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"Just once I'd like for everything to go...right."

Those words were spoken as the sound of another kicked fruit can could be heard. The man that kicked it cursed inwardly as he hit his toe off of the sidewalk, the pain evident on his face. Yet another example of everything that had gone wrong for him. Lou had lost his job, a clerk at a video rental store in his hometown, because everyone started to stream everything about six months ago. Being a small town it was hard to find work right now but he tried his best doing odd jobs but had found something stable at the local gas station very recently. He had just finished his shift for the day. Then, as he walked home, his girlfriend of three years, Anna, called. It wasn't an unexpected call, but being broken up with stung.

Still, he wasn't going to miss the Halloween party this year. Not like he did the previous year when he had gotten sick. Even if his costume wouldn't work well without a partner, he'd make it work. He had to, just for that little bit of joy. Or he'd no doubt go insane. Thankfully, his parents' home wasn't far from the gas station, so he could walk. He hadn't wanted to move back in, but no rent money meant no home of his own.

He opened the front door, not seeing his parents car in the front. The TV wasn't on in the living room and he couldn't find the smell of his mom's meatloaf. Their dog, a pitbull named Daisy, wasn't even barking. Lou worried that something must have happened as he walked through the single floor home. He did hear the welcoming meow from one of the cats, though he couldn't place which one.

He didn't love this household much. His mother had abused him when he was younger and his stepfather did nothing about it. But he loved those cats more than life itself. He walked to their usual feeding place in the large living room, the television left on for their background noise.

"Mom? Keith? Anyone home? Dawn? oh, course you guys are...what's up?"

The family's cats, all four of them, swarmed him--a cute black and white one, a brown one, a grey one and a mottled tabby. He petted them all, made sure they all had food and then went up to his room. It was odd that even their pit bull wasn't home. They must have had a vet appointment and just didn't tell him. Not a big deal, that's usually how things in this household went--they did something, never told him. He went down the hall, past the master bedroom, then the bathroom to his simple room. It held a TV, his bed and dresser. A few posters of anthro models. He tossed his bag on the bed, which caused some of the contents to fall onto it, and sat in his chair. He picked up his latest purchase, not really sure what to do with it.

It was a lamp. Specifically, a genie's lamp. At least that's what the clerk had told Lou. It definitely looked promising. Spouted tip, rounded handle, top of it didn't budge. It had a look of age to it, and the gold looked more like bronze. Lou figured he could give it a shine and that'd be that. Not like a genie would actually pop out or anything. After coming back from the bathroom, he grabbed the lamp by the handle and started to polish the poor thing.

"So many years of neglect and abuse..."

As he polished and rubbed the lamp itself started to vibrate, which caused him to raise an eyebrow, and hum unnoticeably to the human ears. A puff of smoke, then another before coming out as a steady stream of black smoke forming into a body slowly.

It was a slender body. Long legs, thick thighs and wide hips. She was a gorgeous anthro panther in looks. Her hair was long and black with blue tints in it with striking green eyes and a friendly smile that did its best to hide her prankster nature. Her clothes formed as she bowed. A red top, slightly see through with matching pants. Her tail swished behind her, a grin on her smile. The bracelets jangled on her wrists as she clapped her hands together.

"Greetings, Oh Master...I am Amani, the genie of the lamp. How may I serve you?"

Lou let out a gasp as the lamp clanked against the ground. He had read stories, but didn't believe them to be true. But he never thought to actually meet one. The grip on his desk turned his knuckles white, but the genie continued on rather than stop.

"There are certain rules, no wishing for money...well, no wishing to be rich. You can wish for enough money to pay the bills. No wishing for anyone to be forced to love you though, have to respect autonomy. Yes, we knew enough back then too. You can ask to find true love. It always comes from where you least expect it though! And no wish for the dead to come back to life...that's just..ew....other than that, the sky's the limit."

She had seated herself on his bed by this point, one leg crossed over the other as she waited. He rubbed a hand over his face and shook it once or twice. Lou looked her over and then poked the feline's nose. He cleared his throat before trying to look composed but just ended up looking goofy.

"Okay...hmm...so...Amani. It's a pleasure. My name is Lou. As for wishes...I really only have one..."

The genie moved to the edge of the bed, fingers in position to get ready to snap.

"I can grant anything you desire, no matter what it is. All you have to do is ask. I'll just do it in my own way."

"Okay, well..."

