"i think id rather keep it..."
"oh really? well then, youll do a fine job."
"at what?" you ask, unaware of the irish accent creeping into your voice
"aint it obvious lass? the pot o gold canna be spent, only guarded! it'll be nice to have another female leprechaun in the business."
as she says this, you realize youve started growing shorter again, but your age remains intact. your ears get even pointier, and your eyes get bigger to match your new proportions. you climb up on the chair in front of the mirror, to see that your now about the size of the leprechaun. you're very cute, with your curly red hair, freckled face, and big green eyes.
"i cannae believe it..." you whisper in a thick accent "how can ya do this?
"its a very old magic. did ya think leprecauns just materialized? we gotta come from somewhere ya know."
green clothes began to materialize on your elfin body. unlike your companions waistcoat, stockings, and bowler hat, you are now wearing a lovely gaelic dress. a green headband appears on your head, keeping your hair out of your face.
"so, what do i do now?" you ask, a wave of uncertainty washing over you. there is no answer. you turn to see that your little friend has dissapeared. you feel drawn to the pot in your closet. you open the door and pull it out, finding that its now as light as a feather.
"well, i dont know what a lass like meself is supposed to do now. i wonder if i can find where that girl got off to?"