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"I don't think I'm the right choice for the burden," Tom said, his eyes facing the floor. A set of delicate but firm hands grasped him, forcing him to look at their wielder. "That's why it chose you," his mother told him, "Only those who do not seek power are qualified to hold it." Tom looked at her, the words comforting his uneasy soul. "Okay," he said, taking a deep breath, "I'm ready." The pair turned towards the gaggle of women, looking at them with friendly concern. "I, Tamara Perez, hereby swear my life to the protection of the family and will take on the duty of the ring," he said, using his soon-to-be name. His mother slipped the ring from her finger, gently sliding it up his finger to begin the ceremony.

Tom felt the cold silver of the ring seep into his skin, displacing its magic into its new protector. He knew ever since his mother told him how she used to be a man until his grandmother passed her the ring, that this was always a possibility. His specific line was responsible for the protection of the greater family, or at least that's what the ring thought, since it chose its bearer. He would let it shape his body to become a conduit for its power, something his current form couldn't do.

He stood there, stoically, as his tanned skin smoothed out, removing any traces of hair apart from his head, where new silky locks cascaded down to his shoulders, forming a bob cut. His shoulders shrank in tandem with his waist, contrasting the sudden expansion of his hips. Fat lay itself thickly on his bottom half, taking advantage of the newly widened area to form a plush rear as his thighs teased themselves from beneath a skirt. His chest fought against the confines of the turtleneck he wore, forcing his newly formed enormous breasts to show their curvature against the fabric. His face sharpened, going from a flat man's to a sharp and powerful-looking woman's. His stance almost broke as his manhood slipped between his legs, leaving Tom to be officially Tammy.

The new woman looked up at the crowd, who had watched her transformation with interest. She smiled at them, causing the lot to erupt into applause, happy that a new guardian had been chosen. Tammy's mom embraced her in a deep hug, their chests almost stopping them from being able to wrap their arms around one another. "I'm so proud of you, my daughter," her mom said through a teary voice. Tammy hugged her back, happy to have been chosen.