"God, I don't even know my name now" muttered the anthro she-wolf, who a few minutes earlier had been a deeply closeted, repressed and miserable trans woman living as a man. No doubt being female at last, after decades of dreaming, yearning and fantasizing was mind-bogglingly awesome. But what about the job, what about trying to live as some kind of wolf-woman in a society that was, as far as she could tell, still overwhelmingly human? And most of all, what about Sheila? Her wife was a quiet, depressed individual at the best of times, and who knows what finding out that her husband was now an anthro she-wolf, and worse, delirious with joy over it, would do?
She carefully approached the door to the small house she shared with her wife, took a deep breath, and noticed an extraordinary scent. Her newly sensitive nose had been bombarding her brain with new smells in the brief time that had passed since her transformation, but this was reaching deep into her soul.
''It's me" she said as she opened the door. "Don't be scared." The scent was growing stronger and more enticing, and as she opened the door she saw its source, a powerful male anthro wolf.
"Oliver, is that you?" asked the male.
"It's, uh, Susan, now. You too, huh?" asked the newly self-christened she-wolf.
The he-wolf laughed. (It was the first time that Susan had heard her spouse laugh.) "I guess we really are soulmates." he said between gasps. Susan joined in, giddy with relief and excitement, and soon the small house echoed with the sounds of lupine laughter.