Sean almost didn't feel anything right away, leaving him feeling foolish for a few seconds. Perhaps this was an elaborate joke. Maybe the change earlier was all in his mind and the device is just some sort of cruel prank from his friends.
"Oh, tarnished world,
thou mocketh me,
and I mocketh you by
ignoring your plight
and living by night," he said.
He heard the words come from his mouth and was taken aback slightly, before realising in a flash why he had said it. The minor mental changes were underway. Already he could feel himself thinking in ravens and tarnished souls. He made a mental note of his new goth name, 'Rain Blackfeather.'
"Rain Blackfeather," he smirked.
And then the physical changes began, with his hair shooting down his face, framing it flawlessly in a red and black waterfall of dyed hair. His body urged him to grin, but he found that his expression was refusing to change from a sunken-eyed sallow faced pout. Raising his hand to his face, he saw the nails extend until they were seductively long enough to claw things, and they stained themselves black. Similar changes were happening all over his body, each feeling so extreme and peculiar that he was barely able to focus on them all at once.
He felt his legs becoming more shapely and his feet shrinking, and glancing down he noticed that his trainers had become a rather dramatic pair of tight knee-length stellettos. He also felt his hips widening and his bust increasing, which felt a mix of immensely pleasurable, and intolerable itchy. With her new waist size, the old jeans she had been wearing began to pinch her, causing a mild degree of pain, which didn't make her grin, but it certainly made her sigh. Before she had time to think about this, though, the jeans became a long black velveteen skirt, and working its way up, the transformation gave her a tight bodice, which felt like it had a corset underneath.
All the while minor transformations had gone unnoticed, her face was now whitened and softer, her lips more full and red. HEr neck was slightly longer and was adorned with a long pendant featuring some generic cult-like symbol. Her arms had become more shapely for a woman like her, and the most dramatic unnoticed changes of all were to her internal organs and gentials, all of which had taken on more appropraite shapes for her new body.
"Forsaken by truth!" she said, with her newly sensual voice.
The transformation was complete, and she collapsed dramatically onto the nearby sofa, her body worn-out from the change. She quickly fell into a dream-filled sleep, and thought not about what she would do when she woke up...