Drake acknowledged the novelty of the situation but wanted to be back to his usual gender post haste. He looked up from his crotch and said to Beldazarr: "Neigh. Neigh!?" A distinctly equine noise rumbled from his throat instead of his wish to turn back. Drake grasped at his throat and felt it thicken with muscle, his adam's apple shrinking away. His skull tingled as it too began to reshape, stretching forward slowly as his nose flattened and nostrils widened. He looked back up at Beldazarr in a panic as he once again tried to make a wish, but his mouth felt thick and he couldn't move his tongue like he used to. The best he could do was grunt and whicker fruitlessly. His tongue began to swell as his mouth stretched forward into a muzzle, his teeth flattening into thick molars. Drake NEEDED to fix this now, his mind raced as he tried to figure a way out of this without his voice.
Beldazarr only watched, a slight smirk on his face. Without another wish to act upon though he began to sink back into his lamp wordlessly. Drake saw his notepad on his desk and dove for it, scrabbling for a pen or pencil. The tingling of his transformation wasn't finished though, it spread down to his shoulders. His joints began to expand and adjust and as Drake finally found a pen to write his wish with, his hands began to contort too. With the pen in his changing hand he started writing, he had scribbled out 'I wish I was' before the pen fell out of his hand. His digits started shrinking down, all except his middle finger which began to expand. Drake wickered in panic, bringing his reshaping hands together to try and pick up the pen again. His throat expanded further, packing muscle on and stretching his neck forward. His ears pointing and migrating up to the top of his head. Drake squeezed his eyes shut in discomfort as they also moved, shifting closer to the sides of his head. He opened his now entirely brown and animalistic eyes and looked to Beldazarr for help, gesturing to the notepad with what was quickly becoming a forehoof. Beldazarr ceased his descent back into the lamp momentarily, eyes flicking between Drake's mutating form and the notepad on the desk, waiting to see if Drake would complete his wish. What was he going to do? He looked down at his hands, watching what little was left of his other fingers sink back into the forming hoof, he couldn't write the rest of his wish with these! But if he didn't try it very well may mean spending the rest of his life as an animal! A female one at that!
His crotch pulsed and his hips creaked wider while previously unknown muscles flexed and caused his equine vagina to blink. Heat pulsed through his loins reminding him of what started him into this predicament. He couldn't remain female, he wasn't an animal! The tingling came back in force, distracting him again as he felt the transformation worsening...