"This was a female raccoon we found outside. We were able to fit enough sections of your human brain into the raccoon's skull, to preserve your memories and your human consciousness."
I looked down to see a small mammal body covered in fur. It was confusing and uncomfortable at first, but I was able to move the two clawed paws at the end of the arms. So, it's true. I'm a raccoon.
I wiggled my legs and touched my furry belly. "This feels so weird," I tried to say. Instead my words came out as a gargled hiss. "Ahh," I tried to say, but it was the same hiss.
I looked up at Larry and my mom—the new David. I desperately tried to communicate, "Am I ever going to be able to talk?" Instead it was just gibberish. I didn't have lips or a human voice, just a snout and tongue. My mouth tasted disgusting and my teeth were all wrong. I started to feel frantic. I scrambled with my legs and tried to sit up, but it was a terribly uncomfortable position. I steadied myself against the headboard and tried to stand up on my hind legs.
"What's she doing?" asked David—my former Mom.
"This will be fascinating to watch," said Larry. "A former teenage boy, expecting to wake up as a middle-aged woman, instead waking up as a nasty little animal. We'll still have to call her 'Cathy', or 'Mom', in your case, since you successfully became David. I suspect she'll gradually adjust to the limits of her new body. For now, she's probably panicking, and trying to speak and act like a human."
"What's a raccoon's lifespan, anyway?"
"Oh, nowhere near a human's, David. I think your 'Mom' can probably survive another 8 to 10 years, given proper care. You, of course, will have a full life ahead of you, as a healthy 16-year-old boy."
"Will she have to live outside?"
"No, that's up to your family. I think it would be best to keep her indoors and treat her as a semi-human, since that's what she is now." Larry turned to me, as I barked and growled helplessly. "Cathy, do you think you'll be able to use a human toilet? I'd like for you to crawl across the room and show us whether you can manage it. If not, I suppose a litterbox will be necessary."
I realized I desperately did need to pee. Did he say this was a female raccoon's body I was living in? So I would still never have a penis again. I stumbled off the bed and fell face-first. Suddenly I realized the true limitations and size of the body I was trapped in. I was even smaller than Brad! I had no hope of walking on two legs ever again. I could stand up on my hind legs and use my front legs as "arms", but walking was simply impossible. Humiliated, I crawled across the room to the bathroom on all fours. The toilet looked huge. I grabbed the seat and scrabbled up with my chubby, furry legs. I managed to position my butt over the toilet and get my big, furry tail out of the way. I had to be careful not to fall in. Then I started peeing. It came from between my legs, and felt so different from when I was a boy. No dick, no balls, just fur and a huge tail. That was my fate.
Larry and David were watching me. "Hey, she did it!" David said, excitedly. "You know, I have to piss too." He ran over and picked me up. "Oh, Mom, you should probably wipe your pussy after you pee. Raccoons don't do that in the wild, obviously, but if you're gonna live at home with us you're gonna have to be cleaner than a normal animal." He grabbed a wad of toilet paper, as I groaned and hissed, and wiped between my legs. "Okay, you'll have to get used to using your paws in the future. Keep clean. But for now, it's my turn." Holding my little body in his arms, he pulled his dick out. My former dick. It would never be part of me again. "This is my first time pissing as a boy. I've been waiting for this my whole life!"
That comment didn't make sense to me, as we just found out about this technology the other day, but not a lot made sense at the moment. I realized not all of my brain got transferred, just the most crucial human parts that contained my identity. Much of my instinct and reasoning was left out, replaced with the raccoon's. Those parts of my brain were probably thrown out in a biowaste bag to be incinerated, along with the middle-aged female body I was supposed to be placed in. Did my IQ drop because of this? Wait, am I colorblind? Gargles came out of my mouth as my tail flicked angrily.
David had his thick teenage cock in his hand and he ran a finger around his foreskin. Then he released with a satisfied groan as he began peeing, standing up, into the toilet. He caressed his ballsack gently as he peed. "Oh, my God, I love being a man!"
As he finished, his cock dripped and he pushed the last few spurts out. "Thanks, Mom! I love this body!" Still holding me in one arm, he smiled at me. "I can't wait to go home and start my new life! Hey Larry, look at my big dick! Isn't this great?"
Larry looked at David's new dick and gave a thumbs up. "Okay, David, put it away. You can have fun with it at home."