Irish Fury

I never drank before because I was afraid of ruining my body but if this choice could allow me to drink as much as I could without any adverse effects why not pick it? “I choose Irish Fury,” I told Hawk. As soon as I told her that I felt a weird sensation in my throat. “Sin é? Grand!” I said with my new accent before shouting in joy when I noticed it.

“Damn, that's a sexy ass accent! At least to me, it's near impossible to match the passion and vigor of an Irishman, right? Irishwoman, I mean.” Hawk said in response.

She was about to continue before I spoke up with want clear in my voice. “Can I have something to drink?” I asked her.

“Huh? Do I have anything to drink? Yeah, let me - Oh! You mean ****. Sure, here you go. You know I have to scan people to make these accent spells. If I remember correctly, the woman I scanned for this one was a raging alcoholic.” Hawk said before handing over a bottle of whisky. “Jesus Christ! I blinked and it was gone! You realize that was aged whisky and not tap water right? Hmm… interesting…”

“This accent-changing biz is feckin’ mental,” I said agreeing with Hawk over the strangeness of

“Yes, it is." Hawk nods smirking. "Next up is your hair color. I'll just change the natural color and leave the style up to you for later. To be honest, picking the style now wouldn't make sense, would it? What, are you supposed to have the same hairstyle forever? That's not how hair works. ANYWAY! That's not important. Pick a hair color." Hawk tells me.

"Afterwards are your tits, sweety. How big are your tits?! (I'm not drooling, fuck off.) None of your new body parts will weigh anything, by the way. You can have any body part as big as you want and feel none of the normal effects of it." Hawk explains to me while drooling a bit.