What surrounds you seems to be utter madness, but as you hear giggling laughter and sighs of relief and bliss it strikes you that perhaps it's a good kind of madness. You watch another human, this one a career woman that you'd previously overheard angrily arguing with a clerk over the price of some stuffed toy. Now she's pulled firmly against a large grey plush squirrel, the tail wrapped around both of their bodies. Her suit tears at the seems as she bulks up. Her cries and futile struggles turn to laughter and an embrace of the squirrel that's grabbed her. She changes before your eyes, giving out a joyous cry as the changes finally reach her head, pushing her glasses off of her face.
A type of half-crazed curiosity strikes you, and you rationalize that you're likely to become one of these plush creatures anyway. It's just as well that you choose what sort of creature you'll be rather then be ambushed. You let out a bit of a laugh yourself as you select a target of your own and rush to embrace them.