-Aha! I guess if you don't feel like a lamp - then we make one from you.
Darzala jumped off Mary and snapped her fingers
-Enjoy the ride, sweetie.
Mary was overwhelmed by the rush of the events before her eyes - some strange, alluring woman was talking about vessels, magic, and changes...Mary realized that the vials were not a regular joke but being this odd...
Mary was consumed by her thoughts so she did not notice how the skin on her belly started to stiffen. Golden patches start to appear all over her body, slowly covering her skin and making it glitter. Marry finally woke up when she noticed like tips of her fingers were covering in cold and growing numb. Then she really freaked out:
-What?! What are you doing to me?! Stop this right now!
Marry jumped from the couch and felt that she become much heavier. Not in a matter of weight but...like all of her body parts suddenly were loaded with a bunch of stones.
-Oh, my dear, how are you going to be a lamp, if you won't be made of gold? It's ridiculous, don't you think. Come on, just relax and try to enjoy it.
-Are you crazy?! How am I supposed to enjoy this! - Mary yelled at the genie and pointed at her body.
Her skin was turning cold and gold, Mary tried to touch her hardened waist but did not feel nothin, only hear a soft knock off the hard surfaces touch. The gold cover crawled toward both her neck and her groin. Mary felt like her labia were turning cold, like her arousal toward Darzala vanishing away, replacing it with stiff, static, and perfect carving in her hardening body. Marry sobbed:
-Please...Make it stop.
Drazala gently wiped off her tears.
-Don't cry, Mary. Or golden tears will leave marks on your face and we don't want it, do we?
Mary's body was all covered gold. Mary still felt her skin and herself but like she was covered in a heavy shell. Gold crawled up to her face, Mary held up her breath, like she was getting ready to dive deep...Gold crawled to her throat, giving Mary the feeling of the cold waterfall pouring into her. She tightly closed her eyes, feeling like a golden shell covering her face, making it permanent, so as her hair become a perfect, still addition to her frame...Mary finally opened her eyes. She was seeing everything like before and yet her eyes were moving with noticeable squeaks. Mary tried to move her hands but she moved like she was drowned in a tank filled with jelly. She tried to speak but her voice sounded low and slow:
-What.Have.You.Done?
She could not even express her shock and panic.
Drazala, on the contrary, was shining with happiness:
-Oh, look at you, what a good lamp you are now. Come on, we have so much fun before us.
Drazala slowly turned herself in a pink mist and flew into Mary's golden shell. Merry felt something new except cold stiffness of her body - like a ball of warmth settled within her. She could still move, speak, and think but without Drazala's magic it would be much harder than she used to. What's next?