Anna's Cookies (TF)

Anna was in her room listening to music as she noticed her mom come in. She sighed, taking one headphone out of her ear. "...What?" She flatly said. "Dear, can you please take the cookies out of the oven when they're done? Thank you!" Her mother left, getting in her car. Anna sighed, continuing to listen to music until the cooking alarm went off. She got up lazily and went to the kitchen, glancing at the cookies. "Ugh, why does she STILL bake cookies? I'm not FIVE, I don't eat 'em..." she shook her head, looking around for something to hold pick up the tray with.
Looking around she couldn't find that stupid pink mitt that her mother uses. Opening a few drawers, she finds a blue mitt. One she had never seen before. The cookies were beginning to burn slightly, as she put the glove on. Suddenly, she felt her entire body tense up. It almost felt like something was forcing her posture to change. She looked at the mit, as her body began changing. Her free hand had began darkening. Her skin was more... normal. It wasn't pale like she was used to. She felt her outer tank top loosen a bit, as she looked at it. It felt like her shirt was loosening around her, hanging down until the neckline was around her chest. Her jeans loosened, feeling much looser, as if they were changing in material. She teetered a bit, her shoes growing heels. "W-what the hell's going on??"
Her changes continued. She gasped, her dyed hair turning a dirty blonde. "W-wha?? I just dyed this!!" She growled, before she felt a new sensation. In the back of her head, she felt a nagging feeling. More specifically, it felt like a voice. A voice nagging her constantly. Like her mom, but worse. She felt her pants and shirt fuse, as her tank top continued to loosen, growing in the process.
The nagging only grew louder, before she realized something-- It was her voice. Her own voice was telling her naggish things, such as how dirty the kitchen is, how the cookies can use some work, etc. Before she knew it, her other hand had a mitten on it as well. Her hair was growing, and quickly. It was such a bizarre feeling, as she gasped, her hands running over her body as she feels her body fill out, her breasts and hips growing to accomodate her new outfit, a blue old-fashioned dress with a baby blue apron. She opened her eyes, and her mind was clear. Quickly pulling the cookies out, she placed them by the windowsill. She looked around a bit and huffed.
"Goodness golly me! What a mess in here! This place sure can use some work!" She giggles and sighs. "A woman's work is never done, I tell you!"