You shivered as the magic flowed through you, your skin tingling in a mix of anticipation and the effects of the genie’s power. You felt the sensation strongest in your feet, and hurriedly pulled off your shoes. It felt for a moment like your feet were being pressed in a vice in one direction, and stretched out in the other, as they grew longer, and thinner. Your largest toes bluged, growing small claws as the nails vanished, and thick pads appeared under each of them. You tried to wiggle them, though found they didn’t have quite as big a range of motion as before. Black fur began to sprout from seeminly every pore on your foot, save those pads, soon hiding your skin completely.
“It’s happening!” You said with a grin. “It’s actually happening!”
The genie chuckled softly. “Glad you’re enjoying this while you can. I honestly can’t remember the last time I granted a wish like this.”
“To become something else?” You asked, your legs shaking slightly, as more black fur traveled up them. Pulling up your jeans to watch as it progressed, the black fur continued it’s growth, before stopping abruptly just below your knee. In it’s place, reddish-brown fur continued up your thighs. The muscles in your legs ached for a moment, and you fell backward, just barely catching yourself, the combination of changes to your feet and sudden weakness in your legs having thrown you off balance. You heard a snap as the bones in your ankles shifted, but when the aches subsided, your legs felt lighter, more nimble and agile, then you could remember since you were a kid! Maybe even moreso!
The genie smiled at your fall. “Not quite. Though it is true none of my masters, when given one wish, would use it to become something else. At least, not in the sense of wishing to be a different kind of creature entirely. The pinnacle of their own species, maybe, but not like this.” She shook her head, realizing she was drifting off topic. “No, what I mean, is a wish that I didn’t need to twist to make things more interesting to watch.”
You shivered again, and held back a moan as you felt your penis growing bigger under your pants, even before it started erecting. You felt tempted to pull down your pants and take a look, and see how else it may have changed, but with the genie right there, it didn’t feel right. Between the pleasurable haze of that growth, the warmth of the orange fur growing over most of your torso, (with a patch of white on the front,) and the slight itch of it rubbing against your clothing, you almost hadn’t registered the genie’s comment.
“Wait, what do you mean, a wish you didn’t need to twist?” You stammered.
“Exactly what I said, Master,” the genie said, as you felt the fur slowly spreading over your arms, changing back from orange to black once it crossed your elbows. “Many of my previous masters made such boring wishes, whether for riches, power, or pleasurable company, that I couldn’t find one once of fun in granting them without some twist to make it amusing. Some of the more ‘noble’ souls tried to wish for an end to all war, conflict, starvation, or sickness but even if those weren’t miserably dull, they were beyond my power to grant in any way they would have wanted.”
Your hands were shaking, and you weren’t sure how much of that was a reaction to what you were hearing, and how much of that was the transformation. You could feel skin bunching up into thick pads on your palms and fingers, while the rest of your hand was coated in black fur, fingernails vanishing as claws poked through in their place. You felt more white fur climbing up your chin, and orange fur going up the back of your neck.
The genie continued. “No, I’ve never had any master wish to turn themselves into the sole member of their new species, completely alone and cut off from their ties to their own race! I understand that this age is, in some respects, more accepting of different kinds, at least superficially, (while those most openly proud of being “accepting” are also far, FAR less accepting in other ways,) but to gamble a single wish on ‘feeling true to yourself,’ in a way only a sliver of humanity will respect, is an absolute RIOT!”
She burst into laughter, throwing her head back as your own began reshaping.
You grit your teeth as they grew sharper. Your jaw felt like it was being tugged forward, growing longer, and pulling your nose (turning darker and wetter) forward with it. Fur covered more and more of your face, though your hair remained intact, even as your ears crawled up the sides of your head through it, before bending into triangular shapes, and becoming more flexible. Smells and sounds all around you grew stronger, more vivid.
Finally, you felt a pressure in your back. You pulled down the back of your pants slightly, allowing your tail to grow out, covered in thick, fluffy reddish-brown fur, with a white tip.
“Of course,” the genie added, “with fursonas being one’s ‘ideal self,’ I saw in your mind that some loved to give theirs special powers, or mix in other sexual fantasies, so it adds to the fun that yours…”