Insult him
"Really? You do? Because to me it looks like you just tore my humanity away, you sadistic magical jackxxx. Why don't you go xxx a lamp?" You curse at him, knowing this is probably the wrong call to make, but also too irritated to care. Who gave him the right to make you into some human-creature hybrid, anyways?
As you expected, his eyes narrow, and the genie looks at you much like how the average person would look at a cockroach. "My, my. It seems that you have quite the temper... I wonder if it's because of all of that testosterone..."
Heedless of the consequences, you continue to rail against him. "Testosterone? The heck with that! I'm mad because some power-mad halfwit just made me into some kind of freak! I demand that you change me back this instant!"
It seems that this was the wrong thing to say, as the genie's eyes darken, flickers of magical lightning coruscating across his irises. "You demand? Whelp, no mortal makes demands of me." He growls lowly, the sound like thunder across a desert plain.
Before you can so much as think of apologizing, he clicks his fingers. You shudder as that feeling of change begins to sweep across your body once more, staring at the genie in horror as he begins to speak once more. "Let's see if your tongue still holds as much bite after a few... Alterations."
"Alterations?" You stammer, caught off-guard by his words. Your pulse picks up at his words, and you look uneasily down to your chest as you begin to feel that strange sensation of change once more.
Just as you dreaded, you see your flesh beginning to ripple, your chest swelling in two places. With an audible gasp, you realize that you're growing breasts, and you reach your trembling clawed hands up to them in bewilderment.
"How?" You ask numbly, catching onto what the genie beant by altering your testosterone levels. You can't help but gulp uneasily as you feel a tingling between your legs, and you squeak loudly as you see that you're now undeniably female.
Worse, your voice seems to have changed too, judging from that squeak you just made. "Oh my God!" You explain, partly to ease your tension and partly to confirm that your voice had indeed changed. You have little success with the former, but at least you know that the latter is true now.
A shudder passes through your body as your hands fly to your beak, unable to believe that such a hard, clumsy thing is able to produce such a sultry sound. You feel your cheeks flushing beneath your feathers, and you instinctively wrap your wings around your feminine figure, shielding it from the genie's eyes.
You blush harder at the thought of how delicate you're acting, and you hug your wings a little tighter to your body, your talons flexing with unease. Your feathers ruffle as this latest change sweeps across even them, lightening their feathers from that deep brown to a much lighter hue.
Additionally, your every feather seems to be growing a good deal fluffier, making your sleek and predatory appearance look much softer; almost cuddly. So, is this what it means to be a female gryphon?
"And there we go... Tell me, did that have any effect on your mood?" The genie's words interrupt your thoughts, and you look to him with an unreadable expression on your face.
Well, since he asked you so kindly, it would be rude of you not to answer...
Written by SketchySeraph on 26 January 2016