...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 on her new taloned 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, Kelly felt 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 two iron shackles were clasped around her ankles and her wrists. The insides warmed as invisible runes glowed on the inside against her skin. Her new instincts told her these were to bind her to whoever summoned her, and she didn't mind at all. That's what imps were meant to do. To serve greater demons, and sometimes mortals who summoned them...but only in respect of finding weakness and using it to their own mischievous end.
The machine whirred as a ragged bit of torn leather was stretched around her diminished breasts, a similar loincloth belted around her waist, hanging down between her legs with little skulls on the buckle. In her minds eye she saw her human disguise, a girl about 10 years of age with hair tinted pink and dark blue eyes. The closet whirred as it clasped around her feet, her waist, and chest. When the parts moved away, Kelly looked down critically at her new clothes and an unsettling smile traced her dark lips. Now her feet were in sneakers that seemed styled like red converse, but these were demonic. The white rubber oversoles had a natural jagged design that almost made them seem like teeth, the bottoms were slightly spiked and the design of the star was upside down. She wore only a ragged loincloth over where privates had once been and would never be again, tied at the waist by a belt with a clasp that looked like a sharp-toothed, impish grin. Her torso was covered by the remains of a tattered shirt with the image of an imp on the front. In all it was a cute but very demonic look.
Kelly nodded approvingly....this was the proper look for an imp.
"Awesome! Now its time..."