Logan's already lean figure was losing any muscle definition it had even pretended to have. The stubble he had been working on for a week fell out. His hair grew down to his shoulders. His hips grew out as his rear bubbled up. His features became sharper. His hands grew thin and dainty, with long fingernails. His chest ballooned out into two large breasts. He felt his manhood pull into him.
"I'm a girl?" he asked in shock, and in a new falsetto.
"You're adorable you mean!" Morgana said, squishing his cheeks and summoning a tube of lipstick.
"Wait, why?" Logan asked.
"Because," Morgana began as she willed the lipstick tube and several other makeup products that were popping into existence to start dolling up Logan's features, "this would usually be a big setback. Like, stat debuff setback. And if I was actually trying to inhibit you with it, you wouldn't be sexy, you'd be a bimbo pornstar. But that's beside the point. I've basically hardwired your brain to not suffer any combat loss from this. You're just as good as before, but you're a pretty girl."
"Wait, what about pornstars? Do you, like, get off on this?" Logan asked, backing away from the crazy woman.
"Yes, actually," Morgana said, as if it was a minor fun fact and not admitting to magical fetishes.
"Oh God, I'm in so much shit," Logan said.
"Oh, relax. There's tons of ways to change back. Not the least of them is getting a wish for anything you want if you win. So chin up and go get 'em. I'll be keeping an eye on you, so don't screw up," Morgana said, summoning a doorway in front of Logan.
"Oh fuck my life," Logan said, opening the door.
"That's the spirit!" Morgana called after him.