While the circumstances of Janice Cumbertin's mother coming to Lyre, Nevada was rather odd, particularly the anonymous package that not only allowed her to come to America but have everything she needed to permanently settle in Animalia, Janice was not going to complain. All that mattered to her was that her mother was here and she'd never again have to work her hands to the bones as a maid.
Better yet, the forms included in the package were enough to get Anne a double-dose and the money to pay for it. While Anne did not need to become a skunk like her daughter and son-in-law, it warmed Janice that she wanted to do so anyways to become closer to her. And since all that was left was to turn in the forms, they could start on the conversion right away.
Of course, Anne was a bit reluctant in some of the methods of contracting the virus. She most certainly did not want to be sprayed and kissing her daughter or Walter felt improper. Eventually, she settled with drinking Janice's milk, but not directly from her breast. Janice returned from the kitchen with two glasses of milk and a flushed look on her face. "'Ere we are," she said, "Two glasses of fresh-poured milk."
"Merci," said Anne, taking one glass and raising it for a toast, "À une nouvelle vie." She then drank down the milk, keeping her mind off of where it came from. She could almost feel the tingling start as soon as the milk had settled in her stomach. It didn't take long for fur to start appearing, black and white in the proper places. Her face soon started to protrude into a cute little muzzle as her ears moved to the top of her head and became furry and rounded. Her hands soon gained pads and small claws and she needed to kick off her shoes to allow her feet to grow comfortably into paws. The biggest change required Anne to stand up and allow her large furry tail to grow out.
Anne looked down at herself and said, "Well, being a skunk is not as bad as I thought it might be."
"And zat's just ze start," said Janice, "Drink ze ozer glass and your body will be refreshed as well."
Anne picked up the other glass and downed its contents. The tingling returned but it felt more concentrated in certain parts of her body. The lines in her faces and the bags under her eyes smoothed out as the grey disappeared from her hair. Her worn hands gained new strength as her arms gained tone and a little bit of mass. The most noticeable part was how her chest suddenly swelled out. Her breasts reinflated as they regained their perkiness and more. Her rear was also reshaping as cellulite was replaced with healthy muscle, giving it an appealing heart shape. Anne's surprise grew to concern as her blouse became too taught. Buttons burst open and she quickly had to lift up her hands to cover herself as her bigger breasts grew through both her bra and her blouse.
Walter kept his eyes raised out of politeness. "Well, it's obvious to see where Janice gets her good looks from."
"I probably should 'ave warned you that might 'appen," said Janice, "Come, I'll get you somezing new to wear." She lead her younger mother up to her room. Before long, the two of them came back down the stairs. It was quite a remarkable change. One would have thought Anne was Janice's older sister instead of her mother. Her new shirt showed her youthful, sexy body very well.
"Ooh, I 'aven't felt zis good in years," said Anne, her voice not sounding as craggy as before.
"So, Maman, what will you do in America?" asked Janice.
"I am not sure yet," said Anne, "I've worked as a maid for so long, I'm not sure 'ow else to apply myself."
"We can work on somezing togezer," said Janice, "Just enjoy being young again."
"Can I enjoy your 'andsome mate as well?" asked Anne.
"Mozer!" snapped Janice in astonishment.
Anne laughed and said, "I am only joking. Unless you don't really mind."
"Well..." started Walter.
"Non," said Janice flatly.
Anne shrugged and said, "Plenty of ozer young skunks in zis town."