Mary was snapped out of her slow reverie by the sound of her alarm clock going off. Oh, it must have been going off for a while, but it elevated its volume the longer you had it on. Now it was screaming in her bedroom, over the sound of the shower, which had gone cold.
Mary let go of her pretty new tail. If her alarm was going off, she was late. She was REALLY late. Like, thirty minutes late. Like, lose-your-job-late.
But...
Should she have to hold to the rules of someone else anymore? It always chaifed, having to work for somebody. Mary only stayed in the good graces of her company--or tried to--because she needed good refferences if she ever found another job, or needed the promotion she could get if she kissed up to her boss enough. Mary was the kind of employee who would do ANYTHING for her boss...and she had, everything except getting him coffee...because usually, he was too busy to ask.
Old fart. Nasty old fart-boss.
Of course, her extra-work activities were the only thing keeping her employed. With HER record, any other boss...like, a female one, just for starters...would have fired her a LONG time ago.
But if she had these vials...
She went downstairs and grabbed the box, re-reading all the kinds of animals and realized that it was EVERY kind of animal. She lifted the cat vial and couldn't see a difference. It might be because her sip had been so small...but Mary didn't think so. She thought you could never run out of these vials.
She thought maybe other people would want these things. She knew some people really wanted to be animals, some people fantazed about it.
She thought maybe she could sell them for money. A few droplets for so much.
And then an idea...a beautiful, beautiful idea to Mary...emerged with all the radiance of a shooting star.
Maybe Mary could use them...for blackmail. And maybe she could keep that job of hers.