He looked around the room that he slept in, a bit of resentment. Oddly, at the world for moving on and getting rid of his job. His boss, a male fox, for being a skeevy asshole. At himself for letting it get to this point. That's when he spotted what he was looking for.

It was a simple poster. A gorgeous woman, an anthro lion woman no less. She was a model and Lou knew her name but couldn't remember it at the moment. She was also a singer, mostly of cover songs. In this particular poster, she was spread out but in a classy yet sexy way. She was wearing clothing but you could see every curve. The genie ran a hand paw through her short brown hair, a smirk on her face as she read her book.

"I wish..."

He paused, trying to think of his words carefully.

"I wish my life was different. I'm tired of being a loser. I'm tired of losing jobs, and girlfriends. I wish my life was more like hers but not hers exactly, that'd be creepy."

He pointed to the poster on the wall and closed his eyes, not entirely sure what to expect. The genie snapped her fingers and then sat back with a smug look on her face. After several moments, Lou opened one of his eyes and then the other and looked around. He had expected a poof transformation of some kind.

"N... nothing happened. I do...don't feel any different."

"No, master. You won't. Not yet. I wanted to have a little fun with this first. Please pull out your ID...yes, I'm not a very old genie, I know and tell me your name on it."

He nodded and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. It was old and worn, about to be eaten by age. He pulled out the card from its holder and stared at it. It was different. Sure, it had his phone number--the bare minimum cell phone plan he could afford--and his date of birth but everything else was different. A new address, new eye color, even a new picture. And it definitely wasn't human. Or male. Lou looked at the genie.

"That's not me. My name is Diana...no, that's not right. It's Diana..."

The look on his face was one of pure confusion soon mixed with anger. Amani wouldn't help but laugh, which only made the now apparently former male's face distort even further.

"I don't understand. I thought I was going to change beyond a name...?"

"You will, master. Or should I say mistress."

The door to his former room closed, leaving the mirror for him to watch the changes. He watched his body in the mirror, amazed at what he saw. His ass pushed out a bit more as his back cracked and came into a more curved shape. It hurt, but wasn't life ending. His ass became bubbled as his thighs thickened and molded into a feminine shape. His calves became more muscular as his feet became covered in dark fur that slowly crept up his body. The lighter inner fur crept up more and more as it followed the rest of the body and up to the muzzle that formed out of the former male's mouth, capped by a black nose. Their eyes even changed color, from brown to ice blue and glasses formed on their muzzle. The ears rearranged to the top of their head and two medium size hooped earrings formed in the bottom of the new lobes. The changes were almost done as minor details like nails becoming claws and her voice box changed. Hair was the last detail and it went from a buzzcut and cascaded down like a waterfall made of fire. It stopped just at the top of the new female's tail, a wild and unbrushed mane.

At the same time, a slithering appendage came dancing forth from the base of his back, covered in the coal like fur as well. As the black fur settled, golden stripes began to form. They reminded the newly minted female of Kintsugi lines. Golden lines, thick and shining against the black fur. The design wasn't anything special and just made her look lovely and exotic.

His belly firmed up as the fur reached his wider hips. Once it hit his crotch, that's when he could finally give a more feminine groan in pain. There was a tingling, twisting feeling as his body and frame pinched and pulled, reshaping itself completely. His crotch felt warm, excited even, but instead of growing like when he and Anna cuddled watching the football game, except it began to pull inward. Seconds later it had vanished entirely in a wrenching, but not entirely unpleasant way. Then his insides were moving, shaping themselves inside his body. He was unable to make a sound at the moment.

Her chest soon began to fill out. It was slow at first as though someone had turned on a faucet to fill a water balloon. Then the pressure increased and they began to fill out. The breasts filled out the shirt until it threatened to rip, ample cleavage on display even in the more masculine pro wrestling tee.

"Whoa..."

She looked no older than Lou's own early thirties but could appear younger if caught in the right light. Her look exuded a soft, but dominant sexiness even in the torn pants and top. Her voice came as feminine, but deep. the type that demanded respect and to be listened to. The last thing to change was her clothing. The top remained the same, though a black, lacey bra formed underneath it. Her boxer briefs became a pair of matching black bikini panties. Her pants, torn and tattered from the transformation process, renewed themselves and became a pair of white, stretchy pants with the word "Juicy" across the backside.

The room started to spin as the new lioness would feel herself begin to pass out. The unicorn genie had already gone back to the lamp, so was of no help. As her eyes closed, Lyta could see that her place had started to change before everything went to black.