A demon?

“Hey you made it.” She says, reaches out and runs her fingers through your hair. “Nice, I see you got my upgrades. I was hoping my spell would catch hold while you were still in flux. Irish is so much sexier than Ukrainian. Give us a turn.” She makes a twirling motion with her fingers.

A mix of terror, confusion, and you have to admit desire, causes you to obey and you give her a slow turn so she can check you out. You look her over as she checks you out. Demon is the instant word that comes to mind, but you have no idea if that is accurate. She gives off a sort of glow as you look that is an odd swirl of green and yellow. Her form is that of a beautiful woman, 5’8” or so, perfect hourglass figure with gravity defying DD’s, long sexy legs, perfect sexy abs, and a perky toned butt. Her hair is long, flowing, and black. Her ears are pointed like those of an elf in most stories. Her skin is deep red with glossy black makeup on her lips and nails, with perfect eyebrows and purple shadow. She wears a pair of black leather low rise capris style pants, a small leather vest, tied in front and leaving her midsection bare, black running shoes, and a silver chain belt from which hangs a holster that holds a huge revolver and what you assume are several ammo pouches. Now while she is the clear pronoun to use looking at her, her tight pants give away one other detail, a big fat cock. Sure you wouldn’t see it with a glance, but you aren’t glancing, you can’t take your eyes off of her.

“I took the liberty of putting away all your things and buying you some more sexy things.” She says smiling. You just stare at her. “Well don’t just stand there like a statue. Say something. Do you like the new you. I have to say it is stunning.” She waves her hand in your face. “Hello in there.”