"I wish for you to be my birth mother and that I am your genie son!" you exclaim.
"Are you sure you wish for this master?" she asks to which you nod "Very well... son."
With this you feel as if you shrink more. You realize you are reverting into a baby form when you look into the mirror. You try to protest but all that comes out is the wail of a crying newborn.
"Son, are you not satisfied with your wish? I do hope you understand that we age far slower than humans if that is your concern. You'll be stuck in this form for at least a century and your magic will not become available until you reach maturity." Okay your still five years old, unfortunately as your new race that happens to be the equivalent to being born five seconds ago. "Since you cannot talk and ultimately cannot make wishes, I suppose I'll have to choose what is best for you."