Standing below Tom, with one hand on his furry knee, was Julie, the half-wood nymph for whom Jessica and I were searching. She looked stunning. The nymph was wearing a shimmering green burlesque costume that accentuated her ample breasts, and was sporting a pair of shiny black stillettos from which fishnet stockings ran all the way up her shapely legs. Her black hair was carefully coifed and styled in the manner of a 1940's pinup girl. The only thing that distinguished her from an ordinary knock-out were her odd ears, the tips which came to a subtle but nonetheless noticeable elfin point. It was likewise impossible to ignore the large carrot that she was holding in her opposite hand. I was about to step out in the clearing to announce our presence but I felt Jessica, my anthro giraffe companion and guide to Pleasure Island, grab my new tail and hold me back. "Ouch," I hissed. "Just wait 'till they're finished," she mouthed in a virtually silent whisper.
"So Tom, are you still one hundred percent certain that you're just a human man and not a bunny rabbit?" asked the black haired bombshell, tapping the bright orange carrot against her side.
"Pretty sure," answered my friend woozily, his out of focus eyes darting from the carrot at Julie's side to her inscrutable face. "I just feel so weird right now. Good but...weird."
"Well then, tell me Tom," continued Julie leaning down to run the tip of the carrot across one of the large pawpads that had sprouted from the bottom of Tom's foot, "do you know of any other human men who have such nice, big paws like yours?" she questioned.
Tom shivered. "N-n-n-no, he stuttered," shivering at her teasing. I'm not sure if my friend could sense it, but his ears were sprouting upward once more, small white hairs beginning to coat the inside.
"How about your nose?" continued the sylvan dominatrix, taking the carrot and tapping my buddy on his upturned and slightly off color nose. My friend went cross-eyed following the carrot, his eyes coming to rest on the bridge of his proto-muzzle. Immediately, Tom's nose and cheeks began to push further forward as the short grey fur began to work its way from the middle of his face across his cheeks and upper neck, his face taking on the contours of a true lapine muzzle. "Are you still sure you're just a human?"
"I th-th-thought tho," replied my friend lisping, his response showcasing the fact that his two front teeth were enlarging into the prominent buckteeth of his future species. "I'm juth not thure what's what at the moment" he finished lamely."
"Well then, we'll have to help you make up your mind," responded Julie with a mocking smile.