Paul's wrists burned as he pulled against the ropes binding his arms behind his back, and his cheeks burned in embarrassment at being forced to wear the white sundress hanging awkwardly on his frame.

"Paul, my boy," Vince approached him menacingly, "I thought you knew the rules about snitching."

"They had me for twenty to life," Paul's voice cracked. "I had to give them something! It was just some random broad named Jessica on the tax return. You know I'd never give up anyone in the family!"

Vince's hand connected with Paul's face, the slap echoing. "That was Jimmy's girlfriend, you fucking idiot!"

"I know that now," Paul tasted blood. "I'm sorry, I-"

"What's Jimmy gonna do without his girl for five years?" Vince grabbed Paul's chin, forcing eye contact.

"I don't know! I'll make it up to him!"

Vince's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "That's what I wanted to hear." He stepped back, gesturing at Paul's attire. "Do you know why you're wearing Jessica's dress?"

"I don't know," Paul muttered, "I'm guessing it's some fucked up part of my punishment."

Vince chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Paul's spine. "You have no idea." He reached into his pocket, producing a silver medallion that glinted in the warehouse's light. "Have you heard of The Medallion of Zulo? Legend has it that if the person wearing it touches it to a piece of clothing, they transform into that person." His eyes glinted. "Wanna see if it works?"

"Hold up, that's fucked up even for you," Paul struggled against his restraints as Vince approached. "Wait, get away from me!"

Ignoring the protests, Vince slipped the chain over Paul's head. The moment the medallion touched the fabric of Jessica's dress, it began to glow with an unearthly light.

Paul's scream died in his throat as fire seemed to spread through his veins. His legs began to shrink beneath the dress hem, muscles dissolving as hair receded, leaving smooth, feminine calves visible in their place.

"Holy shit," Paul gasped, watching in horror as his thighs slimmed, taking on a shapely curve.

Vince knelt, fascinated, as the transformation continued upward. Paul's waist cinched painfully, hips flaring outward while his chest seemed to collapse inward before swelling again, filling the bodice of the sundress with soft, round breasts.

"No, no, no," Paul whimpered, voice rising in pitch with each syllable.

A spark of magic shot upward from Paul's torso to his face. His jawline softened, cheekbones rising as stubble vanished. His lips plumped, eyes widened, and hair lengthened into a straight blonde feminine cut.

Just like that, where Paul had sat moments before, there was now a perfect replica of Jessica.

"Beautiful!" Vince exclaimed, carefully removing the medallion from around Jessica's neck. "Legend also has it this thing has a habit of disappearing. Best I take care of it for a few years so it doesn't get lost."

Paul in the clone of Jessica's body stared ahead, mind reeling with the impossible reality.

"Jimmy's gonna be real happy to see his girlfriend again," Vince smirked, pocketing the medallion. "And you're gonna make it up to him, just like you promised."