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Alisaundra lets the two play for a few moments as she shows Donna how to mix the next part of the mix, idly jotting down a few alchemical notes on a sheet in the traditional symbol script of the craft for the transformed woman to keep for herself. When she finishes, she distracts the pair by sitting down on their collective lap and with two hands, takes their heads and steadies them while the other two begin applying what looks to be makeup.
"Now now you two, no rushing to the finish line until the whole race has been run." Her voice is more amused than chiding, interrupting their personal playtime without apology. "I need you both to hold very, very still while I work. She works with her brush and implements to carefully apply the makeup to both faces, occasionally looking with a critical eye from one to the other, making small adjustments as the tingling commences. When she moves away, finally, both faces have changed into the faces of twin women, dusky skinned to match the rest of her body with blood red lips and elaborate makeup reminiscent of certain pyramid-building civilizations long past and identical to each other as images in a mirror. Each head's thick, wild, black hair falls to her chin, and her voices aren't quite identical, with just enough tone to discern one brown-eyed beauty from the other.
As she stands and moves behind, she takes Phillip's arm, and paints elaborate, feathery patterns on the skin as the former man's finger's merge rather like Donna's, arms elongating, but keeping the rigid joints. When she releases it, when Phillip shakes out his arm, the feathers seem to unfurl from the new wing his arm has become. She repeats the process with the other, and soon the conjoined woman enjoys a lovely pair of snowy-white wings erupting from her backside.
"And you said you wanted to be cuddly, and sensual, something that the children could feel safe with while still being able to indulge your own desires when on your own..." She directs Donna to pick up her own palette of inks and the two begin carefully painting every square inch of the conjoined angel's exposed flesh, save for the front of her torso, and her quad breasts, leaving them untouched by the tawny, yellowish-colored body paint the two collaborators inch all over their body.
Phyllis' arms change into semi-paws that look like feline paws, with an extra-long dewclaw, allowing her to retain the function of hands, for the most part, but with feline claws matched by their shared feet, which fully morph into feline paws. As Alisaundra pulls the two to their feet, and they shake off, their body seems to shake out the tawny, lion-like fur as they drop to all fours and their hand-paws catch them easily. Phyllis finds that she controls the hands alone, and can easily grab, and grip things, despite having a body somewhere between woman and feline.
Phillip's control is of the hind legs, and the wings. The lion-like tail that erupts from their posterior seems to have a mind of it's own, reflecting their mood as they pad about.
"Now, you two will have to get used to cooperating. The hind legs and the wings belong to you..." she pokes the formerly masculine Phillip on the nose, "but the arms and picking things up, grabbing things, playing with your new bits belong to you." She pokes Phyllis on the nose.
She helps the pair get themselves upright, like a human, and with some effort, and cooperation they find they are able to stand and walk like a human with minimal discomfort even though being on all fours feels far more natural.
"Well, my two-headed sphinx, here you are, one being, with two minds and personalities, and you must cooperate to live, though from what I see, that will hardly be a problem for the both of you." Alisandra smiles slightly before removing the safety gloves she never really needed and sliding the living leather gloves back onto and into her hands, one by one.
"And because you are one person, now, you'll both need to know how you feel, so you can help each other." Alisaundra presses a pair of hands to each head simultaneously and kisses each in turn on the forehead, using her half-demon magic to link their awareness so that each head can feel the emotions of her partner. "You won't be reading each others' minds any time soon, but you will share your emotions as befits a creature such as yourself."
Alisaundra turns and presents the four-breasted, twin-headed Sphinx, now looking to be no older than her late twenties or very early thirties to the crowd, blissfully unaware that another feline customer talking to the other Half-Demon she spotted earlier is unhappy with her own changes.
"So, does this form meet with your approval, my ladies?" she asks with great aplomb. More quietly she adds, "You two should definitely look into seeking training with magic of some variety. Even with my alchemy and your shared life forces, you shouldn't have rejuvenated this far. You have some potential, and by my eyes, not a trivial gift that you both share now, apparently."
She looks at the lovely creature critically, then shakes her head, wondering how this eclectic, loving pair had been missed by the childhood tests that screened for this type of talent.