I stare dumbfounded at my face, looking at myself in the mirror in dumbfounded shock and a lot less horror than I was expecting to feel. I hadn't really ever thought about being transformed into something before, and I didn't really know what I'd think about it, but I guess I was expecting to scream a bit more as my larger eyes blink. I've heard them described as the windows of the soul, an expression I hoped didn't describe me given their now midnight black sclera, almost glowing golden irises, and hexagram shaped pupils which I couldn't help but think have tiny writing around them. They sat in an obviously female head, helping anchor a face with a bit of baby fat, pouty dark black lips, and a cute button nose. I didn't look like a kid, but I had an obvious 'cute' cast to my features, my tail whipping about in agitation behind me as I contemplated that, small fangs chewing on a bottom lip as I gave a faint growl. It certainly wasn't helped by my bone-white page-boy cut hair and those two six inch ebon spikes of horn jutting out of my forehead, right where the hair starts. I wish you could call those intimidating at least but not so much.
And then I hear the door. A door that I'd love to ignore. But something inside of me is telling me that it's important to answer as I find myself beginning to move towards it. It's not like I'm mind controlled as much as on autopilot and while I could override it, I'm not. Maybe because I'm too busy tripping over my pants and falling towards the door with a surprised yelp, my hooves unsteady on the ground as I get caught up in too long fabric.
That hurt, I think to myself, staggering to my hooves. My pants have slipped off and I haven't really noticed. At this point I'm fully on autopilot, needing to get the door, not noticing my nudity until I see the light of the hallway and the tall redhead from the lobby in front of me.
"A-Ah! Hi Mistress!" I ack that out before I realize what I'm saying. There's a half second that passes as I catch up with what my mouth just did. My brain processes the first word fine. A surprised gasp. The second word makes sense. I said hello. A greeting. The third word though, Mistress. Where did that come from? I've never had a Mistress before. I wouldn't expect to call someone that. But as I look at the redhead in front of me, tall and regal, that's the only word that comes to mind. Which, uh, lets be real, is terrifying. Should be terrifying.
She reaches out with a hand and pats my head. I...it's like bliss. The feeling of her head on my head just sends shivers of joy through my very being. I almost cry out in ecstasy as that tousling sends a deep feeling of rightness and contentment into my body; like I'm mainlining happiness. "What a good girl." her voice curls about my ears like a cat making itself at home. "At the door so quickly." She purrs that out, clearly pleased. Which makes me happy, especially in my blissed out state. "I imagine you have so many questions little one~" Another rub, my tail falling limp as I lean into her, putty in her hands.
I can barely muster a muttered "why'm'I'a'imp..." before I fall back into bliss, her headpats only continuing. I can't move, I can't think, I can only sit here and relax. It's so good to sit here and relax, and it's the best thing ever. Maybe I should be angry or scared or worried but I can't even think about that now, only the vague curiosity as to why I'm short, red, and a girl now.
"Well cutie, it's because you agreed to take a spare room and wait around for a bit to be with an imp. I even warned you it could get heated." She laughs, causing me to giggle with her in my blissed out state. "So, now the room's no longer spare, since it's yours. It's what you wanted, after all." I'm not sure if that logic holds, but I'm too out of it to question it hard, especially as she knocks me out of my thinking with a curveball. "What's your name short-stuff?"
I...I stop. And think. This is hard?! Sure, I'm half drunk from the pats which she's only just stopped. Sure, I've just been changed into an imp. But this question shouldn't be hard! I had a name! Have a name! That I had when I was human! But I...I can't remember it. My panic is obvious on my face as I mouth empty soundless words. I have to have a name. I have to! Desperate, my mouth stumbles out syllables "M-Ma...Mago...Magolith? Maggy?" I look up at Mistress, hopeful, confused, utterly lost.
"Magolith." She smiles and pats my head, pleased. "You're a good girl Maggy, aren't you?" That pat seals it. It's not like I have any choice. That's my name now. I am Magolith the Imp. Maggy. That's what Mistress called me. It's seeped deep into my brain, guided by the pats and my suggestible state. I don't drool a a little, but my golden eyes are vacant as I look up at Mistress. She continues patting me for...I'm not sure how long, only that by the time I 'woke up', I could hear her talking again.
"Now Maggy, you know what your job is, right?"
I give a hesitant nod. "I...I sleep with people?" That's what I was here for? Right? It was. When I was mortal. Things are beginning to clear up a bit, despite the headpats, it's not that they feel less good, as much as I can think through the bliss. Or think through it better. I know I should be repulsed by the idea of sleeping with people for money (especially men!) but..."Mortals...to draw them into doing sin for Hell?" I say that hesitantly, as if I'm not sure where it came from. Because I'm not! Maybe that news report earlier but....
"Very good!" Mistress's praise again fills me with irrational happiness. Her smile brightens up my day. "And did you know that your first customer is coming soon?" Her voice is sugary but my pole-axed expression clearly shows that I'm flabergasted at that. I don't know the first thing about sex as a girl or making mortals happy or stealing souls or... "Ssssssh, Maggy, I know you'll do great." She pats my head, causing my whimpers (which I didn't even know I was giving) to stop. "Now, just sit back, relax, and do what comes naturally, okay?"
I didn't even notice her leave. Or my mortal clothing vanish. It was just one moment, I was panicking in front of her a bit and the next, I'm back on the couch, clad in a leather corset that covers my boobs and between my legs, waiting for my customer. My client. I don't want this, but I really do. And I know that if I do a good job I'll get rewarded, somehow.
So it's with great joy that I hear the knock on the door a few moments later, causing me to call out, "IT'S OPEN! COME IN!" as I'm greeted by....