Heels.

Looking down at your cute sackable pink nailed toes you decide you need to try on the heels. You are quite flexible and slipping into them and buckling the tiny buckles proves rather easy. “I need a mirror.” You say quietly and a few odd words flow into your mind. You say them. A triple mirror like in a changing room, suddenly appears. “Woah. I just cast a spell.” Looking at your new beautiful self causes your face to flush a bit red and your heart to flutter. “Oh shit, I’m really sexy.” You strike all sorts of sexy poses, some showing more skin than others. Your hair is the dark red of anime and video games, with pink highlights, it is shaved to fuzz on the sides and back, and wild yet stylish on top. Your ears are slightly pointed, elven blood perhaps, then on your head you spot a bit of black in the tangle, horns, tiny horns. “Oh, I might be demonic or something.” Talking, you spot a couple things, a barbell pierces your tongue, and your teeth are perfect, with ever so slightly pointy canines, “Hmm, not quite fangs. Raar.” You lunge at the mirror and mock bite and claw, your body responds with the canines, your cute pink fingernails, and even your horns growing longer. The surprise, not helped by the tall heels, sends you falling back and you land on your butt with a thump. “Owe.” The mirror vanishes, and everything shrinks back to normal.

You climb back to your feet and walk back to your backpack to get changed. Someone knocks on the door and a voice asks, “Everything okay in there? Want me to come in?”

You think it is the elf, but not positive.