You are becoming more panicked by the minute. What if someone sees you like this? At first you consider dropping your pants and trying to shove your tail inside, but then you realize there is nothing you can do about the hole. Considering your tail is firmly tucked between your legs and quivering in fear, you decide all you need to do is cover it somehow. Despite the chill, you remove your jacket and tie it around your waist. Although it won't hide your tail if it involuntarily starts wagging, with the way you are feeling now, you highly doubt that is going to happen.
Cautiously you return to the entrance of the park, and stick your head outside the gate to see if anyone is in the vicinity. Luckily there appears to be no one, and gingerly and uncomfortably you scurry homeward. While you do pass other people on the way, luckily none of them notice anything strange, and you are well aware your tail is still planted betwen your legs. After what seems like an eternity, you finally reach your house, hurriedly open the door, scamper inside, and lock the door behind you. Before doing anything else, you quickly go around the room lowering blinds and closing drapes, ensuring no one can peep inside. When you are satisfied in your solitude, you finally toss the lamp on the couch and untie your jacket. You are, for the first time, incredibly grateful that you live alone. As you relax, so does your tail, and now it hangs drooping from your backside, not comfortable enough to wag, but not quivering in terror either.
You sit down carefully on the couch, noting that you cannot sit back relaxedly anymore, and bring your new appendage around in front of you to examine it. Now that the initial shock has worn off, you realize you don't particularly dislike your tail. In fact, you wouldn't mind keeping your lab-looking tail if it wasn't likely to land you in a lab somewhere. Your fondness for the tail is transmitted directly to it, and it slips out of your hand to wag a bit. Standing up to go prepare some dinner, you almost decide this might not be a bad thing, when you remember that today is Sunday. What are you going to do about work tomorrow? In response, your tail returns to its earlier position buried deep between your legs. You'll just have to call in sick, you suppose, and find some way to undo this wish tomorrow.
In the morning, you call your boss. When he asks what the problem is, you are so nervous you nearly can't think straight: "I'm having a little bit of tai...::cough::...trouble with my back." Your boss doesn't sound happy, but it's not like there's anything he can do about it. You sigh in relief that it is over, then set about considering what to do about your situation. You pick up the lamp to try to get the genie to remove your tail, but before you rub, you take a minute to consider what she said to you. With only three wishes, it's true that you would be wasting a second wish on a wish you made without thinking. Setting the lamp down, you decide that this time, you are going to ensure that the wish you make will satisfy your desires completely without having any drawbacks. Getting out a pencil and paper, you begin crafting a wish that even this genie can't sneer at.
As the sun begins to set, you are finally satisfied with your wish, and your pride is evinced by the eager wagging of your tail. You're almost grateful you made such a foolish wish, because it allowed you to come up with an absolutely fantastic wish. You finally pick up the lamp and give it a gentle rub.
"Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would," the genie comments, appearing in a poof of smoke. "Ah, I see, hid out all day, huh? So, did you actually bother using that brain of yours, or are you going to make another pointless wish?"
Smiling, you ignore her gibes, confident that your next wish will be a doozy.
"Actually," you begin, "I don't think this wish was pointless. It gave me the idea for a great wish. You see, why would I waste a wish to just get rid of the tail? Why not make it so that I can do that sort of thing myself?"
"Hold up," the genie interrupts. "I don't think you want to turn into a genie, trust me, it's not all that it's cut out to be."
"Don't worry," you respond. "That's not my wish. My wish is much better and much more thorough." You smile and reach over to pick up the paper from the table, your tail wagging gleefully.
"Genie, I wish that I had the power to transform my body or any part of my body into anything or any substance I desired, that I would be able to have absolute control over said transformations, that if anyone ever discovered that I had this ability, I would have the power to make them forget I had it at any time, and that as part of that ability, I could control my age as well."
As you tick off the qualifications to your wish, the genie's eyebrows raise in interest.
"Well, that seems quite interesting," she ponders. "Technically it seems like four separate wishes, but since you tied them all in as one ability, I guess I could grant that as one wish."
The genie points at you and you hear a strange "poof." "Enjoy!" the genie says while slipping back into the lamp, as you run to the full-length mirror in your bedroom, your tail streaming behind you. When you reach the mirror, you notice nothing has changed. Satisfied that you look completely the same, tail included, you decide to begin testing your power. Carefully, you close your eyes and envision your tail drawing back into your body, leaving no evidence of its existence. You feel a shifting, and opening your eyes, you turn and look over your shoulder to find that your tail has completely disappeared. To confirm this, you drop your pants and underwear, and sure enough, there is nothing but smooth skin at the base of your spine.
You grin excitedly, then decide to make sure that it wasn't a fluke. Picturing your tail growing again, you see a bit of fur poke out at the bottom of your spine, then feel the familiar shifting sensation as your tail sprouts forth. Wagging it happily, you decide to reform your tail, making it longer and furrier; something almost like a large fox tail, but more prehensile. You wrap it around yourself and bury your face in the soft fur, too happy for words. You can go to work tomorrow as a normal human, but for tonight, you can enjoy your new ability to its fullest.
Staring at your reflection, you quickly remove your clothes, eliminitating your tail in the process, and ponder what sort of changes to try. After a bit of thought, you decide to...