"I'll have to go with a fox." Trevor said with a small grin. He'd made his choice ages ago, of course, but the act of officially choosing still excited him.
The clerk typed his answer into the computer, before responding. "An excellent choice, Mr. Wilkinson. Funnily enough, I'd say that's my number one choice."
"Foxes are some of my favorite animals. I guess a part of me has always wondered what it'd be like to be one." Trevor said, his smile widening. "Anything I'll need to know before, erm, starting?"
"It's relatively simple from here. Once you're ready, you're free to enter any of the appropriately-labeled rooms. Each room contains an auto-injector machine -- just place your arm inside, and it'll administer the appropriate serum. I'd recommend taking your clothes off before doing so." The receptionist explained. "The transformation should only take a few minutes. Some minor pains and discomforts are normal, as you're no doubt aware, but the process won't hurt too much."
Trevor nodded, having listened intently to every word. "Got it. What's going to happen after it's finished?"
"Once the transformation is compete, one of our employees will help you out. You'll still be able to talk, though your voice might sound different." The clerk replied.
"Alright. I... think I'm ready." Trevor eagerly glanced down the halls branching off from the main reception area, where the preparation rooms awaited him. "Thank you again!"
"Enjoy being a fox, Mr. Wilkinson!" With that, Trevor headed off, down one of the long hallways. He passed a number of rooms, each labeled with symbols depicting different animals -- it didn't take him long to find one with the majestic head of a fox engraved on its sturdy metal door. Thankfully, the room was vacant, and Trevor stepped inside -- the door automatically closed behind him, locking for privacy.
The room was comfortably-sized, containing only a bench and a container for Trevor's belongings. On the opposite wall, a large, boxy machine was embedded into the wall... the only visible mechanism in it is a large hole, big enough for Trevor to put his arm in. Heart fluttering in anticipation, Trevor slipped his shirt and pants off, placing them into the bin in the corner. "Well... here we go."
He approached the machine, taking a deep breath before placing his arm into the hole. For a few moments, nothing seemed to happen... then, he felt a sharp, painful prick, as a small needle inside the machine injected his forearm! "Ow!" Trevor grunted, feeling the serum already spreading through his body. He removed his arm from the machine, fingers twitching a bit, waiting for the effects to start...