A small, square bottle catches your eye: it’s full of what seems to be liquid glitter, and its cork is shaped in the form of a four-leaf clover. The label just says “Luck of the Irish” in bright green letters.
“I was feeling the need for some luck”, you say to yourself, while buying the potion. You head home, eager to try out the potion. You drink it all up in one sip, its taste sweet and sugary. The liquid pleasurably fizzles on your tongue, making you giggle.
You look at yourself: you don’t seem to have changed at all… Which is understandable, ‘cause you can’t actually see how lucky someone is. “I should probably try and play some online poker or something like that…”, you think, stepping towards the computer.
“Huh?”, you say in minor discomfort a couple of steps later. You feet are tingling, and feel… warmer, somehow. And now your shoes are… glowing?!
“THE HELL?!”, you scream, while the sneakers morph into green knee-high leather boots, with four clover-shaped silver buckles on their sides. You can literally see a white wave coming from your new footwear, tingeing your skin of a paler shade and at the same time strengthening your legs and calves. They look like those of a professional swimmer now, and are completely hairless.
“What the fuck is happening to me?”, you say in impotent disbelief, while your blue jeans change into leather green shorts with an equally green leather belt, sporting a huge silver buckle shaped like a rainbow emerging from a cloud and shining onto a pot filled of gold coins.
“Oh, God…”, you mutter. You recognized that image and what it means. “I’m turning into a leprechaun!”. Your erection begins to stir in your sexy leather shorts, your penis clearly bigger than it was just a couple of minutes ago.
“Oh… fuck…”, you mutter, stroking it. You’re going commando now, your underwear seemingly dissipated when your jeans transformed. “I want to see it happening!”.
You quickly discard your t-shirt and dart to the nearest mirror: your body is burning all the fat he had, and your abs are becoming a pale, attractive, cut six pack, while your pecs balloon. A glittery light engulfs your upper body, leaving you with a skin-tight, obviously green wife beater; some of the sparks tingle along your arms, tracing complex tribal patterns on your left one and a beautifully carved clover on the right one. They then go extinguish themselves on your hands, creating leather armbands for your wrists and an elegant, exquisitely crafted ring for each of your fingers.
“I can’t wait for the change to finish!”, you excitedly exclaim. You don’t care if it will mess with your head or make you forget who you are: you’ve never felt so good in your life. “I’m so glad I bought that potion!”.
Your cheeks are filling with small, perfectly round freckles, giving you an impish look that goes perfectly with your now upturned nose, pointy chin, earth-throbbing grin and deep green eyes.
Your ears are coming to a nice point and are becoming slightly longer; you wince a little when you feel something pricking them. Your left lobe now hosts three thick silver rings, while in your right one there’s a single emerald stud shaped like a clover. Your blond hair suddenly becomes red and wavy, sealing your change.
You wave your fingers in a dream-like state, the fingertips emitting small, glittery sparkles. You can feel the magic swirling around you, filling you, merging with you and becoming part of what you are now: a member of the once glorious, proud race called Tuatha Dé Danann.
You contemplate yourself in the mirror, without losing your new smirk that now seems an almost permanent feature of your face. “I look like Peter Pan at a gay pride”, you comment, then start laughing. You were straight before drinking the potion, but you wouldn’t really draw any line now. Not that anyone would refuse a fuck with you, be them straight or gay, especially after a taste of your charm magic.
The most surprising thing, probably, is that you’re still yourself: it’s not like the leprechaun essence overwrote your mind or deleted your personality. You’re very aware that you were a human a mere five minutes ago, and you remember perfectly your life, your family and your friends. You’ve just… evolved, for a lack of a better word. Transcended.
You conjure a pointy, green leather hat out of thin air to complete your Peten Pan look, and then start pondering on what could you do next. While your physical instincts have been magnified by the transformation and you are very eager to try how your new body would perform in bed, you know you now have a mission: restoring the lost glory of your race on Earth. Maybe the magic shop sells other potions or artifacts that can help humans to become members of the fae… Or you can simply try and transform someone into whatever your whimsical mind want to shape his or her body.