The genie emerges from the bottle. He is at least six feet tall, and has an average-sized body. He has long, black hair that comes a little below his shoulders, and is wearing surprisingly casual clothes for what you'd expect on a genie. The genie opens his eyes and says, "Aw, MAN! Can't a genie get any rest these days? EVERYBODY knows to jump on the genie bottle nowadays, but I remember when..." You try not to be rude, but the excitement of wishes is too much to hold back, and you say, "Um, excuse me? Genie? Don't I get some wishes now?" The genie says, "Of course you do." This excites you, because you already know what you're wishing for. "I wish for!...", you start, but you don't get to finish. The genie must have sealed your mouth shut. "I wasn't done yet.", the genie says, "there IS a restriction." You slap your forehead. You should have known, there's always some kind of catch. The genie continues, "You see, I can only grant wishes involving transformations of living things. As you can tell, that's not my only power, but I am bound to grant only those wishes." He then makes a hand gesture and your mouth becomes unsealed. "Wish away.", he says. You respond by saying...