"Yeow!" you roar, as your fingers retract into your hands, and claws erupt outward from the paw pads. Your skin is darkening to black, and you itch all over. Orange, black and white stubble emerge all over your naked body. You are acutely aware of every sound as your ears reshape and migrate to the top of your head. Your mouth aches, you taste blood, and spit out your old human teeth.
The raccoon-man crinkles his nose, and comments, "Hate the smell of blood. Now don't get any ideas, Tiger. You're going to be performing an important service. You may have heard that the male tiger recently died, and we were waiting to get another male tiger for our breeding program? Well, you've arrived!" He kicks your loose teeth on the floor, as you writhe on the floor holding your jaws. He adds, "Only problem with transformation is hair, nails and teeth won't transform, they just fall out, and are replaced. You probably didn't even notice your fingernails, toenails and human hair falling off." He kicks tufts of hair lying about the floor. You hadn't noticed, and with all the pain wracking your body, you're not really paying all that much attention.
Relief.
The pain ends. You lie there breathing heavily.
"Hurry, get up, and follow me," the raccoon-man orders.
You snarl at him, "Rar, I don't thrink sro!"
He glares at you and cracks his bullwhip.
Where did that come from? He must've gotten it while you were writhing on the floor.
You reach to grab for it, but zap. In his other hand he holds a cattle prod.
"Now, now, Tiger-man, we've got four horny tigresses waiting for your attention."
For some reason you like the idea of that.
"Do I get a uniform like yours?" you ask.
"We'll see," he says, "For now you're behind the scenes, and your duties won't require a uniform. Now follow me, and be quick. The zoo opens soon."