The Results
You think back to your prime. You were pretty good at track, competing at school and often winning. As a career, though, it never worked out, and by now you feel old and slow. Single and unknown, you think of the wish, "I wish to run fast, be famous, and happily married."
"Done!" the genie cries, clapping his hands together with a sound like a thunderbolt. "I wish you well, master. Now, I go." Within moments, the genie has flowed back into his bottle. No matter how much you tug, you can't get the top off again.
"But what about my other two wishes?" you demand.
The genie's voice echos from inside the bottle "You already wished for three things. Three things equals three wishes."
You try to protest. "But that's not--" You are interrupted by the strangest sensation.
The change starts at your feet, as your shoes start to melt. They reform into a solid lump around your foot, looking something like a hoof. Then your hands clench, changing into hooves as well. You feel something push you in the center of your back and you stumble forward, and before you know it you are standing on all 4 of your hooves.
"What? No! This isn't what I meant! This isn't what I wanted!" you yell as you stare at your hands… your forehooves in shock and horror.
Your loud objections make no difference. The change flows up your arms and legs. More pronounced on the arms of course being that they have to change into legs. Your pants and shirt ripping and falling away. The horse tail growing out the back.
There is a surprise in store though when the change reaches your neck. It thickens and lengthens, a new human body being formed and pushing your head upright. Growing extra ribs feels very peculiar, indeed. You're relieved when new arms form, as well.
However the feeling is short lived when you look down at your chest and see the breasts growing along with the new feeling between your hind legs.
"What did you do to me" you yell into the bottle.
"I turned you into a horse so you'd run fast at the races. Famous... well, being one of the few centaurs would certainly do that! Married, now, that one I had to stretch to make it a transformation. Making you the bride was the only thing I could think of."
"But I don't want to be female!"
"Sorry, it's too late. The wish has been effected. Now I wish you well. Farewell," the lamp says as it fades away, moving to find its next victim.
Written by Catprog and Xodiac on 26 November 2013