To be the Angel of Revenge

Edgar spent many months in recovery.
Not being able to speak he wrote to officers investigating that he had been a homeless man who was attacked by a college student. He described Ron as well as he could. He expected nothing. He got nothing.
He refused to open the package for now. Burns and nerve damage had made his lower body more or less useless. One hand was fused together.
He was taken in to a home by a very kind doctor. He was given a room.
The next Christmas, alone in the room he finally opened the package.
The note was a surprise. Telling of the miraculous "Medallion of Zulu"
He thought it was a sweet and strange gift. Had she wanted him to be a better father?
He put it away for the time being.
When the house nurse came in he secretly stole her bracelet. He felt bad about it but he needed an article of clothing from someone. He hoped this was close enough. He hoped, although he had little faith, that it would work.
When she had been gone for a while he pulled out the small box, opened it and looked at this gateway to revenge.
He touched the medallion and the bracelet.
Energy filled his body like air in a balloon. He burnt from the inside. The electric shock made every muscle tighten rigidly. Then the changes started.
Scarred skin began to smooth, the tone of muscles changed. As his body grew smaller he felt the sheets bunch from the contraction beneath him. His fused hand separated and the fingers grew smaller, nails grew to finely manicured points. His chest grew smaller but then the cloth above his chest began to tighten as breasts swelled.
His testicles pulled inward and rose up within him. In his abdomen it felt as if he was on fire with sharp pain. His penis shriveled inward.
Hair grew outwards. His beard seemed to die and fall out leaving soft smooth skin. During the entire process sweat poured out of his body. More than he ever imagined was possible. This was his excess mass being converted into something.
When the change was done he felt exhausted. He now laid in a soaked be, soft smooth skin glistening with sweat and panting.
His body was now seemingly an identical copy of his young nurse Renee. He swung her legs over the bedside and bit her lip as he tested his or her ability to stand. She stood firmly on the ground, she wore the white hospital gown he had been wearing. Wet, it was see through.
She pushed the wheel chair out of her way and moved to the chest of drawers.
He undressed her body. The mirror blushed back at him and he averted her eyes.
He set the bracelet on top of the dresser for her to find later.
From the dresser he took a Grey T-Shirt and a pair of cinch tie sweat pants.
The girl in the mirror looked silly in his clothes but she was dressed.
She snuck from the room carefully taking the Medallion in it's case along.
He stopped at the nurse's room and stole a bag with just enough clothing to find another place to be.
Sneaking through the kitchen he overheard the nursetalking on the phone. He saw her purse on the counter.
He snuck on all fours to it and slid it to him. He then headed for the back door.
Outside he stood.
"Sorry Renee" he said and her voice startled him he felt caught for a moment.
He knew her car. He took it and drove to find a hotel in the city.
He hoped she had enough money to get the room and clothes enogh to create a new identity. An identity he could exact revenge with.