Mary decides to try the lion vial. The bottle is encircled with a brown paper label. The ink, written in calligraphy and looking worn and old, said "LION", with a crude drawing below it.
She opens the vial, and sniffs the contents. Her head momentarily spins from the fumes. She smiles and giggles, still not sure she wants to try this. Who knows what it could do to her. If it didn't change her it certainly could kill her or at least make her violently ill.
Taking another whiff of the lion vial, she smiles. There was something alluring about that scent. She was beginning to really like it. She inhaled it more, taking it in with a deep breath. "Hic!" She hiccuped, and raised a hand to her mouth and blushing.
The aroma was wreaking havoc with her mind. She wasn't thinking straight anymore. With a shrug, she upended the contents of the lion vial into her mouth. Swallowing the slightly gooey substance in one go. She giggled, and rubbed her belly. Her tongue lashed out, licking her lips in a most feline manner.
She settled down on her bed, the sunlight hitting it just right. Stretching, she laid down, feeling like taking a short nap in the sun.
As she falls asleep she begins to change...