The gum wasn't bad, really. It had a strange flavor that I couldn't place, but it wasn't unenjoyable. Shrugging, I started to get into my car when I noticed a few oranges that had escaped both my and the stranger's notice. I walked a few steps and bent to retrieve the first one, coming up with a bounce, then bounded to the next one, not even realizing that my feet had swelled out of their shoes, easily three times the length they had once been. As I straightened after picking up the second orange, something behind me hit the ground--I felt it in a place I shouldn't have even had anything to feel. Slowly, my hand crept around to the base of my spine to feel a thick, heavy tail lifting the hem of my skirt. I turned my head to see a fully formed Kangaroo tail. Before I could even process this shock, a heaviness hit me as my weight shifted downward, filling out my hips, stomach, and now muscular thighs. Unable to stand completely upright, I squatted, the position feeling strangely comfortable and . . . natural.
A searing pain bit across my lower abdomen and I reached for it with hands that had become small and fur-covered, attached to small arms. Lifting the hem of my shirt, I peered at my fur-covered skin over what I now had no doubt was a muzzle that had pushed from my face. I could feel my ears lengthening as well, but what fascinated me the most was the slip of skin I had where the pain had been a moment ago: a pouch.
Somehow, the chewing gum had turned me into a kangaroo.