You pick up the red cookie and look at the woman for any clues, but are greeted only with an unchanging poker face. Lifting it close to your lips, you smell it, examine it, and find no hints. You sigh in your high-pitched feminine voice, take a deep breath, and eat the cookie.
The first thing you notice is your hair, once straight and blonde, taking on a dark brown color and curling into waves. As you find it's not getting any shorter, you feel a sense of disappointment, followed by dreadful anticipation as you wait to see what this one does to you. Your skin gains a deeper tanned tone, and then the transformations shift to your clothes.
You feel the legs of your pants cling together, merging until your smooth feminine legs are touching each other. It gains a fair amount of volume until you find yourself wearing a long, flowing skirt. The color darkens to black. An advancing line of black fabric begins crawling up from the top of your pants, forming a loose, sleeveless bodice as your shirt grows long sleeves and becomes brown. You feel your hair pull up behind your head, and a whirl of fabric in a matching brown suddenly obscures your vision. After a moment, it settles, wrapping itself around your head and completely covering your hair.
You squirm a bit and squeak in girly shock as your boxers recede into tight, silk panties. A similar sensation tightens around your chest, fastening around you and gently lifting your breasts. You realize you are wearing a bra, too. The changes over with, you wave your hands in shock, pressing them against the hijab covering your head. You've become an Arab Muslim woman.
Your pretty little face in an expression of shock, you look back to see the woman smiling sadistically at you.