Tim stood there, agape, trying to comprehend the situation, as Carrie turned and began to walk away. Realizing that the only person who could get her out of this mess was leaving, she ran after Carrie "Please!" she said. "Please, help me out here!"
Carrie rolled her eyes. "I already told you," she replied. "You only got one wish, and you should have been more specific if you didn't want something like this to happen. If you knew the first thing about djinni, you'd know that any interpretation of the specific requests is fair game. Now go away."
Tim was desperate. "No!" she shrieked. "You can't do this! Nobody will believe I'm me! I'll be homeless!" She grabbed Carrie by the arm. "Please!" she begged. "Don't leave me like this!"
Carrie groaned. Obviously, this kid needed further incentive to leave her alone. She turned to Tim. "I most certainly can do this," she said. "So I think you ought to show more respect in the future. But...since you're so persistent...all right. I won't leave you like this."
Tim brightened, and Carrie furtively pushed buttons on the remote while pantomiming arcane gestures. As Tim waited eagerly, the changes set in. Her ears grew thin and triangular, and migrated to the top of her head. Her fingernails became retractable claws, and something began straining at the back of her underwear - a tail, which ripped a hole through the seat of her pants and grew to about three feet in length and an inch in diameter. Her canine teeth grew into small fangs, and her hair changed to a dark orange color with streaks of white, her ears and tail becoming covered in orange tabby fur. Tim had gone from girl to catgirl.
"Looking good," Carrie smirked. "Now let's do something about that outfit." She pushed more buttons and made more gestures. Tim's underwear became a pair of no-frills white panties with a hole in the back for her tail, and a bra formed around her breasts to support them, emphasizing them nicely. Her too-tight jersey became a loose-fitting white blouse, and her pantlegs joined together, the pants becoming a knee-length blue denim skirt. Her dirty sweat socks became clean white knee-high stockings, her grungy sneakers became a classy pair of brown leather pennyloafers, and a loose leather bell-collar appeared around her neck. Engraved on the bell was "TABITHA."
"And since you were worried about people not believing it's you," Carrie said, "I've altered your records to reflect the new you, and I've made sure your parents will be accepting of your change. Now," she continued, grabbing Tim's head and forcing Tim to look her right in the eye, "I'm tired of dealing with you. I'm going my way, and I want you to leave me alone, or there'll be a new pussycat in the alley tonight. Understand?"
Tim, or Tabitha, as she was now known, nodded in sheer terror. "Good," Carrie said, and stomped off to look for a new victim. "Ta-ta, Tabby dear," she spat back over her shoulder. Tabitha just stood there.