As you examine your new form a cool breeze reminds that your naked being was bare for the whole world to witness. This simply wouldn’t do, you are lucky as is that no one has driven by for a pervert to stare at the gem that is your body that privilege belongs only to you and your closet confidantes. Your first thought for clothing was your outfit when you began your transformation but then you think why should you dress like a peasant when you held the body of an empress, no only the finest wares would do. You swiftly raised your hand calling upon the power in yourself as a gout of blazing flame erupted around you. As the fire ravished your skin leaving no burn or even a mark they start to take solid shape turning into smooth shining silk and dazzling precious gold. Once the fire subsides you find yourself wearing a beautiful red silk dress starting mid-breast to leave plenty of cleavage exposed hugging ever curve of your voluptuous body ending just above your taloned feet with the entire back exposed to leave your wings unhindered, upon your shoulders laid a golden mantle sculpted to be two reptilian skulls one on each shoulder their spines entangling behind your neck into a intricate spiral pattern, gold chains leading from the teeth of the skulls to a pair of decorative bracers that looked to be made of golden bones, your hands also contain several rings each holding a variety of rare gems, around your neck lays a gorgeous necklace holding a violet glowing crystal, your new hair braided into three thick ponytails held together by gold covered vertebrae and finally a serrated gold band was placed just below your horns to help make it a true crown. As you observe the rings on your hand you see the very ring that started everything and a thought came to you that deeply disturbed you. You were human, you were a man, you need to turn back, the ring can make everything normal again, just say the words. You are moved by it, this isn’t you and just as you were about to turn back you see the car of your previous self. A great anger builds up in you as your previous life was a miserable, holding an awful office job that drained him both physically and spiritually, no causal life whatsoever only eating junk food and laying on his coach as if an Olympic sport and no romantic prospects anywhere to see monks got more attention than him. Why should you give up everything you just gained for that pathetic worm who did nothing with his life while you still have your entire future ahead of you. At that the moment you take off the ring and joking thought why should you keep this ring it done it’s job, it doesn’t match your aesthetic and it only costed you a dollar. Then the detracting thought returned asking do you truly want to remain a monstrous girl freak. You reply with monstrous your fucking gorgeous anyone could see that, girl you are a full grown woman and also more man than he ever was and freak he was the freak for wanting to go back. As the last bit of your old self vanishes you set the ring ablaze until all is but a pieces of molten scrap on the road. You are now Ekyss and your previous name shall never be spoken ever again. As you rejoice in the thought of your new future a realization came to mind the shopkeeper he was the source of the magic that made you and can hold the power to unmake you that can not be allowed to happen. You quickly turn to the car of your last self and seeing as you will be needing a new form of transportation, yes you could fly with your wings but if you were going to travel you will do so in style. You place your hands on the roof the car and start pouring loads of magic into it causing the very chassis of the vehicle to melt before your eyes until the molten metal started reforming into a more beastly shape. Great wings sprouted from the sides, a spiked tail unfurled, raptor sharp talons popped underneath it and a dragon like head formed on a snake like neck. Once the task was complete a large metal skinned Wyvern stood where once there was a car. You quickly saddled the great beast and directed it to the shopkeeper you didn’t care if anyone saw you as the Wyvern took to the sky, let them gawk at you, let them screaming in fear of you, let them praise you it was more than he ever got.