Tiffany quickly felt her head where the itching was centered, and felt two small, sharp points near the top of her forehead. Although it was hard to be sure with the gloom of the house and the grime-caked mirror, it also seemed that her skin was darkening, as well. "Oh, fuck..." she whispered to herself. "This can't be good..."
She slid her hand down the back of her pants again, and felt what was very definitely the end of a spade-tipped tail slowly growing out of her tailbone. "That's probably going to hurt if I don't get my pants off," she muttered to herself.
She looked at herself more closely, and it seemed that her breasts were getting larger, as well... at least, her bra was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe that's because demons aren't supposed to wear bras, she thought, a little hysterically.
She coughed, brushed her bangs down over the newly-protruding horns, and said, "Katie? Can we please get out of here now? I'm... scared."
Katie looked up from the book she was reading. "Scared? Miss Topheavy is scared?"
Tiffany nodded. "Seriously... can we please leave? I just... want to go home."