...the closet. The one with the signs saying "Auto-Closet 3000!" The one with the bill slot. Grabbing her fallen purse, she pulled out a dollar from her wallet, racing to the machine and inserting it, before shucking her shirt and darting into the closet. Inside was a mirror, full body, where she could see herself in full for the first time.
It was about what she expected. Mostly. 4'9 based on the markings on the wall. A good foot and a half of bright pink hair. Cute little claws (when she grew them she didn't know) on her feet and hands. That adorable face. That flicking spade tail. But some things were different. Her much smaller chest was present, a cute pair of breasts on her, but looking closely, they lacked nipples. Looking down, she found a similar fate had befallen her between her legs and at her rear, her bellybutton having vanished as well. A flickering bit of knowledge swam into her head, unbidden. Of course she doesn't have them, she's not a sexual creature, an imp not a succubus. Demons like her don't have need for those. Duh.
For a moment, for the first time, Amy looked uncertain. She's already changed so much. Maybe she should go back and find someone and see about becoming human again. Becoming a boring, short lived, stupid human. With boring pink skin and boring hair and boring eyes and not being an awesome imp! "Maybe I'll see about changing back after I get some new clothes on" tail flickering about as she waited. Stupid waiting, it sucks.
"Ah!" eeping as she felt something around her neck, latching tightly. Looking at it, she could see a black leather collar, chased in silver, bound around her throat. There was no visible latch, no way of getting it off. Somehow, that didn't worry her though. After all, it looked cool. Right? Especially as the collar began to glow a light blue color, the same as her skin, invisible runes on the inside warm and comfy against her.
Relaxing a bit, she began to watch as a dark leather garment pushed its way against her chest, a tubetop that barely covered her breasts, held up by straps that seemed to worm their way out to her collar, attaching themselves with removable latches. "At least I can take this one off~" giggling a bit as she pushed her chest forward, amused at how well the top showed off her minuscule assets.
The machine began to lift her up, some sort of force pulling her higher as a tight pair of black leather shorts, skintight almost, found their way onto her body, covering her hips and thighs and little else. A naughty outfit, certainly, giving all sorts of bad ideas to dirty minded people as long leggings wormed their way onto her legs, leaving a few inches of skin exposed. As a final touch, a pair of leather boots formed on her feet, the entire outfit a symphony of dark black leather chased in silver.
"Huh, something..." reaching her hands into her pockets, pulling out a wallet and a cell phone. The cellphone was hers. Same contacts. Same make. Same model. Though there was a little flame symbol on the back that seemed to burn with some fel power. The wallet, however, was different. Slim little thing. Some cash inside. Along with a credit card and three forms of ID. The first was her driver's license, looked the same as before but it showed her new height (4'9) and new weight (85 pounds) along with a human looking picture of her new face. The second and third were new. Both gave a new name, Am'raykaith (Already her mind was internalizing it and shortening it to Amy, like normal). One looked like her state ID but it was her real face and listed the type of demon she was along with other information. Issued, it seemed, by the local department of Supernatural Services. The second was a folded piece of parchment, her mind instantly knowing that it was her summoning contract listing the terms and conditions for her presence on this plane. Putting her wallet back in order, the new imp nodded to herself, stepping out of the closet, excited about her new life.
"A-Amy?!" causing her head to turn, eyeing a Lina that's...