You're not actually that hungry. You think back to the Moondollars you transformed those guys in. They had pastries, right?
A quick monorail trip later, you've arrived in the Moondollars. You look up, (You're so much shorter now!) and see the same barista you helped out this morning. Her mouth drops, but she doesn't say anything as you order another decaf and a blueberry muffin. After receiving your order, you sit down at the same seat you were just at. Inside the napkin, there's some writing. [Meet me at the Roc at 19:00]. You look at the writing on your cup, which reads [Cerise Alsiene], your new name, in the same handwriting. The Roc is a large boulder, the size of a house, in the middle of the main park. It's a popular hangout point, but a quick wish makes it be clear for your meeting. The reason it's called the 'Roc' is that a few years ago, someone graffitied [ROC] on it. No one is quite sure who or why, since it's on the border of several different street artists' territories, but every few months or so, someone new uses the Roc as a canvas.
You're examining the latest piece, which according to @Libertea-StreetArt on Instagram, is called 'A hole into Mars'. The rust red colour scheme fits. As you do, you hear someone clear her throat. You turn around and see the barista.
"Hey..." She says.
"Hiya!" You exclaim, "I'm Cerise, you?"
"I'm Ellen," she says, "Were... were you the one that took care of those people?"
"I sure did! I thought, if they wanted breast milk so bad, why not give them some?"
"H-how though? and why did no-one else notice?" she asks.
"Oh, I'm magic," You say, waving your hands around, "And I thought it'd make you feel better. Did it?"
"Yeah, it was..." she licks her lips, "It was something... What can you do with your magic?"
"Pretty much anything, why?" you say, before continuing, "If you want me to transform you, though, you should come with me. Proper transformation, without any side effects, is complicated."
You and her walk out of the park, and you make it so that no-one will notice your conversation. "But you turned those dicks into cows without so much as a flash! One second, they were laughing, and the next, Cowgirls!" Ellen says, before stopping abruptly.
"Don't worry. They'll notice we're speaking, but any specifics will be lost on them." You reassure, before continuing, "And yeah, I'm very good at it, but remember how they turned out? Only two of them were transformed properly; one wasn't bovine enough, and one was too bovine."
"So?" she says, as you enter the monorail station. "Wait, hang on," she says, "I can't afford a Mono-Pass!"
You grin at her, and summon a Biffa card, one with Ellen's details, but payed for by you. "If only your new friend was magic~"
She takes the card, and you two board the Monorail which appeared when you arrived. This late at night, not many people use it. Most of this city's nightlife and tourism is based in Lil 'Venice, and its ferries are used instead. "I live in the Cungadero penthouse," you say, "so that's our stop."
"Wait, really!?!" Ellen exclaims.
"Yeah," you say, "If you were magic, wouldn't you want to live in the lap of luxury?"
"I guess I would!" she says. She then gets a sheepish look and pulls up her phone. A few texts later, and she looks up to you. "Awkward question, but I just got evicted from my apartment. I was gonna live at a co-worker's but..."
"Oh yeah, you're cool. I have a couple rooms."
"Thank you."
"No problemo!" you smile, and you two make it up to your penthouse a few minutes later. "So, here's the kitchen, that's the living room, and the toilet's down there," You say, before heading upstairs, "There's my bedroom, and here's your bedroom." You show her her bedroom, and she makes an odd noise.
"This room's bigger than my old apartment!" she says, before turning to you, "I can't repay you enough for this... But I still have a few requests..."
"Sure, what?" you say, hopping on the bed.
"Well, there's the reason I asked to meet with you in the first place," She says, before being interrupted by a strong gust of wind. When it dies down, all her stuff is in the room. "What?" she asks, flatly.
"Well, I was sure you had things, and I couldn't be bothered to move all your stuff over here, so I just teleported it over," you say, nonchalantly. You look up at her collection of dreamcatchers, all hanging over her bed.
"... What did I do to deserve this?" She says, half crying.
"Nothing, you were just the first person I had a reason to help. So!" you say, jumping up, "What can I do for you?"
"... Promise me you won't laugh?"
"I swear! Now tell me!"
"Could you... transform me into this?" she says, handing you a notebook.