"I wish to learn the truth about genies" You state.
The words catch the Tiger's attention, despite his stupor.
"Alright," he said, "Now then, sit, as this will take awhile."
He sits cross legged on a pillow while a similar one appeared under you. You look down in surprise at where it came from. The pillow looks out of place, it's like something you'd find in an Arabian movie, not here!
"I said sit, that's rude." The tiger said as all of a sudden, you feel your body acting of its own will, you too sit cross-legged on the pillow before you find your body under your control again.
"Now then, a Genie cannot be 'wished free'. If we could 'free' ourselves, then we have done it awhile ago. We're here to complete a little education. Think of this as an 'internship'. Before we can move onto our own world or all the others, we have to complete a little internship here first." He explains
"Wait, so you're being graded?" You ask.
"OH of course, and hiding inside something like a lamp is what we're supposed to do - I'm working on Transformation right now. I lied because no one ever asks for transformation unless they wanna become a big-breasted-bimbo. And that's waaaaay too easy," He said.
"Don't you often take the form of a big-breasted bimbo sometimes? Well genies, not you."
"...only the female ones," he explains, "I'm male, obviously."
You have another question in your mind. "Do you all take random forms? I've often seen Genies looking like a human, or fat. Not really musclular, and often in that gaseous form."
"Oh, that's just the form they choose to appear to you humans," The genie said, "Or how we look in the other world. See, we're pure essence, and of course, it's VERY hard to distinguish us from one another if we're just essence."
"So for all I know, seeing a fat genie could be a muscular one?" You ask.
"Fat is easy," The tiger says as his fur melts into his hide as it becomes shiny orca-like hide. His muscular physique vanishes as folds of fat bulged out, and his body becomes larger than it was before. His tail all but vanishes. The tiger-like head protrudes out forward, taking a distinctive shape of a hippopotamus, only more....anthro. And surprisingly, his clothes stayed right there.
"You just don't like being a fat fur?"
"Only if I am appearing to the people who like fat furs," he says, "Besides, appearing like this is better - attracts females." When he said that, the transformation reversed itself.
Still thinking of the movie, you remember another thing.
"Don't your magics have limitations?" You asked.
"Yep, I can't directly kill, make people fall in love, bring back the dead, or directly hurt. I leave that up to you. History is also off-limits. If you wanna do something like warn John F. Kennedy of the assassination, then YOU gotta do that or actually stop him - I can't do that. We don't meddle your history, you don't meddle ours. Make sense?" He asks.
"Well...yeah..." You say.
"Do you have any more wish? Preferably something involving a transformation I can practice?"