Werecat Transformation

Katrina explains. "Well, I really want you to be a werecat because I like you. Besides, you'll become whatever type of were-creature you're nearest, and I think the transformation will also change your mind. You'll like it! Wanna watch?" She hands you the mirror from her purse, and you blink in shock at your reflection. Already, your nose is wet and pink, your ears are furry, twitching triangles, and ... you look behind you as an odd sensation quivers along your spine ... you have grown a tail. You watch fascinatedly as the changes come. Your jaw almost seems to dislocate as it becomes a feline muzzle. You can already feel the fur coming in beneath your clothes, even as your hands subtly alter into a shape not unlike the paws of the Siberian tiger at the zoo, if much more dainty.

Written by Mitchell Lord (edited by wanderer)

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