You stifled a laugh as you walked into the living room after taking a shower.

Your recent outing with Crowley had taken you to a time in the middle of a plague, and while creating a cure, he had tested a model on himself. It had been two hours since then, and now, before you, stood (on all fours, by the way) a tiny version of Crowley, with large, cat-like black ears on his head, pinned irritably, and a long, fluffy tail that lashed. He looked adorable in his new kitten form.

He groaned, looking at his tail.

"What in Satan's name is happening to me?"

His usual suave, deep voice was a few pitches higher, matching his new image.