"Oh, come on, Kate," John said before turning to the dog-woman. "Dillinger -- Deborah, you remember I rescued you from the pound, right? You wouldn't do anything bad, would you?"
Deborah just grinned, her pointed teeth showing all the way around her muzzle. She leaned down and picked up the genie's lamp herself, remarking, "Ah, it's so nice to have opposable thumbs." She turned toward the genie and said, "For my second wish, I wish that right after you grant my third wish, you will be free."
The genie's eyes widened. "Oh, thank you, mistress, thank you!"
"And for my third wish," said Deborah, now looking at Kate and John, "you told me your powers could be reality-altering, to make any changes seem as if the world has always been that way."
"Yes, that's correct," replied the genie. "It's a little different for you because we agreed on this unique form -- if I'd kept you a regular dog, even these two would think you were always female."
"Then I wish I had your reality-altering powers, but without the servitude," said Deborah.
The genie thought for a moment and then replied, "Sure, I don't need them anymore. Granted." With that, both he and the lamp became colored smoke that quickly dissipated.
Deborah folded her arms across her top pair of breasts. Kate and John looked at her, wide-eyed.
With Deborah's next sentence, she began changing the world.