You open your mouth, your jaw feels funny, and it keeps opening until your chin is touching the dirt and you're looking up and behind you to ledge where the leprechaun is sitting.
"I decided to personalize this transformation for you. So while we were walking passed the other exhibits, I googled your myspace page," he turns the screen on his green iPhone for you to see your webpage displayed. The little man adds proudly, "It's the iPhone G12, only me and Steve Jobs have this little baby," he adds with a whisper, "Only my battery never needs recharging." He winks.
You moan as you hear a popping sound and feel your vertebrae increase, and begin to push outward from the base of your spine. Scaly ridges begin to form on you back and shoulders. Your shoulders narrow and your arms and legs seem to be contracting.
"Go Gators!" the leprechaun says with a laugh.
"Gators? You're turning me into an alligator? The Gators are a college team in Florida!"
"Are they now? I reckon I heard somewhere that the alligator population was dwindling, and since there's a whole college full of gators, I could easily fix that population problem. Ah, but first things first. I've got a zoo to fill. I think we'll have gator wrestling shows daily at 2 and 4, if that's alright with you. You listed interests on your myspace as including "Gator Wrestling," didn't you?"
"It's the Florida wrestling team!" you roar in exasperation. "I don't like real alligators! I sure don't want to be one!"
"Tch, tch, now, laddie, I never said you had a choice did I?" he stands and turns, "Now I best be getting back to the party, oh while I walk I'll text an ad for an alligator handler/wrestler to Monster.com, hee hee. Bet you didn't know a magical creature could be this tech savvy did you?"
You just roar because it's the only sound you can make since your tongue changed and your face elongated into an alligator snout.