"Ooooh~" her voice, involuntarily escaping in an expression of curious eagerness as her eyes fix themselves on a very odd sort of apparatus. It looked like a 1950's hair dryer, complete with comfy chair, along with an odd shield for one's face. Like the other machines, it looked to be coin operated. Grabbing her fallen off pants and purse she almost zipped over to it, bouncing with odd energy. Amy knew she should be scared, should be fleeing, but this was just too much fun. With a giggle that spoke of mischief to come, the girl sat herself down in the seat, fidgeting a few times to get comfy before inserting the needed coin.
"Scanning. Species found. Please insert additional coins for full treatment." A monotone female voice coming from the machine as a red light washes over the short demon.
"Awwww, expensive!" a pout on Amy's face. A face unchanged from its original human self as, with a shrug, the girl puts in another coin, and then two more, for a total of a dollar.
"Credits reached. Please push lever for activation." Amy shrugging as she does so, finding a comfy spot and waiting.
Thankfully, as Amy would probably have ended up wandering off if it took too long, the machine rumbled to life a moment later, almost burning air beginning to swell about her head as something began sucking at her head. It was loud, almost too loud, the wind blowing hard as her hair was sucked up into the machine, some sort of energy washing over it. It hurt at first but within a few moments it just started to feel, well, nice. The pain was still there but the changing imp wasn't feeling it. At least, not feeling pain like she did before. It was just a singular feeling, a warm burning sensation that felt lovely.
After a minute, the dryer stopped, Amy's hair utterly changed as it fell to earth. An uncontrollable squee rising from her mouth as she stared at her now pink hair, drawn into too cute pigtails designed to make her look more innocent. "No one'll ever suspect me!" giggling as the machine began to rumble again, heat reaching her head once more.
This time the heat was not from hot air but from the machine itself, a pair of arms swooping down and beginning to knead flesh like it was clay. By all rights, it should be excruciating, and it would have been, if not for the new way Amy felt pain. Instead it was almost...bliss? Non-sexual certainly, but it felt amazing as the hands began to knead her ears into longer points, sticking back like a pair of cute blue knives as her hearing became sharper.
A few moments later, the hands moved up, beginning to tug on her forehead where a pair of midnight blue lumps were forming. Kneading and pulling skillfully, Amy's forehead began to sprout a pair of horns, slender little things, curving upwards into sharp and thin points a few inches above her head. They were dainty, not threatening, adding to her cuteness and giving her an air of slight danger. Perfect for her really.
"Ah! This is awesome!" giggling as the machine stopped and the bliss faded, about to get up when she heard the rumble again. "Huh, more?" eager sounding, "Bring it on!" pre-empting a question about a facial. A facial that was brought on by a metal mask sliding over her face and forcing her mouth open, pushing something inside as a bright light began to shine on her eyes, the not-pain almost too much for her. She could feel the heat, the should-be-pain, and the molding of her flesh in such an intense combination that she almost passed out, muffled moans and gasps coming from her during the long minutes that the thing was on her face. Once it withdrew, however, she knew it was all worth it.
Her face was...different. Oh, sure, it was still Amy. Anyone that knew her would recognize her. But it was an Amy with a pair of obvious cute fangs and sharper teeth. An Amy with a pointed tongue, sticking it out revealing that it was a good foot or so (though it fit in her mouth without trouble). It was an almost younger and more innocent looking Amy with poutier and cuter lips stained a bit darker blue than her skin, with cuter cheekbones, a bit of baby fat, and a more perfectly shaped nose. It was an Amy with larger eyes, pupils red slits, irises glowing a baleful ice-blue in a sea of black. It was an Amy that looked like an imp. That felt like an imp. That was an imp. She knew it in her bones, in her, well, what passed for a soul now, that she was a demonic creature. And she loved it.
"Eeee! That's awesome! I look so cool!" jumping up and down, shirt still too big on her. Eyes darting about, she finds herself drawn to...