As the doors flew open, a flash of light momentarily blinded John. As he stumbled forward, a vice echoed through his ears, taunting him with "a punishment is in order!"
He fell forward into the white void, wind rushing around him stinging and wailing, tearing the clothes from his body and stinging his skin as his gut was also shaved away, along with the grittiness of his skin, the hard lines of his face, and the bulge of his manhood. As the blinding light finally faded, he found himself plunging headlong into a fountain, gasping as he resurfaced and saw his reflection in the water.
John has been transformed into a woman, looking not a day over 18, with long curly black locks framing a face he'd find cute on anyone else, and very generous curves. She was also quiet naked. Before a word could be sputtered in confusion, the taunting voice spoke again.
"Perhaps, if you should sufficiently humble yourself, embrace that which I have always stood for, and find some way to repent for your carelessness, your form might someday be restored..."
John glanced around, looking for the source of the voice, his family, or anyone from the staff, but saw only a white marble chamber, the fountain in the center, and several archways leading out to unfamiliar scenes.