Officer Brody looked over the options again. Something like this didn't seem to make much sense but it seemed to have gotten every detail about him, down to the exact inch. Not that he would have ever told anyone else about that. Though he was curious how it would get all that information. He quickly rushed back to his office and closed the door. Picking up items from locations was strictly prohibited but somehow this thing had just ended up in his hand and then his pocket when he walked past it.
He looked through the different options and felt like there were too many to choose from. "Whatever. Lion," he finally decided. Then the percentage bar came up. "Uhhh... 40%?" his finger slid the bar over with his thumb and then clicked enter.
Instantly he could feel a heat rushing through his body. He scratched at the sleeves of his shirt and started to pace around. Suddenly his office felt cramped. The heat inside him was growing even faster. "Probably the uniform," he growled, unbuttoning the top two buttons. His fingers fumbled with it a bit but he didn't pay it any mind. Sweat started to drip from his brow.
"What the hell?" the office was never this hot. He ran his hand through his hair feeling it's length. He paused. Looking in the mirror he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The short perfectly trimmed military cut, he had just gotten a few days ago was completely gone. Instead there was at least 2 maybe even three inches of hair covering the top of his head. It wrapped around the sides of his face and down around his chin. All just as long.
It's deep dark black color turning a lighter shade, more brown than black. He moved closer. Pulling at it, he knew it was attached. "What's going on?!" panic started to fill his mind as he pulled his hands out of the thick mane of hair and the back of his nails had turned pitch black. They were always cut to perfection, but right now each one was sticking at least an inch out of his finger. Rapidly sharpening to a point. The fingers around them were widening, allowing the claws even more room to grow.
Panic filled his body as he took a few steps back. He could feel the same claws digging at his black boots. Each time he wiggled a toe, they dug deeper into the hard leather, trying to free themselves. Another step back and he nearly fell over. The weight of his feet had moved from the balls of his feet, closer to his toes. The shift forced him to lean forward but he did too much. With a quick reaction, he caught himself on the desk and held himself up. The claws burst through the hard leather and showed through.
Officer Brody let out a heavy growl. His voice was deepening to something far more intimidating. Even his whimpers sounded more threatening. As he looked at his body, he could see golden hair poking out of his more bare arms. The hair rapidly increased to something more like fur. But what really bothered him was the constant poking out his rear. The feeling was too much. His tail bone stretched and pulled further and further away from his spine. He could feel it wiggle and waggle the longer it got. Hair covered the extra appendage and tuft of darker hair at the end.
"What the fuck?" he growled looking at the strange device. His eyes quickly turned back to the mirror. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. The whites of his eyes were a distinct golden color while his mouth and nose had pushed out in front of him, making more of a muzzle than anything human. Every single one of his teeth was sharp and ready to tear through a piece of meat. He staggered taking a step back. The way he held himself up was different. Looking at himself in the mirror, he could almost tell he'd gotten up to that power lifter weight he'd always desired.
A knock to the door caught his attention. "Sir?" a timid voice questioned. "Is something wrong?"