You look at a plush cartoon kangaroo that sits on a table and then at your feet. An idea comes to your mind. You can always reverse this if things go wrong, so why not?
"This probably is going to sound silly," you say.
"I have heard people wish for things strange, comical, gross and outright horrific in my time," Genie says. "You'll find that few wishes will shock me."
You nod. "All right then, I wish to have bigger feet like that character. No, I don't want to be a plush myself. I just want to have nice big feet like his."
The genie looks at the plush and then back at you.
"As you wish," Genie says.
Genie motions her arms and blue light streams from her hands toward you. It circles around you, levitating you in the air. You look at your socks half expecting your feet to burst through them as the light circles around your feet.
Something pulls at and removes both of your socks.
The feet you see while yours are not human. Orange fur has covered the top of both and you have three toes all about the same size rather then five of differing sizes.
Both of your feet are also getting bigger.
Then things go from strange to outright bizarre.
A tingle that starts with your legs spreads up your torso. An unseen force pulls your jeans and underwear off. Concerns over nudity are only a small part of what you're feeling.
"Genie, what's going on?" you ask.
"I'm granting your wish master," Genie says.
The tingling intensifies as you can only look down and watch with a combination of horror and fascination as your torso, hips and legs reshape. Your torso takes on a pear like shape while your legs and hips take on a shape much more suited to hopping.
"Genie, this isn't what I meant," you say.
Your cries fall on deaf ears as orange fur covers your legs and torso. Feet that were once a size nine at most are now at least three times that size. Their size is comical yet at the same time excites you a little.
Things aren't stopping there.
A large tail grows from the rear of your torso. It's thick, long and covered in orange fur. You can feel it, it's yours.
You have a tail and fur and you're losing your clothes. You're turning into an animal.
The wave of change spreads upward. The blue energy circling your body seems to grow in intensity.
Orange fur grows down your arms and onto the top of your hands as your chest and back itches. You raise your arms through an instinct or perhaps instruction the magic gives you. Your shirt flies off your body, revealing an orange furred chest.
Then magic moves to your head and face, covering it like a ski mask. Your mouth and nose stretch out as orange fur covers your face and your ears move to the top of your head.
The magic lowers you to the ground, leaves your body and flies back to the Genie, leaving you standing there as a cartoon like kangaroo. A naked cartoon like kangaroo.
You move your hands to cover yourself.
"What did you do to me?" you ask.
You're happy that you can still speak.
"You wanted big feet like that kangaroo plush but didn't want to become a plush," Genie says.
"I'm naked! Please, don't look!" you say.
You think about it for a few seconds. Even if Genie is seeing you as a naked kangaroo, she isn't seeing you as a naked human. In a sense, despite the quick glance she might have seen, you still have that little bit of privacy.
"Kangaroos do not wear clothes Master. I do not understand how being unclothed as a kangaroo is unusual," Genie says. "You will still retain your privacy in that no one will see your human form in a state of undress."
They will of course see your kangaroo self. Even if the parts that still exist look different, people will still see them. Perhaps, you wonder, in this form you can relax a little about such concerns.
"All right, I see your point," you say.
You walk over to a mirror, happy that at least you can move your legs without hopping. Your reflection is that of a real life cartoon kangaroo, if such a creature were to exist.
Genie follows you.
"But why make me a kangaroo?" you ask.
"You desired the large feet," Genie says.
You look at your feet. They are indeed large like you wanted. But to become a kangaroo? Even one that stands upright and can walk as well as hop?
"Do you wish me to reverse this master?" Genie asks.
You raise one of your feet toward the mirror. A part of you wants to test this new (or at least altered) body of yours. Indeed, if Genie can reverse this or change it with a wish, there seems little harm in seeing what it's like to be a kangaroo.
And as for people seeing you naked (even if they still won't be seeing your human self naked), it's not as if they'll know it's you. You'll know of course. You wonder if there's a solution to that problem.
"Actually, no, I'd like to try out this body," you say.
"What would you like to do next Master?" Genie asks.
"First of all, please stop calling me master," You say. "It's too formal and I don't feel right thinking of you that way."
"Very well," Genie says. "So, what do you want to do next?"
You ponder her question. Just what does a humanoid like kangaroo do in a world where such creatures shouldn't exist?
"I know this is being silly but could you give me some pants that fit this body? I know I'm being silly but even if people don't know it's me, I'll know and might not be able to face them after," you say.
"As you wish. Believe me, despite my feelings that you shouldn't be ashamed of this handsome form you now posses, I understand," Genie says.
A flick of her hands, a wave of light and energy and a pair of explorer like shorts tailored to your large legs, hips and tail appears on you. A black tee shirt also appears on your chest.
Smiling, you thank Genie.
"So, my kangaroo friend, what would you like to do?" Genie asks.