Hooves shouldn't, by all means, be this natural. Racing out of the dressing room, you clop-clop lightly on the floor as you hurry to the counter. It's, honestly, not that hard to find really, being manned by, at this point anyway, a bored blonde, quite the bombshell, playing with her cellphone and filing her nails.
"Body! Changed! Red! Squeaky! What?!" You manage to work out in that pretty new voice of yours.
Rolling her eyes and giving an amused sigh, the woman gives you a look over. "Let me guess, you picked a costume and now you're that?"
You nod, furiously.
"And you want answers?" She seems to be smirking a little now.
"Y-Yes!" almost too loud, leaning forward, tail almost thrashing in fear and anticipation.
She shrugs, "magic costume. You're mostly a demoness now."
"I-I knew that! How do I get it off?!" your pretty voice coming out in rapid bursts, your breath heavy.
"Eh, you can't do a thing until it's complete" she rubs at your face a little. "See, still human up here. I need to finish you off if you want to be normal again."
You blink. Once. Twice. "I-I...but...I don't want to be...I don't want to be finished off..." nervous, scared really.
"Then good luck going back home looking like that." She moves to turn to her cell again.
"W-W-Wait! I-I'll...just...just do it! Please!" You're begging, fear obvious in your voice.
She shrugs again and without a word, takes a clawed hand and begins to lead you through the store. You can't help but keep your eyes on her, somehow you're unable to do anything else as she sits you down on a chair, a mirror in front, showing your upper profile. Looking you over she hmmms. "Eyes open" pulling out a case of something.
Obedient, you keep them open as she pulls out a pair of contacts. With expert precision and grace she slides each into your eye. You involuntarily blink a few times, a sensation of pain filling your head, though the pain seems to feel as nice as that pleasure you felt before. When you open your eyes again for real, everything seems quite a bit sharper. And your eyes are very very different. They're a little bigger, rounder, much more feminine and...a color no human's eyes have ever been. Whites replaced with black. A solid golden iris with three smaller triangular irises around it, also that same baleful gold. As much fear as you have seeing those eyes...they look awesome, don't they?
"I-I...I didn't expect that" You work out, unable to muster an effective defense against the feelings of awesome. "W-what's next?" looking at her, a little fidgety.
"Hair." a simple word. She sounds bored almost as she pulls out a comb and starts working it through your dirty brown hair. Each stroke seems to tangle up a bit, causing more of that delightful mixture of pleasure and pain. A feminine moan escapes your lips as you close your eyes, arching your back. A good minute or two later, the stroking stops and your eyes open, revealing a waterfall of too shiny and too straight midnight purple hair. Your sharp eyes instantly catch what it is, "It's...like my skin, isn't it?" You trail off, unable to muster horror at this revelation. Instead, you're caught by how beautiful it is, how it shines in the light. You...like it. You like the way it looks.
"Yeah, pretty much. Mouth, open" obeying without any hesitation, your open your mouth wide as can be. She pulls out a small eye-dropper full of something the same color as your skin and drips it in. You involuntarily find yourself sloshing it about your mouth like mouthwash before swallowing it. The taste is almost foul at first but quickly grows to something delicious.
"Open again" you do so, surprised at how your teeth seem to have sharpened into fangs, white and pearly. "Tongue out" another order. You roll out your tongue. And it rolls and rolls, two feet of bright crimson pointyness. You can feel that the muscles in it as dexterous as your tail or arms, and with the proper flexibility, you can get it to...you find yourself giggling at the thought, flushing slightly but unable to dispel the enjoyable thought of you getting yourself off with your tongue.
"Is my face next?" eagerness in your voice. It's tone properly perky. It just sounds better that way.
The attendant nods, "Yeah, horns too. Then we move on to accessories. You wanna stay like this?"
So casually asked. You don't even have time to think when you chirp, "Yeah! I wanna be a succubus forever!" When your mind catches up with what you just said, you...you can't really find a reason to object. You feel great, you look great, and you...you are great, aren't you?
She shrugs, nodding, nonchalant as she pulls out a mold of some kind, filled with bright red liquid, the same color as your body. It looks like it'll cover your whole face. Without being told what you need to do, you shove your face into the liquid, moans cut off as you feel it flowing over your pores and connecting with the rest of the...well, it's not really a costume anymore, is it? But, whatever it is, it's binding to you, just as the suit did a few minutes earlier.
When you pull your face away, you look...perfect. A cute little chin, yes. And that nose! It's so...elegant and feminine yet almost childish. Those pouty lips and adorable cheekbones! You're taken aback by what's atop your head. A pair of horns, elegant and regal. Very princess-like, pointing up into a pair of four-inch spikes. Your latex-hair curving over your ears, one of only two things of color on your succubine form. As you take your face in, the attendant coughs a little. "So, you want some accessories to go with yourself?"