A magic diagram appears for moment before flashing away... You wonder if that is it when you can feel your heart beat, your senses still garbled currently you notice that you are quickly regaining your lost height. Each beat of your heart cracks the cold china that is your skin causing pieces to begin flaking off. Revealing skin which while still pale by normal standards has a lot more color than before. You are Ecstatic at this you can't believe this is happening you'll finally be something other than a motionless doll. You notice that you are completely flesh and blood but the changes don't stop there. You quickly notice that you are still gaining height, a quick glance to the mirror tells you everything, you are getting older. You now seem to be at the physical age of thirteen when you cease to age giving you back your boobs even if only to A cup size. Your hair straightens out leaving most of it trailing on the floor while changing colors to a lavender with a lock going blonde. Strangely your back feels tense before relaxing. Curious you turn and look spotting two small bat like wings and a pointed tail. You also notice your eyes going bright red, your ears coming to points and a pair of fangs growing in. You quickly realise you are to large for the out fit you were wearing but are slightly relieved at seeing change along with you. It becomes much simpler and more of a dark red in color, It still is elegant maybe more so because of how much more simple it is. The gloves disapear altogether but sleeves remain as the out fit gives you yhe comfort of undergarments, and lastly a bright red tibbon tied aound your waist in a ribbon appears accentuating your slight but present figure. The changes cease as you take in what you are. You had to ask: "how does wanting to live how I want make me a demon?" The girl chuckles at your first spoken words before answering. "Demons life how they want, some live to protect others some for revenge and some for pleasure. While most end up selfish or sadistic demons aren't inherently like that they just want to live how they want. You can call me Hel." You tell her your name as you think about what she just said It makes sense and you accept it.