed the genie looks terrified. "What? What did I do wrong?"
The genie points to you. "That."
"You said I could turn him into an equine wizard!"
"That," the genie in the business suit enunciates carefully, "is not an equine wizard. That is a dumb horse which currently knows no magic and will only learn a little bit more as it grows older." The elder djinn took a scroll from his inner suit pocket. "The law is very clear on what we are supposed to do and not supposed to do, Achmed. We can't just say that words mean whatever we want them to mean then do what we want and giggle. If we did, we'd be no more credible than American politicians." He looks severe. "A 'wizard' by definition is 'a wise man,' meaning more simply a human male who knows a good deal of magic. Not a magical horse. Not a magical tomcat. A human male." He frowns further. "Besides which, even if I were to allow for the possibility of horses being wizards--as opposed to an equine wizard, by which I took the standard meaning of a wizard who does magic dealing with horses--he stressed that he would be 'wise' and currently this client is a dumb horse. Far dumber, indeed, than most magical horses."
"I was only trying to be cruel," Achmed pleads, "and this IS Pleasure Island. There's a tradition to uphold."
"Your cruelty is commendable," the elder djinn allows, "but Achmed, honestly, your horse fetish was the reason you were asigned to this isle. It's always 'horse' this and 'donkey' that with you, and while I have no problem when you turn someone who wants to be hung like a horse into an actual horse, there ARE limits and this is one of them. I'm correcting this wish so it doesn't shame us all, and moreover, I'm reassigning your domicile."
"No!" cries Achmed. "Not the toilet!"
The elder djinn raises his eyebrow. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being genie of the urinal, always there with men wishing to be better hung so you could turn them into horses?" He sighs. "You will henceforth be the genie of the horse trough in Pleasure Island's main square. And you can only grant wishes for equines, and by that I mean horses, donkeys, and mules. Given that this is Pleasure Island, you'll have no lack of customers."
"But they'll all already be horses!" cries Achmed, horrified.
"Yes," grins the elder djinn. "You'll have to get more creative, won't you?"
He turns to you. "Now for you, sir, I'm going to grant your wish as it should be granted. You are a wise wizard," he says, waving his hand and you regain human form and your mind, "and moreover, you are an equine wizard, meaning you have all power over equines. You can speak with them, transform folk into them, and turn yourself into one and back."
"Wow," you say, "thanks."
"Don't thank me yet," said the elder djinn, "you also wished to be 'irresistable' to the fairer sex. I'm going to be quite standard in my interpretation of 'fairer sex' and take it to mean females. But I'm going to take 'irresistable' in not just the sexual sense that you intended, but also in the culinary sense as well: all females will desire to fuck you and eat you, not necessarily in that order. And if you think that turning them into horses will help you escape, well then, you've never been bitten by a mare. But that will change..." He grinned evilly, then he and Achmed both vanished.
Two women in the corner of the bar suddenly notice you. "Look at him!" cries one. "He looks positively good enough to eat!"