You pull this furry thing around in front of you, and you feel a sharp pain in your back. It's attached to you. Or, to be more accurate, it was growing out of you. In your hands is a thick, black cat's tail. You shiver when you realize that you can sense your hands holding onto it through its soft fur.
You let it go and it swishes around behind you. You look back into the mirror and raise your hands to your head to confirm that the two things you saw there were two black cat's ears. Your old ears were gone, changed and migrated closer to the top of your head.
The maid's dress has been getting tighter and tighter all this time. You feel as if you're about to burst out of it. You try to pull your small shoes off your feet, but they're pressed so tight against your feet it's impossible to move them. Your privates suddenly send a sharp, half-pained, half-pleasurable sensation to your brain. The thong you're wearing is so taut, it's cutting its way into your pussy. You reach underneath your skirt to attempt to pry it off, but the only thing you succeed in doing is elicit more sensual responses.
You collapse on the floor, one hand desperately groping your vagina with no constructive purpose and one hand clutching your collar, which is starting to choke you. Its fierce rings echo off the bathroom walls. The room disappears amidst a sea of groggy stars and all you feel now is the thong, stretched to feel wire-thin, and your finger as they struggle to make the pleasure drown out the pain...
You might be unconscious, you're not sure, but at some point everything you're feeling disappears. Maybe it had died down a while ago, but the sensations were so intense they lingered in your mind. You find yourself where you were seconds...or hours before, sprawled on the bathroom tiles.
"Are you all right?" a man asks you from the end of a long tunnel.
You can't be sure, but you think you tell him you are.
You feel a hand grab yours, and he helps you weakly to your feet. Your legs tremble slightly and you slowly start to regain your senses. The world comes back clear as day, and your hearing clears up.
Mr. Archblack is standing with you, helping you maintain your balance. "It seems you were on the verge of destroying that lovely uniform," he says politely. "I heard the bell from my study and found you struggling on the floor."
You take a few long, deep breaths. "It started choking me," you say, and you notice one of your hands is still on your collar. It's much looser on you now.
"On the contrary, you were growing too big for it. When I saw what was happening, I quickly cast a shrinking charm."
You notice that he's a few inches taller than before. When his words sink in, you realize that you're actually a few inches shorter. Even when you first put on the maid's dress, the outfit seemed a little small on you. Now it's a perfect fit.
"I don't know what caused the growth, but I'm fairly certain it was the house having some more fun with its newest guest." He doesn't mention anything about your very obvious cat ears or tail. "Well, I must be going back to my research."
"Excuse me," you say as he heads out of the room and into the hall. "If it's possible, could you please just raise my height about three inches? I wasn't this short before."
The man's face doesn't change. You can't tell if you've insulted his accuracy with shrinking charms or not.
"It won't be much good," he says dismissively. "This house has ways of counteracting such simple things."
You stop yourself from saying the ability to change the size of people is "simple?" He smiles and walks away down the hall.
You retreat back into the bathroom and look in the mirror. The eighteen-year-old girl that stares back at you is a little shorter, a little less human than you'd like. Your ears pivot atop your head, and you're fascinated by how well they amplify the sounds of the old house. You can even hear a drafty breeze blowing through the hallway.
Another thing you notice is your hair. It's been disheveled from the incident, but regardless, it seems different. You notice that it has grown back in. In fact, it's even longer than it was when you first arrived at the house. The tips of your hair reach to your bottom. The white band you used to make a ponytail has grown down with the locks it's attached to, and many locks of hair have slipped out of it. You pull the loosened band through your hair and toss your head back and forth to straighten it out. Now you realize it's definitely changed. Your hair is noticeably thicker. It billows out from your head in a widespread, slightly untamed waterfall that clearly fits the definition of "mane." It takes a little effort, but you manage to pull it all together and tie it once again with the white lacy band. Even in a ponytail it looks like it might get in your way, but for now it will have to do.
You leave the bathroom, hoping your clothes will be finished by now and that you can convince Mr. Archblack to try and remove your ears and tail.