She grows taller, and her hands and feet turn almost completely black.

### The Transformation of Alastor to Charlie Morningstar In the depths of Hell, where time and space often played tricks on even the keenest senses, Alastor the Radio Demon roamed the desolate streets. His broad smile, full of sharp, yellow teeth, contrasted starkly with the bleak surroundings. Known for his chaotic reign and flair for the dramatic, Alastor’s presence commanded fear and respect. However, even in Hell, there existed forces and spells beyond comprehension, rivaling Alastor’s own legendary powers. One such force lay dormant in an ancient relic—an artifact infused with magic so profound that it could rewrite reality itself. ### An Unexpected Encounter One fateful evening, while exploring a forgotten corner of Hell in search of new conquests and mischief, Alastor stumbled upon the relic. It was a curious, ornate mirror framed with intricate designs, exuding an aura of inexplicable magic. Intrigued, Alastor approached it cautiously, his crimson eyes reflecting off the glassy surface. As he peered closer, the mirror seemed to awaken, humming with arcane energy. Without warning, it emitted a blinding light, engulfing Alastor entirely. He felt an overwhelming force pulling at him, entwining with every fiber of his being. Struggle as he might, he couldn't escape its grasp. ### Physical Transformation Alastor’s towering 7-foot frame began to shrink. His beige-colored skin softened and took on a lighter, more youthful hue. His dapper, red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels morphed into a fitted, red tuxedo jacket with dark-red lapels, a perfect match to the new identity forming within him. His angular bob-cut hair extended, transforming into long, blonde locks with lighter and pink highlights. The intimidating antlers receded back into his skull, replaced by a beautified appearance. His broad, devilish smile softened to delicate, rosy red cheeks with black lips. His once dark-red sclerae and bright-red irises turned lighter. The eerie radio-dial pupils vanished, making way for a more inviting gaze, marked by the same light-yellow sclera but with thicker black eyelashes. His monstrous hands and feet morphed into more delicate, human-like limbs, clad in black and white saddle shoes. The metamorphosis continued, reversing his gender, taking away the hard edges of his body, and replacing them with Charlie Morningstar’s graceful and slender form. Alastor was no more; he had regressed in age and stature, standing now at around 6 feet tall, fitting perfectly into Charlie’s persona. ### Mental Transformation The physical changes were accompanied by a profound alteration in Alastor’s psyche. The memories of his reign of terror, his delight in chaos, and his penchant for vintage radio aesthetics began to fade, replaced by the hopeful, compassionate visions of Charlie Morningstar. Her dream of redeeming fallen souls and creating a place of sanctuary took root within him, completely overtaking his previous motivations. Gone was the desire for mischief and mayhem. In its place emerged a deep sense of empathy and optimism. The transformation completed, Alastor’s memories, personality, and intentions fully assimilated into the essence of Charlie Morningstar. ### The New Reality As the light from the relic dimmed, the transformed Alastor stumbled back, now fully embracing Charlie’s appearance, memories, and dreams. She stood in awe of the relic, understanding its power but also recognizing her newfound mission with renewed clarity. Charlie blinked, adjusting to her new yet familiar identity. The once-dreaded figure of the Radio Demon was no more, replaced entirely by Charlie Morningstar, the dedicated and hopeful princess of Hell, ready to continue her earnest mission to redeem other fallen souls and create a better, brighter future in the depths of Hell. With a final glance at the transformed reflection in the mirror, Charlie stepped away, her mind buzzing with plans and ideas for the Happy Hotel. With every step she took, the remnants of Alastor’s dark influence dissipated, allowing Charlie’s hopeful spirit to shine even brighter, lighting up the path ahead.

Transformation usually happens in layers; it's a gradual process. Alastor could sense something was up when his antlers started to wilt and recede into his skull. Initially he dismissed it as a temporary condition, but things soon took a strange turn. The first significant change was his height. Alastor, who usually towered above everyone at seven feet tall, started to shrink over the course of a few days. His limbs felt different, more slender, and his once broad smile started to soften. He lost his sharp teeth, replaced by normal, white ones. His eyes confused him because the sclera turned from dark-red to a light yellow. His pupils, once thin and black, now resembled those of Charlie's - red and bright. The eerie transformation had not only changed his physical appearance, but it started to affect his mental state as well. He could feel a rush of thoughts, memories, and emotions that weren't his. Alastor, once a self-assured, dapper demon, found himself overwhelmed with experiences and feelings associated with Charlie. Her love for singing, her ambitious dream to rehabilitate all demons in Hell, and her kind-hearted and energetic personality gradually replaced his own traits. His once sadistic and manipulative tendencies were fading, replaced by Charlie's optimism and determination. The memories of his past faded in favor of Charlie’s, effectively wiping his old identity clean. When he looked in the mirror, he didn't see Alastor, but a reflection of Charlie Morningstar. His gleaming red pinstriped coat was now a fitted red tuxedo jacket and his dress pants had transformed into a pair of red fitted pants. The black cross on his chest disappeared, leaving him in an untucked white dress shirt. His hair changed from a pinkish-red bob to a long, blonde head of hair with lighter highlights, which fell into a twice-banded low ponytail. His bangs flipped to the left, giving him an even more uncanny resemblance to Charlie. The microphone that he used to channel his demonic powers had vanished, replaced by an emptiness that he felt deep within him. His boots faded into black and white saddle shoes and his phantom monocle was no longer there. His skin, which was once a light beige, had now transitioned into a pale complexion but still kept a demon look. His missing antlers were now replaced with a pair of dark reddish horns that would only show themselves when he unleashed his full demonic powers, something Charlie was known for. Alastor had been completely transformed into Charlie Morningstar; physically, mentally, and emotionally. His transformation was more than just a physical change, it was a complete alteration of his identity. It surprised him to the core, but he couldn't deny the peace that came along with Charlie's personality. Her kind-heartedness, optimism, and determination to make Hell a better place filled him with a strange sense of purpose, a purpose he believed he didn't have before. After all, he was no longer Alastor, but Charlie Morningstar.