Alice frowns as she looks over the crowd. By the time her dancing ends so would their time as people. In a twisted way though she found she didn't care as much when she was dancing. She was too focused on her choreography with her friends trying to keep the thoughts of what she was doing down. It was almost a relief when the first scream erupted from the crowd.
It was a girl grapping newly sprouted horns on the side of her head. The girls watched from their perch as the scene unfolded, the unfortunate waif tumbled to the ground exposing a tail extending out from her dress. The perverbial stampede had begun as a wave of change washed over the crowd. Alice watched the first girl as her hands clenched into fists growing black and fusing together. Alice lost sight of the girl when a boy with the head of a steer ran thru mooing in rage at whoever could here him.
Beckie watched in facination as a girl bent over clutching at her stomach only to fail to hid the growing udder under her tearing shirt. When that girl looked up Beckie gasped, as her face was covered in splotchy fur, and her nostrils had spread apart and her lower face was rappidly forming a snout.
Kassie meanwhile watched as two surly drunks had continued fighting each other even as they turned into steers. One man looked like a Minotaur, fur coated with a Bulls head while the other had the horns and no longer had hands but hooves. The cries and pleas of the crowd fell on deaf ears as they turned into the moos and cries of animals. When the girls went back stage they silently undressed.