Shapeshifting

With a smirk grin John proclaimed that he wished to have shape-shifting abilities.

The gods seemed pleased with his decision as they looked at each other. Apparently conversing telepathically as they did. "Very well." The man in the white toga exclaimed. "But as you wish we will be monitoring you. Do not think that your life will be easy just because you have gained our favor." The other gods nodded in agreement. "See to it that you pledge yourself to one of us, or your may find that your gifts start to feel like a curse."

John couldn't help but speculate if dealing with ancient divine beings might have been a bad idea, but before he had the chance to object to the conditions of the deal, he felt a prickling sensation all over his body.

Suddenly everything went white and John woke up.