Well now that she'd had her revenge on the company that had fired her
Marget had no further use for a womans body covered in scales,with a slightly extended jawline,short horns and a tail with a set of barbs at the end of it.Her wings had never ever burst out of her scaly backside,but had simply sat as two buches of
wind muscle and thin bone fingers under the two bumps that had formed
on her upper back.All those useless things and her stretched out human jaws were good for now was giving her backache and toothache.
From experience she knew that staying in this homo-furry form beyond the practical period the pain would only increase over time.
Though the B. Extract (dragon) still coursing in her veins would continue to alter her
body,continuing to lengthen her snout,flatten down her nose,lengthen those
horns,start growing tailspikes,lengthen her blunt talons,cause her growing wings to eventually burst through the scaly hide on her back and
other changes making her more the anthro-dragoness,
the increaded pain from that continuing
redistribution of muscle mass,thickening of bones,lengthening of neck vertebtrae ,etc tended to make continuing the tf not worth it.
Very few homo-furries went that far.
So Margaret phoned up the apartment and asked her sister
Alice to come over with a chane of clothes and a few bottles of homo-pure.
Alice,now trotting about as a homo-furry anthro fox vixen,had come with the stuff and told her twin sister she was heading off to her
boyfriends apartment,where they could do it.
So Margaret had poured a bottle of the over-the-counter
homo-pure down her throat and lay down,waiting for the changes to slow
down and then reverse.
It hadn't.
It should have .
99% Effective was the blurb on the pill bottles.
So Margaret phoned up her sisters apartment number.
There was no answer.
She phoned up her sisters cellphone.
Know one answered.
Now that wasn't like Alice.
Margaret contacted the Jail Infirmary doctor and asked for a more potent under-the-counter homo-pure only available to homo-furry doctors.