"What makes you think I want a transformation?!", you ask, outraged such a restriction exists. "I mean, come on! Of all the stupid things to restrict the wisher to, why does it have to be that one?! This is ridiculous! I hate you and your dumb transforming wishes! You're useless! Your existence has NO purpose! There is NOTHING you could do with that kind of wish, EVER! You can take your transformation wishes and shove them up your genie ass, you miserable bastard!" The genie floats there, gaping at you for a moment. Maybe you went a little too far. The genie's expression turns from depressed to a mischievous smile. "Oh, so it's a transformation you DON'T want, eh? Well, under the rules I'm bound by, if you don't choose your change then I get to pick for you." "What!?!?", you scream. "Sorry, but rules are rules", the genie says, "and I have the perfect place for you. You see, I am in control of parks for various animals, be they animals from birth or former humans. These parks can consist of fictional or real animals, and you're at my mercy." You stand helpless with a look of horror on your face. "I think I'll send you to the..."