"The wheezing whistle given off by the antique flute had be underwhelming at best, or so she thought, as she slowly brought her hand up to scratch her suddenly itchy ears.
Before she could wonder about the unusual shape and fuzzy texture they seemed to have taken on, a sudden, stinging pain drew her attention to her forehead, where two small, stubby horns had just popped out of her skin.
Meanwhile, a one-inch thick strip of soft fluff quickly sarted to sprout from the nape of her neck and do...