Three tents

The three girls walked together away from the clearing where they had performed their ritual and down the hill. All three were still naked as they felt no need to wear clothing and their new bodies seemed impervious to the scratches that they would have expected given the rough ground and branches they were passing through. Their demonic benefactor followed behind them, insubstantial and invisible to all but them.

The Demoness (Technically a demon since it had no actual gender) looked at its handiwork and smiled. The self appointed 'leader', Dominique, once a social outcast and self-described witch who sat in her room fantasizing about what she would do when she got some real power had been turned into a sexy, pale skinned, raven haired goddess whose body burned with so much raw sexual power that she was almost blinding. Leslie, her self image long-ago shattered by her peers focus on her physical differences had become almost suicidal when she realized how different she really was. Now she stood tall and proud, a flame haired Sapphic siren whose pale freckles accentuated her alluring figure.

The third one, mousy submissive little Jenny, had fallen in with the other two after being rejected by every other group at school. Poor little Jenny whose glasses, mousy brown hair and debilitating shyness meant she could find no niche at her new school. Jenny now strode with a confidence born of the surety that she would never be rejected again. She was a 'God Damn Princess' now and she would get everything she deserved.

The demon felt proud of its accomplishments as the group walked into another clearing in which three tents were set up.

"Perfect" said the demon to 'its' girls "One for each of you. Dominique should take the middle one, Leslie the right and Jenny the left."

The girls decided to follow 'their' demoness' suggestion since they couldn't think of anything better and as they opened the tents and looked inside none were disappointed.