The woman turned to look at Jeannie, then felt herself.. Somehow, the old aches and pains had disappeared. One of the worst parts of her work was the pain she'd felt from her shoes and her ankles, which had always taken the strain of serving customers. Now, her feet were longer and stood on the toes, while her long legs were still very feminine, in fact more than before the change. Now *that* was a relief.
Her fur was a smooth brown, about a centimetre long, with long floppy ears, a well rounded bottom and a huge tail on top a gently turned up derriere. Her nose, well, had a bit of a muzzle, Thumper style, but still allowed a cute grin and let her speak normally.
"Can I... really be a bunny?" she asked, more quietly now.
"You can be anything you want," said Jeannie, joining her in a shapely soft pink version of the woman's form.
"I mean, I... my husband..."
Jeannie looked into her eyes, soothingly. As with her master, this world had put the woman into a box, telling what she had to be, instead of letting her be what she wanted to be.
Slowly, she took the womans hand and walked into the club.