"It would be my honor to make you a proper leprechaun son", your father says with pride in his voice.
You open your duffle bag and pull out a proper leprechaun set of clothes, hat, and shoes, that you got in the states from the Leprechaun your mother contacted, and changed into it. When your finished changing you throw your human clothes and duffle bag in the backpack and then sat it down on the ground.
"You did come prepared and might I say you look so much better now then when you were wearing your stupid human clothes son. Now lie on the ground so I can begin the spell. I'm sure you want to change you accent to that of a proper leprechaun's accent and vocabulary", your father says and then uses his magic to set the backpack on fire to destroy your last attachments to your human life.
You lie on the grassy ground smiling. "If course dad I want a proper leprechaun voice and vocabulary. You can begin the spell I'm ready now", you say anxious to get rid of your human self and finally begin your leprechaun life.
Your father has tears in his emerald eyes and begins the spell in Gaelic. You immediately to since you and you clothes are shrinking since the forest is looking bigger. Your ears expand and grow to that of an elf's. Your eyes change to the shamrock green eye color of a leprechaun's. Your hair and body hair changes to a bright red color and you rapidly grow a thick, full and long beard. Freckles appeared on your face. Your body gets lighter in color and gets muscular. Your human mind set changes to that of a leprechaun's. Your American accent and vocabulary is changed to that of a proper leprechaun lad's. When the spell is over, you are 6 inch's tall and you feel fantastic.
You get up and give your father a hug and he summons a mirror for you to see your new leprechaun body. You see that you look almost like your father but you are 3/4s of an inch smaller then him.
"Now all that remains is a proper leprechaun name for you we are part of the McShane leprechaun clan but we leprechaun's all have Gaelic names that we choose when we come of age. My name is Donnchadh Ó Branagáin", your father says giving you a portion of the gold you stole to start your own pot of gold.
You think for a few mins until you come up with the perfect name. "My name is Colm Ó Ceanndubháin", you say in a thick Irish/Gaelic accent.
"Well Colm time to go home to introduce you to my wife and your 10 siblings. Tomorrow I will start teaching you magic and how to make gold for you pot of gold", your father says putting out the fire after making sure that nothing of your former humanity survives.
"Ok pa", you said and you father leads the way to your new home and begin your life as a leprechaun.