Wake up Stacy and let her choose her fate
From Create Your Own Story
"I'd feel better if she had some input," you tell Leta. She shrugs and mutters something you can't hear. Then she presses a glowing palm to Stacy's forehead. Immediately, your girlfriend begins waking up, gradually becoming more aware.
"Uh..." she says. "Whozat?"
"I am Leta," says the woman grandly.
"She's like a magic sprite thing who can transform chicks," you put in.
Leta gives you a slightly dirty look. "I am not a sprite, and I can transform anyone."
"Okay, and dudes, too, I guess," you add.
"Why's she here?" Leta asks, seeming much less calm than you are.
"Oh, my child, your lover has summoned me to give you the gift of endowment!" Leta cries with a clap of her hands.
"He fucking what?!" screams Stacy. You wince. Probably should have realized this would happen if you woke her up.
"Look, baby, it's not like I knew this would happen," you try to mollify her.
She looks at you with somewhat crazed eyes. "She's gonna transform me into a guy?" she begins to panic.
"No, certainly not," Leta says, a bit offended at the suggestion. "You will be a beautiful, womanly creature like myself. But you will also have one magnificent cock!" For the first time, Leta lets her grandiosity slip. She seems aroused by the idea.
Stacy is trying to calm herself and think about this. She eventually puts the pieces together and turns to you. "So you were still wishing for a shemale, huh?" she asks coldly.
"No!" you say. "I only want you, I swear."
"Yes, I can confirm that," says Leta. "The ritual may only be initiated by someone with their one true love."
At this, Stacy's expression softens. "You love me?" she says.
"Of course, Stacy," you reply. "More than anything."
Stacy just sits there looking into space vacantly for awhile. Then she asks, "And I have no choice?"
Leta says, "The ritual must occur, it is true. However, the details are entirely up to you. Your lover wanted to awaken you immediately to ask you your preferences."
Stacy smiles slightly at that. "Okay," she says. "So, I get to pick how big and small things are?"
"Certainly," says Leta. "And your choices extend to any part of your body your lover finds sexually attractive. Generally, women prefer to modify their genitalia, body shape, breasts, and facial features, though only minor alterations are possible for the last. I'm afraid I must give you a penis, but you can specify it however you like. Please don't make me give you a tiny little toothpick. I hate that. Also, I doubt your lover would approve." You nod enthusiastically at that.
Stacy sighs and spends a long time thinking, obviously trying to decide on her preferred changes. She's not mad anymore, and in fact she seems quietly excited at the idea of giving herself a makeover. Finally, she's ready with the details. She beckons Leta over and whispers in her ear. Leta smiles, apparently pleased by whatever she hears. "Very smart, some girls completely forget to ask about that. Of course everyone ends up happy with their changes, but still..." With that, Leta unceremoniously drops her robe to the floor.
