You figure that the best thing you can do for now is change back -- you don't want to have to explain what a live-action porn-star version of a cartoon character is doing in the house instead of, well, yourself. You look at the lamp and state, "I wish I was my normal self."
At that, the lamp doesn't just pulse with light, it glows for a couple of seconds before the light fades. And then your bedroom starts to change around you. The walls are moving away from you, the baseball-themed wallpaper fading away to a pinkish color of paint. Your bed enlarges as your blue cotton sheets turn maroon, and then become red satin. A canopy appears above it, suspended from the ceiling, surrounding the bed with gossamer curtains. The existing windows and doors disappear, replaced by new ones in other locations.
Once things are finished shifting around, you're standing in the middle of a giant bedroom, although it might be a little bit more accurate to call it an apartment. There's a living room area with a sofa and several chairs facing a giant plasma TV, plus a small kitchen area with dark wood cabinets and stainless steel appliances. On the other side of the room is a large desk with two large LCD computer monitors sitting on top of it. It's almost your dream living space, except that the room seems to have a little bit of a "girly" vibe to it overall, not to mention the fact that you haven't changed a bit.
You look around for the lamp, but see neither it nor the dresser it was sitting on top of. You trod across the plush carpet to a partially-open door -- suddenly realizing that you're not having a problem walking in high heels.
The door turns out to lead to a walk-in closet that's about as big, just by itself, as your bedroom used to be. On the clothing racks, you see plenty of versions of the outfit you're currently wearing, in what seems like every possible color, as well as a selection of similarly revealing outfits in many other styles, all looking as if it came from the "Arabian" section of an adult movie studio's costume shop. There's also lingerie aplenty, although most of it has gems dangling from it, or jewels sewn into it, so it doesn't look like it would be comfortable to sleep in. What you don't see, though, is any cold-weather clothing.
There are shelves holding what must be several hundred pairs of shoes and boots in more varieties than you knew existed, and in a quick scan, you can't see any that don't have heels as high as the ones you're wearing now.
Next to the shoe shelves, you finally spot a dresser with the lamp on top -- actually, it's one of several identical dressers next to each other against the closet wall.
You decide to do a little bit more exploring before going back to the lamp. You step through the door at the other end of the closet and enter a huge bathroom, all marble and granite. There's both a Jacuzzi-style tub and a shower that looks as if a crowd could fit inside, with four separate handheld shower heads and a bench around the three sides. Curiously, there's a single pair of clear plastic high-heeled slip-on shoes on the floor next to the shower door.
You shrug and head back into the closet to make another wish on the lamp. You look at yourself in the mirror again -- maybe you can eventually make a wish to have a girlfriend who looks like this, you figure. But for now, what you say out loud is, "I wish to be male," taking care to emphasize the last word. "A young male human," you quickly add, "and still have this bedroom."