Greg hung up his phone and threw it in frustration. This was the 15th collector he tried to peddle off the ancient artifact he found and was denied. Giving up for the day, he sat down on the couch next to the pink lamp he found and stole after sneaking into an archeological dig. Problem was, there was no market for a pink lamp. He cracked open a beer and stated, "Man, I wish I didn't have any responsibilities or need for money. To be someone's pet, or to be a child again would be nice..."
He then noticed that some beer spritzed onto the lamp. Not wanting it to be ruined, he quickly picked it up and rubbed the moisture off with his shirt. Though, just after he heard a female disembodied voice boom through the air. "Your wish is my command!"
Suddenly, his hotel room began to dissolve and reality seemed to warp into a pink bedroom. Not just any bedroom. A child's. Just before he could say, "What the fu..." he began to shrink as his clothes shifted into a poofy pink dress, and fur began to sprout from his skin. He felt as a tail pushed itself out of his backside, and his pants shift into a poofy pink diaper. Lastly, his face pushed out into a vulpine muzzle, his ears shifted to the top of his head, and his dull brown hair became bright orange and flowed down past his shoulders.
The once human man in a hotel room was now a fox furry girl. He began to panic, but just then his mind felt fuzzy. All his memories and worries were melting away, making room for new memories and childlike thoughts.
Greg had gotten his wish. Not like he could remember making it...