"Ding Dong", the doorbell rings. After overcoming part of your shock you shout, "Coming!". Realizing that you cannot be seen this way you start fishing frantically in the Styrofoam flakes of the box. Suddenly you find something. Looking at it you see that it's a key with 3 obvious buttons on it, one depicts a fox, another one a motorcycle and the next one a human figure. Desperately you press the human figure.
Immediately the changes begin to happen. Your nose starts to change back to a more human form and it seems as if you were shrinking, too. Suddenly your peripheral vision gets blocked. You reach up to your eyes and find they have been turned into goggles. Lifting them up and looking at the nearest reflexion you find hat your face has to be at least vaguely human, "This will have to do" you mutter as you answer the door.
It was your upstairs neighbour, a red haired young woman, perhaps in her late 20s, certainly not a model, but nevertheless a nice person as as far as you knew, single. "Hi, I was just wondering if you are alright, I've heard some terrible noise", your neighbor said biting her lower lip, "Nice outfit, BTW, didn't know you were into motorcycles.". You studder trying to find an answer, "Y... yeah, just some pots fell down, nothing serious, don't worry". "Maybe we should go on a trip together, unfortunately I've got an appointment in a few minutes. I'll keep in touch", she says and waves, "Bye". "Bye" you stumble surprised that you already seemed human enough to convince her. Closing the door again you rush to your full body mirror in the bedroom.
What you look at certainly passes as a human. Your face certainly looks like it used to be, though there was a bit of a stubble, and you are now wearing a pair of goggles on your forehead. The rest of your head is covered by a nearly spherical red helmet. No traces of ears or handle bars are to be seen, and as you reach back it also ends normally without any cockpit. As you look at your arms you see that you are wearing a pair of normal looking black gloves. You also see the sleeves of the red leather motorcycle jacket you are wearing and further down a pair of matching motorcycle pants. Overall you look like you've been before, though perhaps a little bit more buff. "Whew", you say to yourself, "Finally back to normal". Trying to pull on one of the gloves you notice that they won't come off. You reach for the zipper of your jacket and pull it down. It opens revealing your naked chest, but as you try to pull it off, it seems to be stuck on you. Trying the same with your pants reveals the same problem, while you can open them and pull them down a bit, you seem to be unable to actually strip. "Ohh not again", you cry to yourself.
Taking another look at the key fob, you reason, "Maybe the other buttons can turn me back". You decide to give the "fox" button a try, and as you press it, changes start to happen. Within seconds you shrink another bit and fur starts to grow as well as a tail. Your face is now the one of an anthropomorphic fox, large triangular ears peek through freshly created holes in the helmet. You try to pull off your jacket and pants, but to no avail, they still won't come off. Since it's no use you close them again. You decide to take another look at the box.
This time to carry it to your bathroom where you dig through it pushing the areas of flakes you have already searched out of the box. It felt like an obvious solution, though you still wonder if being a fox played some part in finding it. Eventually near the bottom you found a thin black and while printed booklet, "Guide of use" it proclaimed in English and apparently in some foreign language you cannot even recognize. You scroll to the first page which seems to have actual content in English reading, "We very chest-swollen with pride to have yo be customer. This produkt have is made to highest sdandarts of qualiti."
Reading further you encounter the following text: