"Whoa!" Amy said. "I just felt a chill."
However, Lina shivered, too, and she was the first to notice a change. Her ripped black shorts transformed into a blue-and-white pleated skirt, her fishnet undershirt disappeared, and her overshirt became little more than a blue scoop-neck sports bra, showing off plenty of cleavage. A blue-and-white "S" appeared on the top over her right breast, and a cursive "Lina" in white stitching appeared over the left. The studded bracelets remained on her wrists, and the matching collar that had started all this still encircled her neck. Nothing else -- not her tattoos, not her piercings, not her makeup, not her hair -- had changed.
"This outfit is a little skimpy --" Lina started to say, but she was interrupted by a gasp from Amy. Her zebra fur was receding, replaced by human skin, but it quickly became obvious that it was only affecting the upper half of her body, except for her ears, which remained zebra-like.
Amy reached back for her tail, and looked at her legs, still not shaped like human legs, still covered with black and white fur, still ending in hooves. "At least I've got ten fingers again --" she started to say, but realized the changes to her were continuing. Her zebra-striped skirt shortened considerably, and her matching zebra-striped shirt shrank until it was little more than a bikini top. She watched as plenty of new jewelry appeared, from rings embedding themselves in her zebra ears to a silver horseshoe through her septum to three rings around her lower lip.
Then the tattoos appeared. Amy's arms became covered from shoulder to wrist with colorful abstract shapes that resembled a flower garden, a red/orange/yellow sun-shaped design appeared on her upper chest (partially covered by her top), and a formation of three bees appeared on her stomach, to the left of her newly-pierced navel.
Lina and Amy both held their breath, but the seconds ticked by with no further changes. Finally Amy broke the silence: "What the hell?"
"Uh, I don't know," said Lina.
"I didn't go back to normal," complained Amy. "I look more like you, and you look like a Goth cheerleader with goat legs."
"I hate to admit it, but I kinda like this," said Lina, looking at herself in the mirror. Then she looked back at Amy. "You want to try again? Maybe be more specific."
"Maybe we should wait for the manager," Amy muttered, reaching a hand up to feel the furry, oddly-shaped ears that stuck out from the side of her head.