You went back inside your house and looked at yourself again... beautiful, bright, powerful. And, you felt inside every fiber of your being, an overwhelming and all encompassing sense of PURPOSE, you lived, you EXISTED, for a REASON, you were NEEDED. Any thought of returning to human form was crushed, in human form, you would be less able to fulfill that purpose, that was intolerable, and... you... really liked how you looked now.
You thought of all the impracticalities, going to the movies, visiting friends' wedding, going to a video arcade, going to the grocery store, going to your job, all of it would be maddeningly impossible in his titanic size and shape, there was no way you could live your life like this!
But... all of them felt... trivial... meaningless, trite, what was all of that, compared to higher causes, to a higher authority? All the concerns of his life just felt so, PETTY.
You look at the ring, grown in size and shape to fit you without trouble. The idea of being human again makes you shudder, like being crushed into something tiny and uncomprehending. You take the ring off, and stay as you are, you feel a sense of relief that you stay as what you've become without the need of the ring.
With that drama out of the way, you realized your house was on top of several pillars, with a glass roof and floors (not the bathroom of course) to prevent your house from having long ago killed the flower gardens of your neighbors. Or you thought it was glass, there was no way glass should have ever held your weight, this material however wasn't plastic. Well, given how much bigger your house is, you guessed this was inevitable.
"Oh me, oh my! May I please enter your place of residence oh humble messenger?"
"You looked out the door, and then down, to see the shop owner, more than that, you could SENSE it was the shop owner, and you realized he 'smelled' the same as the rings. Scent wasn't quite right, but it was the closest you could come to.
"You? What are you doing here?" Your voice echoed.
"Men like me normally don't leave our shops. People with grudges who blindly ignore the warnings and instructions and then blame me for selling it to them after I explicitly warned them about the risks involved. But this? THIS!? I had to come see you at once, once I realized what happened to you."
"How," you said, your voice booming.
"Those rings are crazy, they might be cheap, but they still manage to give interesting and often amusing results for people willing to spin the well. Reality change I didn't see coming. But I should have. I told you those rings were unstable and unpredictable! Or least they won't accidentally trigger an atomic explosion even if someone wishes to say be turned into a fireworks display."
"Are you here to take the ring back?" You asked. "If you want it, it's yours, I'm done with it."
"Kid. We had a legal binding exchange between merchant and customers. You paid me the amount of currency I asked for one defective transformation ring, and I gave it to you. It's legally your property to do with as you please. What I want with it is no concern of yours."
"Did you... did you know this would happen?"
"I told you I was selling those things dirt cheap BECAUSE they're dangerous! It's a Russian Roulette! You could have just as easily been turned into a fairy-dragon, a dragon-snail, a plastic dragon robot toy, draconic maid, or a dragon love doll! You won the lottery in a matter of speaking! You'd likely never be able to get this form again if you reverted to your human form (which is the only part of the rings that works without fail I'll remind you). Thankfully the adaptive wearing of the rings still works as well, and the failsafe works that no matter what form you take, you'd have wits enough to use the revert command."
"Well. I happy to know nothing permanently bad would have happened to me but... uh, what am I?"
"You're not JUST a dragon, in a way you're barely a dragon at all, and more something in draconic form! You've been made a servant of the divine, an in-betweener of the infinite and finite, a messenger, soldier, and guide."
You dimly realized. "I'm an angel?"
"The harps, halos, togas, that was thanks to Hallmark instead of any religious text, let me tell you. Angels don't HAVE physical forms, or fallen-angels for that matter. This is the physical plane struggling to translate your form into something comprehensible, but it's still just a shadow of your true self projected onto the material universe. WHY DO YOU THINK, every angel speaking begins with 'Fear not?' As far as divine agents go, you're one of the less freaky looking ones. And not one of the biggest... there are ones out there who move planets!"
You thought of all the movies and video games of muscle bound badass slaughters demons and angels left and right... and realized how childish they now felt.
"So... uh... do you know what god I serve? I'd... maybe I could... want to... c-change back if it was... god of plagues or something..." Even as you said it, the idea of reverting to a mere mortal felt horrid and sickening.
"That. I can't really answer kiddo. I told you those rings were random. You could have ended up a dragonfly for how crazy those rings are remember? You might even be 'open market' and a deity will spot you and click on your cosmic facebook's 'unemployed, look for god to serve for eternity' page!"
"Well, I look pretty, that means something right?"
"WRONG! It doesn't mean a damn thing! At all! You think because your shadow LOOKS NICE, that who you work for is nice? Or that you're automatically nice? Grow up. It's like expecting a video game avatar that looks pretty to be played by a good person. Also, the ring sale included 'no refunds' I CAN'T take back the ring! It would be violating our agreement! I came here because I had to see this up close and personal. You're the first person whom THIS has ever happened with those crazy rings!"
"Oh. Okay."