"The first step for you, Lorelei, is to sleep," Ainsley said reaching out and fluidly running her hand across the girl's brow. Under the mere touch of Ainsley's fingertips, Lorelei would feel her eyelids growing heavy, weighted down by an overwhelming need to sleep. And as the younger witch would sprawl out across the couch, Ainsley could take advantage of working with a subject that was much more quiet and willing to undergo transformation. The unconscious were always easier to work with.

Changing a body from one species to another was something of a greater feat; Ainsley had not performed that ritual in such a long time. In her time, she had mastered changing humans to demons, demons to undead, and a great many other number of combinations. But so many years later, she was unsure if that would be successful now. Ainsley was a great witch, perhaps one of the finest the Redmont family had ever seen, but she was willing to admit not everything had been restored to her upon resurrection.

Nevertheless, Lorelei's new look would be mostly an easy one. She was remaining human, but only changing appearance. The body which Ainsley had envisioned was one that she hoped (and had some faith) would throw Lumine off. At least she hoped it would give them enough time that the Redmonts could gain some upper hand with Lorelei's possible position in the Alerian Government. All that needed to be done was to gain the trust of the Alerian citizens and win the campaign for Minister of Defense.

Ainsley knelt on the floor next to the couch alongside Lorelei's now sleeping form. The Witch titled her head for a moment inspecting and committing to memory Lorelei's form. She would need that memory if Lorelei ever wanted to get changed back, and Ainsley assumed she would. Ainsley's eyelids drew closed over her indigo colored eyes. Her lips pursed together and her forehead wrinkled as she summoned ancient words from her memory that had been buried long ago. The words came to her then, retreating from that hidden place in her mind, her lips uncurling as words flowed musically from them.

At first when she spoke, Ainsley kept her hands positioned below Lorelei. Her palms were turned upwards and though they were for the most part still, a faint blue light pulsated in them gathering energy. Every now and then, Ainsley would twist her hands back and forth almost in a figure eight motion, the light swirling in the air and around her fingers with each movement.

The witch had started to rise, pushing up from her feet very slowly. Her fingers suddenly bent into a hook shape like she had grabbed onto something and started to pull. Though nothing visible was there at the start, a red and misty object started to take form. Ainsley's back straightened out and as she elevated to into a standing position, a shadowy ghost of what was once Lorelei was removed from the girl. The Redmont Witch gathered Lorelei's spirit like a stringed puppet and moved it higher away, the ancient words becoming louder. On tip toes, Ainsley now stood with her back arched as if she were praying to the ceiling. Her arms moved more wildly now, shaping Lorelei's essence into something different. Her wrists and hands danced easily to music only she could hear. Lorelei had become clay, and Ainsley the sculptor.

Faster Ainsley's words flowed from her until finally, all at once, they stopped as if a hand had been squeezed around Ainsley's vocal cords. The Witch's hands dropped and with it fell Lorelei's spirit back into her limp body. When the body and soul had crashed back together, a splash of crimson dust sparked into the air. Lorelei's form began to shake with convulsions from the merger. Her body was bitterly adjusting to the new life Ainsley had created for her.

Slow and shaking, the young Redmont's body began to change. Lorelei became taller at first, her body growing elongated. Her shoulders then became rigid followed by a smoothing of womanly curves into straight lines. And when Lorelei would awaken at the end of her transformation, she would find herself not in the body of a youthful woman she once knew, but in the body of a man.