The night before, Mr. Gaffer had told the all of the senior class visiting ToonWorld they needed to be down in the hotel lobby for their morning meeting at 9am sharp or face unspecified consequences. Given their chaperone's notorious mean streak, none of the students wanted to test him by being late. As a result, the various alarm clocks in the senior boy's room, senior girl's room, and Mr. Gaffer's own room all went off simultaneously at 8:15am. As this was ToonWorld, rather than a normal beeping noise, the alarm clock in the boy's room sounded like a loud jackhammer and shook a painting off of the wall, the alarm clock in the girl's room rang out like a Chinese gong, and the alarm clock in Mr. Gaffer's room briefly turned into cartoon a rooster and crowed.
The Giggle Gas had dissipated over the course of the night and while its mental effects were slightly fading, the teenagers' physical transformations remained. James was the first to stumble out of bed, the slim eighteen-year old tripping over his oversized cartoon footpaws. "Whath the heck?" lisped the young man as he looked down to see why he'd almost fallen. James could hardly believe the changes to his feet and wiggled his large partially furred middle toe in order to test out if they were really his. "Mikhail, wake up!" he yelled in shock.
The exchange student mumbled a curse in Russian but stirred and sat up, the covers falling off to reveal his furry chest. "Yes, vhat do you want, James?" the teen asked irritably, his eyes going wide as he observed the changes to his friend. "James, my friend, your ears!" Mikhail exclaimed. "My ears, whath about my feet!" lisped the boy in reply. Suddenly worried about his ears, James's hands immediately went to the sides of his head and groped to find them, his probing fingers finally locating them toward the top of his skull. He gripped the furry triangles in disbelief and practically squeaked in surprise at their extreme sensitivity, causing Mikhail to let out a hearty laugh. "Whath are you laughing about? You've changed too!" James said, pointing to Mikhail's chest. The Russian looked down, marveling at the light brown ink and paint follicles that had sprouted up his chest and between his pecs. "Da, indeed I have, James. Let's head to the bathroom. I want to look in the mirror."
As the two senior boys headed to the bathroom to examine themselves, the two senior girls were already one step ahead of them. When the normally composed Kelly thought there was a snake in her bed and woke up with a scream, things didn't get much calmer once the teen girl and her now wide-awake roommate realized it was no snake but rather a segmented pink animal tail that was attached to the base of Kelly's spine. After surveying themselves in the bathroom mirror, Kelly and Cheryl decided the best course of action would be to hide their changed bodies and get to the nearest hospital as soon as possible. Neither one wanted to admit that deep down, a growing part of them was actually excited to be transforming into the same species as the cartoon crushes they'd discussed only the night before.
However, as the girls began to ransack their closet looking for the right thing to wear to cover their changed physiques, they quickly realized that something was amiss. Every pair of jeans that Kelly had brought with her had a nice large hole in the rear exactly where her mouse tail would go. As for Cheryl, both of her pars of shoes had changed into absurdly large open toed sandals perfect for showing off her big bunny feet, while the oversize sunhat she'd bought just last week now had two holes in the brim just right for letting her partial bunny ears stick right through. Unbeknownst to them, the Giggle Gas had not only altered their bodies but changed their wardrobes to match in perfect cartoon fashion. But, to the mortified girls, it was as if the universe were conspiring to embarrass them in front of their classmates by forcing them to show off the animalistic changes to their transformed bodies.
Nevertheless, it was approaching 9:00am and Kelly and Cheryl realized they had to be down in the hotel lobby in a matter of minutes or face the wrath of Mr. Gaffer. "Maybe the other seniors will think that we're wearing special costumes," Kelly offered, embracing Cheryl in support while careful not to step on the girl's big footpaws. As the girls completed dressing, with Kelly threading her tail through the rear of her jeans while Cheryl squeezed her footpaws into the open toed sandals, the senior boys just a few doors down were...