The strange thing is that your hands are still hands, but they're tipped with small pointed claws. You begin to look up you arm as see fur convering you at the way
up to the sleeves of your t-shirt. It's black and brownish-gray just like a raccoon's.
Suddenly you notice that there is something right at the bottom of your vision. You can't see it very well, but when you touch it with your forepaws (hands, you
have to remind yourself), you realize you've grown a muzzle. You begin to hear and smell more then you ever have in you life.
You stumble, in dazed shock, over to a nearby pool, and look in. A black masked face stares back at you. But the fur only has grown in up to the neck of your
shirt, and my the fish in the pool are beginning to look tasty.