As Lina tried to pluck the hairs off her hand one by one, Amy saw her ears slowly growing larger. As they grew, a bubbly feeling welled up in Amy, and before she could control herself, she was giggling loudly.
Lina looked at Amy with narrow eyes.
"Your ears!" Amy gasped between laughs. "They look like a monkey's!" She doubled over onto the floor in a fit of girlish laughter. Inside she knew it was wrong of her to be so amused by Lina's problem, but she somehow found it extremely funny.
Lina grabbed her ears with increasingly furry hands and found Amy was right. But they were much too big, even for a monkey. They were round and flattening into saucers. As Amy finally got her laugher under control, Lina shrieked once more as she realized what she was turning into.
"A mouse!" she shouted.
"Where?" Amy threw her head around, pretending to look for a mouse before breaking down into another fit of giggles.
"Amy, will you control yourself?" Lina shouted. "You're behaving like a...a ten year old..." she said the words and immediately realized it was true. Amy did indeed look around that age. As she rolled along the carpet her clothes seemed way too baggy for her size. Her shoes had already fallen off, and her feet had disappeared into her pants. "Do you feel okay?"
"Yeah, I just...feel a lot more playful!" Amy gleefully responded. She tried to stand back up, but her feet caught in her pant legs and she toppled to the floor once again. She sat there for a minute, looking over her body. "I think it stopped," she said in a much higher voice than an eighteen-year-old. She looked about four feet tall now.
"I'm shrinking, too," Lina observed remorsefully. Her feet were lifting off the floor as she sat on the edge of her bed, and she kicked her shoes off. Little claw nails were poking through her socks. "We need to get to the store," she stressed.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Lina? Amy?" called Lina's mother. "Keep it down, okay? Your father is watching television."
"Okay, mom," Lina said. Then, in a whisper, "Out the window. Quick!"
Amy stood up, still having trouble balancing for some reason. She held up her pants with one hand and grabbed the panpipes with the other. Lina was sinking faster than Amy had, and was having trouble pushing her window up very far. Amy helped her and the two girls tumbled out into a bush.
Both girls lost their very loose pants to the tangled branches. When they emerged from the bush, they discovered more changes had been revealed.
Most noticeably, Amy's legs were completely covered in dark brown fur. Her feet were gone. In their place were two cloven hooves. "No wonder I had trouble standing," Amy said. She stood once more and found a way to balance herself on her new goatish legs.
Lina stood as well, finding out that she was now much shorter than Amy was. She only came up to Amy's chest, whose very flat appearance was partly masked by a very baggy shirt. Her legs were becoming covered in silver fur, which glinted orange in the setting sun. Pain from her back told her that a small tail was beginning to grow.
"I'm turning into a mouse," she said to herself, still trying to believe what was happening.
"More like a rat, with that ring you stole," Amy's youthful voice taunted. The ring in question was now very close to slipping off Lina's thinning finger. "And I'm a goat!" she exclaimed, more naively proud of the fact than fearful.
"A satyr, I think," Lina remarked. "Satyrs like to play the panpipes, don't they?"
"Oh, yeah. I guess they do," Amy mused. She then proceeded to try out another song on her pipes.
"Let's just hurry to that shop!" Lina commanded once again. As the sun set, the two friends made their way down the street, with Amy gleefully whistling away on her instrument.