You look at the photo of you and your friends on the table... and the picture of you with your family on the wall... And you're a naked rubber lion person in them too... in fact, you look YOUNGER in the family photo as if you'd been this way your whole life!
You notice how your skin is now brownish gold, except for your mane and tail tip that are the color your hair was... In fact, you can feel your mane like it was a part of your body! You look down... and see just a bulge of air between your legs... You touch it... and you don't feel ANYTHING, you might as well be touch your nose. And... you DON'T feel any sense of alarm or confusion from that, and that of itself is alarming and confusing! Or it SHOULD BE... but... you don't feel any sense of lose or alarm. You realize your body has mold lines along the side... And a tag on your side... which has your name, birthday, sex, and social security number. And it reads 'lion' which you guess is your 'species.' Okay, this IS creepy.
You notice a plug on your belly button, or where you belly button should have been... but touching it would be wrong somehow.
"This all crazy." You say, your voice being gruff, and high somehow with a higher pitch. In fact, every motion you made produced a squeaky sound... this was going to drive you crazy, or would have, if you didn't feel like you'd heard it your entire life. What was going on?
You open your closet... to find every piece of clothing meant purely for modesty was GONE... the only things left were practical things (minus a raincoat) and stuff like a shirt you got based on your favorite movie. You couldn't go outside like this... couldn't you? You... you didn't feel modest or ashamed of others seeing you like this at all. This was getting weirder and weirder!