From your ears the tingling moves just above your ass; it's itchy but pleasurable, and you let out a little laughter. Then you turn your neck to inspect your rear: the first thing you notice is that your blue jeans has shifted is a pair of short, spandex pants very similar to the one worn by the hare genie. You try to figure why, when suddenly a tuft of white hair emerges from the trunks. You dreamily start to pet your tail with your now white fur-covered hand (barely noticing that your ring fingers and pinkies fused together): it's so soft you could caress it forever.
Suddenly, however, your face feels weird, as if an invisible man took tour nose into a clasp and is pulling. You cross your eyes just in time to see your face extend into a short muzzle, complete with whiskers, your nose now a wet and pink triangle. You feel especially proud of your new buck teeth, so strong and square: you roll your sensible tongue all over them, and shudder with pleasure.
The hare genie continues looking at you, smoking his cigar and smirking. Clearly the transformation isn’t finished yet…