Editing Try to use the Cloak's power

As you concentrate as hard as you can on the Ogre, imagining him becoming some sort of terrible she-ogre, the increase in your blood pressure dislodges a small blood clot in your left cheek.

As the clot innocuously makes its way toward your brain you can notice no effect on the Ogre.  You try the old fashioned Knightmare method of using magic:

'Spellcasting! G-E-N-D-E-R  T-R-A-N-S-M-O-G-N-I-F-I-....'

You realise too late that you have made a mistake.  There is a flash and you feel weak and emotional almost like a woman!

Looking down you see the saggiest pair of breasts in the history of the world, nipples resting on your fat form.

At this point the clot lodges in your medulla oblongata, control centre of your heart and lungs.  Feeling short of breath you notice a small amount of blood beginning to show through your crotch.... You are on the blob!

You fall to the ground and die moments later as a fat ugly bleeding woman.

You are humiliated.... And dead.