You said you wanted to be rich. That was what everyone wished for, and with reason. In this world, being rich was a lot better than being poor. And as a rich man, you could share your wealth with some destitute people. It could only be good for all, right? So you wished to be infinitely rich. Logical and obvious.
"As you wish, master!" said the female genie with enthusiasm and waving her hand.
Sparkles shot from her fingers and engulfed you completely. You were extremely excited. This was going to be great and you were already thinking of all the things you'd buy and do. You should really have given more thought on your wording and how it could be interpreted. After all, your wish, though obvious, was really vague in of itself...
You opened your eyes, ready to enjoy your nice life. And indeed it seemed nice. You could feel your body on a comfy and soft cushion. Good start! And you saw that you are in a very large and lavishly decorated home. Everything transpired money and wealth, from the couches with silk or cloth as soft as butter, to the chandeliers and old-fashioned wallpaper of quality. The wooden floor bore testimony to being waxed frequently. In fact, nothing had a speck of dust. Cool! Living here is going to be awesome! You were already thinking of the girls you'd invite and the parties you'd throw. But you noticed how strange things were. The furniture. The ceiling. It was all... too big. Out of proportion. You walked a bit, hearing a strange series of clicks. Each time you walked, in fact. Then you looked at your bed. It was a cushion. A fluffy one, in a varnished wood box, but a cushion anyway. Fit for a dog. Why would you sleep in THAT? You then notice you legs. Long. White curly fur trimmed carefully. Manicured black claws. You look at yourself fully. You are shaved in some parts of your body, others show balls of fur. Your tail ends in in a ball of trimmed curly fluff. It looks like... It is reminiscent of... You rush to a nearby mirror and get the confirmation of your fears. You're a dog! A poodle! A stereotypical poodle! Groomed to the max, complete with bows and a collar showing off diamonds! You're rich all right, but a pet poodle! How could the wish have backfired that much? You need to find the genie and reverse that stupid wish!
"Highness! Where are you?" a voice calls.
In enters an elderly lady draped in rich clothes and expensive jewels. Your owner, no doubt.
"Highness! Come with me, we have lots of things to do today," the wealthy elderly woman says with a snobbish tone and holding a leash of very expensive leather.
Oh no... Looks like your nightmare is only beginning...