That one awesome possible wish still floats about in the far reaches of your mind, you remember it well, it has driven you to near insanity wishing at troubled times for it to really happen.
The Genie can see your half grin, he smiles and his mind reaches into the depth of what you can think, he reading your dearest desires.
"All of this is possible, and if you wish me to attest your wish by mere thinking and remembering it, this too I can do!" So says the Genie, he seemingly as excited as are you about the prospect of it all.
Memories blend in the mind with what is as a fantasy wish to merge yourself into something not proper to either human kind or those of the realm that is as animals.
Part of what you would want is of things dealing with raw sensuality, of feeling sexual pleasure meant only to inspire beasts and never allowed to human kind.
Some of what you would wish is as well to do with living different than you do at present, if animal like, then being like your favored animal. Beastly and as much bestial in your actions, by being of animal, people viewing your actions never think too much about it, as human morals tend not to include animals in their purpose.
Suddenly, you clothing is torn to shreds, flying from off your body in every direction.
Naked and a bit embarrassed, you await what your thoughts would wish the Genie to make as reality.
"Hurry on a bit, I feel chilled standing here with not a thread to grant me comfort!" You chide the Genie, and his smile fades into a scowl.
"As you desire, my Master!" So says the Genie, his scowl to you is unnerving, a fear that if you insult him and his powers, you life and body may show permanent signs of his disdain.
Snap of the fingers by the Genie, and you are on your way to a fantasy worthy any king, queen, or quark of one loving a fantasy come true.