As soon as you step foot in the door the man behind the counter says, "Welcome back, you've returned much sooner than I anticipated." He disinterestedly gazed up from the newspaper he was reading and gave you an appraising review, "You're a little taller, your eyecolor has shifted, and you're maximum erection is diminished. You are still perfectly suited to function as a human. There is a strict limit of one item per soul, why have you returned?" The man went back to his paper not waiting for a reply.
"I... we... the ring... we... I", you stammered suddenly terrified that somehow your small penis was blatantly obvious and you just didn't know. Furthermore, you were confused as you realized this person was not the gentleman who assisted you earlier, how did he assess your changes so accurately?
The man in the suit, stared daggers at you, seemingly out of nowhere. You froze midstride unsure of what you did to provoke such rage. The man seemed suddenly filled with disgust, he lost his temper and seemed to be yelling at someone who wasn't there, or maybe the shop directly? "Why must we cater to these sniveling humans and why must I ask him ridiculous questions when I know his pathetic answers?" as the man stalked around angrily he was growing taller, bulkier and appearing lizardlike as scales began to appear from his flesh. A claw like hand grabbed an orb of the shelf, his voice deepened, and his face elongated, "If he speaks the incantation while holding this, he will devolve into a primordial ooze and nobody will remember he exists, why is this not a perfect solution to his problem?" A tail erupted from his backside making him fully a lizardman of some kind and wings began to grow from his back, "Or this, " he pulled a child's toy off the shelf labeled MacDonald's Happy Acres Farm, "One tug and all his human problems are gone." The creature threw both items without care and you flinched as you heard the orb shatter.
You felt a building energy which you assumed was your fight or flight response getting ready to kick in any second now. The creature knocked over an entire shelf of items and you felt the energy in the room go up three octaves. You worried about what those magical items could do now that they lay shattered and broken. Horrified you watched as the creature looked skyward with a disdainful stolen glance your way. Without warning the shop erupted as though a mighty earthquake was happening but the floor was the only thing that was still. Potions, amulets, trinkets, crystal balls, and magical items flung themselves at the creature and about the room in general.
The creature that was the shopkeeper cried out, "No, I'm sorry, forgive me!!!" as it exploded with light from within as though he was a lamp someone turned on. He screamed in absolute anguish. You screamed as reality seemed to fold in on itself.
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"ahhh" You mumbled to yourself weakly as if screaming in a dream. You inhaled sharply, as though you hadn't taken a breath for a moment or several... confused you looked around. You were in the magic shop and at the counter. The same shop-keep you saw burning from within seconds ago... as a dragon creature mind you... was giving you his full attention and looking entirely human.
You meet his gaze as you take two alarmed steps back, "I think I've changed my mind, I don't want anything. thank you very much" you whisper, warily.
"Ahh," the shop keep says with a superiority that he is attempting to masquerade as disinterest. "Too bad, it isn't often the store itself sticks up for.... a... human." he nearly choked. He quickly composed himself "Its too bad, too" the Shop keeper flashed a menacing smile, "seeing that I now have authority to give you exclusive access to the back room."
You could feel that the shop keeper hated you, but the store wanted you to have something... and you couldn't go back to Walker empty handed... he would surely steal your youth come midnight if you didn't find a solution now.
"But the rule about one item per soul..." You said weakly.
"Has been overruled." the Shop keep interjected forcefully, while staring you down. "I can now offer you the most powerful, sinister, domineering powers that this shop has to offer, and for payment, I get to watch as you fail. I get to watch as your efforts back fire and !"
Again the atmosphere began to tingle and several items from various shelves began to shake. The shop keep looked suddenly terrified, he looked to you and apologized, "Sorry, sorry, I forget myself sometimes. what I meant is that the item you choose is on the house. Umm, a gift from the store."
"The back room is where we keep the high level enchanted items. Stronger enchantments, more options per item. for example there is a ring that would be able to work as your swap ring, without the random additional swap, or simply to copy a trait to or from you. so much less drama. its yours if you want it. Pick an item and all the magic it contains is yours!"