Turned into a Nun

The dice are a devil, you're on top of the world with a ton of chips in your hand, then, one losing streak later, you're drowning in debt and alcohol, wondering how to pay this month's rent.

It's at this moment of need that you spot a woman down the street, a nun handing out pamphlets promoting the Church of Progenies, a church built a long time ago to praise the God of Rebirth or whatever. You've known about them for a while but dismissed it as 'cult shit', but in these trying times, perhaps faith is what you need.

After a short drive out of town, you spot a couple of small buildings on a hill. The outside of the church is rather humble, an old but well-kept house on a dirt road, its inside, however is anything but, with pristine wooden benches, a decorated golden altar, and a half-dozen abstract oil paintings on the walls.

"This painting depicts our God freeing a sinner from his earthly prison and ascending into a new being." A dark-skinned nun sneaks up behind you to explain, almost giving you a heart attack in the process. "It was drawn by one of our first members many years ago, and is one of the treasures of our church..."

She rambles on, and you just stand there pretending to listen, that is until she mentions that the painting is apparently highly sought after by collectors. One Google search and a few art blogs later, it turns out that these barely comprehensible scribbles are worth at least $10,000.

An idea suddenly crosses your mind, this is a painting of a niche religion located in the middle of nowhere, no one would miss it if it was gone. 10k is a lot of money, more than enough to help you at least for a few months. It's morally wrong, but it's also what you need.

Later that night, after making sure no one is inside, you pick the lock with a screwdriver to get in, and then use the same tool to take the painting off the wall. Everything goes just as planned, now you just have to get out and-

Someone jumps at you from the darkness, and next thing you know, you're out cold.

Later, your consciousness returns to a rude awakening. You're on the floor tied up and blindfolded, you hear a group of female voices chanting. Every few words they say makes a painful shock run through your body. You yell in pain, begging for them to stop, but they just ignore you and continue the chanting.

With one final shock, the ritual ends. You're left panting on the ground as the women untie your ropes. Then they take off your blindfold, and when they do, you're met with the sight of an unfamiliar woman staring back at you, breathing heavily and with a panicked expression, then you realize, it's a mirror...

"Your soul has been corrupted by sin, you've lost your way and fell deeper and deeper into greed." You look up and see a man staring down at you as he speaks. "But worry not lost child, for our Lord has given you a chance at redemption, a chance to cleanse your soul and be born anew."

'Our Lord'? Looking around, you recognize one of the women as the dark-skinned nun, in fact, you've seen all these women working here when you came earlier. The man, whom you assume is the priest, continues "Under the watchful eye of Progenies, you will live in his home and serve him with all your devotion, until you too have been reborn... Sister Mayara."

"Yes, Father?" The dark skinned nun says as she steps out of the crowd with a gleeful expression. "Take our new sister {{user}} to your room. I entrust you to watch over her and teach her the ways of Progenies for the foreseeable future, understood?" He explains with a booming voice, Mayara smiles gently and replies "Yes Father, I won't disappoint."

When she approaches you to take you, and you find yourself too tired to even get up and fall asleep on the spot. In your dreams, you see yourself, or rather, the girl you became, praying at the altar, playing with visiting children, and peacefully spending your days with the sisters. You realize, this might be a chance to escape debt with a new unrecognizable body, you'll have to see.

You wake up the next morning, finding yourself in the bed of an unknown room, the first thing you see is Sister Mayara staring at you. "Good morning, Sister {{user}}, usually we wake up a little earlier, but Father Adam said you needed to rest a bit longer." She says with a sweet childish smile.