"Mr. Chesterton, I choose to become an adult woman without Irish heritage."
He smiled, and beckoned her to come over to him. Shannon scooted over timidly. Chesterton took his hand and put it on Shannon's forehead. His eyes turned solid black and he started chanting phrases which Shannon could not understand.
"Deus homo est mortuus. Aperi caro enim novum voluptatibus. Abnegare sancti et gaudere in nomine meo"
Shannon could barely process the words before her mind went blank. Suddenly, her own eyes went black. Chesterton removed his hand and took a few steps back. Shannon started levitating in the air. A black substance trickled through her veins down her body. Blood started to drip from her nose and fingers. As this was happening, Shannon woke up. Only partially aware of what was happening, she started panicking,
"HELP ME!" Shannon screamed.
Chesterton curled his mouth into a cartoonish grin. "Oh, I am"
Loud snapping noises started popping up all around Shannon. She quickly realized that it was every bone in her body breaking at the same time. She fell to the ground and attempted to crawl with whatever strength she had left. It was no use. She collapsed and decided to let this thing run it's course.
Shannon noticed her flesh started to rumble and shake. It was almost as if it was...reforming? She felt her skeletal structure start to form together again. Only semi-conscious at this point, Shannon's legs started to extend further than they had before, and the same process followed with her arms and torso. She could only close her eyes and wince as she felt her facial structure change.
For half a second, Shannon thought it was all over. She attempted to rise to her feet only to feel herself taking on new mass. Shannon had been a skinny, athletic girl and she prided herself on that, but she quickly realized that things were changing. She felt the flesh on her arms start to expand. Her calves started to show heft, becoming thick and meaty. Her torso started to reform, taking on a sizable amount of new weight. Her buttocks started to quickly expand outwards. She felt her A-cup breasts started to enlarge, going from a B to a C, and eventually stopping at a D. Her nose and chin became more defined, her cheekbones showing prominence as the flesh receded and tightened around her face.
Shannon thought that she was done, but for her, the most drastic changes were yet to come. She started to realize her skin was getting darker, going from pale to a shade or too below olive. Her eyes briefly rolled in the back of her head. Shannon's new skin started to take on some strange imagery. She was unaware of what they were at first, and then gradually realized she was being given tattoos. The skin changes would've been enough to overwhelm her alone, but then all of her hair fell out.. Shannon let out a desperate "no", in a voice she didn't recognize as she saw her red hair on the floor. Her scalp started to itch as new hair grew in, becoming a black, pixie cut.
The final changes were to Shannon's clothing, as her jean jacket became a black tank top, and her jeans became black spandex.
"It is complete." Chesterton said. With a snap of his fingers, a mirror appeared. "Come take a look, Ms. Byrne"
Shannon rose up and walked over to the mirror. When she took a look, she screamed. "What the fuck" Shannon blurted in an accent that was certainly not Irish. Looking at herself, Shannon realized the girl from Cork was gone. The girl who had enjoyed breakfast boxty with her mother. The girl who classmates endearingly and disparagingly referred to as Freckles (she had none now). Standing before her now was a completely different person. A beautiful, grown woman. Shannon looked over this stranger, with her voluptuous figure, her tattoos, her dark makeup, her edgy hair and clothing, and could not process that his was her. Forever.
"You turned me into a busty goth." Shannon snidely and bitterly remarked.
"I gave you what you wanted. You are Shannon Byrne, 28, and a first year Harvard Law student. Congratulations."