She smiled, a sad smile, for she knew what would come of this. Well... she thought she did. She held out her pale porcelain hand out to the man. When he took it, a needle came out of the palm of her hand and stabbed him. His blood flowed onto her hand and she pulled away, smiling. The blood moved up her arm covering her in shimmering red, so bright that she appeared to glow. Soon, it was so bright the man wouldn't even be able to see her anymore. Her body morphed and changed, growing several fee, through probably still a foot shorter than the man. As the glow died, pink hair flowed out, floating gently down to her waist. 

When it was all over, a pink haired girl with light brown eyes stared up at the man, a bright smile on her face. She wore a simple white dress accented with flowers both yellow gold and green. [b]"Hi Booker!"[/b] She exclaimed as she pulled her hands behind her back and leaned forward, smiling as big as she could manage. Her heart and soul filled with the emotions of the girl Booker needed. A frail girl that needed protecting, a girl with an outgoing, happy nature, one that would fill his life with the happiness he deserved. She had to admit, she liked this body, these emotions. They felt nice, though... something crept up inside of her, a nagging feeling. 

[i]What?[/i]

It was like... she was insecure... Well, that was never knew. Almost all humans were insecure in some way but it was... different with this girl. She tried so hard to hide it that it just bottled up inside and grew so large that it was a wondered she was able to contain it. Maybe that was what Booker needed, someone that needed him. Well, she needed him now. She needed him to find his way into her heart, her real heart and fix whatever was there. He also needed her to help him. In what way, she really didn't know yet. That was something she had to figure out on her own.