Coming in on all fours, in a dress and diaper, the dragon maid Curt, caught sight of herself in a mirror, and thought she did look rather absolutely adorable, and a part of her wouldn't mind looking in her reflection all day. Curt shook his... her head, vanity was a cliche trait among dragons, and with the warming she'd be experiencing 'self love', she imagined she'd have to learn to avoid mirror to avoid being trapped by her own irresistible reflection.
Skyla trotted next to him, her. Curt couldn't not admit to herself that she didn't feel vexed. She'd loved ANTHRO transformations! She had a strong feeling it was why she'd been chosen for the ray gun in the first place! Now she felt cheated, of all the changes, of all the humiliations due to this new form, being made into a non-humanoid dragon was, strangely enough, near the top.
Curt knew Skyla enough to know she felt the same. At least if Simone's future divine self had been meddling in the past, at least it would explain how some fundamental rules of the ray gun had been completed violated... like how the Ray Gun could not change a person's sexual orientation, they were either heterosexual, bi, or homosexual, yet Kitty and Susan HAD CHANGED...
Curt and Skyla came to the rear train car... and found a slew of adorable statues, figurines, plushies, self contained fountains, paintings, and other humanoid works of art.
And there was humanoid Myra, with an open black with white trim kimono that did nothing to hide any of her private spot while (her fur took care of that job), she was leaning on the rear sea like she was at a cocktail lounge, in fact, the entire train car had been transmuted into a cross between art gallery and a cocktail bar.
"Master Curtie?! Is that YOU!?"
"... Yes... "
"HEH! I can't say you aren't adorable this way, but I must say this look isn't quite you! ... And Skyla... I seek you've taken a fetish to your quadroped form."
"Actually I've been stuck in it..."
"A shape shifting cramp? At your age? You're supposed to grow out of those while you're still on your second tail. Master, it's the kitsune equivalent of magical potty training..."
Skyla blushed profusely... Looking for a distraction, she looked around at the smiling works of art.
"You... turned them back into artwork," Skyla noted.
Curt and Skyla didn't feel angry or alarmed at this like they logically thought they should be... but, it all felt, well, natural.
"I restored them to their true forms, as I said Master. If you wish them to be flesh and blood, I shall do as you command Master, and as it what you wish, and they've become your maids as well, I know they shall obey your desire and will not seek transmutation again nor shall I pursue it.
"But I know you Master Curtie, you want your servants to follow their own desires. And I have honored the desires of my creations. I'll admit, I was disturbed when my physical was altered to my four-legged one, and was regressed to that of a young teen... But since divine nature is a one-way road, I could age myself back to the form I had when I first got my ninth tail. Simone gave no divine command or divine contract with anything she did, it was just her vague feelings of regret with no consciousness driving it.
"Regardless of its source Master, it was still wild magic, it lacked a true direction or conscious command.
"Also, I will note, we are beyond the storm's reach, if it was able to affect things beyond it's reach like this, it would be violating its own rules as a storm, and any divine being must follow the rules of the form it projects into this plane of reality.
"If it did prevent or undo these changes now that we're actually clear of the storm, it would be VERY RUDE, and VERY INCONSIDERATE to the tastes, preferences, and desires of others, and basically break its own rules, which would also be incredibly rude and inconsiderate even if we didn't take into account the previous events. It would be like plagiarizing half of another person's poem, and not even acknowledging the first half of your poem came from another person!"
Curt and Skyla looked at each other, and nodded, yeah, that would be pretty rude, and given they had both been transformation fanatics before this, similar things had happened to them on occasion.
Curt asked, "If we're beyond the reach of the storm then... can you make it so I'm standing on two legs? The rest I can learn to live with... And I imagine there plenty on this train who want to as well..."
"I can do so if you want my little Master Curtie, but as your maid, I have to warn you. I am a trickster goddess. Even my own cult knows it."
"You have a cult?!" Curt and Skyla gasped.
"I can take you to Japan to meet them sometime, I make an appearance once every generation to keep the faith alive. Don't look that way! They're nice cultists! But the point is Master, I shall do ask you ask. I am not some banal dijinn who twists the spoken language in directions not even the most mad of lunatics would take to achieve a fate worse than death for the poor wisher. HOWEVER! That does not mean my miracles don't come with a price! There WILL be a twist of some sort.
You will get what you ask for. You will not wish to walk on two legs and suddenly have your forelegs missing. But wishes do not exist in a vacuum: You wish for a trillion yen, where did it come from? Did it vanish from the bank and be accused of stealing? Nay. Be accused of counterfitting? Nay. You'll have likely gotten it in a lottery. But you SHALL have thieves, con-artists, burglars, kidnappers, ambulance chasers, and leeches come out of the wood work smelling blood, because THAT IS HUMAN NATURE! If you understand this Master, then ask it of me, I shall restore you to a humanoid form, and that of everyone else this magic has cursed, but as my nature is a trickster, I will add my own twist on things."