Monica thought about it. It was tough indeed. Could she really accept being a boy, or a man, for the sheer sake of Damon? It was a tall order, after all. She'd have to forsaken her entire life. Her very personality. All that for Damon. Sure, being a man could certainly have advantages in of itself, like forgetting about menstruation, clothes, shaving, dieting, makeup and lingerie or bras. But she'd have to abandon a lot of nice things about being a girl, like excessive shopping, chick flicks, spas galore and all the other fun things she could do and that came with being girly and possessing a uterus and a vagina. Besides, did she love enough Damon to sacrifice all of this? Would he do the same for HER? Well, first of all, she wouldn't have been as stupid as to agree to what Madame Illusia had asked of Damon! So...
"No. He accepted this, but I cannot follow him and be all right in sharing his fate," she said to Madame Illusia in all honesty.
And Madame Illusia could appreciate such honesty.
"I told you. I can change you into a boy to bring back balance."
"No thanks," Monica scowled.
"Well, for the sake of you being honest, let me grant you a transformation. Anything you wish," Madame Illusia smiled. "Think fast, girl, because I won't wait forever."
The opportunity was too good to pass.
"I wish to be extremely beautiful and rich. Possessing eternal beauty and youth. To be admired by all."
Madame Illusia smiled. As she thought. The girl was honest but offered new possibilities upon a platter, she chose at once and in a rush of words what she thought was best. What she assumed was best. But those kinds of wishes of transformation were all the easier to twist. Which she mischievously did as she brought on Monica's transformation.