You don't care that you've shifted sex and gender. Nor do you really care that you've just shifted species. All you care about is that now you can have your revenge.
Time slows down as the transformation finishes and you stand. With an almighty crash, the table you're lying under flips over. You flick a pink scaled three finger hand and it goes flying across the room. You're sure this noise is going to attract some attention and you grin.
"What the hell is going on back here," a voice screams and you realize it's Jack.
As he steps through the door, you spread your wings, a good fourteen foot long, rear back your head and roar at the top of your lungs. Jack, who'd just stepped into the room, takes one look at you, nods as a smell of urine emanates from him and tells you," Right!" and attempts to flee.
You're upon him in a second, your rage building. Looking at him, you ask him in a guttural feminine voice, "Remember me Jack? You tried to turn me into a dog."
Jack makes a funny gurgling sound and smell of deification can now be smelled. You wrinkle your snout and drag him back into the front room. As you step into the room Lewis charges you, waving a baseball bat like a deranged baseball player. You simply swat him aside and he flies through the wall of a dressing room stall.
Sniffing, you note that he is unconscious, but not dead. Jack is babbling, "We're sorry. We're so sorry. You killed Lewis." Over and over.
You ignore him and strolling over to the boxes and begin to rip them apart, looking for another dog costume. You fail to find one and in the end, you settle for a costume of a white kitten tabby. Pushing it toward Jack, you tell him in a menacing tone, "You'll put this on or I have a new plaything and later, dinner!"
Jack gulps and begins to rip his clothes off. You turn, not wanting to watch, though you do sniff the air, taking note of all of Jack's movements.
After a bit you turn back and grin gleefully at the scared look on Jack's face as he zips up the back and then with some difficulty, pull on the head piece. Before your eyes Jack begins to shrink. He tries to say something, but it's garbled and is quickly lost in the mewing of a kitten.
Glaring at him, you lick your lips and reach down and pick up the white kitten. Inside the box, you see a flea and tick collar. Next to it is a collar with tags on it. "So, you'll permanently turn into that by placing the collars and tags on you," you reason out loud
The scared look on Jack's kitten face confirms this. You note that he, she, looked scared to began with. But that look worsened when you said what you said out loud. Plus there's the smell.
Jack stunk already of fear. Not he stunk worse. You reach down and pick up the collars and with some difficulty manage to get them wrapped around the kittens neck. The smell of Jack completely disappears and is replaced by the smell of a scared kitten. Reading the tags you note that her name is Softener and she belongs to someone named Abigale A.
You set the animal down and watch it scamper off. Turning to Lewis, you stroll across the room, pick him up and ask, "What shall we turn you into my sniveling friend?"
Lewis only whimpers something that sounds like, "Don't eat me. It was all Jack's idea."
You laugh at this and begin to go through the boxes again, looking for the appropriate punishment for this little worm. Something inside you wants revenge on all those at the party and another wants you to find the final remaining piece to this costume. For your part, you only mutter, "Soon."