A genie wish to 'have what it takes to become a famous singer' goes wrong in sexy and predictable ways. (Detailed MTF fox girl TF!)


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"I wish I had what it takes to become a rich and famous singer!" Greg cried out to the genie after his other two friends made their wishes. His first friend wished for riches while the others wished for perfect health and a physique to match. Considering they found the lamp in a storage unit they chipped in together to bid on, they thought it would only be fair to split the wishes three ways after finding such an artifact.

"Very well! All three of your wishes will come true within the next twenty-four hours. With that, I bid you adieu and will enjoy my freedom," the genie laughed as he separated from the lamp and floated away.

The three friends stood in silence and looked at each other, thinking the same thing. 'Did we just get ripped off?'

Later that night, Greg stood in his room with his eyes closed. 

"AaaaAAAAaaaaAAAaaahhhh..." He went through the vocal register, trying to hear any changes. Despite vocal lessons in the past, he had always been quite tone deaf.

"AhhhhAHHHH-AHHHH!" He continued his exercises, not noticing the warm tingle spreading through his body, his voice increasing in pitch ever so slightly.

Eyes still closed tight, he continued while his chest softened and gradually inflated, his hips quivering and pushing outward while he started to shrink in height. So engrossed was he with his vocal training, he barely noticed as his facial features softened and receded, his muscles melting away in lieu of soft, feminine arms and legs.

'I feel weird...' He winced and shrugged, finding the weight on his chest a little odd. Regardless, he pressed onward. "AhhhAHHH!" Suddenly, his voice started to take on a velvety, melodic quality. There was no questioning how much better he sounded with each passing second. With this revelation, his heart pounded in his chest; the genie wasn't fucking with them after all, huh? Despite his giddiness, the tone of his voice was somewhat concerning. Was he becoming a falsetto? That wasn't exactly the kind of beautiful voice he had hoped for.

"Ahhh..." He started again while opening his eyes and glancing downward. Adrenaline surged through him as he saw the outline of perky breasts tenting his soft, cotton shirt. "W-- What!?" He squealed, ripping his top off as he held his arms up. His hands had become dainty and girlish and the shape below his breasts was distinctly feminine, with wide hips and a slim waist.

It was then that his tailbone and head started to throb, quickly followed by his crotch, which tingled, quivered, and was overcome with the sensation of sucking inward.

"W-- Wait!" He girlishly squeaked while staggering toward the mirror. All the while, his boxers slipped off his much tinier frame. Upon reaching the mirror, he caught a glimpse of his manhood disappearing into the folds of his nearly-formed vulva. "N-- No, come back!"  She cried in protest, grasping at her privates. It was too late-- her cock receded until it was a mere nub nestled within her warm, labial folds. A small moan flowed from her lips as a vulpine tail sprouted at the same time her new pussy and urethra took shape, a set of pointed, lightly furred ears poking out atop her head.

As the changes finished, Greg was left staring at a gorgeous, perfectly shaped fox girl with short, fluffy silvery-white hair and crimson eyes. "O-- oh..." She touched her throat and blinked. "A soprano, not falsetto..." Her cheeks flushed as she considered how silky and perfect her new voice was. With a body and voice like this, there was no doubt she could become popular.

Curiosity outweighed shock as she brushed her fingers against the top of her new sex, shivering as a warm, wet tingle permeated her loins.  'Self-exploration first-- finding a producer later,' she told herself as a sly grin spread across her face. As she turned and sauntered toward her bed, she started thinking of a new, more feminine name.