"Its that pan flute!" Amy thought, looking at the musical instrument on the bed. The tingling hadn't stopped, in fact it had continued, but now it had shifted. Amy could feel it move along her body like a warm wind and settle at her small feet where they dangled off the edge of the bed. Suddenly, her toes seized as the tingling caressed around each small digit, prickling over the pink painted nails.
"Oh no!" Amy cried. She strained to move her toes but found them already stiffening. The two outer toes fused together with the three inner ones, bones shifting and molding beneath them like they were made of clay. The pink nails began to grow, the polish straining as the cartiledge pushed out to cover over the newly fused digits. As it did, the rest of the cartiledge darkened, leaving only a thin line of the pink paint remaining on the very tip of the new "nail" though it wasnt that anymore. Amy watched, spellbound as her heel and ball of her foot joined closer together and formed the distinctive cloven hooves of a goat.
"No," Amy moaned, torn between horror and wonder seeing her feet changed. Dark brown curly hairs began to grow along her ankles and calfs as they began to thin, the joints popping and shifting to new positions as her legs became the slender but agile hocks of a young kid goat.