Amy walked slowly now, feeling her six breasts jiggling slightly as she walked and pressing against each other. This was a feeling she was definitely going to have to get used to. She looked at her hands, the only things still human about her form, and felt concerned that she needed to do something about that.
Just as luck would have it, she noticed another machine nearby that said "Manicures and More." Approaching it, she saw two slots where she could put her hands in. There was also a larger, rounder slot higher up, but she didn't know what that was for. She still had money left, so she put the required quarters into the receptacle and put her hands inside the slots.
"Please choose a species," a voice similar to the one from the vending machine said.
"Cat," Amy replied.
"Do you wish to have a complete facial at no additional charge?"
Amy thought about this one. She already had fur. Maybe it was going to give her fangs as well as claws? That might be neat. "Sure, give me the works," Amy said.
She felt the machine going to work on her hands, rolling over them, massaging them and pulling her fingernails. Then, out of the larger slot, a black plunger-like device extended and attached itself around her nose and mouth. Amy screamed in surprise, but it was muffled severely. She could feel the suction on her face as her teeth began to ache and her tongue dried out. The pole holding the plunger slowly retracted, stretching Amy's face painfully. She continued to moan in pain through the black rubber.
A red beam caught her in the eyes and she was temporarily blinded. Meanwhile, her fingertips began to feel irritated in much the same way as a persistent hangnail would nag at the skin. Finally, the suction ended. The plunger detached with a pop and flew back into the machine. Her hands were freed and her vision started to return. The room looked foggy at first, but as she blinked her eyes it became brighter and clearer. One thing that didn't seem right was the lack of color. She looked around and saw that everything was in black and white.
Then she realized her nose was sticking out far too much to be noticeable with her own eyes. Feeling with newly clawed fingers, Amy became aware of the feline muzzle that was her new face. Her fangs were sharp and her nose was flat, black and leathery. She saw a small mirror on the side of the machine and looked into it. Staring back at her was a half-human, half-cat face with the same gray and black stripes but a new shape. Slitted eyes peered out above a short muzzle. She even had short black whiskers! "Wow," she said. "That's what I call a catgirl." There was a slight feline timbre to her voice, though she had no trouble speaking words. She tested a few meows and was delighted to hear she could make perfect cat noises as well.
She practiced flexing her claws. They retracted into her fingertips and popped out again. The machine had given her thicker fingers, and mercifully kept her opposable thumbs. She also had thick pads on her palms and fingers. Amy knew she had finally finished transforming into a real catgirl.
"This is so great!" she squeaked. "I can't wait to tell Lina! Mrrow!" With this, she dashed through the store, once again in search of her friend.