"Damn it," you say in your sexy female voice, and angrily slam the lamp down onto one of the dressers. "I guess I only get three wishes."
You walk back out into your giant bedroom and start pacing the floor, with every step noticing the jiggling of your large breasts, and failing to notice anything jiggling between your legs. You try to think of a way out of this, and the only thing you can come up with is convincing someone else to use one of their lamp wishes to make you a guy again.
You want to know a little more about your current situation, so you first cross the room to one of the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. The drapes are already pulled back and tied, so you move the translucent, sheer curtain aside and look out.
The view is out of the front of the house, or maybe mansion or even palace would be more accurate, considering how large it seems to be. It's up on a hill, too, which means you have a good view of the surrounding houses. The architecture is a cross between traditional suburban American houses and Arabian influences -- for example, most of them have small minarets on the top, which looks strange and out of place among the oak trees and winding streets. You look a little bit closer, and there are a few other differences visible; the street lights and fire hydrants are more ornate, for example.
The cars and trucks seem about the same, though, and speaking of which, you see one going through the gate at the front of your property and up the driveway. The car pulls into the circle in front of the house, stops, and the driver gets out. They're wearing an Arabian outfit, but you recognize them, and your first thought is of them making wishes on the lamp for you.