"It's late. Rub the lamp if you need me again," yawned the genie, before returning to the lamp.
Looking at your very own room again, you already notice several changes to the layout and the furniture. The bed is much longer, as both torsos are lain flat when you lie down. The wardrobe is now gone, now that you do not need to be dressed; the room is now much more spacious such that you can turn comfortably without bending your lower body. The computer desk is much taller, but the spinning chair in front of it is absent. Curiously, you walk up to the computer desk and try to sit down, to find your lower torso sloped downwards and the rump, hind legs and tail on the floor, but the forelegs straight. Huh. So this is how it feels to sit as a taur. You raise your foreleg to press the power button, the sitting posture being able to carry your weight well. The years of accumulated garbage also mysteriously vanished, the dust and rubbish no longer assaulting your sensitive nose.
Satisfied, you walk to your bed and try to stand on your hind legs with your front legs on the (short edge of the) bed, then bend your upper torso down to climb with your hands and forelegs on the bed such that your lower torso can be sprung up onto the bed by your hind legs. You fall into the bed, to find that, while the arms and hind legs stretch above your head and below your hips (of the lower torso) as usual, the forelegs can only stretch sideways, off the bed. You flip yourself belly-up; now the forelegs flop on your lower belly and bounce off the side of the bed. Feeling very insecure, you flip yourself back-up again, your hand-paws supporting your muzzle on the pillow. There's an urge to chew on the pillow, but you fall asleep before you can act on it.
The next day, you wake up to the sunlight shining on your eye, as usual. While climbing out of your bed, you let your hind legs down on the floor first the the forelegs. In the toilet, you look in the mirror to see a head of very scruffy red fur. You try to comb yourself, but sometimes the fur gets tangled or stuck and you have to pry the hairs apart with your hands. And your thick fur coat needs to be maintained regularly… Eh, you'll get there when you get there. You walk down the stairs, leaning your upper torso as far back as possible to avoid overbalancing.
The kitchen's layout is the same: table in the middle, appliances lining the walls. The ale is now taller such that your lower torso can fit under the space between the legs such that you do not have to bend your lower body while facing the fridge or sink. You open the cabinet to reveal a package of dog kibble and a dog bowl. You pour the kibble into the bown and try to gobble them up; you have to find the kibble by touch with your snout since it blocks your vision. As you have a larger body and two stomachs, one bowl cannot satiate you; you pour another bowl, and another, for yourself, until you've chowed down four bowls. That's something.
Your car broke down a few days ago and is in the mechanic's for now; you have to take the bus to work in the meantime. The bus had just arrived outside your house; it's packed like sardines and your backside slammed against many people, until you nest your whole your body inside a standing area; even then no one bats an eye at you. While alighting, your hind legs accidentally step on someone's shoes; you profusely apologize. You alight right in front of your workplace. You take out your employee tag to see the photo replaced with that of a shot of your muzzle. Time to clock in.