Tim's demonic vision was racing through the possibilities of what to change this drunk man into. Tim, to be
fair, only had the partial ability to control what he could see- the images in his head were racing through at
what felt like a very high speed- fast enough even to make Tim kind of sick and queasy. But what control he
did have, he used to slow down the maelstrom of choices. He didn't really want to turn this man into anything,
but the demoness side of Tim compelled him to. Some of the images were quite grotesque and alien like- Cthulhu
and Nyarlathotep, eat your heart out. Others were clearly non human and ugly, but not too bad compared to the
first choices. They were sort of like an evil version of the little green men from Mars or the Grey aliens
from the Zeta Reticuli binary star system popular in UFOlogy circles(Tim was somewhat of a UFO and conspiracy
geek even though he didn't believe in any of it). Then came the more humanoid shapes, which still weren't
quite human, but as Homer Simpson might say "Eh, close enough". Tim had decided what to pick.
While Tim had been deciding what to turn Lothario into, the man's body had been shifting and twisting into
amorphous shapes. This was actually quite terrifying, you see, since the man was entirely conscious while it
happened. Imagine, if you will, your line of sight suddenly, every second, changing directions. Inwards,
outwards, over flabs of skin, under dense muscle tissue. Your sense of breath being smothered when your mouth
was inside of your body, drowned in blood, and then suddenly where your scalp should be. Transformation magic
didn't have to be this cruel or scary, but hey, it was demonic magic. What do you expect from those guys?
Finally, the man's body had begun to mold into it's proper shape. He lost some mass, which disappeared into
nothingness, and his body felt very much different than before. Lighter, tinier, with a different center of
gravity.
What stood before Tim now was a petite woman(even shorter than Tim's demoness body) with curly blonde hair
swimming in her old male clothes. She had fish like eyes that protruded from her eye sockets, and a lizard
like forked tongue. Otherwise, her face was gorgeous. Adorable, even. A far cry from the drunken brute of just
a few moments ago. Tim couldn't see it from his angle, but she also had a medium sized, hairless, cat like
tail coming from the direction of her tailbone.
Tim folded his thin, demoness arms under his chest. Impressive for a first time magic user, he thought.
"What's your name?" asked Tim.
The man's now helium like voice began to speak up. "Sam. Who are you? What are you?"
"You may call me, Tammy" decided Tim. "You might say that I'm from Down South."
Sam nodded her cute little head, clearly scared. Whatever machismo the former man had had evaporated all away.